159. Sorry, I'm Late

With a single strike, Lin Dong's arm holding onto Ying Huanhuan was blasted into a mist of blood!

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Chen Xuan appeared beside Ying Huanhuan, wrapping an arm around her slender waist and pulling her into his embrace.

The familiar scent, the familiar voice—this moment made Ying Huanhuan’s heart tremble slightly.

Over this long year, they had both been making their final efforts. She had initially planned to sacrifice herself to help Chen Xuan ascend to the legendary realm.

Yet, unexpectedly, Chen Xuan had achieved it on his own!

Below, the remnants of the allied army looked up at Chen Xuan, who appeared at this critical moment. Their faces lit up with joy and hope.

He had succeeded!

The surviving ancient masters stared at Chen Xuan with astonishment. They could sense that his energy fluctuations were identical to those of their master from years ago!

Amid their excitement, a sense of worry arose.

Could he truly fight against two foes alone?

After all, the Yimo Emperor was terrifyingly powerful. Back then, even the Symbol Ancestor had to burn his reincarnation to seal him.

And now, Chen Xuan was facing two such threats!

"Someone actually broke into the Ancestor Realm?"

The Yimo Emperor’s face darkened slightly.

[Ding! The Yimo Emperor feels astonishment. Emotion value +999.]

"Your Majesty, please allow me to strike and kill him!"

Lin Dong, with his severed arm already regenerated, was brimming with killing intent, eager to tear Chen Xuan into pieces.

[Ding! Lin Dong feels murderous intent. Emotion value +999.]

"Go ahead!"

The Yimo Emperor didn’t object—better to let someone else handle it than risk himself.

Without another word, Lin Dong summoned all his demonic energy, forming a massive demonic blade that slashed toward Chen Xuan, its evil aura seeming to tear the heavens apart.

"Careful!" Ying Huanhuan couldn’t help but shout.

Chen Xuan smiled faintly. "Such an attack? Hardly worth mentioning."

"Arrogant! Die!" Lin Dong roared, pressing down with both hands.

The demonic blade descended swiftly.

But then something shocking happened.

Chen Xuan calmly raised a hand, summoning a giant hand of energy.

With one hand, he effortlessly caught the destructive demonic blade, holding it steady.

No matter how much Lin Dong increased his demonic energy, the blade wouldn’t budge.

Lin Dong was stunned.

How could they both be in the Ancestor Realm, yet he wasn’t a match?

Gritting his teeth, Lin Dong spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which merged into the demonic blade, causing it to glow ominously.

Even so, the blade didn’t move an inch.

"Lin Dong! Stop wasting time. Finish this quickly!"

The AncestorYimo Emperor’s unease was growing stronger.

[Ding! The Yimo Emperor feels unease. Emotion value +999.]
[Ding! Lin Dong feels a desperate resolve. Emotion value +999.]

"Enough!" Lin Dong roared, his body enveloped in killing intent. The black demonic energy around him began to glow red.

"Begone!"

Chen Xuan waved his hand, unleashing a torrent of milky-white flames that surged forth like a tsunami, engulfing Lin Dong.

The intense heat incinerated the demonic energy around Lin Dong, filling the air with a sizzling sound and a pungent odor.

Seeing the flames, the Yimo Emperor’s mind was drawn back thousands of years to another encounter with a flame-wielding powerhouse.

That person had forced him to abandon his path and flee to the Tianxuan Continent!

"Enough of this!" the Yimo Emperor snarled. "Lin Dong, attack together! Annihilate him quickly!"

[Ding! The Yimo Emperor feels murderous resolve. Emotion value +999.]

"Understood!" Lin Dong responded, and the Yimo Emperor’s body swelled, transforming into a monstrous figure with countless arms.

Eyes brimming with malice covered the arms, emitting beams of destructive energy that coalesced into a massive, towering demonic monument.

The monument’s surface was covered in writhing demonic eyes, which seemed to corrupt the surrounding energy.

"Unrivaled Demonic Monument! Sacrifice the monument!"

The Yimo Emperor roared, and countless demonic creatures surged from the dimensional rift, self-destructing to infuse their black blood and flesh into the monument.

Lin Dong, not to be outdone, coughed up black blood to summon an even more fearsome demonic blade.

"This emperor doesn’t believe even he can survive against us both!"

"Unrivaled Demonic Monument! Soul Annihilation!"

As the demonic monument fell and Lin Dong’s blade struck, the terrifying combined attack descended upon Chen Xuan with earth-shattering power.

"Is this the end?"

"Even someone as powerful as Chen Xuan can’t withstand this!"

Despair gripped the hearts of the allied army below.

But Chen Xuan stood unshaken.

"Two against one, and you think you’ve won?" he sneered.

He raised his hand, summoning an immense energy hand that grabbed both the demonic blade and the monument.

With a burst of energy, the blade shattered, and the monument exploded.

Everyone was stunned.

He had effortlessly thwarted the combined assault of two Ancestor Realm powerhouses.

"You... you’re using the power of the Plane!"

The Yimo Emperor was aghast.

[Ding! The Yimo Emperor feels terror. Emotion value +999.]

"When did you become the Plane’s master?"

Fury and disbelief consumed the Yimo Emperor. After thousands of years of plotting and enduring humiliation, someone else had stolen the Plane’s essence.

"Plane Master?" Lin Dong was confused but could sense the gravity of the situation.

Chen Xuan smirked. "Why don’t you guess?"

"Damn it! Retreat!"

The Yimo Emperor decisively ordered a retreat, unwilling to risk annihilation.



Chen Xuan smiled coldly. “Your time is up.”

With a wave of his hand, he summoned the power of the plane itself.

The Yimo Emperor's massive form was engulfed in purifying light, his anguished screams echoing as he was erased from existence.

Lin Dong, seeing this, turned pale. He tried to flee, but Chen Xuan trapped him in a cage of Yuan Power, ending his life as well.

The battlefield fell silent. The war for the Tianxuan Continent had finally come to an end.

After the celebrations, Chen Xuan turned his gaze toward the ruins of the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace. With a single gesture, he shattered its ancient seals, revealing a hidden cave. Inside lay Yun Yun, trapped and waiting.

Standing at the entrance, Chen Xuan murmured softly, “Sorry, I’m late.”