Chapter 2442

Lin Moyu flicked a rune from his finger, which flew into the void and disappeared.

The Misfortune Array roared to life, and the Great Dao of Luck vaguely emerged.

At this moment, Yan Bei was constantly enduring the bombardment of the Space-Splitting Killing Formation, so he did not notice the Misfortune Array, which already had a very weak aura.

However, he suddenly felt a wave of palpitations, as if something bad was about to happen.

A powerhouse of his caliber was extremely sensitive to danger.

He knew something must have happened, and that it was highly likely Lin Moyu's doing, but he could not find the source of the danger.

Utilizing the power of the Great Dao of Luck, the Misfortune Array descended upon Yan Bei.

Then, through Yan Bei's luck, it connected with the luck of the entire Red Flame Divine Eagle Clan, strengthening the misfortune luck within the clan's luck.

The misfortune luck expanded rapidly, quickly affecting the luck of the entire clan, which in turn affected Yan Bei's luck through the clan's luck.

The entire process sounded somewhat complex, but it was actually very simple and rapid.

For an entire clan, their luck was composed of many aspects: the origin spirit vein, the ruler, and countless clan members.

Many things could affect a clan's luck, among which the ruler's luck was crucial.

Conversely, the clan's luck would also affect the luck of every clan member, and the ruler was also one of them.

Therefore, Yan Bei's luck was also affected and rapidly declined.

Although the effect was not as immediate as the Sword of Luck, it had the advantage of being long-lasting.

As long as the Misfortune Array was still running and Yan Bei was still inside it, his luck would be difficult to reverse. In fact, the luck of the entire clan would be significantly weakened, and the entire clan would become plagued by bad luck. Yan Bei's feeling of palpitations grew stronger and stronger, and he roared in anger, "What on earth did you do?!"

Lin Moyu smiled faintly. "Guess!"

As he spoke, Lin Moyu's body became illusory and hazy. His Great Dao of Luck True Body emerged, while simultaneously condensing the Sword of Luck.

The Great Dao of Luck True Body had an amplifying effect on both the Sword of Luck and the Misfortune Array.

The Sword of Luck and the Poisonous Sword of Luck—the two swords condensed at the same time and slashed out together.

Yan Bei's luck was very strong, and behind him stood the entire clan, so Lin Moyu decided to take a three-pronged approach to thoroughly weaken his luck to the limit.

Hit by the Sword of Luck, Yan Bei felt as if he had lost something, but he could not put into words what it was.

Suddenly, Yan Bei felt his strength weaken slightly.

The battle saber magic treasure in his hand seemed to have developed a barrier between them, and using it was no longer as smooth.

Then, his pupils contracted sharply. He saw fine cracks actually appearing on the battle saber!

"How can this be?!" Suddenly, he thought of something.

This battle saber was passed down by the previous clan chief.

Back when they were exterminating the Frost Demonic Lizard Clan, this battle saber had also performed outstanding service, though it had suffered severe damage at the time.

Afterward, the previous clan chief also died of his severe injuries, and this battle saber fell into his hands.

When the battle saber came into his hands, it had already recovered.

At the time, he thought the previous clan chief had repaired it, but thinking about it now, it did not seem that simple. This battle saber had not fully recovered!

Chapter 3076: Schemes from a Clansman

Yan Bei realized that the battle saber might not have been fully repaired.

Perhaps it only looked recovered on the surface, but there was still internal damage.

But thinking about it further, it did not seem right either. He had clearly refined the battle saber; if there was damage, he should have noticed it.

Moreover, over all these years, this battle saber had accompanied him through dozens of battles, large and small, and nothing like this had ever happened.

He was completely baffled, so he naturally directed his target at Lin Moyu, roaring in anger, "What on earth did you do?!"

Lin Moyu also found it a bit strange at this moment. He saw the cracks on the battle saber, but what did that have to do with him?

"Your own magic treasure is just too trashy. What does it have to do with me?"

Although he said that, he also felt puzzled in his heart. He knew the power of the Space-Splitting Killing Formation very well. Right now, its power was not yet fully unleashed, so it shouldn't be enough to shatter a magic treasure of the Dao Venerable 7th Realm.

Furthermore, the fracturing process of this battle saber did not seem like it was being shattered by the formation, but rather breaking from the inside.

A trace of vigilance arose in Lin Moyu's heart, instinctively feeling that something was amiss.

He naturally retreated a distance. When facing the unknown, Lin Moyu's first reaction was always to ensure his own safety.

The Space-Splitting Killing Formation remained unchanged, continuously bombarding Yan Bei without a single pause.

Clanging sounds like metal striking metal rang out incessantly. All the attacks landed on the battle saber, which had to withstand thousands of hits every second.

More and more cracks appeared on the battle saber, and it looked on the verge of completely shattering.

Yan Bei also finally realized that something was wrong. Although the power of the Space-Splitting Killing Formation was formidable, it indeed shouldn't be enough to shatter his magic treasure.

This battle saber was not being shattered by the Space-Splitting Killing Formation; there was another reason.

Although the battle saber could not be considered a clan-stabilizing treasure, it was still a rare treasure that the previous clan chief had risked his life to obtain from some Secret Realm. It was truly a waste for it to shatter like this.

Gritting his teeth, a round shield appeared in his hand.

This round shield was covered in spikes. Although it had the shape of a shield, it looked more like a sharp weapon.

The round shield expanded with a boom, taking the place of the battle saber to block the spatial blades.

At the same time the round shield was activated, the spikes on it also grew larger.

Huge spikes densely covered the surface of the round shield. As a large number of spatial blades struck them, the spikes were rapidly shaved down.

But in the next instant, the spikes grew back, recovering to their original state.

With the spikes blocking the first wave, the attacks that the round shield itself had to bear were reduced by more than half.

With this round shield blocking the attacks, Yan Bei immediately tried to retrieve the battle saber.

However, he suddenly discovered that he could not retrieve the battle saber.

At this moment, the connection between him and the battle saber seemed both broken and unbroken.

It didn't seem to be severed, yet the battle saber completely refused to obey his commands.

Almost instinctively, Yan Bei wanted to sever the connection between himself and the battle saber, allowing it to become ownerless once more.

Then, his expression changed drastically. He was actually unable to sever his connection with the battle saber!

Furthermore, even without the attacks of the spatial blades, the battle saber was still rapidly fracturing, looking on the verge of complete disintegration.

At this point, Yan Bei fully realized that something was wrong and immediately tried to throw the battle saber away.

But the battle saber seemed glued to his hand; he couldn't even throw it away.

Outside the formation, Lin Moyu witnessed all of this with his own eyes.

With a stir of his mind, the Eye of the Undead was activated.

Two brilliant souls appeared in his line of sight.

Lin Moyu was suddenly startled. "There is a soul inside the battle saber, and it's actually in the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable."

No matter how powerful his deductive abilities were, he could never have imagined that a soul of the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable was actually hidden inside the battle saber.

Seeing this, Lin Moyu almost pulled out melon seeds. He felt that there was going to be a good show to watch next.

Because the soul inside the battle saber shared the same roots and origin as Yan Bei, also originating from the Red Flame Divine Eagle Clan.

The Red Flame Divine Eagle Clan had never produced a powerhouse of the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable. The one who had been closest to the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable was the previous clan chief, Former Chief Yan Dao!

After the Red Flame Divine Eagle Clan wiped out the Frost Demonic Lizard Clan, it was also the moment when people felt they were most likely to become the new royal clan.

Unfortunately, Former Chief Yan Dao later died from the backlash of a formation, bringing their march toward becoming a royal clan to an abrupt halt.

Fortunately, Yan Bei had grown up by then. However, although both were in the Dao Venerable 8th Realm, Yan Bei's strength was inferior to Former Chief Yan Dao's.

And this battle saber was a magic treasure left behind by Former Chief Yan Dao.

Then, it went without saying that the soul hiding inside the battle saber was the soul of the previous clan chief, Former Chief Yan Dao.

Former Chief Yan Dao was not dead; he had faked his death. He had deceived everyone, and his soul had actually hidden inside the battle saber.

Furthermore, he had hidden very cleverly; even Yan Bei, who had refined the battle saber, had not discovered him.

Now that the battle saber was shattered and Former Chief Yan Dao's soul had also promoted to the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable, what would happen next would indeed be a good show.

Lin Moyu had guessed almost the entire process. He knew that Former Chief Yan Dao must have a scheme in mind by hiding inside.

Now that Yan Bei was the clan chief of the Red Flame Divine Eagle Clan, one mountain could not hold two tigers. Once Former Chief Yan Dao came out, would he still obey Yan Bei's orders?

Or would Yan Bei yield the position of clan chief and obey Former Chief Yan Dao's instructions?

A previous chief's Ninth Realm soul versus a current chief's Eighth Realm cultivation—if the two of them truly fought, the victor would be hard to predict.

As an outsider, Lin Moyu was naturally there to watch the show—to watch a grand show.

Boom!

The battle saber shattered completely, and a massive amount of shards whistled in all directions like a storm. Yan Bei was blasted back with a boom, but even so, he still held half of the broken blade in his hand, completely unable to shake it off.

A soul clad in flames slowly stepped out from the shards of the battle saber. The soul radiated a powerful aura, and the soul pressure of the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable swept through the entire space.

Seeing the soul, Yan Bei shrieked, "You're actually not dead!"

Former Chief Yan Dao's soul revealed a chilling smile. "I'm not dead. Are you very disappointed?" Yan Bei said, "Not disappointed, just very surprised that you actually hid inside the battle saber and even managed to keep me in the dark."

Former Chief Yan Dao shook his head. "More than that, I have also promoted to the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable."

Yan Bei had also realized this. His face was not pleasant, but he was still stubborn. "Your soul has merely promoted to the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable. You don't even have a physical body right now. How are you going to fight me? What difference does having this Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable make?"

Former Chief Yan Dao's laughter grew louder and more sinister. "You don't understand. You don't understand the power of the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable at all."

"Even without a physical body, it is no difficult task for someone in the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable to kill you."

"What's more, your physical body is quite decent."

A ball of flame flew out from Former Chief Yan Dao's soul. Yan Bei's expression changed, and he wanted to retreat, only to find that he could not.

The half-broken blade in his hand suddenly transmitted a powerful force. He felt as if struck by lightning, instantly losing his ability to move.

He watched helplessly as the ball of flame flew into his body and entered his soul.

Instantly, miserable shrieks echoed throughout this space.

Crack! Crack!

To the side, Lin Moyu held a handful of melon seeds, slowly cracking them, completely transforming into a spectator.

He hadn't expected to be able to watch such a wonderful show.

The previous clan chief actually wanted to kill the current clan chief, and even planned to possess him and take his place!

Crucially, the current clan chief had clearly been blindsided and was completely powerless to resist.

Under Former Chief Yan Dao's schemes, the possession would succeed nine times out of ten.

Lin Moyu could already see that Former Chief Yan Dao's scheming against the current clan chief, Yan Bei, was not something done overnight; he had been plotting for many years.

Barring any unexpected turn of events, Yan Bei was doomed.

Chapter 3077: Getting More and More Lively

Lin Moyu felt that Yan Bei was doomed—on the premise that he himself did not intervene, of course.

Naturally, he would not intervene. This was an internal struggle within their clan; what right did he, an outsider, have to interfere?

Even if he were to interfere, it wouldn't be now. It wouldn't be too late to act after the two of them finished fighting.

Yan Bei shrieked incessantly, but he did not give up resisting.

He felt he could still be saved, struggling frantically.

Bang!

Blood sprayed as Yan Bei severed his own arm, finally casting aside that half-broken blade.

At the same time, Yan Bei let out a miserable cry.

What was severed was not just his arm, but also his soul.

Only by abandoning this portion of his soul could he truly discard the broken blade.

This blade had been refined by him. Now that he wanted to discard it by force, he had to pay a price.