Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The strikes clashed with hundreds of thousands of volcanic bombs that Song Xuan controlled to explode before they could touch the claw marks. The explosions did not reduce the power of the death energy or the cutting intent even a bit.

In contrast, the fire from the explosions was extinguished, and the rocks became brittle and shattered into sand-like dust before falling to the ground, as if all life within them had been erased.

"No!!" Song Xuan cried out in alarm as he flew out of the path of the attacks.

He was safe, but the same could not be said for his domain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three claw strikes hit the domain boundary. Each strike left four marks, and the integrity of the domain greatly deteriorated with every impact.

Pfffttt!

Blood spurted from Song Xuan's mouth as he suffered backlash from the damage to his domain, which had begun to crumble.

Seeing mirror-like cracks appear all over the space of his domain, Song Xuan was horrified. His cultivation began to decline as the backlash exceeded what he could bear, and his foundation started to crumble.

His cultivation regressed from the Void Refining Realm and dropped to the Soul Transformation Realm. From the peak stage, it fell to the middle stage, and finally dropped to half-step Soul Transformation, the same as Wei Chen's cultivation rank.

As the domain crumbled into nothing, Wei Chen's hundred-meter-tall avatar of death slowly disintegrated, as Wei Chen no longer needed it to fight the weakened Song Xuan.

When the domain vanished completely, Song Xuan fell onto the deck of the Song Clan's flying ark. He had lost nearly all of his spiritual qi from the backlash and was now even weaker than a Nascent Soul cultivator due to the exhaustion caused by the destruction of his domain.

Song Xuan was trying to get away. He crawled toward the door of the main building of his flying ark, desperate to escape. Suddenly, a pair of feet appeared in front of him. He slowly looked up and saw who it was.

It was Wei Chen, standing before him and looking down at him as if he were an ant.

This feeling.

This feeling of utter humiliation was more than he could bear.

"You! Wei Chen!" Song Xuan gritted his teeth as he spoke the name of this hated nobody. He felt deeply humiliated.

It was not that he could not accept defeat, but the one who defeated him should at least have a name. It should be a renowned cultivator, or a hero accepted by all, not some nobody he had always looked down upon!

If he were to lose to Jian Heng, even though he would feel bitter and humiliated, he would not feel it to this degree.

Wei Chen slowly stepped forward and squatted down.

"Moron. We still have not finished our discussion yet. You are a believer in the virtue of strength, right? Might makes right, and so on and so forth," Wei Chen said as he looked at Song Xuan as if he were a beggar.

Seeing Wei Chen's eyes, Song Xuan could not take it. A taste of iron rose in his throat as blood seeped out of his mouth. He felt both anger and humiliation.

"You! Do not go too far! The Song Clan still has an ancestor, and he will come out and kill you like the dog you are!" Song Xuan threatened.

Slap! Bam!

Wei Chen slapped Song Xuan's head down, slamming it onto the deck floor and cracking the wooden boards.

"Are you threatening me, huh? You shit face?"

Slap! Bam!

"You think you are hot shit!?"

Slap! Bam!

Wei Chen continued cursing as he slapped Song Xuan's head. Each time, he deliberately waited for Song Xuan to try to lift his head before slamming it down again, making his head crash into the wooden floor for maximum satisfaction.

He knew that this kind of injury was not serious for a cultivator, but he did not care as long as he was satisfied.

"You! You!" Song Xuan could only repeat the word, too enraged to form any coherent sentence.

Song Xuan knew that with his current cultivation regression, he could not fight against this devil. He had endured enough humiliation. This nobody did not give him any face at all. If it were someone else, once they realized he could no longer fight, they would not continue humiliating him.

If it were not because this nobody had surprised him and used that demonic technique, he would not have lost.

Even now, Song Xuan still believed that Wei Chen did not fight properly. This man did not declare his proud technique's name and instead used unorthodox means such as provocation and taunting, making his opponent lose himself in anger and lose concentration.

Even though he lost, he refused to accept that defeat.

"Enough!" Song Xuan roared as he ignited his dantian. He would rather die together with this hateful peasant than continue being humiliated.

The accumulated cultivation within his dantian was like a nuclear core about to reach a critical point.

But before it could react and become a devastating explosion, a dark claw swiped through his dantian.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrghhhhh!" Song Xuan screamed in agony as ninety eight percent of his cultivation was instantly destroyed. Miraculously, there was no visible injury on his dantian at all.

One of the abilities of the Underworld Bone Claw was to destroy immaterial things. In this case, Wei Chen used it to destroy the spiritual qi sea within Song Xuan's dantian. This caused Song Xuan's cultivation to regress even further, as nearly all of his spiritual qi sea was obliterated.

His cultivation rapidly fell to the early stage of Foundation Establishment. His body aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a brief moment, Song Xuan looked like an old man in his eighties.

Wei Chen deliberately left a strand of life within Song Xuan because he did not want to kill him and risk angering his superior in the underworld.

With more than ninety eight percent of his cultivation gone, Song Xuan's dantian slowly settled down. The rampaging energy was eliminated in one stroke, as if the power about to go critical had suddenly vanished.

Song Xuan collapsed to the ground, looking at Wei Chen as if he were a devil. There was a trace of fear in his eyes.

His cultivation was gone. He had only half a decade left to live. Having his cultivation reduced to the early stage of Foundation Establishment was no different from being killed. At this rate, all of his enemies, the people he had offended, and even his rivals would come to trouble him.

If he fell into their hands, he would surely die a painful death.

"Why… why did you not kill me?" Song Xuan asked.

Wei Chen looked at Song Xuan as if he were wondering why he would ask such a stupid question.

"Because I do not want to," Wei Chen said as if stating the obvious.

Hearing this, a smile formed on Song Xuan's aged face. The smile was mixed with bitterness and relief. "Hahaha! HAHAHAHA! Hahahaha!"

Song Xuan continued to laugh as if he had heard the most amusing sentence of his life.

"What a whimsical reason… cough! cough! COUGH! cough!" Song Xuan let out a violent coughing fit, as if his body could no longer endure it.

"Now, by the virtue of strength, this flying ark belongs to me," Wei Chen said.

Hearing this, Song Xuan's hazy eyes seemed to look far into the past, back to the day his worldview was twisted and changed. The virtue of strength. Where had he first heard it?

Ah yes. It was from his ancestor, the one who remained in closed door cultivation to suppress his own early stage Great Ascension Realm cultivation, sealing it to prevent himself from ascending.

On that day, his most beloved wife, the mother of his son Song Lie, was forcefully dragged into the basement and turned into a cultivation cauldron to help his ancestor conceal his strength from the laws of earth and heaven.

On that day, he was told that it was the virtue of strength that caused this, creating a grand excuse for robbery.

"Virtue?" Song Xuan chuckled. "Heh. What kind of virtue is born from robbing? Do not joke with me. At most, you are just a strong robber. One day, you will be robbed by someone stronger than you too," Song Xuan said.

Yes. These were the exact words he had spoken that day, before he was beaten nearly to death by his own ancestor. His personality changed from a righteous and passionate youth into someone cynical, who embraced this twisted virtue.

Now, he awaited his end. There was no way this devil would not be angered by such blunt words.

But to his surprise….

"Exactly. What kind of sh*tty virtue is born from robbing."

Huh? Instead of anger, this demon agreed with him.

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