Chapter 827: Taking Residence in the Bodhisattva

"Kill him, and everything here belongs to us."

Bai Xuan the Sword Immortal, after a brief moment of shock at the new crimson-gold dual swords in Li Yi's hands, intensified his killing intent.

He could tell Li Yi was extremely wealthy—such wealth could stir even Immortals; if he killed this man and seized those few crimson-gold divine swords, he could completely reforged them to recast his damaged primordial immortal sword.

"Good."

Feihong Immortaless also grew serious; she flipped her palm, divine light bloomed, and a purple-gold rope appeared in her hand.

It was her immortal artifact, the Purple-Gold Binding Immortal Rope.

"To make two Immortals take this seriously, Li Yi, your strength is indeed impressive. If you were given more time to cultivate, once you broke through to the next realm, none of us would be your match—but unfortunately, today you are doomed."

Bai Xuan the Sword Immortal roared, his body awash with sword qi; with a single step forward, he became a divine sword tearing through the heavens, his sword finger thrusting straight toward Li Yi's forehead.

Simultaneously, a purple rope, like a colossal dragon wreathed in divine light, pierced through heaven and earth, sealing off all surroundings, then unleashed the artifact's power—a divine thunder crashing down upon Li Yi.

Facing the combined strike of two Immortals, Li Yi did not choose to flee—he had nowhere left to run.

"Heaven and Earth Sever."

With a roar, the ancient divine power hidden within his bloodline erupted again; this time, because his divine blood had grown purer, the spectral figure of the god—crowning the sun and moon, standing upon mountains and rivers—became far more condensed.

Lightning patterns on Li Yi's body blazed with radiance; countless silver lightning bolts danced through the air, his flesh emitted divine light, and streams of power surged from the acupoints infused with divine blood, all converging into a single punch.

The divine technique now unleashed was no longer what it once was; the space before him shattered instantly, as if he were using sheer force to open a gateway between realms.

This strike targeted the Sword Immortal.

The Sword Immortal showed no sign of retreat—he intended to obliterate Li Yi with full force.

The power of the Immortal clashed with the might of the ancient god at this moment.

In an instant, upon sensing the opponent's power, Bai Xuan the Sword Immortal was seized by horror—Li Yi's unleashed strength had already surpassed his own. How was this possible? How could someone who had cultivated for so short a time possess power rivaling an Immortal?

Yet divine light was extinguished, sword qi dissipated; the god's punch descended, truly destined to destroy heaven and earth—no Immortal could resist it.

Bai Xuan the Sword Immortal's immortal body now cracked with fissures; he spat blood profusely, his extended sword finger snapped the moment it met the fist's edge, then instantly shattered into dust, followed by his entire arm being ground away inch by inch.

At this moment.

Bai Xuan the Sword Immortal felt fear—he knew if he stood his ground, he would die without doubt.

"I am a Sword Immortal—how could I perish here?" he roared.

His damaged primordial flying sword merged with his primordial spirit, transforming into a flash of cold light that instantly detached from his body and fled back the way he came.

Bai Xuan the Sword Immortal fled.

He was terrified—he refused to fight Li Yi to the death.

As an immortal who had achieved immortality, how could he possibly trade his life for that of a mortal from Earth?

"Boom!"

Yet after Bai Xuan fled, Feihong Immortaless's artifact unleashed its full power, striking Li Yi directly—this blow shattered his outermost crimson-gold divine armor, and the terrifying force even cracked his second armor.

Although the second armor had already been damaged by Bai Xuan's earlier strike, its complete destruction from a single blow revealed the sheer horror of the power behind it.

Li Yi staggered, flung backward.

The terrifying divine technique ceased abruptly.

If Bai Xuan had held on just a moment longer, he wouldn't have needed to flee.

But now it was too late.

The immortal sword fled, leaving behind only an empty corpse—immediately obliterated by residual power, reduced to dust.

"Bai Xuan the Sword Immortal, you—" Feihong Immortaless, witnessing this, was both shocked and furious.

At this stage of battle, a Sword Immortal had fled mid-combat.

Although fleeing from a superior opponent was common among cultivators on the Xuanxian Continent, Li Yi stood right before them—if he wasn't eliminated now, and he broke through to the next realm later, who could stand against him?

"Even when they become Immortals, cultivators never shed their innate cowardice—you fear death so much because you cling to immortality."

Although the crimson-gold armors kept peeling off, he still had three layers of battle armor intact.

To kill him, these two Immortals would have to fight to the death—otherwise, they had no chance.

"Don't be so arrogant."

Feihong Immortaless roared, swinging her Purple-Gold Binding Immortal Rope, transforming it into a celestial net that coiled toward Li Yi.

If she could bind him, the artifact's power would seal his magic power and primordial spirit, rendering him powerless.

"With one Sword Immortal gone, do you think you alone can capture me?" Li Yi charged again, countless divine lights bursting forth; he gripped both swords and slashed at the approaching Binding Rope.

Instantly, the clang of metal on metal echoed; each strike chipped a notch into the crimson-gold divine swords, shards flew outward with residual force, filling the sky with streaks of meteors.

Li Yi, relying purely on brute strength, held firm against the descent of the immortal artifact.

Although his crimson-gold divine swords kept chipping, the opponent's artifact was not unscathed—it too suffered damage.

Feihong Immortaless, sensing her artifact's injury, was both shocked and furious; after only a few exchanges, her artifact was already riddled with wounds—if she continued this way, it might be destroyed here.

"Damn Bai Xuan the Sword Immortal—if he hadn't fled, I wouldn't be in this predicament." She now hated the coward who had abandoned the battle.

Then she hesitated—she could either fight Li Yi to the death, or abandon this artifact and retreat. "Has Tianyue the Demon King not yet decided the outcome?"

Feihong Immortaless could not decide; she gritted her teeth and continued fighting, hoping Tianyue the Demon King would soon prevail and come to her aid.

Li Yi swung his divine sword without pause—he could not stop, or the countless ropes would entangle him; only by striking repeatedly could he repel them.

The power of Long Hu roared, divine might erupted.

As someone who cultivated multiple arts, he feared no prolonged battle.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, after countless collisions, the crimson-gold divine sword in his hand could no longer hold—it shattered completely.

Li Yi had anticipated this; he drew two brand-new crimson-gold divine swords, once again radiating brilliant divine light, their power boundless.

"More?" Feihong Immortaless trembled at the sight.

How wealthy was this Li Yi? This was already the sixth divine sword—and after this battle, two armors had been destroyed, yet the third remained pristine. She even suspected there might be a fourth, a fifth beneath it.

"Damn it."

She shook with rage.

If Li Yi hadn't possessed such immense wealth, he would have lost long ago—how could he possibly have fought two Immortals this long?

As she pondered these thoughts.

Suddenly.

Boom.

A thunderous explosion rang out—the purple-gold rope that pierced heaven and earth finally reached its limit and was severed by Li Yi's blade.

"Damn!" Feihong Immortaless's face darkened instantly.

Then came the second rope, the third, the fourth—all damaged, their power diminished; under Li Yi's fierce assault, they began snapping wildly.

The so-called celestial net was now torn apart by Li Yi's sheer force.

Though he had sacrificed two crimson-gold divine swords, to him the cost was negligible—he could simply return to the Wildlands and replenish them all.

Having just shattered the celestial net, Li Yi's eyes blazed with killing intent—he immediately fixed his gaze on Feihong Immortaless.

Without hesitation, Li Yi drew the Precious Moon Bow and a crimson-gold arrow.

Taking advantage of the moment her artifact was destroyed, he drew the bow and loosed the arrow straight at the female Immortal.

The crimson-gold arrow tore through the heavens, arriving in an instant.

But Feihong Immortaless merely flicked her sleeve—a bronze mirror appeared before her; the crimson-gold arrow struck it and vanished into its surface, yet cracks immediately spread across the mirror.

Seeing this, Feihong Immortaless's lips twitched.

The bronze mirror in her hand was not an immortal artifact—only a semi-immortal artifact; it had barely held up against this single arrow, and another would surely destroy it completely.

"Go."

Seeing her artifact destroyed, Feihong Immortaless realized the tide had turned—she could no longer kill Li Yi. If she stayed any longer, she would surely die.

Though unwilling, she turned without hesitation and fled.

"Want to run?" Li Yi drew another crimson-gold arrow and fired again.

Feihong Immortaless, unwilling to expend more energy, hurled the bronze mirror.

Boom!

The mirror shattered instantly upon absorbing the arrow, rendered completely useless; though the loss of a treasure pained her deeply, there was nothing she could do now.

Seeing the second arrow blocked, Li Yi fired a third—and summoned a cloud of auspicious radiance beneath his feet as he pursued.

The opponent could not teleport within this strange realm; if he could kill her here, it would be ideal.

Once they left this place, Immortals vanished instantly through teleportation—he could never catch them.

"Reverend, lend me that statue of the Bodhisattva's physical form—this demon is too fierce, I cannot subdue him." At this moment, Master Yulian's voice came, followed by the dispersal of the divine Buddhist light; she emerged disheveled, bloodied, retreating backward.

Tianyue the Demon King stood like the full moon in the heavens; though blood stained his lips, he had clearly bested Master Yulian.

"Good."

Li Yi was startled, then immediately withdrew the Bodhisattva's physical statue from his Five Elements Bracelet.

The moment he pulled it out, Master Yulian seized it through the air.

"What use is a dead body?" Tianyue the Demon King sneered.

Seeing the Demon King's dominance, Feihong Immortaless, who had been preparing to flee, paused— if the Demon King won, she wouldn't need to fight; killing Li Yi alone would recover the loss of her artifact.

Master Yulian remained silent; after taking the physical statue, she chanted a sacred sutra, her body radiating Buddhist light, her primordial spirit exiting her body—she abandoned her own flesh and entered the Bodhisattva statue.

The previously lifeless statue now pulsed with vitality and life.

The Bodhisattva's physical form slowly opened its eyes, and a celestial dragon emerged from its body, symbolizing boundless power.

This power filled even the once dominant, arrogant Tianyue the Demon King with dread.

"Possession of a corpse? I'll cut you down." Tianyue the Demon King did not hesitate—he roared, unleashing his Demon King power like an endless ocean, while his artifact, the Precious Moon Disc, became a flash of cold light plummeting from the heavens.

This strike aimed to destroy both Master Yulian's physical body and primordial spirit.

(End of Chapter)