I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

Chapter 2462

"Ah ah ah..."

"Lin Xuan... I'm going to kill you, kill you..."

In the palace complex of Chunyang Heaven, where the Grand Elder's faction resided, a roar filled with murderous intent exploded in the sky, shattering even the immortal mist.

The wind sword was going berserk; the terrifying Dao injuries on the Pure Yang Spirit Body remained, and it continued to release Dao power outwards.

"Humph……"

A cold snort rang in his ears, and a glimmer of clarity finally appeared in the eyes of the madman Feng Changjian.

"boom!"

The next moment, he knelt on the ground, looking utterly defeated.

"Master..."

He uttered those two words almost in a trembling voice, then his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.

The pure sunlight shone brightly, and the old man in blue robes who had appeared in the endless void slowly coalesced around Feng Changjian.

"What kind of behavior do you have?"

The old man in blue gave a curt rebuke, his eyes filled with authority.

Feng Changjian's face was ashen, and his voice became hoarse: "Master, your disciple... is crippled..."

Anger flashed in the old man's eyes, but it subsided in an instant.

He strolled to the side, his calm voice echoing back: "So be it, you were going to abandon the path and start anew anyway. Now, it's just a few setbacks. Can't you even handle this little blow?"

Feng Changjian's ashen face flickered, his hands moved, and he forced himself to sit up, his tattered body trembling.

“Abandon…abandon the Way? But I have come this far…not without difficulty.”

A look of resentment appeared in his eyes.

"Do you still want revenge?"

The old man in green robes shattered, and when he reappeared, he was already close to the wind sword.

Feng Changjian was startled, but upon hearing the old man's words, he suddenly calmed down, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"I will kill him!"

Only four words came out of his mouth, but the resolute meaning in them was extremely strong.

"Ah……"

The old man in blue robes grinned faintly, his expression enigmatic.

Turning around, his figure shattered again, returning him to his previous position, his back to the wind-swept sword.

"You may abandon the Dao, but your master has already found a path to heaven for you, with immense assistance. Before long, you will be able to kill Lin Xuan with your own hands."

Upon hearing this, Feng Changjian's eyes widened as he stared intently at the figure of the old man in blue.

"Master, is this... truly true?"

Based on Feng Changjian's understanding of his master, this kind of thing shouldn't be his turn; he's an extreme egoist.

Something unusual must be going on; the old man in blue shouldn't be taken at face value.

As if knowing what Feng Changjian was thinking, the old man in green suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing and disappearing like the starry sky breaking and then reforming, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"boom!"

The wind sword was pressed down by the terrifying will, and it knelt heavily on the ground, shattering countless floor tiles.

His already battered body was now in even worse shape, on the verge of collapse, and his pure yang energy was about to be completely released.

"If I hadn't already determined the Great Dao and designated you, do you really think it would have been your turn?"

After a long while, the old man in blue robes withdrew his imposing aura and then spoke calmly.

Feng Changjian was weaker than ever before, his eyes filled with confusion: "Who...is he?"

The old man in blue did not respond, but asked again, "Choose: die immediately, or abandon the path and start anew?"

Feng Changjian lowered his head, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth.

"I am willing to abandon the Way!"

The moment he finished speaking, the space around him suddenly cracked open, and blue-gold light surged out from within, enveloping him.

But in an instant, the radiance vanished, and with it, the figure of the Wind Sword disappeared.

"You're getting an advantage!"

The old man in blue murmured, his gaze fixed on the spot where the wind sword had disappeared, his expression extremely complicated.

His heart was filled with a mix of emotions, including trepidation, anticipation, and longing. It was hard to imagine that this was the mindset of a 12th-level Loose Immortal.

In the Blazing Sun Immortal Palace of the Golden Crow Divine Clan, Wu Qi was filled with resentment, his entire body ablaze with flames.

The Immortal Emperor who guided him back to his clan was unleashing his ultimate Yang power to heal him.

"Elder, does this count as me being forced to abandon the path?"

Wu Qi suddenly spoke up and asked.

The Golden Crow elder paused, seemingly pondering for a few seconds, before nodding slightly: "Fine!"