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At this moment, Sima Wuduan couldn't help but smile bitterly. He never imagined that a Golden Core Cultivator could possess such a powerful aura, causing him to hesitate and miss the opportunity to strike. He felt a twinge of regret, wondering why he had never considered this possibility in all his previous encounters with Dong Lai.
"Jiang Ping," Sima Wuduan muttered, furrowing his brow as he pronounced the name slowly and deliberately.
His arrogance as a Transcendence Realm cultivator had prevented him from acting immediately. Now, standing opposite him was a young man he had never paid attention to before, who was boldly gathering strength in preparation for an attack. If he were to strike now, it would likely be far beyond the ordinary Spell or Sword Technique he could measure up to. In his current state, he questioned whether he could withstand such an assault.
Had it not been for the series of Great Wars, even without the recent battle against the Night Emperor, Sima Wuduan would have been confident enough to ignore this seemingly insignificant Golden Core Cultivator who was recklessly accumulating power before him, preparing for a lethal move.
With the Cigarette Paper in hand, Sima Wuduan knew he was exhausted—truly exhausted. Although he was at the Peak of Golden Core strength, he no longer had absolute confidence in victory. He was too tired; after fighting Ru Ming since noon, an entire hour had passed. The moon now hung high above Liangxiaoshan. Not to mention his spiritual energy, even his focus had waned compared to when he first faced Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Even if he tried to muster his spirit for battle, it felt like his will was insufficient.
Adding to his pressure was Gu Ping Ci, who was eyeing him hungrily from a distance, gathering power just outside Sima Wuduan's reach. Even that peculiar sword, which blended into the night, began to emit a faint gray light as its accumulated spiritual energy coalesced into a sword beam. Observers from the East found the sight of Liangyi Sword's sword beam blindingly bright; not to mention Sima Wuduan himself, who stood outside Gu Ping's attack range and felt an overwhelming pressure enveloping him. He didn't even realize that beads of sweat were trickling down from his forehead onto his chest. Sima Wuduan knew that if he didn't act soon, defeat would be inevitable. But if he did act, could he truly win?
Sima Wuduan faced defeat.
Ye Youluo turned away from the battlefield and glanced at the Night Emperor, who had just successfully breached the boundary but remained standing at a distance. The Night Emperor sensed something looming over him and turned to find Ye Youluo staring directly at him without any pretense, their eyes locking in an intense gaze that dispelled the Divine Sense surrounding him.
The Night Emperor sighed deeply but then looked toward Tian Zai and the two engaged in combat. Even he couldn't help but admire what this mere Peak of Golden Core cultivator was accomplishing at this moment.
Just as he took his first step forward to challenge Sima Wuduan, a voice suddenly echoed within his Divine Sense—Jiang Ping's voice instructing him on tactics and urging him to entangle Sima Wuduan for at least an hour before concluding the battle. He hoped to witness Yan Dong's situation unfold.
Sima Wuduan didn't notice it; Tenglan didn't notice it; Xiao Zhang certainly didn't see it either—almost all observers from the East were oblivious. Only Ye Youluo and the Night Emperor felt that if the Ninth Underworld truly invaded the World of Mortals, Jiang Ping would be the only one capable of countering Ye Youluo.
The exhaustion weighed heavily on his mind; thus, when his senior brother Jie Donglai attempted to breach the boundary as a Peak of Golden Core cultivator, Jie Donglai wouldn't take it lightly. That guy could brazenly gather strength right before Jie Donglai's eyes, and by the time Jie Donglai noticed, it would already be too late. At this point, whether Jie Donglai acted or not remained uncertain; even if he did act, it wouldn't guarantee that he could counter that guy's impending strike.
Listening to Ye Youluo's explanation, even Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, felt a chill run down his spine. They did not possess the same level of calculation as Ye Youluo, yet they had managed to deduce so much from the Night Emperor's actions. Gu Ping, who was capable of such feats, made everyone feel that he was not simple at all. This was especially true for the Cursed Ruby Dragon and Xiao Zhang, both of whom were martial artists focused on enhancing their strength; they couldn't help but feel a headache from the complexities involved.
But why did the Night Emperor seek his help? What right did the Night Emperor have to assist him?
Ye Youluo shook his head. The reasons behind it were something he could easily guess as a Nine Nether Cultivator.
The rest of them had no idea; how could he know?
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, took a deep breath. He suddenly recalled the Outer Academy Martial Arts Exhibition, where many had unexpectedly come forward to assist him. Although Jiang Ping and Gu Ping looked nothing alike, their composure, indifference, and sharpness were traits that anyone could possess. However, regardless of how they appeared, the nature of their spiritual power could not be altered. This made it impossible for Tenglan to see them as one and the same person.
Could it really be that he was allowed to gather strength and move eastward while my Si Ma Shixiong was different? Was he really seeking defeat?
So he said, "Sima Wuduan, you have lost."
At the moment Ye Youluo's words fell, Sima Wuduan moved. Despite lacking confidence and certainty, Sima Wuduan could not tolerate losing without even putting up a fight against a Golden Core Cultivator. Even though he knew he would inevitably lose, that gentlemanly cultivator named Youluo chose to battle. It was about his dignity and pride; he had to fight, even if he knew defeat awaited him.
Hades surged once more; this time it felt heavier and flowed more slowly than before. It was as if something weighty covered the spring's outlet, making it appear extremely slow yet containing an even greater force than before.
When Sima Wuduan reached Gu Ping's side, Gu Ping moved. With his sword held in his right hand, he struck with a swift motion that no one could clearly see. A beam of sword light sliced through the night sky, enveloping the area above Liangxiaoshan. In an instant, a grayish sword light flashed by, creating a black fissure that extended for dozens of yards. The edges of the fissure were shattered like a spiderweb.
Sima Wuduan's figure had already vanished into thin air. With his heavy sword supporting him, a mouthful of blood slowly trickled from his lips.
This time Sima Wuduan did not utter those three familiar words that everyone knew; instead, he lowered his head to look at his legs and felt a bit dizzy. He had just heard words from a Golden Core Cultivator whom he had underestimated.
I lost, I lost to my pride, I lost to my confidence, and I don't deny it—I lost to him.
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, at this moment, Sima Wuduan finally fell heavily from the clouds after a series of Great Wars. He was saved by the Nine Nether Cultivator who was watching from the sidelines, unable to continue fighting. The guarantee of the twenty-person limit was gone, leaving only the judgment of the Universe Hall to await.
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