It had to be said, Ye Fengxing was truly adept at choosing the right moment.
If his suspicions were correct, there was an informant by Yan Jue’s side.
"Meng Yiren gave you the news."
Amidst the ruins, they stood facing each other, neither willing to yield.
Speaking of Meng Yiren, Ye Fengxing could only feel pity for her.
"She always yearned for freedom, but you deceived her. It's inevitable that she hates you to the bone."
"Heh heh..."
Yan Jue let out a mocking laugh.
"I did deceive her, but didn't you do the same?"
"Even if I turn to dust, you can never give her the freedom she craves. Because her freedom was already traded with a demon for eternal life."
"That demon who made a deal with her, was you."
Yan Jue knew all the secrets.
If not for the cruel truth and Tang Xiaomin's kindness, Meng Yiren would have long ago been unable to bear her life without freedom and disappeared.
It was Tang Xiaomin, unable to bear seeing Meng Yiren trapped in the River of Oblivion, who made her drink its waters to forget everything, allowing her to live peacefully for so many years.
Alas, fate played its cruel hand in the end.
"You thought you truly tricked Meng Yiren? In fact, the moment you approached her, you were played by her."
"The reason she told you my whereabouts was merely to make you come here and be reduced to dust under the lightning tribulation with me."
At this moment, the vortex of dark clouds above the ruins emitted a dull roar, and the lightning flashes became increasingly prominent.
The lightning tribulation was imminent and locked onto Yan Jue above the ruins.
This tribulation was even more massive than the one Ye Fengxing remembered.
Heavenly calamities descended because of individuals defying the heavens.
The greater their power, the greater the tribulation the heavens bestowed upon them.
Clearly, Yan Jue was stronger than Ye Fengxing, thus attracting a greater tribulation.
If Yan Jue could withstand it, it would signify his rightful ascension as the master of the Underworld.
For Ye Fengxing to reclaim everything that belonged to him, he would have to defeat Yan Jue.
Alternatively, if Yan Jue could not withstand the tribulation, all his efforts would be in vain.
Once he understood the situation, Ye Fengxing decided not to act rashly.
"Hmph! If that's the case, then I won't keep you company."
If Yan Jue failed to survive, then he would have achieved his goal effortlessly.
And if Yan Jue did survive, he would be severely weakened by the ordeal of resisting the lightning tribulation.
At that point, when he made his move, everything would become much easier.
Ye Fengxing activated his flight mode, and two plumes of blue flame shot out from the soles of his cool mecha suit, lifting him into the air.
But before he could even fly out of the ruins, Yan Jue, wielding a red longsword, pursued him.
In a flash, Ye Fengxing was once again struck by Yan Jue's heavy sword and sent flying more than ten meters away.
"Since you're here, you're not leaving!"
Yan Jue was determined to keep Ye Fengxing here today.
And from Ye Fengxing's attempt to escape, he had a vague inkling of something.
"You're afraid, aren't you? You know you can't withstand this tribulation, so you want to run?"
"Whether that's true or not, you won't be profiting from my efforts. My woman, the empire I've built, I won't let you have them easily."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jue flashed forward again.
Simultaneously, Ye Fengxing was no less prepared, activating his attack mode.
The machinery on his body shifted rapidly, and countless projectiles shot out from him, all aimed at Yan Jue.
But Yan Jue's speed was even faster than he had anticipated. Not only did he evade the projectiles, but he instantly appeared before Ye Fengxing and struck him with a fierce sword blow against his armor.
Boom!
Ye Fengxing was sent flying again, crashing heavily to the ground.
His mecha suit was supposedly forged from the hardest steel in the world.
Now, it was pierced with a gaping hole by Yan Jue's sword, and his body was inevitably injured, with blood oozing out.
After only a few exchanges, Ye Fengxing was completely at a disadvantage, lying on the ground, panting heavily.
He had underestimated Yan Jue; he was ridiculously powerful.
"Heh."
Yan Jue smiled, his white teeth a rare flash of white against the dark sky.
"I told you, since you've come, you will stay."
"Whether I can withstand it or not, you will be utterly destroyed."
"Before I vanish, I'll tell you one more thing."
"I knew about your collusion with Meng Yiren long ago. The only reason I kept her around to pass messages to you was to lure you here. Then, you would be annihilated by the lightning tribulation and disappear forever."
Cough...
Cough, cough...
Ye Fengxing coughed violently, shocked.
"So... the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
If that were the case, then Yan Jue's schemes were too deep.
In the beginning, they had no prior enmity. Yan Jue had sent a coffin at Old Master Ye's birthday banquet, and their feud was thus irrevocably sealed.
Later, he killed Old Master Ye, Steward Ye, and Ye Die.
Every single act fueled Ye Fengxing's hatred.
With Yan Jue's own power, he couldn't have completely eliminated him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thrown him into the cycle of reincarnation.
But if it were this lightning tribulation, it was a different story.
And he had a premonition that he definitely couldn't withstand it.
Ye Fengxing deeply regretted coming here to confront Yan Jue, but it was too late.
Was this all there was to it?
No.
He would never resign himself to fate.
Even if he couldn't escape and turned to dust, he would definitely drag Yan Jue down with him.
"Yan Jue, what I cannot have, you will not have either."
"Open fire!"
Ye Fengxing issued a command.
Roars echoed from the sky, and countless small dots gradually enlarged.
Numerous fighter jets pierced through the wind and rain, carrying a barrage of artillery fire, aiming ferociously at Yan Jue.
It was less like aiming at Yan Jue, and more like the artillery fire was indiscriminate. Ye Fengxing himself was not spared.
Yan Jue swung his longsword, deflecting only a few blows.
Suddenly, with a deafening explosion, the bombers in the sky began to fall one after another.
Everything happened too quickly.
Only when he saw the frenzied figure did Yan Jue's face change drastically, and his heart leaped into his throat.
"Minmin!"
"Danger!"
How insane was Tang Xiaomin?
She was a one-woman army, wielding a glowing red machete, wildly slashing at the fighter jets Ye Fengxing had dispatched.
The expensive, heavily armored bombers and fighter jets.
Under Tang Xiaomin's machete, they were like cutting through wood. Any aircraft she targeted was doomed to crash.
Tang Xiaomin glanced back at Yan Jue, who stood in the ruins, still visibly shocked.
"What are you waiting for? Attack!"
Yan Jue had no time to think. He quickly rushed forward.
He had only one conviction: no matter what, Tang Xiaomin could not stay by his side.
She had to be made to leave immediately.
With Yan Jue's intervention, the tide of battle instantly turned.
Fighter jets crashed in succession, fires erupted everywhere, and thick smoke billowed.