As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 1023: Chapter 305: Unbelievable Wealth Gains 4 Divine Crystals, the Divine Monkey Stretching Lazily Toward the Great Saint [Seeking Monthly Ticket]_2

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The sound of breaking the sky resounded.

Yellow Sword Wine, You Liqing, and Dragon Maiden, the three Martial Saints, returned gracefully from soul capturing.

”Lord.”

You Liqing, clad in golden armor, spoke in a deep voice, ”Divine Guard Army Grand Marshal Yan Jing has already escaped. Yan Jing possesses Qi Sea Peak cultivation; we... couldn’t stop him.”

Yellow Sword Wine, You Liqing, plus the Dragon Maiden, these three top-tier Human Core Martial Saints could even disregard injury and trigger explosive divine seeds; their combat power truly is not weaker than common Qi Sea Martial Saints.

Yet still, they couldn’t stop Divine Guard Army Grand Marshal Yan Jing.

Yan Jing, as the foremost expert under Yue Huanglong, commander of Qianyuan Tao City’s Divine Guard’s four armies, wields extreme combat power and is a Second Level Martial Saint at the Qi Sea Peak!

In terms of combat power, even Su Leibao in his prime is not a match for Yan Jing.

After all, Yan Jing cultivates year-round without halting martial path training, whereas Su Leibao hasn’t drawn his blade since becoming the Su Family Patriarch for sixty years. The gap is quite large.

”Yan Jing is the expert sent by Daoist Master Yue Huanglong to escort me away from Lingnan Circuit... Yue Huanglong could be part of the Third Prince’s faction...”

Su Leibao spoke truthfully.

Transformed into the soul capturing, he held his Dragon Slayer Blade, his whole being even reverted to a peak youthful state, like an unrestrained and arrogant swordman.

”Third Prince’s faction...”

Li Che’s eyes flickered.

He had no intention of chasing after to capture Yan Jing as well.

He had no grievances with this Grand Marshal Yan Jing; it wasn’t necessary.

He, the Netherworld Ox Demon...

is not someone who delights in killing.

”Alright, it’s time to return.”

Li Che pressed down the Bull Demon Mask on his face, stretching his limbs, emitting a sound like thunderstorm, and strong air currents churned the void.

”Yes.”

Yellow Sword Wine, You Liqing, and Dragon Maiden, the soul capturing beings, clasped their fists, transformed into black Confined God Chess pieces floating around Li Che.

Su Leibao, clutching the Golden Dragon Slayer Blade, hesitated a little...

”Speak.”

Li Che glanced at him and said.

Regarding the soul capturing beings, although Li Che had the might and fierceness to sense their thoughts and consciousness, it wasn’t necessary.

Most of the time, Li Che would let the soul capturing beings be living humans.

Let them have their own thoughts, their own privacy.

”Lord... subordinate... wants to go and see the situation of the other two teams of the Su Family...”

Su Leibao clasped his fists, speaking in a deep voice.

”Consider it... subordinate’s last remembrance as the Su Family Patriarch.”

Li Che raised an eyebrow upon hearing that.

”Leave no root and it grows anew with the spring breeze.”

”Underworld always chooses to eliminate potentially threatening enemies; it never leaves trouble for itself.”

Su Leibao clasped his fists, ”Subordinate understands.”

Li Che nodded; he trusts the soul capturing beings’ allegiance to him, a self-assurance stemming from divine skills.

The Heaven and Earth chessboard unfolded.

Li Che’s eyes revealed a touch of color, and gradually, he fell silent.

”Go ahead.”

”Fulfill your last duty as the Family Head.”

”After today, you are the Underworld... Dragon Slayer Blade.”

”Trust you know what to do.”

Su Leibao paused, Li Che’s attitude made him fall silent.

Then, he sighed, clasped his fists with the blade.

”Thank you...”

”Lord.”

...

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Cold snowflakes fluttered and fell.

The ground is piled with thick snow; crimson blood slowly spreads through the snow and blooms with scarlet flowers in the white snowfield.

The carriage shattered, overturning sideways, the towering axle slowly rotating, creaking.

Snowflakes fall, piling thickly upon the axle.

”Is everything cleaned up?”

A hoarse voice echoed, several masked figures, capped with bamboo hats, wielding blood-dripping long knives, spears, and other weapons, stood on the snowy field.

The ground is filled with corpses; an entire troop, hundreds of Su Family disciples, all perished.

The Su Family’s responsible Grandmaster and Divine Origin Great True Man are also dead.

Corpses lay on the snow, shocking.

Not a single survivor, even infants in swaddling, were cut in half with a single strike.