Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

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"Chi!"

The Four Slay-Immortal Swords merged together, emitting a terrifying sharpness, their power far superior to before.

Even though Luo Yu was running on fumes, only able to muster the last bit of his strength, he still managed to successfully pierce through the Seventh Ancestor.

From head to toe, he impaled him clean through.

With the Zhuxian swords separated, Luo Yu smoothly passed through the Seventh Ancestor, reaching the other side of the void, forcibly controlling his body to float in the universe.

The Nine Ancestors were already staring dumbfounded in the distance.

They never imagined that Luo Yu could have such a ghostly method, somehow escaping from the area suppressed by the Ghostly Banner, then bizarrely appearing above the Seventh Ancestor, which was truly horrifying.

He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if Luo Yu had appeared above his head wielding the Godly Sword.

In his imagination, he shuddered.

Lucky for me, wasn't it clever that this youngster stabbed the Ninth Ancestor?

What?

Was that my own flesh and blood, my kin?

At this moment, the Ninth Ancestor only wanted to say one thing: anyone may die, but not me, "pity the companion dying but not the Daoist escaping."

You Ming Sacred Heaven is a plane filled with slaughter; there's no such thing as kinship, only the law of the jungle.

The strong feast on meat, the weak on shit.

Seeing the Seventh Ancestor impaled, he didn't rush to rescue him but instead watched Luo Yu closely, observing his condition.

Pondering whether to flee from here or figure out a way to kill the youngster.

"Cough..."

The Divine Soul of the Seventh Ancestor was covered in sword wounds, forcibly split in two, with the black mist of death desperately trying to cling to the two halves of the soul.

Attempting to gather the soul back together.

But the four distinctly different sword energies crisscrossed, hindering the fusion of his soul.

Moreover, after continuous battles, he was so weakened that he had no energy left to urge the death energy to counteract the sword energy.

"How could this..."

"How could I fall here, I cannot fall in such a place."

With a voice filled with unwillingness, the Seventh Ancestor let out a painful scream, pushing the death energy with all his might, but it still couldn't resist the dissolution of the Divine Soul.

Luo Yu's previous strike was just too domineering, leaving no opportunity for him to survive.

In his dying moments, the Seventh Ancestor turned his gaze to the Ninth Ancestor.

"Old Ninth!"

"Hurry and save me."

"The Rule Power we comprehend comes from the same source; just give me a bit of your Origin Power, and I can be saved. Together we can deal with this boy."

The Seventh Ancestor's plea was useless; the Ninth Ancestor didn't even glance at him. With a wave of his hand, he took control of the main power of the Ghostly Banner and kept his eyes fixed on Luo Yu, watching him intently, ready to strike back at any motion Luo Yu made.

"Old Ninth!"

"What are you doing, Old Ninth? That kid just launched a sneak attack and is at the end of his strength. If you come to rescue me, he wouldn't dare to come."

The fear of death made the Seventh Ancestor's voice frantic as he cried out for help repeatedly.

However, the Ninth Ancestor turned a deaf ear.

"Are you freaking deaf?"

"Are you really going to abandon your brother like this?" the Seventh Ancestor couldn't help but curse.

The Ninth Ancestor's gaze remained unflinching, his voice cold:

"You said that kid is at the end of his strength?"

"How many times has he been at the end of his strength, and which time was it real? Who's to say this time isn't an act?"

"I dare not gamble; moreover, saving you means sharing my Origin Power with you."

"Never mind how it would affect my strength, what's the use of saving you?"

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The Seventh Ancestor said repeatedly,

"If you save me, I can help you fight him together!"

The Ninth Ancestor's eyes narrowed.

"Stop lying. Even if you are saved now, it's just clinging to life. In the end, I'll still be the one facing the enemy alone."

"Sorry, just die in peace. I'll try to find a way to avenge you."

"Old Seven! You!!!" The Seventh Ancestor's Divine Spirit trembled with rage. His body, already split in two and held together only by the breath of death, began to shake violently. The speed at which his Divine Soul Power dissipated increased even faster, like an outgoing tide.

Standing in the void with his sword, Luo Yu was covered in a mist of blood, still bleeding continuously. Where the flesh was missing, vitality surged, countering the breath of death. He coughed twice, his waist bending over like an elderly man in the twilight of his years.

But his gaze remained resolute.

He smiled at the Ninth Ancestor and said, "You can go save him. I no longer have the ability to ambush you."

The Ninth Ancestor scoffed.

"You think I'd believe that?"

Luo Yu said decisively,

"Actually, you should be able to confirm that the probability of me still having the energy to ambush you is very low."

"Then why not save him? It's obviously because of selfishness; no matter how righteous the reason, it's useless."

"You all from You Ming Sacred Heaven really are a bunch without a trace of humanity."

The Ninth Ancestor's Divine Spirit shook as he angrily rebuked, "You're talking nonsense!"

"What's the matter, did I touch a nerve?" Luo Yu said with a smile, "Just now, you two, 'Seventh Brother' and 'Ninth Brother', seemed quite close. Why are you not saving him now?"

The Seventh Ancestor's trembling grew worse, his presence that was once strong in the Ancestral Realm now reduced to that of an insignificant creature.

And it seemed like he could perish at any moment.

Meanwhile, the Ninth Ancestor was grinding his teeth in rage.

Being shameless in his own mind was one thing; being called out for it and having his corpse whipped was quite another, and much harder to bear.

The beings of Soul Land had their mouths agape, numb from shock.

"He can turn the tables in such a situation?"

"Does he still have a trump card?"

"How terrifying must the Alliance Hierarch's enemy be, a bit too frightening."

Xiaowu and Ning Rongrong cried tears of joy, embracing each other in excitement, for they had really thought they were going to lose their loved one for good.

They had even been prepared to die.

But unexpectedly, the man had escaped certain death and even managed to slay one in turn.

In the universe, the Ninth Ancestor suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"I see clearly now."

"You're just buying time, trying to recover as much strength as possible, right?"

Before Luo Yu could respond, the Ninth Ancestor, dragging the Ghostly Banner, teleported next to the Seventh Ancestor. He smiled grimly at Luo Yu and said,

"No need to explain, you can't fool me. I've seen right through you."

The Seventh Ancestor, seeing the Ninth Ancestor coming to his aid, immediately became excited.

"Old Nine! Our brotherhood hasn't been for naught, you really did come to save me."

"After surviving this great disaster, I will surely repay you handsomely in the future. Brother, I will remember your kindness for a lifetime."

"Yes, our bond... How could I possibly let you die?" The Ninth Ancestor replied with a benign smile and then placed his hands on each half of the Seventh Ancestor's dissipating Divine Soul.

Before the Seventh Ancestor could feel relieved, excruciating pain caused him to scream terribly.

"Ah!"

"Old Nine, you... you actually..."

"Hahaha."

The Ninth Ancestor's hands formed whirlpools, rapidly refining the breath of death and the Divine Spirit of the Seventh Ancestor. At that moment, the Seventh Ancestor, already on the brink of death and unprepared, could not resist and could only watch helplessly as all his remaining power was drained away.