Chapter 510: Paying the Tab for Everyone, No Credit Allowed

Just as Night Without Trace's claw was about to touch the chaos bell.

On the surface of the bell, six brilliant Inscriptions suddenly lit up.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan!

Five distinctly different Great Path Laws perfectly fused at this moment, turning into a world-destroying shockwave that slammed heavily into Night Without Trace.

Bang!

Night Without Trace felt as if he had crashed into an immemorial divine mountain.

That terrifying counter-force sent him flying backward instantly.

He flipped over a dozen times in the air before barely managing to steady himself.

He looked down.

His right hand was actually a bloody mess, with white bones exposed!

"This is impossible!"

Night Without Trace's face was filled with horror.

He possessed an Immortal Emperor body!

To be injured by an Immortal King Realm kid using a Magic Treasure?

"Five Inscriptions…"

Night Without Trace stared fixedly at the flowing light on the chaos bell, his voice changing pitch: "You actually collected five Inscriptions?!"

He had exhausted his efforts and killed so many people, yet hadn't obtained a single complete Inscription.

Yet this guy in front of him had quietly obtained five complete Inscriptions?!

Who the hell is the villain here?

Who is the Child of Destiny?

"What, are you surprised?"

Zhou Chen beckoned, and the chaos bell obediently fell back into his hand, spinning rapidly.

"Let me introduce myself."

Zhou Chen looked at Night Without Trace, the smile on his face gradually fading, replaced by an absolute dominance.

"My name is Lin Dong."

"I'm a robber."

"Now, hand over everything you have."

"Or, I'll beat you to death and take it myself."

The entire ancient battlefield of the Fourth Great Path fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

All those still alive, whether it was Ling Xiao and Xuanyuan Lan lying on the ground or the ordinary Prodigies trembling in the distance, all had their mouths wide open with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

What did they just hear?

This guy named Lin Dong is actually robbing Night Without Trace?

Robbing a fifth-level Immortal Emperor Devil Head?

Has the world gone mad?

"Hahahaha!"

Night Without Trace suddenly burst into wild laughter.

He laughed so hard he leaned back and forth, tears almost coming out.

"Good! Very good!"

He abruptly stopped laughing, and in those pitch-black eyes, a frantic killing intent surged.

"I admit, I misjudged you."

"I didn't expect such a big fish to be hidden among this group of trash."

Night Without Trace stretched out his blood-drenched right hand and licked it.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Five Inscriptions…"

"This is simply a gift from the heavens!"

"As long as I kill you, I can collect all the Inscriptions and attain the Dao as a Dao Ancestor!"

Boom!

The aura on Night Without Trace's body completely erupted.

This time, he held nothing back.

The terrifying pressure of a fifth-level Immortal Emperor, like a physical black tsunami, instantly submerged the entire world.

Within that black tsunami, a ten-thousand-foot-tall demon god phantom slowly rose.

That was his Manifestation of Heaven and Earth—Eternal Night Demon God!

"Die for me!"

Night Without Trace threw a punch.

The demon god phantom also punched along with him.

This punch shattered space and interrupted time.

The entire Fourth Great Path trembled violently under this punch, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Facing this world-destroying strike.

Zhou Chen did not dodge.

He just stood quietly in place, watching the massive fist getting closer and closer, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Flashy but useless."

He raised the qingping sword in his hand.

Without any superfluous movements.

He simply swung the sword once.

"Slash."

Buzz—

A cyan sword light lit up.

The sword light was not grand, only three feet long.

But the moment it appeared, all the light in the world paled in comparison.

It ignored spatial distance and the obstruction of Devilish Qi.

Like a hot knife through butter, it easily sliced through the massive demonic fist.

Then, it sliced through the demon god phantom.

Finally, it slashed onto Night Without Trace's true body.

Puchi!

A soft sound.

A thin bloodline appeared from the center of Night Without Trace's indestructible Immortal Emperor demon body's brow.

His movements froze.

The madness and killing intent in his eyes solidified in this instant.

"This is… Immortal Emperor Sword Intent…"

He squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

Crack.

Night Without Trace's body split down the middle, turning into two halves.

Blood sprayed across the sky, yet Night Without Trace did not die.

The vitality of an Immortal Emperor powerhouse is terrifyingly tenacious; even if the body is split, as long as the Divine Soul is not extinguished, they can still live.

The two halves of the body writhed in the air, trying to heal back together.

"Thinking of running?"

Zhou Chen snorted coldly.

The chaos bell flew out, expanding rapidly against the wind, instantly turning into a ten-thousand-foot giant bell, covering Night Without Trace's two body halves within it.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The bell chimed rapidly.

Every vibration contained the strangulating power of five types of Daos.

"Ah—!!!"

Night Without Trace's shrill screams came from inside the bell.

This was the pain of the Divine Soul being ground away bit by bit.

"This is just one of my Avatars. Lin Dong, is it? You just wait for me!"

Pleas for mercy, curses, and threats kept coming out.

But Zhou Chen turned a deaf ear.

He sat cross-legged in the Void Realm, his hands forming seals, continuously driving the chaos bell to refine him.

"Too much nonsense."

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The screams gradually subsided.

The chaos bell returned to palm-sized and flew back into Zhou Chen's hand.

Five primitive Inscriptions appeared faintly, flowing with a heart-palpitating Dao rhythm.

"Everyone, the show is over."

"It's time to pay the protection fee."

"Show some sincerity."

Zhou Chen weighed the small bell in his hand, his gaze scanning the crowd below who had long since turned to stone.

The ancient clan Prodigies, usually high and mighty, were now like quails with their necks grabbed, shrinking their heads, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Xuanyuan Lan lay in a pile of rubble, half his body charred black, the Water Cold Fan broken in two; Ling Xiao was embedded in the mud, his chest collapsed, breathing in but barely breathing out.

"What? Are you all mute?"

Zhou Chen slowly descended from the air, his toe tapping on a massive skull, making a crisp "tap" sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer smashing into everyone's hearts.

"When that Devil Head was about to kill you just now, every one of you screamed worse than a slaughtered pig. Now that I've killed him and saved your miserable lives, you can't even say thank you?"

Zhou Chen had a warm smile on his face, but in the eyes of the crowd, this smile was three times more terrifying than Night Without Trace just now.

After all, Night Without Trace wanted their lives, but this lord just said he was a robber.

"Th… thank you, Brother Lin, for saving our lives."

A Disciple from a second-rate Sect braced himself and stepped forward, tremblingly cupping his hands: "Brother Lin's righteousness in slaying demons is something we will never forget. If there is an opportunity in the future, we will surely…"

"Stop."

Zhou Chen raised his hand, interrupting him: "Don't give me that empty talk. 'Never forget'? Are you planning to pull out all your teeth to repay me? You're drawing a very round pie, but unfortunately, I don't like flour-based food."

The Disciple's face stiffened, and he stood awkwardly in place, neither able to leave nor stay.