Chapter 1241

Silence, like death itself.

Ye Yu stared at Hanyue Xi in utter disbelief.

It wasn’t over, was it? Now that Hong Zhencheng was gone, here she came meddling too?

“Return the dignity I offered him?”

“Big sister, you really don’t understand the situation! It’s not about whether I want to give him dignity, but whether he can let me live! A God Lord’s final slash before death may be weaker than at his peak, but killing a Heavenly God–realm godling? Easy as flipping a hand!”

So Du Yu’s final strike could not be delivered—absolutely could not. If he did, it would be all over!

Ye Yu glanced to the side and barked coldly, “A man is speaking. A woman has no place to interrupt. Quiet!”

Hanyue Xi’s face filled with black lines. She wanted to retort, but thought better of it and silently stepped back two paces. She still planned to ask Ye ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Yu for help later, so at this critical moment she would yield.

Yet she couldn’t fathom why he wouldn’t grant the most basic courtesy. A mere flick of the finger—was that so difficult? Perhaps that’s the difference between a God Sovereign and a regular godling. She simply couldn’t understand.

With Hanyue Xi silenced, Ye Yu exhaled in relief. No more distractions—now to deal with this stubborn fool.

He steadied his mind and casually dispelled the illusions. In an instant, the demon god and ancient beasts vanished, turning to ash. Color returned to the world; black and white faded. Everything seemed restored.

Ye Yu turned his back on Du Yu and said in a low voice, “I said I wouldn’t kill you, so I won’t. Go—find your pavilion master. You might still have a chance to survive.”

A promising blade talent like him shouldn’t die here.

Ye Yu let a tone of reluctant praise slip into his words, hoping to reignite Du Yu’s will to live. Dying here would be a shame.

Truly, as an opponent, Ye Yu showing mercy was no small feat. Don’t play dumb, now.

Internally, Ye Yu seethed.

But Du Yu was resolutely stubborn. Even such words failed to move him. He tightened his grip on the spirit-formed longsword, raised it, and pointed it at Ye Yu.

“You don’t want to kill me—that’s your business. I want to die here—that’s mine. If you won’t act, I will.”

Du Yu struck his chest with his left fist. A spray of golden blood splattered onto the blade.

In that moment, the spirit blade solidified and burst into golden radiance, its edge gleaming with lethal intent.

Feeling the surge of divine energy, Ye Yu spun around, his shoulder trembling. Though he had turned away, his divine sense had never left Du Yu—he saw everything.

A madman—a pure madman! Forging a supreme weapon with his own lifeblood, all for a final slash?

Ye Yu gritted his teeth, ready to flee. But Du Yu seemed to anticipate this. With a flick of his wrist, the blade locked onto Ye Yu’s aura: any movement, and he would be cut down.

Ye Yu’s face darkened; being locked onto like that was terrifying.

Du Yu sneered, “Supreme One, I poured out all my lifeblood to forge this blade. Its power surpasses my peak. This is my final performance—I won’t disappoint you! Behold—”

Before Du Yu could finish, Ye Yu cut in, “Madman! Are you insane? I offered you a way out, yet you choose death? Isn’t living better? I don’t care about your blade. Honestly, your swordplay is worthless—stop showing off. If you have any shame, go end it yourself. Pathetic!”

Ye Yu hurled insults, hoping Du Yu would break and kill himself—a perfect blow to a genius’s pride.

All his life, Du Yu believed he understood the blade like no other, rising from the mortal world to the Divine Realm on his sword’s strength, earning his place as an elder of MoonEdge Pavilion. Everyone praised his divine blade. And now Ye Yu dared call him trash?

Rage lit in Du Yu’s eyes. He bowed his head, trembling—but Ye Yu mistook it for fear and rejoiced, believing his plan had succeeded.

He did not know Du Yu’s trembling was fury.

“You, Ye Yu, may be stronger and at a higher realm, and I cannot defeat you—that’s true. But who gave you the right to call my swordplay worthless? Today, we fight until the last man stands!”

Du Yu raised his blade; his pale face flushed crimson. “No one may call my swordplay worthless!” His roar shook heaven and earth.

Ye Yu’s pupils constricted. Dammit.

His verbal assault had failed—and even triggered the Bond of ‘My Fate Is Mine!’ This was spiraling out of control.

Ye Yu braced himself. As Du Yu struck, the world fell silent—no flashy effects, as if a casual flick. Then space itself tore open, revealing a boundless black road before him.

Du Yu’s spirit blade shattered again. He collapsed, gasping.

Yet Ye Yu remained aloft, untouched. Hanyue Xi sensed something amiss and widened her eyes.

A breeze swept by, and Ye Yu’s form disintegrated into dust, drifting on the wind.

Du Yu’s eyes widened in shock: “I killed a God Sovereign powerhouse? I killed a God Sovereign powerhouse! Haha!”