Chapter 1521: You Can’t Kill Him—He Still Owes Me for the Wine!

Chapter 1521: Chapter 1521: You Can’t Kill Him—He Still Owes Me for the Wine!

This is the best time.

With a flash of determination in his eyes, Yang Yan forcefully mobilized his almost depleted spiritual power again.

Success or failure hinges on this moment.

"Three Thousand Incarnations!"

With a roar, three Yang Yans appeared out of thin air before Ma Yuan.

Each incarnation held the Nascent Void, the World-Ending Demon Spear, and the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber, surrounding the somewhat dazed Ma Yuan.

Before he could react, the incarnation holding the Nascent Void struck first.

A sharp whistle as air moved swiftly, the incarnation holding the Nascent Void soared into the air.

Boom!

Accelerating suddenly from a height of a hundred yards, it smashed down towards Ma Yuan with violent momentum.

Golden light erupted, and Ma Yuan instantly felt his soul quiver.

"How dare you..."

Ma Yuan raised his head and roared angrily.

However, before he could finish speaking, the incarnation holding the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber was already beside him.

In an instant, all his escape routes were cut off.

At this moment, blood flowed more and more from the corner of Yang Yan’s mouth, but his eyes showed madness: "Die, old dog."

He held the World-Ending Demon Spear in his hand and thrust it towards Ma Yuan.

However, Yang Yan was not in good shape now, as the Demon-Breaking Six Techniques had drained all his spiritual power.

With the remaining strength, he threw the World-Ending Demon Spear.

With the howling of fierce winds, the destructive power at the spear tip surged and rolled toward Ma Yuan like a flood.

After doing all this, Yang Yan felt the world spinning, his vision darkened, and he directly fainted.

His body lost all sensations and he fell straight to the ground.

Meanwhile, Ma Yuan unleashed all his strength, and the crystal on his neck shattered dramatically as he channeled his power.

Then, as if stimulated, his power explosively soared.

Boom!

The World-Ending Demon Spear clashed violently with his power.

Fu Xi, who was drinking tea in the Secret Realm, trembled all over, crushing the teacup with a bang, spilling water over his hand.

At this moment, his originally calm face filled with anger: "You’re asking for death."

In the next moment, his body transformed into glimmers of light, disappearing from the spot like the wind.

As the dust settled, the sharp tip of the World-Ending Demon Spear pierced through Ma Yuan.

Cough, cough—

He coughed heavily twice, gathering himself, and stared intently at Yang Yan lying on the ground.

He took a difficult step forward, trembling, approaching Yang Yan step by step.

Now he was like a spent arrow, ready to fall at any moment.

Yet, there still lingered a mad thought in his mind—he must tear this damned fellow into pieces.

"Damn it, if I hadn’t broken the seal, I’d be dead here! Less than half a millimeter from the heart..."

Ma Yuan said with some lingering fear, clutching his heart.

The murderous intent in his gaze towards Yang Yan grew stronger.

This child cannot be kept!

He had already reached Yang Yan and was about to erase him from this world.

However, a lazy voice suddenly sounded behind him like a bolt from the blue.

"You can’t kill him; he still owes me money for wine!"

Ma Yuan was shocked; such an intense battle should not have left any living beings.

Turning to the source of the voice, it was the elder selling wine.

Although he had sensed from the beginning that this elder was not simple, once the fight began, he thought the elder was doomed and completely ignored him.

To his utter surprise, the elder calmly stood before him, still looking sleepy as if the alcohol hadn’t yet worn off.

Ma Yuan furrowed his brow, sensing that the mysterious elder before him had no fluctuations, seemingly an ordinary person.

The more ordinary this made the elder appear, the more surprised Ma Yuan became.

Just what kind of existence was this person?

He couldn’t ascertain the elder’s actual cultivation level...

"Who might you be, sir?" Ma Yuan dared not act rashly at this moment.

He knew the person before him was not simple, and he himself was seriously injured, absolutely no match for the elder.

"I’m just a wine seller; the name isn’t important." The elder said slowly, with neither joy nor sorrow, as he drooped his eyelids, "You can’t kill him; you must wait until he repays for the wine first."

Ma Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "How much? I’ll pay."

He understood, following the Ancient Era’s remaining agreements that unless he caused trouble, beings of the elder’s caliber would not intervene without special reason.

And presently, the reason seemed to be Yang Yan’s unpaid wine debt.

Though the excuse sounded far-fetched, against overwhelming power, it seemed justified.

Yet surprisingly, the elder gently shook his head.

"No, only he can repay it," he replied, then looked up at Ma Yuan, his deep gaze seeming to pierce through Ma Yuan into his soul.

Then the elder’s voice sounded again, "Don’t think I can’t take action; you were the ones who broke the contract first."

Under the elder’s gaze, Ma Yuan suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, a chill rising from his heart, his blood seemingly freezing, as a sense of suffocation enveloped him.

Escape!

This was the only thought in Ma Yuan’s mind now.

All thoughts of avenging his disciple by killing Yang Yan vanished.

Because only by desperately fleeing could he avoid perishing here.

With hardly any hesitation, he took flight, ascending skyward like a great roc soaring swiftly away.

This mission had failed, but with the large amount of information he had obtained, returning would still be considered a great success.

Yet before Ma Yuan flew more than a few steps, another angry voice echoed above him.

"Ma Yuan, you violated the alliance; hence you shall remain."

Before Ma Yuan was Fu Xi, arriving with fury burning on his face.

Ma Yuan’s face changed again upon seeing Fu Xi.

Instantly altering direction, his speed increased further, attempting to escape far away.

At this moment, the elder raised his hand slowly, reaching towards Ma Yuan.

A slight ripple appeared in the Void.

With a bang, Ma Yuan’s whole body expanded continuously, finally exploding, flesh flying and scattering all over the ground.

The elder’s calm voice sounded again: "You haven’t paid yet; trying to default?"

Fu Xi landed on the ground and bowed respectfully to the elder. "Thank you, sir, for your assistance. It was my oversight this time; I didn’t expect these people to violate the contract, bringing someone exceeding the Half-Saint level."

The elder waved his hand as if he didn’t care about such matters.

He turned to Yang Yan and said, "These matters have nothing to do with you. But he’s quite good, managing to fight a Semi-Saint at just the mid-void stage."

"Although Ma Yuan suppressed his cultivation, his combat strength remained. Achieving this is still commendable."

After finishing, with a flick, the elder disappeared.

Leaving only his final words echoing from the Void.

"Remember, don’t forget to let him repay my wine money."