Chapter 408 - 407: The Nineteen Lives Destroyed, The White Tiger Slain

Lin Yuan looked at him without sympathy. "They were the foundation of your advantage. You used them to turn death into power, believing that every enemy who killed you would only make you stronger. But the same principle that allowed you to consume them also connected them to you."

He raised his hand, and the golden-purple thunder intensified around the sphere. "You have relied upon that connection for countless years. Now it will be the reason you fall."

Bai Sha attempted to break free, but the rain surrounding him had become a network of interconnected Origin principles. His slaughter intent could still destroy individual droplets, yet every destroyed component was replaced by another, and the circulation no longer depended upon any single manifestation of energy.

Lin Yuan’s expression grew solemn. He had found a way to defeat the White Tiger, but completing the process required him to maintain the formation while resisting the Demon Lord’s remaining strength. His Primordial Spirit circulated with increasing intensity, and the Five Great Secret Realms within his True Elemental Body worked together to stabilize his body against the strain.

The White Tiger charged once more.

Lin Yuan received the attack with his left arm, redirected the claws away from his chest, and struck Bai Sha’s jaw with his right fist. The Demon Lord’s head snapped sideways, and the force of the blow drove him to one knee. Before Bai Sha could rise, Lin Yuan stepped forward and struck him again, this time concentrating the full force of the Qilin Secret Realm into a blow that shattered the White Tiger’s defensive aura.

Bai Sha fell onto his side.

His body convulsed as the remaining phantom Primordial Spirits trembled within the sphere above him. The silver-white light that had once sustained his regeneration began to fade, while the golden-purple thunder continued stripping away the connections through which his bloodline converted death into strength.

The Demon Lord tried to stand, but his limbs no longer obeyed him with their former speed. His cultivation had not simply vanished, and his physical body remained powerful, yet the extraordinary advantage provided by the nineteen lives had been reduced to a broken mechanism that could no longer function as intended.

Lin Yuan approached him slowly. The rain followed his movements, forming a silver-blue mantle around his crimson robes, while golden-purple thunder danced across his arms. He had no intention of prolonging the battle merely to demonstrate his strength, and he understood that Bai Sha would remain dangerous until the source of his regeneration had been completely destroyed.

The White Tiger lifted his head. "What are you?"

Lin Yuan stopped before him. "A cultivator."

"That is impossible," Bai Sha snarled. "A mere cultivator cannot understand the Power of the White Tiger. My bloodline has existed since ancient times, and even the strongest Demon Lords have failed to destroy my nineteen lives!"

Lin Yuan glanced toward the sphere containing the phantom Primordial Spirits. "Then perhaps they were too focused on killing you to understand how you survived."

He closed his fist.

The sphere contracted!

The sixteen phantom Primordial Spirits released a soundless pulse of silver-white light, and the golden-purple thunder within the formation flashed with the authority of the Dao of Thunder. The silver-blue rain circulated around them, carrying the principle of Three Rebirths through the exposed network until the remaining lives could no longer maintain their separate forms.

One after another, the phantom Primordial Spirits began to dissolve.

Bai Sha screamed.

His body convulsed violently as the final remnants of the bloodline phenomenon were stripped away. The crimson scars across his chest darkened, and the silver-white fur covering his body lost its unnatural brilliance. The power he had accumulated through his three resurrections could no longer be reinforced by the remaining phantom Primordial Spirits, leaving him with only the strength of his own cultivation and physical foundation.

The last phantom faded into the rain.

For the first time in countless years, Bai Sha possessed no additional lives waiting to restore him after death. His bloodline had not ceased to exist, but the mechanism that granted him nineteen resurrections had been dismantled, leaving him unable to repeat the cycle that had made him so terrifying.

Lin Yuan released the formation.

The sphere dispersed into silver-blue droplets, and the golden-purple thunder returned to the Dao Fruit circulating within his Primordial Spirit. The battlefield fell silent as the surrounding cultivators sensed the sudden change in Bai Sha’s aura, while the surviving demons stared at their Warlord with expressions of disbelief.

Bai Sha slowly rose to his feet. His enormous body still possessed the strength of a peak Void Refinement Demon Lord, and the slaughter intent surrounding him remained dangerous, but the certainty that had once filled his golden eyes had vanished. He looked at Lin Yuan as though he were seeing a creature that should not exist.

"You have destroyed my nineteen lives," the Demon Lord said, his voice rough with disbelief.

Lin Yuan nodded. "And now you can die."

Bai Sha roared and launched himself forward. He no longer possessed the advantage of resurrection, but his pride refused to accept defeat, and the accumulated strength of his previous lives still remained within his physical foundation. He gathered every trace of slaughter intent into his claws, intending to kill Lin Yuan even if it meant exhausting the last of his power.

Lin Yuan did not retreat.

He moved into the attack, allowing the White Tiger’s claws to pass beside his shoulder before striking the Demon Lord’s chest with a concentrated blow. The impact shattered Bai Sha’s remaining defensive aura, and the golden-purple thunder spread through his body, disrupting the circulation of the slaughter intent he had gathered.

Lin Yuan followed with a second strike.

His fist landed beneath Bai Sha’s jaw, forcing the Demon Lord’s head backward, and the Qilin Secret Realm released another surge of physical strength. Before the White Tiger could recover, Lin Yuan seized his arm, twisted his body, and drove him into the broken ground with a throw that shook the entire crater.

Bai Sha attempted to rise.

Lin Yuan stepped on his chest, pinning the enormous body against the shattered stone. The White Tiger’s claws tore at the ground as he struggled, but the rain gathered around his limbs and the golden-purple thunder bound his remaining strength, preventing him from launching another attack.

"Enough!" Bai Sha roared. "You have already won! Why continue?"

Lin Yuan looked down at him. "Because you came here intending to slaughter everyone who stood in your way. You killed Emperor Xiyan without hesitation, attacked my wife, and treated the lives of the Nine Provinces as though they were insignificant."

His expression became colder. "You were willing to destroy countless lives to satisfy your ambition. Now that your own life is in danger, you want the battle to end?"

Bai Sha’s golden eyes burned with hatred. "I am the Warlord of the White Slaughter! I have served the Hollow Beyond for countless years, and I stand beneath the Quasi Demon Emperor himself! You cannot kill me and escape the consequences!"

Lin Yuan’s lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. "You should have considered that before coming here."

He raised his right fist, and the golden-purple thunder gathered around his knuckles. The White Tiger tried to turn his head, but the rain held him in place, while the damaged circulation of his slaughter intent prevented him from gathering enough strength to break free.

Lin Yuan brought his fist down!

The impact shattered Bai Sha’s skull and drove his body deeper into the crater. The Demon Lord’s enormous frame convulsed once, then fell still as the last traces of his vitality dispersed into the ruined battlefield.

Bai Sha was dead!