Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 558

Boom!

Ye Junlin exerted force, and the long sword in his hand unleashed terrifying power.

Hei Jue, heavily suppressed and unable to unleash even half his strength, couldn’t withstand this blow at all. His towering figure flew straight back, generating two massive waves in the sea along the way.

“Ugh,”

The mask on Hei Jue’s face shattered, revealing a pale face drenched in sweat from the pain. Blood seeped to the surface of his skin, and his internal organs felt nearly crushed—it was far from pleasant.

In this situation, most Immortal Emperors would likely lose their fighting capability.

But Hei Jue was different; he was a noble Duke of the Asura Clan, possessing dark purple Asura energy.

At this moment, Hei Jue tapped into his Asura energy to heal his injuries, causing his shattered bones and organs to rapidly mend. His pale complexion improved, and the gaze he directed at the young man became particularly fearful.

“Interesting.”

Ye Junlin’s eyes flickered; he could tell that Hei Jue’s condition was quickly recovering, thanks to that mysterious dark purple gas.

After asking the system, Ye Junlin finally figured out what that substance was.

No wonder the Asura Clan could rise to a supreme race—they were natural-born warriors!

This self-healing ability was on par with the Undying Blood Clan!

Not to mention, it came with a boost to attack power!

How many powerful beings could compete with it at the same level?

“This guy is really strong. If this continues, I’m definitely not his match…”

Sweat trickled down Hei Jue’s face, his eyes constantly shifting.

When Ye Junlin revealed the Immortal Path Crown, he realized clearly that this battle was not on the same level at all!

Unless his Immortal Path Crown matched the opponent’s level, he could ignore the suppressive effects and engage in equal combat.

Too bad, there are no “ifs” in reality!

“Since you have such abilities, why not serve a brighter master? If you are willing to come under the Asura Clan’s banner, you would have a brighter future than wasting time in this backwards Immortal Realm.”

Hei Jue’s brain raced, and he spoke in a deep voice.

“Tsk tsk, so you’ve given up on fighting and decided to try recruiting me instead? Are all you Alien Races this confident?”

Ye Junlin mocked.

He remembered a birdman from the Bright Clan back in the Kunlun Realm—at first, that guy wanted him dead, but when he saw that the plan was falling apart, he started to mouth off about recruiting him.

It was a classic case of threats and persuasion.

Especially this line; the general meaning was pretty much the same.

Upon hearing this, Hei Jue’s face darkened. He tightened his grip on his large halberd and composed himself.

“You’re joking. A talent like you staying in the Immortal Realm is a waste. You have the capability to seek the Saint level. Why waste time here?”

“To be honest, the Immortal Realm has survived this long strictly because of the balance between two major factions. Due to historical residues, the Nine Nether hates the Immortal Realm to the core. But if they really made a serious move, even ten Immortal Realms combined would be obliterated!”

His words dripped with intimidation.

Li Ruotong couldn’t take it anymore. With a cold face, she reprimanded, “Nonsense! If you Alien Races were really that strong, why have you dragged this out for so long? Why haven’t you conquered the Immortal Realm?”

Hei Jue replied, “Heh, that’s because your Immortal Realm is situated within the domain governed by the Divine Court. The Nine Nether doesn’t have the moral high ground to dispatch forces here, plus there’s the Saint’s agreement preventing strong beings from attacking. That’s why it’s dragged on.”

Li Ruotong caught a critical point in his words and frowned, “What Saint’s agreement? Do you have many Saints over there? Stop with the nonsense!”

She was born in the ancient Kunlun Realm, where she witnessed the glorious age when the Four Great Saints coexisted. Hence, she believed Saints were exceedingly rare.

In the past, it was impressive enough to have even one in the top ten worlds!

However, hearing Hei Jue speak, Li Ruotong felt something was off, and a sense of anxiety crept into her heart.

“Miss, your understanding of the outside world is still stuck in the past. Let me put it this way: just from the intermediate worlds ruled by my Asura Clan, the number of beings reaching the Saint level is in double digits! And there are countless such worlds across the vast universe!”

“What did you say?!”

Li Ruotong’s expression changed, disbelief flooding her eyes. She didn’t think he was lying because he spoke with natural heartbeats and demeanor.

Moreover, one could discern truth from lies simply by making a grand oath.

Ye Junlin, however, appeared calm and composed, having known all this in the Kunlun Realm, which far exceeded traditional understanding.

He could also empathize with Li Ruotong’s reaction; after all, it felt like someone from a cold weapon dynasty suddenly seeing a plane or cannon—pure shock!

“And in the lower worlds, there are at least several Half-Saints. Those are beings that surpass Immortal Emperors.”

“As for your Immortal Realm, it’s already at the bottom of the lower worlds.”

In order to succeed in negotiation, Hei Jue divulged more information.

He was playing a psychological tactic, intending to break down the mental defenses of his target.

But oddly enough, the silver-haired youth seemed completely unfazed, as if he knew it all along, while the girl behind him looked increasingly distressed, appearing on the verge of breaking down…

Hei Jue felt a sense of frustration!

“If that’s the case, then what significance does our defense hold? Is all this just a game of the Saints?”

Li Ruotong, her understanding shattered, struggled to accept this drastic psychological gap. Her elegant body trembled uncontrollably, unable to determine whether it was from anger, fear, or both.

“Li friend, there’s no need to panic. Everything is still uncertain.”

Ye Junlin’s voice was clear, containing a calming power that gradually stabilized Li Ruotong’s turbulent emotions.

“Ye friend…”

She looked up, staring blankly at the composed figure with silver hair, feeling inexplicably reassured.

Hei Jue suppressed his inner unease and mustered the courage to say, “If we still fail this time, it’s likely that the next ones to come will be characters above an Immortal Emperor. Do you know the consequences?”

“Then that’s perfect. I will welcome them with open arms.”

As he said this, a genuine smile broke across Ye Junlin’s face, his teeth white and shiny.

It was pure joy!

“???” Hei Jue was stunned.

What in the world was going on?

Aren’t you supposed to be scared? Why do you seem to be looking forward to it instead?

“Alright, to repay you for your kindness, I’ve decided to send you off to the West with a sword.”

Ye Junlin slowly lifted his long sword, raising it high above his head. A terrifying aura emanated from the blade.

In an instant, his imposing presence felt like an unmatched divine sword, ready to sever the Dao!

Li Ruotong’s eyes constricted, her heart pounding.

That was the Sword Intent of Great Perfection—the ultimate height pursued by generations of Sword Emperors.

Who would have thought that this silver-haired youth had already achieved it!

“You—you dare to kill me? Princess will never let you off!” Feeling an overwhelming presence of death, Hei Jue’s scalp nearly split. He shouted in terror while retreating rapidly.

He would rather be killed by a powerful figure from the Divine Court in the cosmos than perish on this backward native planet.

For a noble Asura, it was a great humiliation!

“Don’t worry, I will go find her,” Ye Junlin said with a gentle smile.

Swish~!

An exceptionally brilliant golden sword light tore through the sky, descending with the world’s ultimate sword intent upon Hei Jue.

“Ahhhhhh…”

Hei Jue raised the large halberd in his hand, desperately trying to defend against it. Veins bulged on his face, contorting into an extremely grotesque and fearful expression.

However, his resistance seemed utterly ridiculous.

In just a moment, under the golden sword light capable of severing the cosmos, the halberd in Hei Jue’s hand snapped with a crackle, his flesh rapidly evaporating, and even the Asura energy couldn’t repair him. In the final second of his life, he let out a mournful scream, his eyes filled with terror.

Boom!

Under the immense might of the sword, the vast ocean surged apart, revealing the usually bottomless depths beneath.

After a long while, the sword light slowly dissipated, and tranquility returned to the world.

Li Ruotong was left in a daze, staring at the tall silhouette, murmuring, “This sword, how many in the world can withstand it?”