Chapter 490: Killing with a Borrowed Knife, the Self-Cultivation of a Sneaky Schemer

Xue Yi was just about to act when the giant demon face on the altar grew impatient.

"Enough!"

The Demon Emperor Remnant Soul roared, and the terrifying sound waves made the entire underground space tremble: "Two ants who don't know the depth of death, how dare you ignore this seat? Both of you, die!"

"Boom!"

The altar shook, and a black demon palm that blotted out the sky condensed out of thin air. Carrying a world-destroying Aura, it not only swatted toward Zhou Chen but also enveloped Xue Yi, who had just entered.

This palm contained the power of the Immortal Emperor level dao principle, and the space was crushed and cracked inch by inch.

"Senior, he is your successor! Are you going to hit him too?"

Zhou Chen shouted loudly while retreating.

Xue Yi's expression changed even more drastically. He hurriedly held up the Token in his hand and shouted: "Devil Emperor Senior! I was sent by the Demon Palace to accept the Legacy! I have the Token!"

However, the Demon Emperor Remnant Soul didn't listen at all.

"Legacy? This seat isn't fully dead yet, Legacy my ass! Since you're here, both of you can be nourishment for this seat!"

Under Zhou Chen's interference, the Demon Emperor Remnant Soul actually began to act unpredictably, and the demon palm came crashing down.

"Damn it!"

Xue Yi cursed and had to give up on attacking Zhou Chen, turning instead to use all his strength to resist the demon palm falling overhead.

The Devouring Heaven Devilish Qi within him erupted, transforming into a giant Blood-colored Skull that braced itself against the palm.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, Xue Yi was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the rock wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Even at the Tenth Layer Immortal King, he still appeared somewhat powerless against an attack from a Third Layer Immortal Emperor.

On the other side, Zhou Chen appeared much more composed.

He stepped on the Void Realm, his figure flickering like a ghost, managing to avoid the core power of the demon palm at each critical moment. The chaos bell hovered above his head, shedding ten thousand rays of golden light to block all the aftershocks.

"Brother Xue Yi, are you doing okay?"

Zhou Chen stood at a distance and actually had the leisure to tease him: "If you can't handle it, just ask for help. I, your big brother, won't laugh at you."

"You shut up!"

Xue Yi crawled out from the pile of rubble, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a sinister look: "Old thing, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! Since you refuse to give it, I'll take it myself!"

He suddenly crushed the Token in his hand.

"Buzz!"

A strange blood-red light erupted from the Token, instantly shooting toward the altar. This was the backup plan Demon General Mo Yubai had given him, a Formation Hub specifically designed to suppress the Demon Emperor Remnant Soul.

However, just as that blood light was about to touch the altar's Formation core…

"Crack."

A crisp sound of shattering rang out.

On the ground around the altar, several inconspicuous runes suddenly lit up. These runes formed a small Interference Formation, blocking the exact path of the blood light.

The blood light hit the runes, flickered a few times, and then… was extinguished.

"What?!"

Xue Yi's eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief: "The Formation failed? How is that possible? This was personally refined by the Demon General!"

He suddenly turned to look at Zhou Chen, only to see Zhou Chen covering his mouth with a look of "surprise."

"Oh my, how did this Formation break? Brother Xue Yi, did you buy this Token from Pinduoduo? The quality is really poor."

"It was you!!"

Xue Yi reacted instantly, his hand shaking as he pointed at Zhou Chen: "You're the one who tampered with it!"

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Zhou Chen spread his hands: "I've been standing here without moving. Which eye of yours saw me tamper with it? It's clearly just your own bad luck."

In fact, long before Xue Yi arrived, Zhou Chen had already set traps around the altar.

He had guessed that Xue Yi would surely have a means to control the remnant soul; how could he let him succeed?

"Roar—!"

At that moment, the Demon Emperor Remnant Soul completely went berserk.

Although that blood light failed to suppress him, it had thoroughly enraged him.

"You want to plot against this seat? You all must die!"

The Demon Emperor Remnant Soul roared, and the entire altar began to disintegrate as endless Devilish Qi condensed into a demon god phantom Ten Thousand Feet tall.

This demon god held a pitch-black demon sword and delivered a sweeping strike toward the two of them.

This sword strike was unavoidable!

"Fuck!"

Xue Yi cursed. At this moment, he couldn't afford to settle scores with Zhou Chen.

Facing the berserk Demon Emperor Remnant Soul, he would definitely be heading toward a dead end if he were alone.

"Lin Dong! Team up with me!"

Xue Yi roared through gritted teeth: "If you don't want to die, strike together! Kill this old thing first, and we'll settle our account later!"

The corner of Zhou Chen's mouth curled up slightly.

This was the result he wanted.

If he were alone, taking down this Demon Emperor Remnant Soul would take some effort and might even require using his trump cards.

But now with Xue Yi as a free meat shield and fighter, it was a different story.

"Fine."

The qingping sword in Zhou Chen's hand vibrated, and Sword Intent soared into the sky.

"Since Brother Xue Yi has spoken, I'll reluctantly give you a hand."

"Go!"

With a low shout from Zhou Chen, the two attacked simultaneously.

Xue Yi turned into a blood-colored rainbow, recklessly charging at the front of the demon god phantom. His Devouring Heaven Demonic Technique operated to its limit, frantically devouring the surrounding Devilish Qi in an attempt to weaken the opponent's power.

Meanwhile, Zhou Chen's figure flashed, using Space Law to appear behind the demon god phantom.

"Void Destruction Slash!"

The qingping sword drew a strange arc, directly cutting through the Void Realm and slashing toward the demon god phantom's nape.

"Rumble!"

An earth-shattering battle erupted completely at the bottom of this abyss.

Only, Xue Yi didn't know that while he was desperately outputting to draw aggro, his "ally" behind him was slacking off while staring greedily at the increasingly weak demon emperors origin power on the altar.

"Fight, fight, put in a bit more effort."

Zhou Chen hummed a little tune in his heart.

"Roar—!"

The demon god phantom's pitch-black giant sword, carrying heavy Devilish Qi that seemed capable of crushing eternity, cleaved down toward their heads.

The space at the bottom of the abyss was already unstable, and when the wind from this sword strike swept past, the surrounding rock walls fell like tofu dregs.

"Lin Dong! You attack the left flank, I'll tank the front! Don't hold back, or we'll both die here!"

Xue Yi roared, his black robes bulging from the Devilish Qi erupting within him.

He suddenly pushed his hands upward, and the Blood-colored Skull phantom, which was originally only the size of a normal person, expanded with the wind, instantly becoming Ten Thousand Feet in size.

Two blood-red pillars of fire erupted from the empty eye sockets, forcefully bracing against the falling demon sword.

"Brother Xue Yi is so righteous! This kind of dirty work really has to be done by you. I'll go cut off his retreat!"

Zhou Chen's words sounded full of passion, but his movements were not hesitant at all. His figure was like a greased loach, swooshing right into a nearby void crack.

"Boom!"

The demon sword slashed heavily onto the Blood-colored Skull.

Xue Yi felt as if a Primeval Divine Mountain had smashed into his chest. His throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost sprayed out.