A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 236: I Haven’t Lost Yet

“Pffft~”

It was like a balloon bursting.

As Lingxu’s finger pointed down, the hundred-zhang demon body exploded instantly, its entire form blown apart.

The old emperor’s previously spirited appearance vanished in an instant, his demon body shattered by one finger, followed by a strike to his chest.

“Lingxu Finger!!”

Lingxu shouted in a low voice.

“Take my Five-Finger Combo!!”

Lingxu was truly pissed now. The old emperor had not only deceived him but also insulted him with words and looked down on him.

Saying he only had strength and no brains.

Bullsh*t!! Absolute nonsense!!

My combat skills obviously take a lot of technique, okay?

This Five-Finger Combo is the best proof of that.

First finger, second finger, third finger.......

The first shattered the demon body, the second and third wiped out countless vengeful spirits in front of him.

Under the finger force, no signs of life remained.

The fourth pierced through the Myriad Soul Banner, and the fifth went straight for the old emperor’s Purple Palace Dantian.

“BOOM——!!”

The old emperor’s Purple Palace Dantian exploded on the spot.

He heard the clear sound of his Dao foundation shattering, an indescribable pain consuming his entire body.

The world within his Purple Palace began to collapse, the nascent form of the Dao Fruit condensed by the Myriad Soul Banner melted away, several Dao Palaces crumbled in succession, and the channels connecting his body to the outside world broke apart inch by inch.........

“Pfft!!”

As the old emperor’s body flew out,

Across the battlefield, countless vengeful spirit legions abandoned the sword spirit and Grand Elder Sun, turning to attack Lingxu.

The two armored old apes stepped forward heavily, each step crushing countless vengeful spirits.

Swinging their thick staffs, they showed no concern for the spirits nearby, scattering them like dust in the wind with the force of the blows.

These vengeful spirits suddenly gathered into a grand formation.

This was a divine ability the old emperor had just comprehended after merging with the Myriad Soul Banner.

Countless vengeful spirits surged at the center of the array, and the formation solidified in the blink of an eye.

A blood-colored vortex beneath Lingxu’s feet trapped him, while endless resentful spirits and vengeful souls crawled from the cracks in the earth’s veins.

The surroundings filled with countless blood-red talismans. The souls imprisoned in the Myriad Soul Banner for countless years shrieked piercingly, disturbing the mind.

Even a Fusion stage cultivator could have their inner mind overturned within this chaos.

Grand Elder Sun and the sword spirit both simultaneously withdrew from the battlefield.

Grand Elder Sun gave Lingxu a deep glance, unable to suppress his concern.

Though he had heard of Lingxu’s strength, their current opponent was no ordinary foe.

Even with three against one, they hadn’t gained any advantage.

Now the opponent’s cultivation had surged again...

“If Mount Shushan was coming anyway, why didn’t they bring a few more Tribulation Elders?”

Grand Elder Sun grumbled inwardly.

Suddenly, pairs of scarlet eyes lit up inside the formation, all locking onto Lingxu.

Within each pair of pupils were endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Even the slightest lapse in mental clarity would drive one into madness.

From all around, banners of souls rose, with countless human heads poking out.

Realm suppression from the formation, mental suppression, and soul disturbance.

Lingxu felt his cultivation being suppressed, his white Daoist robe flapping wildly in the sinister wind.

He stood firm as a mountain, but a rare sense of danger welled up within him.

This old emperor... had hidden himself this deeply!?

Lingxu slowly extended a finger, forcing back the surging bones and spirits several feet.

“If that’s how you want it.........”

“Take my Eight-Finger Combo!”

“Pffpffpff——!!!”

At the moment Lingxu pointed forward, the Dharma Body behind him—though not gigantic—also stretched out its fingers toward the front.

Each finger strike landed like a heavy hammer pounding a drum, releasing deafening booms.

At the fingertips flowed 139,600 ancient script runes.

Endless golden light surged from Lingxu and his Dharma Body, spreading out like a tidal wave.

This golden spiritual light blazed dazzlingly, painting the entire world in gold.

Centered at his fingertip, the grand formation visibly collapsed.

As did the barrier the old emperor had just constructed.

“...........”

“Whew~”

Lingxu stood in a wasteland and exhaled lightly.

He blew on his finger. “Luckily, this seat has the better technique!!”

The old emperor fell in utter disarray into the shattered mountain range he had blasted earlier.

His body was now twisted and mangled, and his Purple Palace Dantian had been completely destroyed. That meant all his life’s cultivation vanished in an instant.

And the price of wielding the Myriad Soul Banner—

The surging wrathful energy—was now devouring his remaining consciousness and soul like a pack of starving wolves.

His teeth had completely fallen out, his eyeballs dropped, and all his flesh had vanished, leaving only bloody bones.

From his mouth came piercing howls, and “bleeding from seven orifices” was no longer adequate—

Now, every pore and organ of his body oozed pitch-black blood.

He looked like nothing more than a tormented wretch, barely clinging to life in this ruined land.

The old emperor clawed at the ground, screaming madly:

“Hahahaha.... again and again!”

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“Every time it’s like this—why do you keep stopping me!?”

“Why!!”

“You ancient freaks from the Abstract Realm! So damned abstract, yet so ridiculously strong!!”

The old emperor roared in madness.

He remembered all the times he'd been defeated before—thinking he had it in the bag—

But then those brats would pull some ‘power of love,’ some ‘bond of friendship,’

Pulling some weird trinket out of their sleeves and beating the crap out of him...

And now, it was happening again. Even giving it his all, he still couldn’t beat Lingxu.

Lingxu stepped toward him. “Come back to Mount Shushan with me. Mount Shushan needs an explanation from you.”

“An explanation? Hehehe...”

The old emperor sneered.

“I do things my way. Why the h*ll should I explain to anyone?”

“Do you have your reasons?” Lingxu asked again. “You weren’t like this before.”

“Reasons? F**k your reasons!

I did nothing wrong! I don’t need redemption! I’m not surrendering!

I don’t need your stupid understanding! And I sure as hell don’t want your pity! I haven’t lost yet!!!”

The old emperor suddenly roared at the sky.

In that instant, the Myriad Soul Banner trembled violently.

Countless wandering souls turned into strands of eerie aura and began flooding into the old emperor.

The aura poured into him endlessly.

And his previously shattered body began to reconstruct at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Laws began to revolve and reinterpret around him.

However, at the same time—

The symbol of the old emperor’s lifespan was rapidly fading away.

In the end, there was less than a single year left.

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