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Su Yi’s words cut into the black-robed man like knives.
The most infuriating and humiliating part was that Su Yi was using his own words against him. This was so humiliating that he felt as if his lungs were about to explode.
When he’d manipulated the power of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness in the past, he could easily make even Emperors give in to despair. When had he ever been trampled like this?
The distant onlookers’ expressions turned a bit strange. When they heard Su Yi ridicule the man in black, they felt the urge to laugh, but they didn’t dare. Holding it in was rather unpleasant.
It was true: when a phoenix lost its feathers, it was no better than a chicken!
Of course, no one dared look down on the man in black.
He was unlucky to have bumped into Su Yi. Were the others here to face him, it was unlikely that any of them would survive!
“Young man, a moment’s glory might be wonderful, but don’t let it go to your head!” The man in black took a deep breath and said coldly, “I
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He’d only just said this when he saw that Su Yi was about to attack. His heart quivered, and he shouted, “Enough! Try anything else, and this woman is doomed!”
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves.
A graceful figure staggered into view, only for the man to seize her by her snow-white throat.
Su Yi’s brow furrowed slightly.
The captive was a young woman in a simple dress. She had bright eyes, pearly teeth, and willowy eyebrows. Her beauty transcended the mundane.
However, her complexion was pallid and transparent, and her eyes were tightly shut. Her presence was pitifully weak, and it looked as if she were barely clinging to life.
A’Cang!
The Xiantian Ice Soul Spirit born of the Origins of the Azure!
“I wouldn’t have thought even someone as arrogant as you would resort to such despicable behavior,” Su Yi said coolly.
There was a disturbance amongst the distant onlookers. They too hadn’t expected that the man in black would pull something like this now that he’d been thoroughly suppressed!
The man in black said disdainfully, “The victor becomes a king, the loser, a bandit. Staying alive comes first. Without it, why even discuss whether something is ‘despicable’ or not?”
With a hostage in hand, he was obviously fearless.
Su Yi said directly, “Let her go, and I’ll leave you a path to life.”
The man in black threw back his head and laughed. “You dare act tough even now, you little punk? Don’t tell me you really won’t care if I kill her?”
As he spoke, he swept his finger across A’Cang’s left arm, leaving a bloody gash. When shining golden blood spurted from the wound, the man in black opened his mouth and devoured it.
“This woman’s fresh blood contains the power of Ice Soul Blood Gold. It’s a first-rate divine medicine; they say it can even bring back the dead. It has innumerable miraculous applications, and it can heal my wounds.” The man in black licked his lips, looking intoxicated.
His appearance and demeanor were frenzied to the extreme.
Su Yi’s expression didn’t so much as waver. However, his gaze was increasingly distant, inscrutable, and indifferent.
Those familiar with him knew what this meant: his opponent had already provoked his murderous intent.
“Haha, why aren’t you saying anything? Are you pretending to be calm? Or are you at a complete loss?” laughed the man in black.
It seemed he wanted to vent his rage at how Su Yi had trampled him earlier. His expression was full of mockery and disdain. “Aren’t you supposed to be quite capable, little guy? If you didn’t care about this woman’s life, why would you be standing there like an idiot, too afraid to move?”
But it also seemed he was afraid of completely provoking Su Yi, as he sharply changed tacks. “How about this? Hand over the Seed of the Azure, and I’ll let her go right now. If you refuse, she’ll die beyond a shadow of a doubt.”
The atmosphere was instantly tense and stifled.
The distant onlookers’ hearts were on tenterhooks, and they watched with bated breath.
Su Yi looked at A’Cang. She was heavily wounded, and her eyes were still tightly shut. She’d yet to regain consciousness.
It was A’Cang who’d first given him the Seed of the Azure. How could he possibly just watch her die?
Suddenly, the man in black laughed coldly. “You’d best behave yourself. If you try anything, she’ll only die faster.”
Su Yi fixed his gaze on the man in black and said flatly, “Originally, I was rather interested in your origins, and I gave you an opportunity. Alas, you didn’t treasure it. Did you know? There’s nothing I hate more than others threatening me like this.”
He spoke without the slightest ripple of emotion.
The man in black suddenly sensed something. His expression shifted, and he instinctively dodged.
However, he was one step too late.
Obscure light suddenly shone deep within Su Yi’s profound, distant gaze. He could vaguely see a hovering, mysterious sword wrapped with nine layers of divine chains.
The man in black felt his mind buzz, and he saw stars. It was as if a boundlessly terrifying sharp edge were tearing his sea of consciousness apart. The pain was indescribable!
“Bastard! If I die, she’ll die too!” bellowed the man in black.
He burst with monstrous dark flames, and he was about to tighten his grip on A’Cang's neck.
Boom!
Within his sea of consciousness, his soul popped like a soap bubble, unable to withstand the aura of that terrifying, mysterious sword.
The dark flames blazing around the man in black instantly extinguished. The hand holding A’Cang’s throat trembled, then went limp, relaxing its grip.
His eyes widened, and he stared in disbelief at Su Yi. His lips trembled, but in the end, he didn’t manage so much as a single word before he toppled over backward.
The jailer who’d lain dormant deep within Meteor Abyss for countless years fell onto his back, his corpse disintegrating into fine gray ash and scattering with the wind.
The distant onlookers were utterly astonished. Bewilderment was written all over their faces.
They couldn’t even tell what Su Yi had done, yet the man in black had dropped dead!
His death was unquestionably far too strange!
Su Yi’s complexion was as white as a sheet of paper, and his expression filled with irrepressible exhaustion.
Earlier, when he slew the sixty-three Spiritual Revolution cultivators of the seven allied factions, he had to use the Sword of the Nine Hells’ aura to counter those Imperial treasures.
Similarly, he’d used it while fighting the man in black.
This was enormously draining for both his soul and his cultivation base.
Now, in order to save A’Cang, he called upon the sword’s aura once more, heedless of the consequences, killing the man in black in a single blow. However, this meant Su Yi’s cultivation base was almost fully depleted.
This was his first time pushing himself so hard since he’d reincarnated.
But when he saw that A’Cang was safe, Su Yi had no regrets.
He hadn’t squeezed any useful information out of the jailer, but that didn’t matter either.
After all, the man in black wasn’t the only jailer out there.
Su Yi dared say with certainty that sooner or later, he’d encounter other jailers of the “Will of Heaven Sect”!
He let out a breath of turbid air, then bent over and picked A’Cang up. After a cursory examination, he discovered that the jailer had just used a secret technique to seal her soul and cultivation base, and he instantly relaxed.
“Time to go.” Su Yi looked up at the sky, put A’Cang on his back, and prepared to leave.
However, before he got far, he noticed a palm-sized medallion lying where the man in black had died.
Su Yi reached for it from afar and put it away without so much as pausing to examine it.
Then, he continued on his way.
Beneath murky skies, a young man walked between heaven and earth, a young woman on his back, passing through a withered, shattered landscape riddled with scars.
The distant onlookers watched as he gradually faded from view, their hearts churning, but none dared stop him.
Even though many of them guessed that Su Yi had already exhausted his cultivation base, none dared attack.
This was a prestige earned with blood!
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Besides, no one dared say with certainty that Su Yi was too worn out to fight.
Some time later.
The stifled, silent landscape boiled over, like a pot blowing its lid.
The long-accumulated astonishment suppressed deep within the onlookers’ hearts finally found release. A wave of voices filled the air, filling the heavens.
“Banished Immortal Su isn’t at all afraid of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness!!”
“How terrifying of an existence was that man in black? He dared disregard even Emperors! Yet in the end, His Excellency Su Yi nonetheless cut him down!”
“How exactly do you think Banished Immortal Su killed him?”



This clamor of voices filled the air for a long time.
Much of the formerly towering Starpluck Mountain had collapsed. Only the base remained, looking rather lonely as it stood there.
The ground around the mountain was littered with corpses, the area was scattered with pools of blood.
The earth was covered in scars, and the stench of blood permeated the air.
All of this seemed to silently proclaim just how terrifying that unprecedented battle was.
“After this battle, Su Yi has effectively become a god among men!” Some of the older-generation cultivators sighed.
“After today, the Radiant Epoch’s balance of power will change irrevocably! Going forward, Su Yi shall stand above all the world’s factions!”
“I imagine
 immortals from the heavens must resemble His Excellency Su Yi?”
“I just wonder whether anyone in this world is capable of fighting Banished Immortal Su.”
When Dongguo Feng heard these conversations and took in the excitement on the onlookers’ faces, he sighed to himself. What fortune, to have such an enemy! And what misfortune

Su Yi’s strength had granted Dongguo Feng a glimpse of a new path, one above the Spirit Dao!
But at the same time, he felt the helplessness of being left in his enemy’s dust.
This was why he felt both fortunate and unfortunate.
Shen Suiyun looked despondent, and his heart filled with bitterness.
The day of his duel with Su Yi was imminent, but he was already certain: if they fought, he was sure to lose. He had no hope of victory whatsoever!
The Bluecloud Tower Master, Fu Qingyun, took out a jade slip, then used his divine sense as a carving knife. He engraved at top speeds:
“On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, Su Yi came to the Glittering Ghost Domain on his own for a promised battle. Alone save for his sword, he cut through the Heavenly Demon Heaven-Slaughtering Formation, the Nine Extremes World-Suppressing Formation

“...Sixty-three Spiritual Revolution cultivators and one hundred and eight Spiritual Incarnation cultivators of the seven allied factions participated in this battle. Not one survived. No such battle has occurred throughout recorded history.
“A mysterious jailer appeared once more, and the power of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness re-entered the world. Who could have anticipated the result? A jailer mighty enough to strike fear into the hearts of Emperors fell beneath Su Yi’s sword
”
Every word flashed with the light of the Dao. One line after another appeared on the jade slip at top speeds.
When he finished recording today’s events, Fu Qingyun paused, pondered, then added his own thoughts: “Throughout the past thirty thousand years, no battle of such splendor ever occurred. In the thirty thousand years to come, the power Su Yi displayed today will be sufficient to quell all challengers!
“This is what a ‘banished immortal’ ought to be like!”
As he finished writing, Fu Qingyun’s heart coursed with emotion. He laughed, then left.
As a witness of the Annals of Red Dust, wasn’t today’s battle the most wondrous of additions to his path of cultivation?