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Transcending the Nine Heavens

Chapter 1545: Once Wielding the Blade, How Can One Avoid Being Fish and Meat? 🗡️

Published: March 8, 2025

Mo Tianji said, "I can only say that if Li Xiong Tu can continue to live, his achievements will surpass yours, or perhaps be much greater."

Li Chunbo sighed heavily, "What you can say is already enough. My lifelong martial arts insights are all embodied in Li Xiong Tu; he is my heir... I have no regrets."

Mo Tianji finally understood why Li Xiong Tu's cultivation level had soared in such a short period. He asked, "What does Old Li plan to do regarding the people within the Li family?"

Li Chunbo scanned the hall, and everyone felt as if the Ancestral Patriarch's gaze was like thunder and lightning, penetrating their hearts. They couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to face him directly.

Li Chunbo sighed deeply, "Aside from a few limited individuals, the old, the weak, women, and children... my Li family is now filled with people who deserve to die! My efforts from years ago have been squandered completely, with not a shred of inheritance left. The original intent of founding the family was entirely abandoned thousands of years ago!"

His transmission trembled slightly, "Mo Tianji... when you plan the new world order... although slaughter is inevitable, and human nature is greedy and insatiable... I still hope that you can prioritize loyalty and filial piety in your considerations, thus..."

Mo Tianji's heart shook, and he raised his head to look at Li Chunbo.

Li Chunbo's eyes met his, those eyes that had seen the vicissitudes of the world, now filled with fatigue and desolation.

"This world has long made me feel disgusted and repulsed. I do not wish to stay in this world any longer, nor do I want to go to Nine Heavens Pavilion. I even wish to avoid meeting any old acquaintances... At this moment, all that is left is to fight to the death!"

Mo Tianji said no more.

Li Chunbo ceased his transmission.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the most brutal war is about to begin. I should wish you all rich martial fortunes and triumphant returns, but now, at this moment, saying such hollow words is not only meaningless but also irresponsible." Mo Tianji gathered his emotions, adjusted his tone, and spoke frankly to everyone present: "For the sake of the bloodline of our descendants, I must seriously say one last truth: Be prepared for death!"

The crowd gathered below all wore serious expressions.

"Today, Senior Li has entrusted such a heavy responsibility to me, Mo Tianji, and I can only do my utmost. However, the enemy is formidable, and the current priority is no longer about winning or losing in a moment but preserving the Li family's seeds, hoping for a day of resurgence. We must seize the opportunity to protect the bloodline descendants to escape. The means of protection can be summed up in two words—sacrifice!"

Mo Tianji said, "I solemnly remind you all one last time: each family is allowed only two people! Ideally, one! And as a piece of advice, do not try to play any tricks... right now, it is a great escape for our bloodline. The slight chance of survival bought with the sacrifice of the entire family... if any link within us has a problem, then... do not blame me for not warning you, as the only outcome will be total annihilation! I believe you all understand this point; do not attempt to take advantage of the situation, it will only exhaust both yourselves and others!"

The place fell silent. For a long time, no one spoke; everyone held their breath, and in an instant, the vast hall, densely packed with people, was deafeningly quiet, even a falling needle could be heard.

Li Wubo stood to the side, with Li Jue and Li Batian beside him. The three of them were evidently deep in thought, but what they were thinking only they knew.

"Now, let’s begin counting the numbers and dividing into combat groups. Please step forward those at the supreme level above eighth grade." Mo Tianji said calmly.

Li Chunbo was the first to step forward, followed closely by Li Xiangsi and a few others.

"Eight!" Mo Tianji frowned, "It should be a total of eleven, which means, in the previous battle, three eighth-grade supremes have already sacrificed... Among these eight, there are two severely injured ones, whose combat power is greatly diminished; excluding the four who just appeared today, including Old Li, this means... we've already lost over half of our combat strength in the previous battles!"