Divine Replication System

No longer did anyone dare to defend Sun Yan's faction.    

The martial cultivators from the neutral factions chose to remain detached observers, too afraid to get involved. In doing so, they hoped to at least save their own lives.    

The ease with which even an Emperor Level Elder met his end was a stark warning. Though it pained them to witness their comrades fall before their eyes, they had no choice but to turn away.    

They were not willing to risk their own lives for the sake of a fellow sect member.    

Many martial cultivators from the Wei Zhengzhen faction began to step up, singling out members of Sun Yan's faction.    

"Bastards, how dare you?!"    

"You won't die well!"    

"I, Hao Qi, will haunt you even as a ghost!"    

Isolated and overwhelmed with fear and rage, Sun Yan's faction erupted into curses. But their tirades were cut short as they fell to the ground, their blood staining the earth.    

Emperor Level Martial Cultivators from other factions had decided to intervene.    

They had no patience for the noise of these upstarts. If the East Saint Sect's martial cultivators were reluctant to turn their swords on their own, these outsiders were more than willing to do the job. To them, dispatching this group was as effortless as crushing ants.    

Puff, puff, puff...    

The sound of bodies falling punctuated the air.    

Many of Sun Yan's disciples met their end.    

Some younger martial cultivators, lured by the rewards promised by Di Gao Feng, turned on their own sect members.    

In an instant, the ground was awash with blood, corpses strewn everywhere.    

In the face of death, all were equal.    

Whether at the Void Martial Stage, Martial King Stage, or an Emperor Level Martial Cultivator, bodies were indiscriminately heaped upon the ground, left unattended.    

Before long, the majority of Sun Yan's faction lay slain.    

High above, Sun Yan, his condition deteriorating as he coughed up blood, was on the brink of collapse. Witnessing the carnage below, his face twisted in anguish, a look of resolute determination flickered in his eyes.    

To hold one's own in a one-on-four battle against opponents of equal rank, even if merely on the defensive, and to endure for such an extended period, is truly remarkable. Elemental Spirit, Wei Zhengzhen, and their peers couldn't help but marvel at the feat. Yet, as their admiration grew, so did their desire to kill. The stronger the adversary, the less they could afford to let him survive. Otherwise, should Lin Xuan escape, a deep-seated enmity would be forged, placing them in peril.    

Before they could launch another assault, their expressions shifted dramatically. They hastily retreated, their faces etched with dread. The reason for their fear was clear: Sun Yan had undergone a transformation. Despite his severe injuries, disheveled hair, and blood-stained body, his aura was surging, becoming increasingly wild. Tornadoes that could tear through the Void swirled around him, threatening utter destruction. His body swelled, his limbs thickened, his veins bulged, making him resemble a ghastly fiend.    

"Sun Yan, y-you..." one stammered in disbelief.    

"Sun Yan, you actually dare to self-detonate! Have you lost your will to live?" another exclaimed.    

"Sun Yan, self-detonating the Profound Core means certain death. Think it through!" they urged.    

Their faces were painted with horror, a stark contrast to their previous aggressive stance. They knew that self-detonation was an irreversible path to death, yet its destructive potential was immense. Such an act would unleash an energy so vast it could surpass those of the same rank, and even higher-ranking martial cultivators might fall victim.    

A self-detonation at the pinnacle of the Emperor Level was unprecedented in the history of the Dongyuan Continent. The magnitude of such an explosion was beyond comprehension, and none of them could withstand it. Just perceiving the tremors of its impending force sent shivers down their spines. A single misstep could lead to their collective demise right there and then. With promising futures and long lives ahead, none wished to be dragged down with him.    

"You dare to slaughter my kin and exterminate my disciples!"    

Since I'm facing a dead end, I might as well take a few of you down with me!    

You were all so cocky just a moment ago, weren't you?    

Come on then, don't run away!    

Hahaha..."    

Sun Yan's face twisted into a manic grin as he laughed uncontrollably.    

Clearly, upon witnessing the massacre of his own lineage and finding himself besieged by four Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, Sun Yan could foresee his dire fate.    

Without a second thought, he was ready to self-destruct, determined to take Wei Zhengzhen and his companions down with him.    

He desperately pushed his cultivation technique to the limit, sparing no expense to unleash the full burst of energy from his Profound Core.    

The power he wielded at that moment was many times greater than his peak condition.    

"How wonderful it would be if this were my true strength!" he thought wistfully.    

But the sharp pain emanating from his Dantian snapped him back to reality.    

He was acutely aware that his Dantian was riddled with cracks, fracturing more with each passing moment.    

This overwhelming and unprecedented force was as ephemeral as a reflection in a mirror or a moon on the water—beautiful but fleeting, and not meant to last.    

He knew he couldn't squander this power.    

With a savage look, he charged at Wei Zhengzhen and the others.    

Bolstered by the self-detonation, his strength had soared, and his speed now far exceeded his previous capabilities.    

Wei Zhengzhen and the other three Emperor Level Martial Cultivators were no match for Sun Yan.    

The gap between them closed rapidly.    

When Wei Zhengzhen and his peers realized what was happening, terror gripped them, their courage shattering as if their very souls were dissipating.    

Sun Yan's blistering speed and the formidable aura he exuded shattered their understanding of the Emperor Level's pinnacle.    

At this point, the notion of fleeing separately was no longer an option.    

They now understood the true horror of a self-detonation at the Emperor Level's peak—utterly unstoppable among their ranks.    

Should Sun Yan catch up, all four were likely to meet their end.    

Wei Zhengzhen, in particular, was one of the main instigators behind Sun Yan's lineage's downfall.    

Faced with certain death, Sun Yan would never let Wei Zhengzhen escape his wrath.    

In the midst of such dire circumstances, four individuals instinctively thought of the same person for salvation.    

That person was Lin Xuan.    

Confronted with Sun Yan on the verge of self-destruction, they were utterly defenseless.    

Their only hope lay with the enigmatic Lin Xuan, whose depth was immeasurable and who was rumored to possess the might of a Half-level Emperor.    

They quickly redirected their course, rushing toward Lin Xuan's position.    

It was a strategic move to lead the disaster elsewhere.    

They might face Lin Xuan's reprimand later on.    

But that concern was for later; their immediate priority was to preserve their lives.    

"Senior Lin, save us!"    

"Senior Lin, this man intends to self-destruct, and we cannot hold him off. We need your intervention!"    

"…"    

As they fled, their cries for help echoed loudly.    

Sun Yan, in hot pursuit, shifted his focus to Lin Xuan.    

His eyes were a fierce red, his body stained with blood, and his skin began to show signs of fissuring.    

He was rapidly reaching a point where he could no longer contain the overwhelming power surging beyond his control.    

Yet, that power continued to grow, seemingly without limit.    

His demeanor turned increasingly volatile, like a volcano on the brink of eruption.    

Still, he was lucid enough to recognize Lin Xuan.    

With the boundless strength coursing through him and facing certain demise, he had lost all semblance of reverence for Lin Xuan.    

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