Chapter 828: That Move

All of a sudden, the Ominous Lord and the Calamity Lord both went berserk!

They no longer spared the Primordial, nor considered the cost.

The two Primordial Supremes were like two blazing apocalyptic suns, their auras so violent that even the surrounding Space-Time River evaporated into vast vacuum zones!

The Unfortunate Origin and the Calamity Origin burned together, Gray White and dark red intertwining into an unprecedented Primordial storm.

Ignoring everything, they burned the Primordial and surged toward Ye Wuque!

The force of this strike was enough to heavily wound Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen, but they could no longer afford to worry about that.

As long as they could kill Ye Wuque, no matter how terrible the price, it would be worth it!

Yet Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen would never let them, in front of their own eyes, crush the Ye Clan's most dazzling descendant.

These two legendary ancestors of the Ye Clan, immortal legends that had already shaken the Zhutian Wanjie ages ago, at this moment unleashed their most terrifying power!

"Hmph! Want to mess with my Ye Clan's Qilin Child? You're asking for death!!"

Ye Zhetian's beard and hair bristled, his golden Zhetian Primordial burned to the extreme, the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron loomed ahead, transforming into an insurmountable Golden Divine Shield.

His body already bore several bone-deep scars left by the Ominous Lord's Unfortunate End, yet his steps did not retreat a single inch.

Because behind him stood Ye Wuque.

In Ye Beichen's eyes, which usually regarded life and death lightly, the rare smile had completely vanished, replaced by absolute killing intent and resolve.

He coldly shouted, "Heh, striking a junior… you lot are truly despicable to the bone. Still, it fits your long-standing shameless conduct. But—"

His voice suddenly turned cold and sharp as ice.

"If you intend to move Wuque today, you must step over my corpse!!"

At this moment, Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen, these two legendary figures of the Ye Clan, true ancestral beings, stood side by side, stepping forward.

Their stature was no taller than the Ominous Lord and the Calamity Lord, yet in the eyes of all Ye Clan beings and all Zhutian Wanjie beings, their silhouettes towered higher than the entire Nine Heavens Ten Earths.

Ye Zhetian's Heavenly Emperor Cauldron directly met the Ominous Lord's burning Primordial Unfortunate End.

Golden divine radiance clashed wildly with Gray White Ominous Light, each collision leaving fresh scars on him.

A beam of Ominous Light pierced his left shoulder, and his right arm was corroded by Unfortunate Rune, flesh tearing open.

Yet he still stood rigidly in front of Ye Wuque, not moving an inch.

Ye Beichen's Life-Death Sword directly faced the Calamity Lord's burning Primordial Calamity Dao Diagram.

Black‑white sword light and dark‑red calamity twisted together wildly; each attack of the Calamity Lord left a Calamity mark on Ye Beichen.

His left leg began to petrify under Calamity's force, and his back was scorched black by Calamity fire.

But he likewise stood steadfast before Ye Wuque, not retreating an inch.

With Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen's self‑sacrificial guardianship, the Ominous Lord's and Calamity Lord's terrifying onslaught inflicted no real harm on Ye Wuque.

Even the chance to approach Ye Wuque was temporarily gone.

Around Ye Wuque, the breakthrough aura kept rising.

The Four Great Sacred Law Origins roared within him, each rotation making his aura even more mighty.

He was exerting all his strength against that realm's barrier, while all external interference was firmly blocked by the two ancestral founders, Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen, with their flesh and blood.

But the price was brutal.

The wounds on Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen grew ever more terrifying.

The Ominous Lord's attacks, which burned a third of his Primordial, were no joke; each strike could heavily wound a peer half‑step transcendent.

Although the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron blocked the direct impact, the aftershocks still continually affected Ye Zhetian.

His Zhetian Dao body was already covered with Gray White Liewen.

Ominous Power, like maggots in the heel bone, seeped along the cracks into his Dao Foundation, corroding his Zhetian Primordial into countless holes.

The Calamity Lord's Calamity Killing Move was equally terrifying.

Although Ye Beichen used the Life‑Death Dao Rule to cyclically repair his injuries between life and death, Calamity Power shadowed him—just as one wound healed, three new ones appeared.

The three calamities and nine misfortunes of the Calamity Dao Diagram took turns to descend, making his recovery far slower than the injury rate.

Yet they still did not retreat.

Because they needed to protect Ye Wuque.

Those terrifying attacks, those killing moves that would make an ordinary half‑step transcendent shudder, all landed on these two ancestors; not a single iota could pierce their defense to wound Ye Wuque.

This brutal clash of attack and defense lasted an indeterminate length of time.

Amid the Ominous Lord's and Calamity Lord's frenzied assaults, and the life‑risking guardianship of Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen, Ye Wuque sat cross‑legged at the battlefield's center, his breakthrough aura swelling ever more, ever more mighty.

Meanwhile, the wounds on Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen multiplied and grew heavier.

Seeing the prolonged attack fail to break through and unable to hinder Ye Wuque's breakthrough, the Ominous Lord's face suddenly showed a harsh, resolute expression.

His Unfortunate Origin had already burned a third—this was the price he paid when he tried to forcefully breach Ye Zhetian's defense.

Now, after so much more time had passed, his Primordial consumption grew even more severe.

If this stalemate continued, by the time Ye Wuque completed his breakthrough, everything would be too late.

"Could it be… that we really have to use that one move?"

The Ominous Lord's voice was low and hesitant, as if muttering to himself, yet also conversing with the deepest fear in his heart.

He knew an extremely terrifying technique—it was his trump card, a forbidden method that required his complete downfall as the price, a Sacrificial Divine Art.

Once unleashed, both he and his locked target would perish together.

The cost was to sacrifice half‑step transcendent life, essentially a one‑for‑one exchange with Ye Wuque.

Such a price was immensely heavy; after all, he had lived countless ages as a half‑step transcendent, overseeing epochal changes, ruling the Zhutian Wanjie, how could he readily give up his life?

Even in the direst moments, he had never employed that move.

Because he cherished his existence more than anyone else.