A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 237: A Historic Meeting

The old emperor devoured all the vengeful spirits and withered bones within the Myriad Soul Banner.

“Come on, keep fighting!!” fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

At this moment, the old emperor had completely turned into a monster.

With a wave of his hand, a blood sea waterfall surged forth.

Daoist Lingxu dodged in a flash, fixing his gaze on the old emperor.

“Take my Di Nü Feng Punch—how dare you strike my face!”

A figure suddenly shot out from the ruins, but halfway through the flight,

Di Nü Feng glanced at the current state of the old emperor and sensed the power within him.

She quietly changed direction and fled the other way.

The old emperor flipped his hand and slapped out through the air.

“Your mother’s a b****——”

Di Nü Feng's figure crashed down.

The old emperor stepped into the void, and a throne of white bones appeared mid-air.

He sat down with calm composure.

“Demonic scum!” Daoist Lingxu spat.

The old emperor shook his head and chuckled, “So-called righteous and evil—it’s nothing more than the loser’s lament!

If I lose today, then I am the evil one.

But if I win, then no one and nothing can stop me ever again!”

His blood-red pupils reflected across the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, Daoist Lingxu found himself in a different space.

He looked around curiously.

The old emperor snorted coldly, “Get out of here, Lingxu. This world no longer has a place for you—

That other space suits you better!”

That space had no time, no Great Dao, no sun or moon, only endless void.

For safety’s sake, it was better to trap this old relic there forever.

The old emperor descended upon Shencao Mountain.

The closest person to him, Elder Sun, didn’t even dare raise his head.

His life-bound artifact was down to one, his vitality severely depleted, and the last battle had cost him countless years of life.

Even his life-bound item had suffered heavy damage.

The old emperor flicked a finger. “A Soul of the Tribulation Stage—I'll take it!”

Elder Sun's eyes widened. The life-bound item he had just summoned was instantly shattered.

The old emperor struck his crown with a palm.

Boom!

Blood poured from Elder Sun's seven orifices, his aura falling away piece by piece like broken armor.

Yet his once-dim eyes suddenly opened, and he fused his body into his soul.

“Tell Zhenren Jia for me—

I fulfilled my promise to him.

I hope he’ll look after Daxia for me!!!”

With those final words, Elder Sun’s soul turned into a stream of milky white energy and rammed into the old emperor.

The old emperor was startled and blasted a thousand zhang away by the strike.

This chief consecrator, once shown favor by the founding emperor of Daxia over a single meal, perished just like that.

The old emperor dusted himself off and exhaled deeply.

He returned to Shencao Mountain again, reaching out to wipe the place clean once and for all.

He had already sensed Li Xuanxiao's presence.

Now, no matter how clever the concealment, it was useless before absolute strength.

Just then, a familiar and fearsome voice rang out from the void.

“Lingxu Ten Fingers!!!”

Boom boom boom—!

The old emperor's eyes widened.

He watched as Daoist Lingxu returned once more.

Lingxu’s face was full of rage. “You’ve truly pissed me off this time!”

“Lingxu Finger!”

The old emperor roared in fury. “Aaaahhh!! You b*****d! Why won’t you just die already?!”

He chanted something under his breath.

In an instant, a powerful and eerie aura erupted from his body!

Blood Soul Devouring Technique!

Behind him, a colossal golden Buddha appeared out of thin air.

The Buddha radiated brilliant light, but its face was twisted and hideous.

Corpse Buddha Nirvana Divine Ability!

The corpse Buddha suddenly opened its blood-red eyes.

The old emperor’s eyes also deepened, like bottomless abysses.

Eyes of Bewitching Lust!

A flaming black seal appeared in his palm.

Heart-Scorching Inferno Seal!

He casually summoned a white bone sword—White Bone Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!

Seeing this, Daoist Lingxu wasn’t about to hold back either.

“Lingxu Flying Kick!”

“Lingxu Punch!”

“Lingxu Iron Head Technique.”

“Lingxu Belly Slam.”

“Lingxu Flying Kick—again!”

“............”

Boom—!!

The old emperor crashed into the abyss. All the Buddha statues and bone sword formations shattered to pieces.

Daoist Lingxu stood in mid-air, like an invincible war god!

The old emperor tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Your mom... cough cough cough!”

He keenly sensed that the spatial barrier and sealing techniques around him seemed to have been broken open by his own actions.

Some kind of passage could now be used—but it seemed to lead to only one place?

The old emperor didn’t have time to think.

He tore open the only remaining escape route and dove in.

“Stop right there!”

Daoist Lingxu punched forward.

The force of the punch twisted the very air, warping the space passage in an instant.

“Ah....”

In the end, the old emperor escaped at the cost of two-thirds of his body.

“.............”

Boom!!

The old emperor slammed to the ground hard. Now, only half his head and a portion of his body remained.

He struggled to his feet and kept moving.

Where had he escaped to?

A sealed sword formation—swords raining from the sky.

“Aaahhhh!!”

Bone spurs suddenly sprouted from the old emperor’s back, shielding him from the sword rain.

But soon, raging spiritual flames engulfed him, sending him rolling on the ground.

Countless sharp spikes suddenly erupted from the earth, skewering his body.

Then, countless soul-binding chains emerged and locked him down.

Normally, none of these could hold the old emperor. But now, he was a beaten dog.

Talisman seals floated down, sticking all over his body.

Soul-Locking Nails shot at him one after another.

The old emperor let out a low roar and used his senses to pinpoint the source.

He traced the origin of the Soul-Locking Nails and crushed it with his spiritual sense.

Mechanized puppets?

Before he could think more, more Soul-Locking Needles shot at him from every direction, pinning his soul and body firmly in place.

His body was covered in spell marks and chains.

The old emperor struggled to open his eyes.

Only then did Li Xuanxiao step out of the shadows.

“Hahahaha... hahaha...”

“To think I spent my life scheming against others, only to be outplayed in the end by a brat like you.”

The old emperor's laughter carried a touch of desolation.

This moment mirrored a moment long past.

Two transmigrators, finally meeting in history.

They stared at each other.

Li Xuanxiao asked the question he most wanted to know: “Why were you so determined to find me?”

This chapter is updated by freew(e)bnovel.(c)om