Chapter 2306: Not Necessarily Without Vitality

Having understood Tao Qian's meaning, Zuo Jue immediately beamed with joy; at last he had opened his apertures—ah, was it easy for him?

He had just almost been angered to death by Tao Qian.

Meanwhile, Ma Hong was utterly panicked, still wanting to make a dying struggle, looking pitifully at Tao Qian as she spoke.

"Tao Lang, do you want to kill me?"

However, Tao Qian didn't answer her, merely saying to Zuo Jue.

"Please, big brother, help me subdue her; I'm no match for her."

"No problem, even moving a finger counts as my effort."

Regarding this request, Zuo Jue happily agreed; immediately his aura completely enveloped Ma Hong.

Ma Hong still wanted to struggle, but she was already seriously injured—how could she break free?

Her body was tightly bound; she could only watch as Tao Qian approached step by step.

Her heart full of unwillingness, Ma Hong, even to this point, refused to resign herself as she spoke.

"Tao Lang, have you forgotten our original oath?"

"You said you would protect me for a lifetime."

Simply, regarding Ma Hong's words, Tao Qian never answered a single word from beginning to end.

He came expressionlessly to Ma Hong's front, looking at the woman he once deeply loved.

To say his heart had not the slightest ripple would be a lie, yet Tao Qian also saw through this woman's true nature.

As Zuo Jue said, this woman had been treating him as a fool from start to finish, playing him in the palm of her hand.

Having found a better backer, she unhesitatingly kicked him aside, could no longer get by outside, and came back to find him.

Between them, only he was foolishly full of tender feelings, while she never regarded him as a person at all.

At this moment, an impatient urging voice came from behind—Zuo Jue's.

"What are you standing there for? Get moving!"

Delay brings change; Zuo Jue truly feared Tao Qian's nerves might suddenly go awry again and he'd retreat, so a swift, decisive strike is the proper course.

Under Tao Qian's urging, Tao Qian finally spoke.

"Have you ever loved me?"

"Love, Tao Lang, I love................."

"Love your mother?"

A silver light flashed; Ma Hong's head flew into the air, while Zuo Jue behind shouted excitedly.

"Soul, don't forget the soul."

This leaves Ma Hong no chance at all.

Tao Qian also didn't hesitate; he immediately obliterated Ma Hong's soul, utterly cutting off her vitality.

Ma Hong, including the other disciples of Ultimate Bliss Palace, in the hands of Tianlin, Miao Qianqian, Zuo Jue, etc., naturally could not stir up any waves.

Even though they had fled in disarray, heads tucked, in the end not a single person escaped.

Indeed, if even these two Heavenly Pride Yāoniè, Tianlin and Miao Qianqian, couldn't catch them, then those two wouldn't deserve to call themselves Yāoniè.

On the other side, Ye Zhangqing, who had pursued the Third Holy Son out, hadn't gone far before directly blocking his path.

Cornered, the Third Holy Son looked at Ye Zhangqing before him, his expression grim as he spoke.

"Ye Zhangqing, let me go; everything in my Space Ring is yours."

"Killing you would be the same."

"Do you really want a fight to the death? Your Dao One Immortal Sect disciples will be unharmed; if you kill me, Ultimate Bliss Palace won't let it rest."

"What's it to me?"

Ye Zhangqing replied indifferently, stepping closer step by step; facing Ye Zhangqing's pressure, the Third Holy Son instinctively retreated.

Who could have imagined things would develop to this point—Ye Zhangqing, Tianlin, Miao Qianqian, and the Three Great Heavenly Pride Yāoniè would actually appear on Immortal Peak Mountain.

Within Immortal Peak Mountain, not to mention the Five Great Yāoniè, even the myriad Heavenly Pride would not enter.

This time, if not for the Sect's order, he wouldn't have come to this place.

It was of no benefit to him at all.

Ye Zhangqing naturally could not let the Third Holy Son go; seeing that negotiation was impossible, the Third Holy Son's mind raced, weighing options quickly.

The Ye-surnamed one insisted on not letting him go; begging for mercy now would be utterly useless.

In that case, there was nothing left but to go all out.

Although the opponent is acclaimed by the world as the Fifth Yāoniè, standing alongside our own Great Saint Son An Sheng Xin, he is considered an existence that overwhelms all Heavenly Pride.

But unlike An Sheng Xin, Tianlin, and Miao Qianqian, this Ye Zhangqing is after all a newly risen Yāoniè.

How his strength truly is, the world also has varied opinions.

Some firmly believe Ye Zhangqing is the present Fifth Yāoniè, while others think he exaggerates too much; in fact he lacks the qualification to stand shoulder to shoulder with the other four great Yāoniè.

It's all just the Cooking King Immortal City deliberately building momentum for him.

Whatever is said, the bottom line is that Ye Zhangqing's title of Fifth Yāoniè has not been acknowledged by everyone.

There is great controversy, unlike An Sheng Xin, Tianlin, and Miao Qianqian.

Thus, if he were to face An Sheng Xin, Tianlin, and Miao Qianqian, perhaps the Third Holy Son would have no chance of victory—this is certain.

But if the opponent is Ye Zhangqing, then who will win is still unknown; he himself is not without a chance.

Not speaking of defeating the opponent, merely struggling to escape to the death counts as success.

Fortunately, the one who caught up was not Tianlin or Miao Qianqian, but Ye Zhangqing, unintentionally leaving him a sliver of life.

Thinking of this, the Third Holy Son's heart also gained a hint of hope; after all, driven to this point, anyone would desperately seek a chance to survive.

His confidence somewhat restored, the Third Holy Son calmed down, carefully observing Ye Zhangqing's every move.

Ye Zhangqing appeared very casual, as if he had no defenses; such contempt gave the Third Holy Son a few more hopes of survival.

When Ye Zhangqing came within less than three meters of him, at that distance the Third Holy Son's attack arrived instantly.

Believing he had seized an opportunity, the Third Holy Son suddenly struck.

He hoped to use this to repel Ye Zhangqing and carve out a path for himself.

But facing the Third Holy Son's attack, Ye Zhangqing simply did not dodge or evade at all.

With a casual swipe, he directly shattered the attack.

"How is this possible............"

Seeing this, the Third Holy Son was dumbfounded; his all-out strike was actually resolved so easily by the opponent.

It felt just like a casual swipe.

The hope that had just risen vanished in an instant; indeed............ under a great reputation there are no weaklings.

Even though Ye Zhangqing currently lacks the strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with the other four, he is still far beyond what these Heavenly Pride can compare with.

While the Third Holy Son's heart was ashen, Ye Zhangqing already pointed a finger; a golden finger ray flashed forth, shooting straight toward his between the eyebrows.

The golden light was fast; the Third Holy Son resisted with all his might, erecting several layers of Línglì defense in front of him.

But these defenses, before the golden finger ray, were as fragile as paper, unable to withstand a single blow.

In the blink of an eye they were torn apart; thereafter the golden finger ray, hardly weakened, pierced the Third Holy Son's between the eyebrows.

Violent Línglì and the power of laws wreaked havoc inside his body, and his divine soul was also being torn apart violently.

Not to mention the physical body; at the instant the golden finger ray struck, it suffered heavy damage.