Ascending to Godhood: I Can Foresee All Futures

Chapter 392: Chapter 209: The Great Battle Ends

”Manor Master—!!!”

The moment Lu Canghai plummeted from the sky, the Great Elder, Lu Qingfeng, who was locked in battle with Bai Qing, let out an anguished roar.

On the battlefield below, countless disciples and elders of Luoyun Manor looked up at the sound.

When they saw the azure figure plummeting toward the earth, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment.

’The Manor Master... lost?’

The thought spread like a plague, instantly shattering the last of the disciples’ resolve.

They had lasted this long fueled by their Blood Qi, a desperate resolve born of their shared bloodline, and above all, the faint hope that the Manor Master and elders could somehow turn the tide.

But now...

The Second Elder was dead, his body pinned to the ground.

The Manor Master was gravely wounded, fallen from the sky.

’With only the Great Elder left... how could he possibly turn the tide?’

Panic swept through the ranks of Luoyun Manor like a tidal wave.

A similar shock appeared on the faces of those from Golden Spring Temple and Qingfeng Temple.

Monk Xuanbei and Liang Jingxing exchanged a glance, each seeing the bitterness in the other’s eyes.

Just moments ago, they had been debating whether to confront Nie Xuanfeng head-on. Now... it was too late for regrets.

With Lu Canghai gravely wounded and on the verge of death, the destruction of Luoyun Manor was now a foregone conclusion.

...

BANG—!

Dust filled the air.

Lu Canghai slammed heavily into the ground, gouging out a crater several feet deep.

Lu Canghai struggled to rise, but his meridians were shattered, his Dantian Qi Sea was depleted, and his Blood Essence was nearly exhausted.

After several failed attempts, Lu Canghai exhaled slowly, a wry smile forming on his face.

There was no fear, no pleading—only the calm acceptance of a man who had lost his wager.

Chen Sheng’s figure was a blur, appearing at the edge of the crater in an instant.

With a grasping motion of his hand, an invisible force pulled Lu Canghai from the crater. Chen Sheng caught him by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand.

The once-formidable Manor Master of Luoyun Manor was now utterly pathetic in Chen Sheng’s grasp, as helpless as a beaten dog.

”KOFF... KOFF KOFF...”

Blood welled in his throat, and Lu Canghai’s face turned white as a sheet. He struggled to raise his eyelids, his clouded gaze falling on Chen Sheng as he rasped,

”What a... what a Divine Technique...”

”You flatter me, Manor Master Lu,” Chen Sheng replied, his tone flat.

Suddenly, Lu Canghai laughed, a hoarse and crazed sound. He struggled to lift his head, his gaze bypassing Chen Sheng to lock onto the distant monks of Golden Spring Temple as he bit out each word:

”The matter of Fulong Creek... you think Luoyun Manor planned that alone? The ones who really pulled the strings, who set up the whole scheme to reap the rewards... were those bald donkeys from Golden Spring Temple! Chen Sheng... you... you’d better remember that!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, an enraged shout erupted from the direction of Golden Spring Temple.

”Insolence! You dare slander the Buddhist Sect, even at death’s door?!”

Monk Xuanbei’s face was grim. Behind him, Xuanming, Xuan Ku, and the other monks stared with cold, murderous intent.

Chen Sheng’s expression remained unchanged, save for a slightly raised eyebrow.

”And the proof?”

”Proof?”

Lu Canghai burst into a manic laugh, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

”Hahaha... Proof? Isn’t proof... just a matter of a word from the Government Office?”

Seeing this, Chen Sheng asked no more.

”Farewell, Manor Master Lu.”

With that, Chen Sheng casually tossed Lu Canghai into the air.

In the next moment, a dark flash of light sliced through the air.

SCHLICK—!

After the soft sound, Lu Canghai’s body hung in the air for an instant before cleanly splitting in two at the neck.

His head and torso fell one after the other, landing with a dull thud on the scorched, blood-soaked earth.

The world fell utterly silent.

The dead silence lasted but a moment before it was shattered by an eruption of panicked screams.

”The Manor Master is dead! Run for your lives—!”

”We can’t hold them back! Every man for himself!”

”Men of the Lu Family, scatter! Preserve our bloodline!”

First, the remaining non-family disciples and Honored Guest Elders broke completely, fleeing frantically toward the edges of the battlefield.

Their flight triggered an immediate chain reaction. The final line of defense in the minds of the Lu Family disciples—their morale already flagging, sustained only by their raw Blood Qi—crumbled completely.

It was a rout, a complete collapse. The situation was utterly out of control.

”Chen Sheng!”

Witnessing his Manor Master’s brutal death, Great Elder Lu Qingfeng’s eyes instantly turned bloodred.

In the next moment.

He completely abandoned all defense, recklessly activating a Secret Technique to burn away his remaining Blood Essence and True Essence.

A violent, desperate aura erupted from him as he transformed into a streak of crimson light, hurtling himself recklessly toward Chen Sheng.

It was clear he intended to take him down with him!

”SHIING!”

Just then, the clear ring of a sword echoed.

Bai Qing’s figure appeared like a phantom, perfectly intercepting the crimson streak.

With a lift of her elegant fingers, hundreds of streams of chilling Sword Qi materialized from the void, instantly weaving into an impenetrable Sword Net that enveloped and shredded the crimson, suicidal attack!

Amid flashes of Sword Light, the crimson streak disintegrated.

In a matter of moments, the Sword Qi faded.

Lu Qingfeng’s body was covered in Sword Marks deep enough to expose bone, blood gushing from his wounds.

Bai Qing gave him no chance. With a flick of her hand, a piercing ray of Sword Light ran through his heart.

And with that, all three Mystic Realm pillars of Luoyun Manor had been slain.

...

Over with the contingent from Qingfeng Temple, Liang Jingxing and Wu Chengfeng exchanged a look, each seeing the deep shock and gravity in the other’s eyes.

The fall of Luoyun Manor was more than just the destruction of a single power.

It meant that the power structure Ning’an Prefecture had maintained for over a century was now shattered. The balance between the six major powers and the Government Office was gone.

More troubling still, the Iron Sword Sect, the Danxia Sect, and the Ning’an Wang Clan had openly sided with the Government Office.

This meant that the future interests of Qingfeng Temple in Ning’an would be threatened as never before.

As for the high-ranking monks of Golden Spring Temple, their expressions were the darkest of all.