Chapter 894: with translation of chapter title

Ye Zhilong's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body's muscles tensed to the extreme, and a crisp sound like shattering porcelain came from his dantian.

The surface of that golden Martial Dao seed showed spiderweb-like cracks, yet it stubbornly released corrosive energy, attempting to control his meridians.

A pool of fresh blood had accumulated on the snow, all flowing from Ye Zhilong's seven orifices.

His vision began to blur, a buzzing rang in his ears, but the hand gripping his spear remained steady as a rock.

"What Martial Dao inheritance... you just want to turn me into your puppet!" Ye Zhilong snarled through gritted teeth, his black-gold long spear driven deep into the ground, the shaft violently trembling and emitting a dragon-like hum.

The Martial Dao seed left by Da Mo Wuji suddenly blazed with golden light, countless golden threads shooting from the cracks, frantically wrapping around Ye Zhilong's limbs and bones.

Each golden thread contained terrifying Martial Dao will, like millions of red-hot steel needles piercing the bone marrow simultaneously.

"Ugh!!"

Ye Zhilong raised his head and let out a long howl, yet his howl carried a chilling resolve.

Not only did he not retreat, he actively opened his meridians, allowing those golden threads to penetrate deep into his body's most vulnerable vital points.

"How could I fall here..."

With each word he uttered, a spot on his body's acupoints burst forth with crimson light.

Those lights spread like prairie sparks, following the direction of the golden threads, and wherever they passed, the golden threads snapped one after another!

The scale patterns on the black-gold long spear rose up one by one, and the red speck at the tip grew brighter and brighter.

Ye Zhilong was drenched in blood, yet at this life-and-death juncture he revealed a ferocious grin: "Da Mo Wuji... you gravely underestimate the martial artists of the world!"

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder-like explosion rang from within, and the golden seed was utterly shattered.

Countless golden specks burst from Ye Zhilong's pores, yet the instant they left his body they were seized by the crimson true intent and forcibly dragged back inside to be refined.

Crimson Martial Dao true intent began to manifest around Ye Zhilong, flickering like flames. This was the embryonic form of his unique Martial Dao true intent—Revolution of Heaven's Mandate!

Just as Ye Zhilong let out a breath, the snow behind him suddenly exploded!

A streak of blood-light shot forth like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, straight for the vital point behind his heart.

Before the blood-light even arrived, the piercing killing intent froze the surrounding snowflakes midair.

"Martial Dao will? A dying person isn't even worthy to speak of will?" Yan Buji's gloomy voice sounded close to his ear.

In the nick of time, Ye Zhilong's body instinctively shifted sideways by half an inch.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of the blood-light slicing into flesh!

His left arm flew high into the air, fresh blood spraying like a waterfall across the snow, instantly dyeing vast expanses of white red.

"Hmph..." Ye Zhilong grunted, yet his right hand thrust the spear backward at an impossible angle.

This thrust bore no flourish, purely an instinctive counter honed by countless life-and-death battles.

Yan Buji evidently hadn't expected Ye Zhilong to still be able to counterattack despite the pain of his severed arm; he hurried to dodge, but it was already too late.

"Sss!"

The black-gold long spear pierced Yan Buji's right abdomen, the tip exiting his back and bringing out a spray of blood.

"What a Ye Zhilong!" Yan Buji violently retreated ten zhang, clutching his abdominal wound, his eyes first showing solemnity: "Even with a severed arm you can still wound me—no wonder Da Mo Wuji regards you differently."

"Treacherous villain!"

Ye Zhilong knelt on one knee, his right hand still gripping the spear tightly.

Blood welled from the severed arm, yet the crimson true intent surrounding his body grew more solid, actually forming a thin film over the wound that temporarily staunched the bleeding.

"Yan Buji..." Ye Zhilong slowly rose to his feet, one-armed, spear pointed at the opponent's throat: "To take advantage of someone's peril—do you even deserve to be called a martial artist?"

Yan Buji snorted coldly, the Swallow Desire Pot hovering above his head as he dual-wielded the Rift Scepter and the Sea Kun Hammer. The patterns on the Swallow Desire Pot began to writhe, causing his bronze arm to glow as well, and golden threads of fate descended from the pot, sealing off the surrounding space!

"Martial artist?" Yan Buji sneered, "I only know that the victor lives and the loser dies."

Before his words even finished, he had already turned into a blood-shadow and lunged forth. Wherever the blood-blade passed, even the air was corroded into hissing white smoke.

Ye Zhilong swept his spear sideways; the crimson true intent at the tip collided with the Sea Kun Hammer, erupting in a ring of red-and-black intertwined shockwave.

Several dozen ancient pines nearby instantly withered into powder! The deep snow, several meters thick blanketing the ground, was actually, in this moment of their clash, blown outward by the impact over a radius of a kilometer, revealing the permafrost frozen since time immemorial!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In the blink of an eye they had exchanged over ten moves. Though one-armed, Ye Zhilong's spear technique grew ever fiercer, each thrust carrying the aura of mutual destruction.

Yan Buji's attacks were vicious and tricky, specifically targeting the empty left side of Ye Zhilong's defense.

"Your spear is slow!" Yan Buji suddenly switched tactics, the Rift Scepter emitting a rift-shift, and the Sea Kun Hammer came down like a collapsing mountain, smashing straight for Ye Zhilong's heart.

Ye Zhilong neither dodged nor evaded, changing his spear from a sweep to a thrust—indeed a fight of life for life!

Yan Buji's pupils contracted sharply, and he hastily raised a block.

The two immortal artifacts collided, sending sparks flying.

Furthermore, both simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood, each retreating several steps.

"Madman!" Yan Buji wiped the blood from his lips, "Aren't you afraid of death? Dare to trade lives with me?!"

Ye Zhilong grinned, his mouth full of blood making him look especially ferocious: "Afraid of death? Then what's the point of walking the Martial Dao!"

Yan Buji snorted coldly: "Fine, I underestimated you! Come again!"

Ye Zhilong suddenly plunged his spear into the ground, forming a seal with one hand. The crimson true intent around his body boiled like flames, condensing above his head into a phantom blood-red spear—this was exactly the embryonic form of his Martial Dao true intent that had just taken shape!

"Take this move of mine—'Heaven's Mandate Can Be Overturned!'"

The blood-colored spear shot tore through the air, and wherever it passed, even space showed minute distortions.

Yan Buji's face changed drastically; while blocking horizontally with the Sea Kun Hammer, he swiftly retreated through a rift.

"Boom—!"

The spear struck the Sea Kun Hammer, erupting in a deafening roar. Yan Buji flew backward like a kite with its string cut, only stopping after smashing through seven or eight ancient pines; aided by the rift-shift, his heels dug into the frozen earth, carving a trace over five hundred meters long, and fresh blood streamed from his chest as well.

Ye Zhilong also collapsed to his knees from exhaustion, yet the fighting spirit in his eyes showed no diminution.

He struggled to pull the spear from the ground, swaying to his feet: "Today... either you step on my corpse to leave... or I will step on your bones to break through!"

Yan Buji gave a cold snort, was about to act, when his expression suddenly changed and he sharply turned his head to look at the distant sky.

Ye Zhilong also sensed it; three powerful auras were rapidly approaching, each not weaker than late-stage Void Refining.

"Scum of the Profound Gate?! Yang Lan!" Yan Buji spat out a mouthful of blood, gloomily looking at Ye Zhilong: "You're lucky this time; next time I will surely take your life!"

His figure flickered, turning into a streak of blood light that fled deep into the dense forest.

Ye Zhilong did not pursue, but quickly sealed his wounds with acupressure, picked up the severed arm and tucked it into his bosom.

Just as he was about to leave, a clear, cold female voice came from behind him.

"Ye Zhilong, you are indeed here."

Yang Lan stood in the snow in a white robe, with two sturdy-aura elders beside her. She looked at Ye Zhilong's severed arm and the blood-soaked ground, a flicker of complexity in her eyes.

"You all..." Ye Zhilong gave a wry smile, "I lost."

A purple-robed elder stepped forward and said coldly: "Ye Zhilong, why didn't you inform us earlier of the whereabouts of the Great Devil Limitless, and who that person is?"

Ye Zhilong laughed aloud at the words, the motion tugging at his wound as he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood: "I am a martial artist! I will not bully the few with the many; that man is the Havoc-wreaking Southern Court's Pot Demon Yan Buji, I was defeated by the Great Devil Limitless, and this fellow seized the chance to try to kill me—fortunately, a few others arrived in time."

Ye Zhilong saw that the Void Refining Elders behind Yang Lan seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

He gripped the spear tightly with his right hand, his crimson true intent surging once more. Though he was spent, that indomitable Martial Dao will caused the three Void Refining practitioners to involuntarily retreat half a step.

Yang Lan suddenly said: "Two Elders, our target is Yan Buji! As for the Great Devil Limitless, I suppose Dao Friend Ye will take action?"

Ye Zhilong nodded: "Yes, I will not let that Yan Buji go either! If you find him, I will also lend a hand!"

The purple-robed elder pondered for a moment, then nodded: "That works."

The two Elders nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go, it's time to hunt down Yan Buji."

Ye Zhilong exhaled in relief, then suddenly lost his balance and collapsed into the snow.

Behind him, a trail of blood wound like a dragon.

Each drop of blood contained a faint crimson true intent; falling on the snow, it did not melt but instead blossomed like a red plum.

True Martial Dao has always been about breaking through at the brink of life and death. In today's battle, Ye Zhilong's "Revolution Heaven Mandate" true intent has just begun to take shape; given time, it will surely shock the entire cultivation world.