Chapter 188: Tempest of Divine Fury

Crack! Crack!

Above the heavens, electric serpents slither as fierce winds howl!

Though separated by an unseen force,

the torrential rain, pelting down like a barrage of cannon fire, exploded in a symphony of shattering sounds in everyone’s ears.

Upon the Stone of Listening to Fury, numerous carriages stood in a rigid formation.

The floodmarked steeds, descended from dragon blood, were restless and agitated, yet dared not move too much, only stamping their hooves in place.

Many present fell into silence, lost in thought.

After all, the brief glimpse of the Temple Spirit Resonance had shaken many to their core.

It had taken many by surprise.

Among the cultivators visiting Jin Guang Mansion for the spectacle, a palpable sense of dejection settled over them.

Much to disappointment, the highly-esteemed prodigy Li Nuǎnxi of Jin Guang Mansion had performed rather poorly in this Temple Spirit Resonance.

She hadn’t managed to take even a single step towards resonating with the Temple Spirit.

Conversely, Qin Fenghuo of the Qin Family, who was not highly regarded, surged ahead and broke into the top ranks.

For the cultivators of Jin Guang Mansion, this Temple Spirit Resonance, presided over by the Eight-Armed Yulian Furious Third Prince – the mansion’s Temple Spirit – was a matter of honor.

Prodigies and young spirits were expected to manifest an even higher degree of resonance.

It was a contest of prestige.

Both Nan Lihuo and Wang Daoren frowned, clearly shaken by the performance results of XiXi’s Temple Spirit Resonance.

They couldn’t quite understand it.

“But… XiXi’s resonance has been underwhelming. Then how can Qin Fenghuo perform so spectacularly?”

Nan Lihuo’s white hair whipped in the wind as he furrowed his brow, confused.

Something must have happened with XiXi.

After all, her innate talent was undeniable – the prodigious Li Nuǎnxi, blessed with divine heritage.

Yet Qin Fenghuo was merely an exceptional prodigy, not even a true prodigy. How could he dare to chase after such status?

As for Lu Chi and Nan Lihuo, they knew some of the inner workings and refrained from further comment.

“Qin Fenghuo is off somehow.”

Nan Lihuo stated with certainty.

Wang Daoren flicked his Dust Whip and rolled his eyes, “Can’t it simply be that this fellow has an extraordinary resonance?”

“Temple Spirit Resonance… divine innate talent doesn’t explain everything.”

Nan Lihuo shook his head, “Impossible.”

“The Qin Family doesn’t even possess this level of resonance…”

Wang Daoren chuckled, “That’s just prejudice.”

Nan Lihuo’s gaze swept toward the area where the Qin Family’s carriages were parked; there, the carriages sat quietly as a gentle breeze lifted their curtains.

The silhouette of someone seated within one carriage could barely be discerned.

Though something felt off, Nan Lihuo remained unmoved and shifted his gaze back to the misty, surging river.

Even though the thick, eerie mist obscured many prodigies’ figures,

the Bizarre Temple nestled at the river’s heart stood out undeniably.

It was as if nothing in the world could hide the presence of the Bizarre Temple.

“Hoo—”

“Sigh—”

Li Che sat on the carriage’s yoke.

His eyes fluttered subtly, as if a mysterious light flickered within.

In that moment, his mind was immersed in the Cosmic Chessboard.

He observed XiXi through the deployed Feilei Chess Piece, monitoring her state as the eerie mist re-gathered.

Despite her earlier near-zero Temple Spirit Resonance, he felt no worry.

Li Che understood why XiXi hadn’t resonated.

She had staunchly resisted the Temple Spirit’s allure, even defying it outright.

Such defiance could hardly be accompanied by any resonance.

Yet, it might simply be a missed opportunity.

Sometimes, resonating with the Temple Spirit requires just the right emotion, action, or stance.

So Li Che remained unconcerned.

Besides…

Even if there were no resonance, what did it matter?

After all, XiXi still concealed one of the Four-Yu Divine Weapons within her arm – the Purple-Flame Serpent Spear Fire-Tipped Spear.

Thus, lacking Temple Spirit Resonance wouldn’t significantly affect her.

Deeply engaged in the Cosmic Chessboard, the interwoven scene unfolded before him.

He saw XiXi moving a block of brick.

A single gold brick.

“This gold brick…”

Li Che’s heart stirred slightly.

Due to the distance, his Star Plucking Gaze couldn’t analyze the brick’s composition.

Yet, without a doubt, this contraption… was surely one of the Third Prince’s divine weapon sets, and its might was formidable!

He watched as the Purple-Flame Serpent Spear Fire-Tipped Spear obediently unleashed flames, assisting XiXi in burning the gold brick as she moved it.

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

It seemed the Purple-Flame Spear hadn’t been trained in vain.

It had indeed grown wiser.

It now knew how to benefit its wielder.

After all, a weapon left untended for three days might as well fall apart.

A little whipping makes the Fire-Tipped Spear mature and obedient.

Had it remained the unruly spear from when it first entered XiXi’s arm, though it recognized her as its master, it would have shown no resolute attitude when faced with this precious gold brick.

And so, Li Che was pleased with the spear’s performance.

But soon his eyes grew sharp.

He had caught sight of Ji Haihui’s arrival…

Clutching a jet-black Divine Sword that exuded a menacing aura, its very presence sent shivers down one’s soul as it emerged from the eerie mist.

Li Che’s expression instantly turned icy.

Just by its stance, he could tell what Ji Haihui intended.

And Li Che could already guess what this Third Prince meant to test in XiXi.

“This isn’t merely a test for XiXi…”

“It’s a trial for me as a father.”

Li Che remained calm, his expression unflinching.

For deep in his heart, he had known the answer from the start.

It was his daughter.

His cherished child!

How could a father ever allow his daughter to be unprotected and be driven into the abyss?

Great causes and righteousness meant nothing to Li Che.

He was just an ordinary father who only wished to shield his daughter from harm.

After all, had his daughter done anything wrong?

XiXi might be fond of brawling and setting off fireworks, but as a prodigy her intellect was advanced, making her smarter than other kids.

Yet, she was playful and gluttonous…

But she understood right from wrong and maintained a clear sense of priorities.

She could think and empathize…

So even if XiXi did err, there would be reasons, and as her father, all Li Che needed was unwavering faith to protect her.

XiXi was not like the Third Prince.

Li Che, unlike even the Heavenly King,

flickered his eyes open and watched as XiXi defeated Ji Haihui, pummeling him with gold bricks – blood splattered and curses of unbridled arrogance filling the air as he vowed to kill her entire family.

Li Che suddenly smiled.

He had clearly heard the Third Prince’s attempt to seduce XiXi with the Temple Spirit’s allure.

It was the insidious erosion of divine power.

The Third Prince’s Temple Spirit sought to corrupt XiXi in this very manner.

Watching XiXi, tears streaming down her face, torn between anger and worry for her parents,

Li Che’s heart ached.

“My daughter doesn’t need to be dismembered,”

he murmured softly.

“No matter her mistakes, any great cause must be set aside for the sake of the greater good.”

“As her father, I will stand in her way.”

Li Che whispered,

“Dad’s here.”

“I promised I would always protect you.”

“We even pinky-promise-ed.”

…

…

“Daddy!”

Tears still glistened at the corner of XiXi’s eyes as she gripped both the Fire-Tipped Spear and the gold brick; suddenly, excitement surged within her.

Her eyes brightened as she listened to her father’s words.

Her heart, once deflated, now swelled with joy!

Daddy is here!

Daddy has always been by her side!

With newfound confidence, XiXi lifted her chin, her eyes sparkling with light.

She no longer felt trapped by sorrow and pain.

She stopped crying because Daddy had promised that anyone who hurt her would face equal retribution.

Whoever tried to kill her would be slain by her!

XiXi wouldn’t bear any injustice!

Boom!

In that instant, her spirit ignited with unbridled fervor, as if set aflame from within.

Her gaze locked onto the grotesque form of Ji Haihui, whose will was utterly dominated by his Dragon God bloodline.

“You little maid!”

“I’ll kill you!”

XiXi’s anger surged; at that moment, she only desired to obliterate Ji Haihui!

That insignificant maid had threatened her and the lives of her parents. Before, she might have hesitated, but now, with Daddy here,

Daddy had given her free rein to strike.

XiXi trusted her father!

So…

she would kill him!

Thud––!

In that moment, XiXi’s spirit soared, and a swirling maelstrom of eerie mist erupted beneath her.

A dazzling brilliance ignited around her, transforming her into a miniature sun!

The Fire-Tipped Spear howled as purple flames coiled around her, like a flowing ribbon, encircling her entirely.

In the distance!

Ji Haihui’s eyes turned blood-red; his skin appeared to sprout fine scales as his features contorted into a monstrous visage, fangs emerging and his back bulging like a fish’s fin, threatening to tear flesh apart!

A deep, muted rumble emanated from his body as bones and muscles clashed in a perverse symphony!

In that moment, Ji Haihui had fully entered his Dragon God state, his aura surging past the realms of Xuan and Divine Meridians to reach a grandmaster level!

Buzzz––!!!

Instantly, his eyes transformed into a clear purple, with splashes of golden light swirling like shattered droplets of ink, distorting into three petal-like shapes within the purple orbs.

“Die––!!!”

Letting go of all restraint, Ji Haihui, now completely possessed by his Dragon God blood, let loose a chilling roar.

A torrent of power burst forth, the divine aura and blood rushing over his body like crashing waves against a river!

Whoosh––!

Like a creature with all fours, he sprinted with astonishing speed!

With a flick of his dragon-like tail, Ji Haihui vanished from sight!

When he reappeared, a tremendous force seemed to leap out, his clawed, purple-scaled dragon hand slamming through the air, shattering it as if a host of dragons were dancing!

The sudden burst of power tore apart the surrounding eerie mist!

Roar, roar, roar!

The dragon’s cry resounded all around as the mist dispersed, and from the churning river below, one could almost see the silhouette of a dragon!

Oppressive, suffocating, terrifying!

It was pure, surging Dragon God might – tangible and explosive with every swipe of its claw!

Ji Haihui’s body even began to contort unnaturally, a sign that his mortal form couldn’t bear the rampant power of his Dragon God bloodline!

Yet…

XiXi showed no fear or despair!

The gold brick in her hand was forcefully hurled toward Ji Haihui’s sprawling claw!

Boom—rumble!

The collision was instantaneous!

One could hardly imagine that this duel was waged by a mere four- or five-year-old child!

It was far more violent than the skirmishes of ordinary grandmasters!

In an instant, the wild wind trembled like a pulled rug, undulating and surging like waves!

Three zhang, five zhang, ten zhang!

Around them, the collision sent eerie mist soaring upward like an inverted mushroom cloud, reaching several zhang high!

“Li Nuǎnxi––!!!”

“Die!”

A hoarse roar burst from the contorted lips of Ji Haihui!

His murderous intent was so intense it seemed fused with his very being!

Kill, kill, kill!

The impact of dragon claws and gold bricks shattered instantly, yet Ji Haihui appeared numb to the pain!

With one sweep of his tail, his claw, as sharp as a divine whip, lashed directly toward XiXi’s head!

Smack, smack, smack!

The sonic booms echoed continuously, fracturing streams of air into explosive bursts!

In response, XiXi’s Purple-Flame Serpent Spear suddenly pierced out in a rapid thrust!

Li Che had long taught XiXi his spear techniques, refining his insights on spear art and passing them on!

After all, ever since the Purple-Flame Spear took up residence in XiXi’s arm, Li Che knew she was inseparable from spear techniques!

The Li Clan’s Eight-Strike Bone Shattering Spear had already been refined by Li Che into a supreme martial art, and XiXi wielded it at least at a master level!

The spear’s tip exhaled tongues of fire, ferociously lashing at the dragon tail!

In an instant, the dragon tail exploded!

It shattered completely at the touch!

The Purple-Flame Serpent Spear Fire-Tipped Spear, one of the Four-Yu Divine Weapons, might still be beyond XiXi’s mastery, but its might was undeniably impressive!

Moreover, thanks to Li Che’s training, the spear could even unleash bursts of power!

Though Ji Haihui’s Dragon God bloodline granted him a looming illusion of power and even dragon-scale armor, against XiXi’s Fire-Tipped Spear, it was utterly fragile!

After two futile strikes, Ji Haihui’s Three-Petal Dragon God Gaze spun as his limbs pounded the ground, his body whirling violently as he clenched his fist and, leveraging his momentum, delivered a crushing blow!

It was as if ten thousand dragon shadows entwined upon his arm!

In a fully unleashed Dragon God state, Ji Haihui executed the Martial Saint Technique – Wanlong Fushen!

It was truly terrifying in its might!

But XiXi possessed the Four-Yu Divine Weapons!

Her long spear blocked horizontally, clashing against the erupting fist, causing her entire body to tremble!

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

Ji Haihui appeared frenzied, swinging his fists wildly as if animated by a legion of dragon shadows, his blows ceaseless!

Even XiXi, at that moment, was forced to brace herself, only able to counter with her spear in a desperate defense!

Clang, clang, clang––

The sounds of collision rang like clashing iron; as Ji Haihui’s dragon tail reformed, it lashed down once more!

Overwhelmed by the Dragon God might, Ji Haihui unleashed his wild, unbridled force!

His body, brimming with blood and divine energy, throbbed like a monstrous demon!

In terms of cultivation, Ji Haihui was already stronger than XiXi, and with the Dragon God’s power, he was nearly unstoppable!

Though XiXi wielded the Four-Yu Divine Weapons, her own strength was insufficient to maximize their potential!

In anger, XiXi’s Purple-Flame Serpent Spear seemed to sense her fury!

Its transformed fire serpent surged violently, hissing as it threatened to erupt!

That silent hiss seemed on the verge of exploding!

The next moment…

Countless clouds of smoke tore apart!

Accompanied by the clatter of chains colliding!

Soon, a golden wheel spun briskly, scattering endless flames in all directions!

It was as if a phoenix, ensnared by unyielding chains, spread its wings in response to the fire serpent’s call.

The eerie mist was rent asunder!

The screech of a phoenix shattered the air!

In an instant, it shot forth from the endless mist!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh––

Ji Haihui, in the midst of his frenzied punches, was suddenly swept aside, crashing horizontally!

The golden wheel!

Blazing with fire, the rotating golden wheel!

In its second iteration – the Yulian Fenghuo Jingguang Wheel!

Rumble, rumble!

XiXi, wielding the Fire-Tipped Spear, stepped atop a golden wheel.

In an instant, she vanished like a flash from her original spot.

Her speed may not have been blinding, but it definitively widened the gap between them.

Catching her breath, XiXi gathered up the gold brick before clenching a massive pink mechanical contraption in her hand!

It was none other than her personal… XiXi-exclusive Xian Gong Fire God Gatling Cannon!

Having distanced herself, XiXi wobbled slightly atop the Fenghuo Jingguang Wheel; although flying wasn’t her forte,

in that very moment, her eyes began to blaze with brilliance.

Ji Haihui… possessed the blood of both Dragon God and Martial Saint.

XiXi, lacking that, had no choice but to rely on her divine weapons and mechanisms!

Bang, bang, bang!

The six Fire God Angry Flood Dragon Cannon barrels suddenly heated up, radiating dazzling pink brilliance.

They then belched out roaring blue light!

Under rapid rotation, a terrifying cannonball exploded in an instant!

After fully unleashing his Dragon God blood, Ji Haihui’s speed skyrocketed, but…

Thanks to the aid of her Fire-Tipped Spear, XiXi managed to summon a second golden wheel – albeit a single one, but once accustomed, its flight speed was no slouch!

Thud––!!!

An explosion erupted!

Thick smoke billowed as a terrifying shockwave swept over!

A muffled groan sounded!

Ji Haihui’s dragon-scaled body was instantly blasted, blood spurting as he was violently hurled away by the overwhelming force.

Rat-a-tat-tat––

Then, XiXi, standing atop her single wheel, launched a furious assault upon him!

Blue light erupted!

Fire tongues swirled furiously!

A barrage of Snow Avalanche Muduya surged forth, engulfing Ji Haihui!

Explosive, dazzling fireworks erupted around her!

Divine energy raged as Ji Haihui’s agonized screams filled the air!

After over a hundred powerful strikes, XiXi finally paused her Fire God Cannon assault, her face turning slightly pale.

She panted heavily, sweat beading on her cheeks.

So exhausting…

yet releasing these fireworks was so exhilarating!

Her excitement only grew.

She found herself increasingly fond of setting off fireworks!

Amid the swirling eerie mist, the will of the Third Prince’s Temple Spirit appeared to have fallen silent.

Perhaps, it hadn’t anticipated that XiXi would defeat Ji Haihui, fueled by his awakened Dragon God blood.

It waited for XiXi to tire, then attempt to seduce her once more into accepting its power.

As smoke and dust churned, a gust of wind suddenly burst forth from the mist,

tearing through the smoke to reveal Ji Haihui’s mangled, blood-soaked form.

His Dragon God aura… had been shattered by XiXi’s relentless assault.

Ji Haihui collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently.

His eyes had completely lost their luster.

He had been defeated.

Despite giving his all, he lost – even surrendering himself entirely to his Dragon God bloodline.

He was beaten.

Ji Haihui’s face twisted in agony.

He slowly sat up, glaring fiercely at XiXi.

“Li Nuǎnxi…”

“You dare not kill me, do you?”

But then––

Blistering flames roared fiercely.

Barefoot, XiXi stood tall on her single wheel, eyeing Ji Haihui from above!

In the blink of an eye, as Ji Haihui’s eyes shrank in dread,

XiXi’s Fire-Tipped Spear plunged downward with explosive force!

Sputter!

Ji Haihui’s brow was instantly pierced by XiXi’s thrust!

It was as if time itself froze for a moment.

Ji Haihui was rendered dumbfounded.

The stabbing pain in his brow, the rapid disintegration of his consciousness, and the stripping away of his life force…

finally brought him back to clarity.

He broke free of the Temple Spirit’s corruption, his body trembling uncontrollably.

But there was no time left for life.

Darkness swallowed his entire being.

He…

was dead.

…

…

The fierce wind howled.

In the area of the City Lord’s Residence,

the luxurious carriages sat quietly.

Inside the carriage, Su Huai Li and Divine Guardian sat in silent composure.

Suddenly, the body of Divine Guardian, cloaked in darkness, began to tremble violently.

Su Huai Li too seemed deeply troubled; his face turned deathly pale in an instant.

“No… no…”

“It can’t be…”

“How is this possible?!”

A low growl escaped Su Huai Li as he raced out of the carriage.

But Divine Guardian was even faster!

Boom––!!!

The overwhelming aura of Divine Practitioner surged out of the carriage; a Divine Essence Golden Pill emerged, radiant as the midday sun!

“Little Prince––!!!”

A shrill, anguished roar!

Divine Guardian howled continuously.

In an instant, Wang Daoren and Lu Yao, both Divine Practitioners, erupted their auras.

Zhu Chaoyang of the Temple Guardian Division surged upward, tearing through the clouds, his imposing figure enveloped by swirling divine auras.

“Divine Guardian! What do you intend to do?!”

Zhu Chaoyang barked coldly.

Lu Yao and Wang Kuyu, two more Divine Practitioners, pressed in.

Their combined auras completely suppressed Divine Guardian’s energy.

But outside on the Stone of Listening to Fury, the storm of wind and rain escalated into a precarious standoff!

Everyone present found it nearly impossible to breathe.

This was a clash at the Divine Practitioner level!

Su Huai Li also dashed out of the carriage, staring at the roiling mist over the Jiulong River, his body trembling as a chill arose in his eyes.

“He’s dead…”

“The Little Prince is dead!”

“Someone has killed the Little Prince!”

Divine Guardian’s roar crashed like thunder onto the cliff,

shocking all the powerful figures from every faction into disarray – hair standing on end, faces ashen, terror stricken.

What?

The son of King Ping Luan, Ji Mo Li…

was dead?!

…

…

Boom––!!!

The Fire-Tipped Spear, which had pierced through Ji Haihui’s brow, suddenly unleashed a surge of purple flames that twisted into a frenzied, avaricious giant purple serpent, devouring every trace of divine aura that clung to him.

Sputter!

XiXi withdrew the Fire-Tipped Spear; its tip still dripped with glistening blood beads.

XiXi panted heavily,

her eyes momentarily dazed as her small hand trembled uncontrollably on the spear.

XiXi… had killed someone.

It was the first time she had taken a life with her own hands, and she was bewildered. Fortunately, Master Niu Niu had taught her well.

Thus, she remained relatively calm, though inner turmoil churned within.

In her shock, she even forgot to collect Ji Haihui’s Qian Kun Jade.

But kill or not, XiXi had done what she had to!

Boom, boom, boom––!!!

And in the very moment Ji Haihui died,

a sudden, violent surge of energy erupted from his corpse amid the eerie mist!

Two terrifying auras ascended!

One took the form of a towering, robust figure – as majestic and formidable as a mountain.

The other manifested as a sinuous divine dragon, accompanied by cascading water rushing forth in torrents!

“Roar––!!!”

“My son!!!”

A bloodcurdling, agonized roar burst from the divine dragon’s mouth!

An oppressive force spread like a shroud; even XiXi, hoisted on a golden wheel, seemed to sway helplessly amid the storm, unable to support her own body.

The golden wheel merged into the very soles of XiXi’s feet.

She landed atop the eerie mist.

Yet, the surrounding mist roared like tumultuous waves!

Little XiXi, so minuscule in that overwhelming moment, appeared as nothing more than a speck of dust.

Enormous golden silhouettes and the colossal divine dragon’s phantom imposed a crushing presence upon her,

threatening to force her to her knees.

“Hahaha… The show has just begun!”

“Dare to curse me!”

“Let’s see if you have the courage to come forward!”

“You won’t dare – for if you do, you’re as good as dead!”

“Everyone must perish, unless XiXi dismembers herself to absolve our fates and silence the wrath!”

“Otherwise, all will die!”

From within the Bizarre Temple came the mischievous laughter of a delinquent.

And from the corpse of Ji Haihui, a towering, mountain-like silhouette emerged, its five fingers clenching tightly – causing the supposedly dormant Yulian Yin Divine Sword to tremble.

Though it struggled against resistance…

it shot forth, seized firmly by that massive figure.

In an instant, the aura nearly condensed into something tangible.

“Ji Mo Li!”

“My son is dead!”

“Are you satisfied now?”

“I want her dead! Otherwise, the entire Jingguang City will be my funeral pyre!”

The dragon phantom roared.

A towering, illusory golden figure gripped the Yin Divine Sword, ignoring the crazed divine dragon phantom.

Its eyes opened and closed, then it descended heavily upon XiXi.

Cold, ruthless, and devoid of emotion.

“Dismember yourself.”

A dispassionate voice rang out.

He tossed aside the Yin Divine Sword.

Only if XiXi were to use the Yin Divine Sword to dismember and atone –

to complete the maximum degree of Temple Spirit Resonance and receive the Temple Spirit’s bequest –

would that divine power and inheritance transfer into the Yin Divine Sword and be absorbed, becoming hers.

Thus, Ji Haihui’s mission to the Four-Yu Bizarre Temple of Jin Guang Mansion had been fully accomplished.

To him, it was as if he had lost a son – nothing more.

All of it had been merely a pawn for his purposes.

He knew that any son with Dragon God blood entering the Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple would never leave alive.

Yet, he still dispatched Ji Haihui.

Buzzz, buzzzz––

The discarded Yulian Yin Divine Sword slowly drifted before XiXi.

A majestic, imposing figure that regarded her coolly.

“Take up the sword and end it yourself.”

“Dismember and atone.”

“Redemption.”

The command rang with undeniable authority.

Little XiXi, as small as she was, struggled amidst the barrage of wind and rain.

Her eyes blazed with defiance.

And…

XiXi refused to dismember herself!

She had done nothing wrong!

What crime had she committed?!

The little girl, with her tiny red top clinging tightly to her small belly, stood resiliently amid the raging storm, her fists clenched and eyes fixed in determination.

Suddenly, the overwhelming pressure, as if the entire sea had capsized, vanished without a trace.

XiXi stood stunned.

She looked up and saw a familiar, broad back appear before her,

blocking all the oppressive forces and the tempest.

A flowing dark robe whipped in the air, lashing out with explosive force.

Li Che maintained his grip on a chess piece.

He appeared calmly before XiXi,

a steadfast barrier in her path.

A wall as unyielding as a fortress,

blocking the wind, halting the thunder.

Fulfilling a father’s promise to his daughter.

“Daddy!”

XiXi softly called.

“I’m here.”

Li Che reached out and affectionately ruffled the little girl’s head.

“Daddy’s here.”

Amidst XiXi’s beaming, admiring smile,

Li Che slowly turned and reached out to grasp…

the Yin Divine Sword delivered by the Martial Saint phantom – the very sword meant for XiXi’s self-punishment.

“The sword is fine.”

Li Che remarked appreciatively.

A subtle twitch at his brow indicated movement.

Within his chest,

the 【Chess Sage】 Dao Fruit, now at LV4,

beat with a sudden, forceful thump.

Without hesitation, Li Che absorbed the Four-Yu Divine Weapon into the Cosmic Chessboard.

“The sword is fine.”

It bears the Li name.

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