# 437
Chapter 437 – Universal Disarmament
“That’s…”
Baili Jing’s pupils shrank as he saw the familiar silhouette and the blood-soaked dark-blue suit; disbelief flooded his face.
“Impossible… It can’t be him… I checked his corpse over and over. Even the Rebirth Jade can’t bring the dead back! This can’t happen…” He stared, muttering.
Baili Xin narrowed his eyes at the figure stepping slowly from the elevator, brows knitted tight.
The lift light flickered, then died. The man in the Zhu Bajie mask walked calmly forward; the crimson-stained suit looked monstrous in the gloom.
He swept his gaze across the ravaged, chaotic hall; the eyes behind the mask contracted slightly.
Boom—!
Above the hollow floor, the furious clash between Lin Qiye and the Lion thundered.
Baili Pangpang raised his head to the figure fighting in the night sky. After a long silence the corners of the mask curled uncontrollably…
“Thank you…” he rasped, watching every member of Fifth Reserve fighting in every corner. The eyes that had lost all hope glistened faintly.
“You’re still alive?” Baili Jing descended the dais and stopped before him. “I crushed your heart; the Rebirth Jade never triggered. How did you come back?”
Baili Pangpang stared at that face, killing intent bleeding into the air:
“You’re not dead, Baili Xin isn’t dead, this filthy stinking Baili family still stands—how could I die? How… could I allow myself to die?”
His voice faltered; his gaze lifted to the sky. “Besides… someone up there is still waiting for me.”
“Seems you found some luck while away,” Baili Jing sneered. “No matter—since you delivered yourself, I’ll simply kill you again.”
Baili Pangpang gave no answer. He turned slowly toward the man on the high platform.
“Baili Xin… don’t you have anything you want to say to me?” His hoarse words echoed.
Baili Xin spared him a glance, then turned back to the chaotic battlefield.
“Kill him,” he said flatly.
Baili Jing laughed coldly. The jade ring poured over his body like tide, becoming a suit of cyan armor glinting softly.
He kicked off the floor and shot toward Baili Pangpang like lightning!
Baili Pangpang closed his eyes, burying the last trace of self-mockery and grief. The smiling Zhu Bajie mask lowered; he lifted a hand and pressed gently upon empty air.
“Array—arise.”
In the darkness a gigantic Taiji Eight-Trigram blossomed beneath his feet!
Black and white raced outward, in an instant covering the entire 166th-floor hall, spilling beyond its borders, climbing into the surrounding night sky.
A Taiji diagram the size of half the heavens rotated slowly.
Lin Qiye, still battling the Lion, saw the sudden sigil and frowned. He glanced down, spotted the blood-stained figure in the Zhu Bajie mask, and his pupils shrank violently.
His body shook uncontrollably.
The Lion flashed behind him, kinetic long-sword slashing.
“Get lost!” Lin Qiye roared; night behind him erupted, blasting the Lion away.
He didn’t pursue; he flashed straight toward the figure below.
In the hall—
“This aura… Sea realm?” Baili Jing’s eyes contracted. “You came back from death and broke into the Sea realm?”
At the center of the vast Taiji, Baili Pangpang regarded him calmly. Instead of answering he rotated his suspended palm as if turning an invisible dial backward…
“Invert Qian-Kun.”
Four soft words.
Instantly the trigrams Qian and Kun at north and south swapped places—Qian to the south, Kun to the north. The yin-yang fish reversed, spinning counter-clockwise.
Yin and yang overturned.
A mysterious law rippled outward!
The jade armor on Baili Jing shuddered, forcibly peeling away, reverting to a ring that shot toward Baili Pangpang at the diagram’s heart.
“My Jade Armor—how?!” Baili Jing watched in horror as the relic left him.
Baili Pangpang crooked a finger; the ring settled on his right thumb, glowing quietly.
Meanwhile every other relic in the hands of wielders below Infinity realm tore free—vases, cloaks, tortoise shells—all betrayed their masters, back-lashed their minds, and flew to him.
Deprived of power mid-fight against endless serpents, the wielders froze. The serpents’ fangs ripped half their bodies away in moments, swallowing them in a tide of scales.
Half the Baili family’s Zodiac elite perished in heartbeats!
Eight relics orbited Baili Pangpang, each radiating a different aura, guarding him silently.
One thought—Qian-Kun reversed.
Universal disarmament!
Even the Lion in mid-air felt his kinetic sword shudder; only constant mental suppression kept it from betraying him to Baili Pangpang.
So too Baili Xin upon the high dais.
Seldom fighting, the clan head was no weakling—anyone who could stock the family vaults had to be formidable. His pressure showed the peak of the Infinity realm.
While forcing down his own restless ultra-dangerous relics he stared at the Taiji’s center, mind reeling.
What power was this?
Eight top-tier relics seized in a blink?
Not an artifact’s effect—he was certain—yet he had never heard of a Forbidden Ruin so terrifying.
Without doubt it was the natural nemesis of the Baili clan!
“Th-this…” Baili Jing stood stupefied.
Before Baili Pangpang could move, a figure flashed in front of him.
Lin Qiye, wrapped in darkness, stared at the smiling Zhu Bajie mask, eyes shining.
“Pangpang, you’re okay?” His mental sweep caught the blood on the suit, the face behind the mask; his own darkened. “Your face…”
A smile formed beneath the mask; Baili Pangpang’s eyes reddened. “I’m fine, Qiye.”
He turned to the ruined hall, cracked lips parting. “Thank you… for not giving up on me.”
Lin Qiye clapped his shoulder. “Don’t be stupid. Even if the whole world abandons you, we stand by you.”
The words broke the dam inside; two lines of tears slid down the mask and dripped to the floor. He bit his lip to keep from sobbing, nodded hard.
“Hurting?” Lin Qiye asked.
“Yes.”
“Angry?”
“Mm.”
Lin Qiye’s mouth curved. He glanced at the shattered main tower. “Then let’s tear this place apart—together.”
Baili Pangpang wiped his eyes; resolve replaced grief.
“Let’s do it!”