Chapter 2222 - 2220: The Northern Tyrant’s Fortunes

Chapter 2222: Chapter 2220: The Northern Tyrant’s Fortunes

"Master..." Princess Zi Xuan shouted loudly from a distance.

"You can’t go!" Ye Tianchen grabbed Princess Zi Xuan and said.

Princess Zi Xuan wanted to rush over, but Ye Tianchen held her back. Her whole body collapsed, tears streaming down as she watched the small world disappear, replaced by an endless Void Black Hole. In such circumstances, everything vanished, and could anyone survive?

Ye Tianchen frowned; he hadn’t expected the battle between the Northern Tyrant and Sang Qing to be so violent. It further cemented his determination on the path of martial arts: to become stronger. He was not yet the strongest, even on Earth, let alone in the entire Martial Arts World.

Upon stepping onto the path of martial arts, Ye Tianchen’s sole goal was to reach the Martial Arts Peak, become a Supreme Emperor, and seek the path to Eternal Life!

A small world was shattered by a strike from Sang Qing and the Northern Tyrant, vanishing instantly into nothingness—what a terrifying scene that was!

However, at this moment, Sang Qing and the Northern Tyrant were still alive and hadn’t resolved the battle yet. The full force of their strike was yet unleashing an equally matched confrontation!

"Sang Qing, you’re fighting to the death with me, Northern Tyrant!" the Northern Tyrant said resentfully.

"You want to go back on your word, be despicable, destroy the legacy of the Flying Flower Zen Temple—I can only fight to the end, unless I truly do not exist in this world!" Sang Qing said calmly.

"Then you shall die!" the Northern Tyrant roared, furiously swinging the Thunder God’s Hammer in his hand!

Buzz!

Sang Qing grabbed the Divine Flower Sword, surprised to find it had transformed into a flower. Seeing this flower evoked a feeling of understanding. She muttered to herself, "As a Sect Leader of the legacy, one must always pass down the legacy of divine skills and spirit to future disciples, even after death, blessing others as a flower does, though withered and fallen, scattering spirit and seeds with the wind."

Boom!

The Northern Tyrant was startled when his Thunder God’s Hammer slammed down, trying to shatter the glow of the Sword Flower. Suddenly, a flower was already overhead, rapidly descending with enormous power. Even with all his means, the Northern Tyrant was unable to shake it off as a deathly aura enveloped him!

"Ah... Sang Qing, you..." the Northern Tyrant exclaimed in surprise.

"I’m taking you with me, reducing the threat to our Flying Flower Zen Temple—this is my final act!" Sang Qing sat cross-legged in mid-air, serene.

"You..." The Northern Tyrant was obviously unwilling. Despite immense fear, he desperately wielded divine skills, swinging the Thunder God’s Hammer in an attempt to dispel the hovering flower of death’s aura, feeling a sense of helplessness!

The Northern Tyrant was genuinely frightened, never imagining Sang Qing possessed such divine skills and powerful abilities, threatening him with death in such a situation—a threat lingered, unable to be shaken off. Was the Northern Tyrant destined to die with Sang Qing?

Rumble!

No matter how the Northern Tyrant exercised divine skills or swung the Thunder God’s Hammer, unleashing powerful thunder and lightning, it was futile. He couldn’t dislodge the descending flower overhead. Its murderous aura tightly encircled him, leaving the Northern Tyrant shocked and stupefied—he felt he was truly doomed!

"No... don’t, don’t..." The Northern Tyrant was horrified beyond measure, unable to hold out any longer. The flower was now half a meter above him, its lethal aura making the Northern Tyrant feel fear, resistance futile; he cried out in terror!

"You brought this upon yourself; blame no one else. I..." Sang Qing’s words hung unfinished she suddenly felt herself shattering!

Poof!

In an instant, Sang Qing exploded into a burst of Blood Mist. Her essence, energy, and spirit dissipated, her consciousness faded thin. Even as she frowned in regret, she uttered, "It seems I activated the Divine Flower Sword using my Lifeblood, committing a grave taboo that accelerated the Transformation, preventing normal completion."

At that moment, after Sang Qing burst into Blood Mist, the Northern Tyrant, terrified and on the brink of pleading for mercy, suddenly felt the death pressure over his head lessen significantly. He stood up; the flower above his head had vanished. On checking Sang Qing’s sitting spot, there was only Blood Mist. The Northern Tyrant naturally understood what had happened, laughing heartily:

"Hahahaha, this is the outcome of your fight with me, Northern Tyrant. You, Sang Qing, have been utterly destroyed, and I will definitely wipe out the legacy of your Flying Flower Zen Temple!"

Swoosh!

As soon as Northern Tyrant’s words were spoken, a sword light burst out from the blood mist, striking towards him. However, Northern Tyrant disdainfully swung the Thunder God’s Hammer in his hand to block it, saying coldly, "With the same Saint Treasure, you’ve already been obliterated, and you still want to hurt me? Overestimating yourself!"

Buzz!

The Divine Flower Sword flew away, its destination unknown. As it departed, a drop of blood fell on Northern Tyrant’s face, which he dismissed, appearing to relish it. He thought it was Sang Qing’s blood, the blood of his great enemy. Bathing in the blood of his enemy was nothing less than a joyful thing, wasn’t it?

"Master, may you have a smooth journey!" Princess Zi Xuan, not far away, naturally witnessed this scene. Tears fell as she gritted her teeth and spoke.

Sang Qing was great. Even when nearing the end of his life, he did not hesitate to fight Northern Tyrant, despite ending up utterly destroyed, turning into a blood mist. He still used his last consciousness to drive the Divine Flower Sword to strike Northern Tyrant. Although luck was not on Sang Qing’s side, his unyielding battle intent and strength were shocking. If Sang Qing wasn’t nearing his end and defying the natural laws of this world, Northern Tyrant would certainly be dead. This clearly shows that Northern Tyrant was not stronger than Sang Qing. Yet, in this ruthless and bloody martial arts world, only those who survive have absolute power. If you die, no matter how powerful you were, who would remember you?

"Let’s go!" Ye Tianchen stood up. His injuries had not healed but he had stabilized them to avoid deterioration. He had recovered some Martial Arts True Qi and had some combat power!

Buzz!

Suddenly, as Ye Tianchen was about to leave with Princess Zi Xuan, a murderous gaze locked onto them. Ye Tianchen was startled and looked in that direction. Northern Tyrant had discovered them. Perhaps he had noticed them all along. Now that Sang Qing was gone and Northern Tyrant had survived, Ye Tianchen and Princess Zi Xuan could not be his match. Would he not kill Ye Tianchen and Princess Zi Xuan? How could he possibly let them escape?

Whoosh!

Northern Tyrant’s speed was swift, charging directly at Ye Tianchen and Princess Zi Xuan. Ye Tianchen reacted, pushing Princess Zi Xuan away and said, "You go first!"

"No..." Before Princess Zi Xuan could finish her words, Northern Tyrant was already in front of Ye Tianchen, sending a palm strike down!

Bam!

Ye Tianchen, disregarding his severe injuries, threw a punch to collide with Northern Tyrant’s palm strike. He immediately spat blood and was knocked several meters away. Northern Tyrant disdainfully said, "Foolish creature, I will definitely kill you!"

"Then come!" Ye Tianchen got up, gritting his teeth.

"No rush. You will all die eventually. I think it’s better to start with this woman. I now have hatred towards everyone and everything from the Flying Flower Zen Temple. I must destroy the entire Flying Flower Zen Temple first!" Northern Tyrant sneered with a hideous expression.

"Is that all your breadth and magnanimity, Northern Tyrant? How can you become stronger?" Ye Tianchen mocked as he saw Northern Tyrant move towards Princess Zi Xuan.

"I will be the strongest by killing everyone who blocks my path. Breadth and magnanimity are words for the ultimate strong. You’re not worthy!" Northern Tyrant said disdainfully.

Boom!

A palm strike aimed at Northern Tyrant, it was Princess Zi Xuan’s attack. Unfortunately, with her cultivation realm at only Early-stage Martial Saint, she could not be Northern Tyrant’s match and was immediately knocked away by his punch, spitting blood!

"You two are really interesting. Do you possibly have affection for this young man? I recall your Flying Flower Zen Temple Sect Leader cannot marry. Are you going against Sang Qing’s dying wish? Interesting, truly interesting!" Northern Tyrant sneered at Princess Zi Xuan.

"Shameless!" Princess Zi Xuan, gritting her teeth, attempted to hold her injuries and strike, but was again knocked away by Northern Tyrant, falling together with Ye Tianchen. Both were severely wounded!

Ye Tianchen frowned, glanced at Princess Zi Xuan, and whispered, "Leave here, I’ll hold off Northern Tyrant for a moment!"