Chapter 329: Feigning Compliance

Meng Yifan was once again caught in a dilemma; he used his left hand to desperately block Lang Batian's attacks, while his right hand continuously channeled Spirit Power to Meng Dayong to keep his life force hanging by a thread.

"What should I do?" Meng Yifan racked his brains, quickly searching for a way to break the deadlock.

If he let go of Meng Dayong and let him die, Meng Yifan would barely have the strength to fight.

However, Meng Dayong was Meng Yifan's father; if Meng Yifan were to watch Meng Dayong die right before his eyes, it would leave Meng Yifan with lifelong regrets, his heart would never find peace, and it might even become his Heart Demon, interfering with his cultivation breakthroughs.

Therefore, no matter what, he could not abandon Meng Dayong; he had to save him.

"The only way is to use the Mushroom Bomb." Thinking of this, Meng Yifan executed Lingbo Microsteps and flew toward Heixiazi Mountain, carrying Meng Dayong.

"Haha, trying to run, and carrying a burden at that? Meng Yifan, you really are an idiot." Lang Batian transformed into his original form, landed on all fours, and gave chase at high speed.

At Meng Yifan's current speed, if he were to execute Lingbo Microsteps alone, he could easily exceed eight hundred meters per second, making him slightly faster than Lang Batian.

But now that Meng Yifan was running while carrying Meng Dayong, his speed was inevitably much slower, and he simply could not shake off Lang Batian's pursuit.

"Whoosh!" As the distance between them closed, Lang Batian waved a Wolf Claw, and the Wolf God Horn activated once more; that ten-meter-long Wolf God Horn spun at high speed like a giant electric drill, boring toward Meng Yifan.

Meng Yifan cursed inwardly and could only point with his left hand, causing the Black and White Grinding Disc to act like a giant Shield, blocking the Wolf God Horn.

"Bang!" After the Wolf God Horn collided with the Black and White Grinding Disc, it knocked the disc back over ten meters, slamming it into Meng Yifan's back.

"Pfft!" Meng Yifan felt his internal organs shift from the shock and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood; ignoring his injuries, he used the force of the recoil to surge forward, widening the distance between himself and Lang Batian.

"Stupid human, let's see how many more times you can block." Lang Batian increased his speed and continued to chase Meng Yifan.

"Yifan... you silly child... let me go... don't worry about me, let me... die..." Seeing Meng Yifan beaten to the point of vomiting blood, Meng Dayong was burning with anxiety, hating himself for not being faster when he tried to commit suicide earlier; if he had just cut his throat clean, he wouldn't be dragging Meng Yifan down now.

"Dad, stop talking, it's affecting my fighting; my mind is made up, today, father and son, we live together and we die together." Meng Yifan's gaze was firm, his words resonant and decisive.

Meng Dayong was moved to tears, wanting to say something, but fearing it would affect Meng Yifan, he could only bite his lip and not make a sound; he was already a burden to Meng Yifan and could not let him be distracted any further.

Soon, the Wolf God Horn attacked again; Meng Yifan had no choice but to use the Black and White Grinding Disc to block it once more, but this time, after the Wolf God Horn hit the disc, it continued to spin at high speed, forcibly drilling a watermelon-sized hole through the Black and White Grinding Disc.

This caused the light on the Black and White Grinding Disc to dim, nearly failing to maintain its overall stability and dissipating entirely.

Meng Yifan's Divine Soul was connected to the Black and White Grinding Disc; with the disc suffering heavy damage, he also suffered a backlash; it felt as if a small drill was inside his mind, brutally boring inward, causing him such splitting pain that he had to move the Black and White Grinding Disc aside and use the Ghost Head Blade from the side to barely knock the Wolf God Horn away.

"Haha, Meng Yifan, your Supernatural Ability is broken and your Divine Soul is injured, right? You can't escape; I advise you to obediently hand over the Innate Spirit Essence, and I can spare your life." Lang Batian said.

"Innate Spirit Essence, what is that?" Meng Yifan was stunned; he had never heard of Innate Spirit Essence, so why did Lang Batian think he had it?

"What is Innate Spirit Essence?" Meng Yifan asked in confusion.

"It's come to this, stop pretending; I saw long ago that you are the reincarnation of a great power, and your Divine Soul Origin stores Innate Spirit Essence, which is why your cultivation improves so quickly. Give me the remaining Innate Spirit Essence, and I will spare you and your father."

Lang Batian dared not push Meng Yifan too hard, because if Meng Yifan were truly driven to a point of certain death, he might choose to self-destruct.

If that happened, even if he had Innate Spirit Essence hidden in his Divine Soul Origin, it would explode along with him; in that case, Lang Batian would end up with nothing, like drawing water with a bamboo basket, and might even be injured by Meng Yifan's self-destruction, which would be very cost-ineffective.

Meng Yifan's eyes lit up; he was just worrying about how to stall for time to lead Lang Batian to Heixiazi Mountain, and since Lang Batian thought he had Innate Spirit Essence, he could play along and delay his attacks.

As long as they reached Heixiazi Mountain and the Mushroom Bomb exploded, even if it didn't kill Lang Batian, it would leave him severely injured; then the tables would turn, and it would be Meng Yifan's turn to take revenge.

"Since you've seen through it, I won't hide it anymore; I do have Innate Spirit Essence in my body, but that is the foundation of my cultivation, so of course I can't give it all to you. How about this: you let my father and me go, and I can give you one-third of the Innate Spirit Essence." Meng Yifan said.

Lang Batian was overjoyed; as long as there was room for negotiation, that was fine; what he feared most was Meng Yifan refusing to talk and choosing to self-destruct in the end.

"One-third is too little; I want all the Innate Spirit Essence. Give it to me, and I will turn around and leave right now, sparing your lives."

Lang Batian further persuaded: "You are a reincarnated great power with the cultivation experience of your past life; even without the Innate Spirit Essence, your cultivation speed is much faster than others. So, for you, even if you discard the Innate Spirit Essence, the loss isn't particularly great. How about it? Hurry up and give the Innate Spirit Essence to me."

"At most, I can give you half; I still need to keep some to improve my own cultivation." Meng Yifan bargained.

Lang Batian didn't want to push too hard either; he thought for a moment and said: "Give me at least eighty percent, or else I will kill both you and your father."

Meng Yifan pretended to be pained and said: "Fine, there is a Heixiazi Mountain ahead; let's trade there. You stay in the Valley, and I will go three kilometers ahead to separate the Innate Spirit Essence from my Divine Soul Origin. I hope you keep your promise and don't go back on your word."

Lang Batian nodded and said: "Don't you worry; as long as you give me eighty percent of the Innate Spirit Essence, I will definitely let you leave."

A hint of mockery appeared in Lang Batian's eyes; he thought Meng Yifan was truly an idiot. How could he possibly let Meng Yifan leave? The two sides had fought to this point, making them mortal enemies; Lang Batian would naturally take advantage of Meng Yifan's injuries to kill him, and would never give him a chance to grow.