“Is that so?”
Bei Chen Yong slowly rose, his face as cold as a frozen lake. His voice seemed to echo from the depths of the Nine Underworlds, devoid of any emotion, as cold as the grave.
He stood, hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Bei Chenheng with an air of supreme authority.
“My son, you should understand that everything you have today was granted by me...”
“What I give you, that is yours; what I do not give, you cannot take!”
Boom!
As his voice fell, the heavens and earth quaked violently, with lightning flashing and thunder crashing. The entire palace area, extending over a thousand meters, was transformed into a sea of thunder, streaks of lightning racing across the sky.
Bei Chen Yong stood amidst this thunderous chaos, like a god of lightning incarnate.
Unapproachable.
Uncontrollable.
“You've crossed a line today,” he said, his voice laced with fury. “It's time for me to take back all that I have granted you!”
“When did Father Emperor ever have a bottom line?”
Bei Chenheng sneered lightly, his lips curling with disdain. “What you granted me is no longer yours to take back. Today, I will return everything to you!”
“You are courting death!”
Bei Chen Yong's eyes turned cold, and his voice trembled with rage.
How many years had it been?
Thousands of years had passed, and no one had dared to speak to him like this in centuries.
The last person who dared to speak this way was his sixth son.
“Anyone who provokes me will never see the light of day again, not even my own son!” he roared.
“I would like to give it a try.”
Bei Chenheng smiled lightly.
Buzz!
A low hum filled the air.
Within the palace, Bei Chenheng's aura reversed. A vast torrent of true essence began to spread outward from him, and his energy rapidly receded.
Saint Lord realm!
Heavenly Phenomenon realm!
Heavenly Transformation realm!
...
“You dare?!”
Bei Chen Yong's voice cracked with fury. His ancient face twisted as he howled, his white hair flying wildly, the rage emanating from him like a ferocious beast. His murderous aura swept across the sky.
He leaped down from the steps, his form charging toward Bei Chenheng in an attempt to stop him.
He had never anticipated that Bei Chenheng would choose to cripple his cultivation!
If Bei Chenheng lost his powers, then what would become of him?
Right now, he was on the verge of reaching the Saint realm, just one step away. If he could absorb Bei Chenheng's powers, he would have an 80% chance of becoming a Saint!
Eighty percent!
That was almost a guarantee of success!
But now, Bei Chenheng was about to ruin all of that. Not only would he render Bei Chenheng a cripple, but his own chances of becoming a Saint would vanish entirely.
And with his body aging rapidly, even with the best life-extending elixirs, he couldn't hold out much longer. He had no time to find another genius and cultivate them to the Saint Lord level—after all, geniuses were incredibly rare.
Bei Chenheng alone had taken over a thousand years to cultivate!
The resources and effort spent were incalculable.
Now, Bei Chenheng's action would shatter a thousand years of plans in an instant, and drag him down with him to destruction!
Boom!
The last trace of energy dissipated.
Bei Chenheng transformed from a middle-aged man into an old man, his hair turned white, his face covered in deep wrinkles. His once proud figure became hunched and trembling, standing there like a withered tree.
Without his cultivation, his life was as fragile as a flickering candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
He appeared even older than Bei Chen Yong.
Having fallen to this state, fully aware that his time was running out, Bei Chenheng still felt no fear. He looked at his enraged father with a faint smile.
“Hehe.”
“Ahhahahaha!!!”
His soft laugh gradually became wild and unrestrained, echoing throughout the palace and the surrounding areas.
“Father Emperor, how does this feel?”
Bei Chenheng said with satisfaction.
Thousands of years of pent-up resentment were finally released in an instant!
Watching one after another of his older brothers fall and disappear, he had finally fulfilled their long-awaited wish!
He had taken the most crucial thing from his father.
The hope of Bei Chen Yong becoming a Saint was now shattered, never to be realized again!
Today, Bei Chenheng had come to make his father watch as that hope slowly slipped away before his very eyes.
No matter what methods he used, there was no turning the tide.
This despair was something that his eight elder brothers, and even Bei Chenheng himself, had once experienced.
Today...
It was time for Father Emperor to experience it as well.
“Foul creature!!!!”
Bei Chen Yong was now utterly mad with rage. His entire body radiated an aura that seemed both godly and demonic. He was like a volcano, erupting with an unstoppable force.
The ground beneath his feet trembled, cracks forming everywhere as the air itself seemed to warp under his fury.
This scene was terrifying beyond belief.
It was enough to send chills down one's spine.
Bei Chen Yong had lost all composure. His eyes were bloodshot, and murderous energy surrounded him. He panted heavily as he faced the son who had ruined his thousand-year plot.
Everything was gone!
And all of this was caused by the son standing before him!
Even though this was his own flesh and blood, his son had severed his chances of ascending to the Saint realm. Now, he was nothing more than a dead enemy, and his soul had to be shattered into nothingness for his anger to be quelled.
“Die!!!”
Bei Chen Yong roared.
His massive hand reached out, and the void seemed to tremble as black thunderbolts rained down from the sky. The energy gathered in his palm, forming a pitch-black spear.
The moment the spear formed, an aura of destruction flooded out, sweeping away everything in its path.
The spear had become the only thing in existence.
Boom!
The spear tore through space, hurtling toward Bei Chenheng with unimaginable force. Before it even reached him, the air itself seemed to become thick and suffocating.
At that moment, the entire space seemed to turn viscous, leaving nowhere to escape. There was no place to hide.
All Bei Chenheng could do was take it head-on!
Given his current state, a mere mortal with no cultivation, how could he possibly survive this attack?
Clearly...
Bei Chen Yong had every intention of killing him.
He wanted to shatter the very bones and soul of his ninth son, reducing him to dust, and extinguishing his anger once and for all.
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