"Evil Lord."
Qian Si did not want to die, nor was he willing to perish just like this.
So he shouted again, "The battle between you and me will only result in both sides being wounded. Why should we benefit others?"
"As long as we join forces, there is no place in the world we cannot go. After killing our enemies, I promise to lift the restrictions on you..."
"Restrictions?"
The Evil Lord laughed, "What do you use to restrict me?"
"Besides, don't you know that the one I want to kill the most is you?"
Qian Si: "..."
He wanted to retort, but didn't know how to start.
"Kill."
The Evil Lord, controlling the sky-filling poisonous dragons, ascended.
The violent attacks instantly engulfed Qian Si.
The poisonous dragons roared, madly tearing at Qian Si's Dao net.
These colossal dragon mouths not only tore, but also left poison within the Dao.
The Evil Lord's path of poison seemed to have gathered all the negative emotions of this world. He was like a trash can, where things others disdained and loathed ultimately became his nourishment.
"Three Thousand Silks, explode."
Qian Si went mad.
The Evil Lord's power made him despair.
He felt the Evil Lord's biting killing intent, and at this moment, he regretted immensely: "I should not have created you back then, roar..."
He was unwilling.
It took him millions of years to split off the Evil Lord.
Yet, in the end, he was betrayed.
*Tear.*
A large section of the river of Dao was ripped away by the poisonous dragons and swallowed.
Within each poisonous dragon was the Evil Lord's consciousness.
When the poisonous dragons ate, it was as if he had eaten.
The Evil Lord sneered, "Your so-called creation was merely to hold your negative emotions. You accumulated countless resentments from consuming too many chaotic beasts and humans, leading to a chaotic Dao."
"Under such circumstances, you split off this lord, making him your trash can, the collector of all negative emotions. Do you really think this lord knew nothing?"
His words were a bombshell.
The Evil Lord's voice was shrill, his eyes ferocious.
So he knew all along that he was just a trash can.
What Qian Si discarded, he collected.
But Qian Si never imagined that these negative emotions would give rise to such a twisted madman.
Arrogance, venom, killing intent... all sorts of emotions converged, creating the current Evil Lord.
He was filled with hatred, and his killing intent surged.
*Bang, bang, bang.*
Only a few hundred of Qian Si's three thousand Daos remained, a pitiful sight.
The three thousand Daos that once hung down like a falling Milky Way were now in such a pathetic state.
It was truly tragic.
"Kill."
The Evil Lord's attacks did not stop.
He struck wildly, constantly battering Qian Si into collapse.
No matter how he resisted, how he roared, it was useless.
His injuries were too severe.
His internal Dao net, already heavily damaged by Order, finally collapsed.
"Ah..."
Qian Si screamed in agony.
He was like a madman now.
He attacked recklessly, unleashing a barrage of blows.
The tremors of their clashes shook heaven and earth, yet could not conceal the truth of his weakness.
*Boom.*
Finally, under the watchful eyes of Chen Fan and the others, Qian Si Dao Master's physical body... collapsed.
Along with it, the power of Dao within him also disintegrated.
"No."
Qian Si's eyes turned red.
The unyielding resentment boiling in his heart drove him to madness, completely losing his reason.
He flailed his hands, trying to snatch back the scattered power of Dao.
Alas, it was all in vain.
"Haha."
On the other hand, the Evil Lord opposite him burst into unrestrained laughter.
He cared not as his decaying body, shedding viscous green fluid, sloughed off.
Killing Qian Si was his greatest ambition after being suppressed for endless ages.
Now, to personally kill Qian Si, to witness his madness before his eyes, the Evil Lord felt as if he had entered a state of sublimation. His greatest ambition realized filled him with immense joy.
"Haha."
He laughed, unconcerned by the decay of his body.
Meanwhile, Qian Si opposite him, his last vestiges of Dao power also crumbled.
His soul began to dissipate, visibly so.
"Evil Lord."
At this moment, Qian Si looked even more ferocious than the Evil Lord.
His blood-red eyes fixed on the Evil Lord: "I'll wait for you to find me. You will die too, haha..."
Facing certain death, Qian Si descended into madness.
He began to laugh...
Finally, with a 'bang', he completely disintegrated amidst his laughter.
*Whoosh.*
From afar, Chen Fan rapidly approached.
The Evil Lord's laughter ceased. He looked at Chen Fan approaching, saying nothing.
With a cold sneer, he retracted the poison that was still dripping from his body.
"Thank you."
Chen Fan cupped his fists towards the Evil Lord.
The Evil Lord pouted and stood aside without a word.
He knew what Chen Fan intended to do.
Ping Xi and Sword Master retreated cautiously, their gazes warily fixed on the Evil Lord.
"Rise."
Chen Fan did not hesitate.
With a lift of his hand, the River of Life and Death was opened.
Qian Si's energy and Dao power were still dissipating, not yet completely vanished, even his soul and final consciousness.
However, he could no longer stir up trouble.
"Gather."
*Swish, swish.*
The waters of the river flowed slowly.
Specks of spiritual consciousness began to converge. The light of the Dragon King was the brightest, and Chen Fan captured it with the utmost speed, throwing it into the river.
*Buzz.*
The waters of the river began to churn rapidly.
The churning river gathered with intense turbulence. The death energy within the spiritual consciousness light was constantly being extracted, while the life force was continuously injected into the spiritual consciousness light, causing the Dragon King's spiritual consciousness light to grow visibly.
"Qian Si Dao Master."
Chen Fan turned, looking at the soon-to-be-dissipated Qian Si Dao Master.
His calm voice echoed in the latter's ears: "Your energy cannot be wasted. Thank you."
With that, under Qian Si's bulging gaze, his physical body was directly grabbed by Chen Fan and thrown into the River of Death.
*Swish, swish.*
The death energy eroded, corroding the flesh.
The Dao power was decomposed, turning into pure energy that flowed into the River of Life.
"Ah... Chen Fan..."
Qian Si wailed, roaring, "How dare you treat this venerable one like this? I won't forgive you even as a ghost."
"Tch."
This was laughable.
Ghosts, as they called them, were merely unscattered souls.
At their level, using threats of ghosts and spirits was simply a joke, a huge joke.
The Dragon King's spiritual consciousness light was rapidly growing. A golden dragon began to swim in the River of Life, its aura continuously strengthening.
"Chen Fan."
Qian Si shouted again, "You will die. You will die soon. Those in the Ninth Heaven will not let you go. My death will surely be noticed by those above. I will be waiting for you below."
*Bang.*
The last trace of divine consciousness completely dissipated.
The death water surged, dissolving and devouring everything of Qian Si.
*Boom.*
Vast power poured into the Dragon King's spiritual consciousness.
One had to admit, the power of the ninth tier was immense.
Was the Dragon King powerful?
If it were to be resurrected with Dao crystals, it would take at least ten billion.
The Evil Lord's resurrection was mainly due to the residual power of his own body.
Some of the power absorbed by the staff was also spat out at Chen Fan's request, which allowed the Evil Lord to be resurrected.
And the Dragon King...
At this moment, his eyes also opened.