#513 · 513 of 549
Chapter 513: Rather Kill by Mistake Than Let One Go
Black robes, black hair, and a black moon between the brows.
He looked exactly like the avatar Zhou Chen had slain on the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path, but his aura was worlds apart.
If the avatar was a small stream, then the one before him was a boundless, vast ocean.
Immortal Emperor Realm Fifth Layer!
The Young Palace Master of the Eternal Night Demon Palace, Night Without Trace's true body!
He didn't release any Divine Ability; merely by standing there, the Law of the entire Duanhun Valley stopped flowing.
The wind stopped blowing, the clouds stopped moving, and even time seemed to freeze.
Thump! Thump!
The tens of thousands of Prodigies who had just been teleported out didn't even have time to steady themselves before they fell to their knees in swathes, like harvested wheat.
It wasn't that they wanted to kneel.
It was that terrifying pressure, which directly crushed their kneecaps and bent their spines.
Even the Elders of various clans and Immortal King experts waiting outside the valley were now pale-faced, kneeling and trembling on the ground, not even daring to lift their heads.
This was the might of an Immortal Emperor.
One person suppressing an entire world!
"Everyone."
Night Without Trace spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it exploded clearly in the depths of everyone's Soul.
"Hand over the Inscriptions."
"Otherwise, die."
Simple, direct, and domineering.
No nonsense, and no need for nonsense.
He came to kill, not to reason.
Zhou Chen mingled in the crowd, using the Divine Concealment Art to perfectly disguise his aura as an ordinary Immortal King Realm Cultivator.
Strong!
Too strong!
This is a true Immortal Emperor powerhouse!
Even though he now possessed eight Inscriptions and the Supreme Imperial Weapon, the chaos bell, he still felt like an ant before this power.
With just a single thought from the opponent, he would be reduced to ashes.
"Is this the price of acting tough?"
Zhou Chen gritted his teeth, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.
He deathly restrained all fluctuations within his body, no longer revealing even a hint.
Fortunately, at the moment of being teleported out, he had already used the System to completely shield the aura of all Inscriptions and had changed into a plain, common face.
"What? No one is speaking?"
Night Without Trace waited for three breaths.
Seeing that no one moved, a flash of impatience crossed his eyes.
"Since you don't want to hand them over, then all of you can die."
He slowly raised his right hand, palm down, and lightly pressed toward Duanhun Valley.
Rumble—!!!
The ground of the entire Duanhun Valley began to crack.
An invisible force of destruction descended from the sky, as if it wanted to erase every living being within these ten thousand miles.
"No! Demon Sovereign, have mercy!"
"We don't have the Inscriptions!"
"I am from the Taixu Palace, you cannot kill me!"
Desperate cries and wails rose one after another.
Xuanyuan Lan lay on the ground, his nails digging deep into the soil, his eyes full of despair.
Just out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth.
Is he really going to die this time?
Seeing that the destructive power was about to fall.
Everyone closed their eyes, waiting for death to arrive.
Zhou Chen's fingers had already gripped a Great Shift Talisman.
This was his last trump card. Although he didn't know if he could escape under the nose of an Immortal Emperor, he had to try.
At this critical juncture.
"Little brat of the Demon Palace, aren't you being a bit too arrogant?"
An aged but vigorous roar of anger came from the distant horizon.
Immediately after.
A brilliant golden light pierced through the sky like a sharp sword, ruthlessly stabbing into the darkness enveloping Duanhun Valley.
Rip!
That impending destructive force was actually torn open by this golden light.
The pressure suddenly decreased.
Everyone gasped for air, like drowning people finally surfacing.
Zhou Chen released his grip on the Talisman and let out a long breath.
They're here!
The old fellows of the Righteous Path are finally willing to show themselves!
An old man wearing a grey cloth Daoist robe with white hair and beard came walking through the Void Realm. He looked old, but with every step he took, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet.
The Grand Elder of the Xuantian Sect, Old Man Ku Mu!
Immortal Emperor Realm Second Layer!
"Ku Mu?"
Night Without Trace looked at the old man, a sneer of disdain curling his lips: "Just an old thing with half his body in the grave like you thinks he can stop me?"
"He alone cannot, but what if you add us?"
Another voice rang out.
In the east, purple Qi surged for thirty thousand miles.
A middle-aged man wearing a purple-gold Daoist robe came riding the clouds. It was the Palace Master of the Grand Void Palace!
In the west, Buddhist light shone everywhere as an old monk holding a Zen staff softly chanted a Buddhist name; it was none other than the Abbot of Wanfo Temple!
In the south, Sword Qi soared to the heavens.
A man carrying an ancient sword arrived on a flying sword; it was the Sect Master of the Sword Sect!
In the north…
One terrifying aura after another erupted in succession.
In just a few breaths, nine Immortal Emperor powerhouses had actually gathered in the sky above Duanhun Valley!
Although most were only at the first or second layer of the Immortal Emperor Realm, this lineup was enough to shake the entire Spirit Realm.
"Good! Very good!"
Night Without Trace looked at the nine Immortal Emperors surrounding him. Not only was there no trace of fear on his face, but he became even more crazed.
"Hypocrites of the Righteous Path, are you finally all here?"
"Saves me the trouble of finding you one by one."
"Today, I shall use your blood to sacrifice to my Eternal Night Demonic Technique!"
Boom!
The Devilish Qi on Night Without Trace's body completely erupted.
That originally pitch-black giant eye suddenly split open, turning into a demonic mouth that could swallow heaven and earth. Countless bolts of black demonic lightning gushed out from the mouth, transforming into demonic Dragons that pounced toward the nine Immortal Emperors.
"Form the array!"
Old Man Ku Mu shouted.
The nine Immortal Emperors attacked simultaneously.
Golden light, purple Qi, Buddhist light, Sword Intent… nine completely different powers of Law intertwined in the air, forming a massive prison of light that trapped Night Without Trace within.
The great battle was on the verge of breaking out.
"Run!"
Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.
The people below finally reacted.
When gods fight, Mortals suffer. In a battle of this level, the mere aftershocks could shake them to death.
Tens of thousands of people were like ants from a disturbed nest, frantically fleeing outward.
Zhou Chen mingled in the crowd, running faster than anyone.
Rumble—!!!
The sky was shattered.
Space storms raged, and the peaks of Duanhun Valley collapsed one after another.
Night Without Trace fought one against nine and didn't fall into a disadvantage at all. That terrifying demonic might even pressed the nine Immortal Emperors into a steady retreat.
"Is this the power of the fifth layer of the Immortal Emperor Realm?"
Zhou Chen looked back, lingering fear in his heart.
The gap was too large.
If it weren't for these nine old fellows joining forces, they would probably have been insta-killed by Night Without Trace in a single exchange.
Suddenly.
The fiercely battling Night Without Trace abruptly turned his head. Those pitch-black eyes pierced through layers of space, dead-locking onto the fleeing crowd.
"Stay here for me!"
Risking a direct hit from Old Man Ku Mu's palm, he forcibly split off a demonic hand and grabbed toward the most densely populated part of the crowd.
That palm covered a radius of a hundred miles.
It happened to shroud the area where Zhou Chen was located.
“Holy crap! I can even win the lottery like this?”
Zhou Chen's scalp tingled. He hadn't exposed his identity.
Night Without Trace clearly wanted to rather kill by mistake than let anyone go!
This devil is too ruthless!
Reader Discussion0 comments
Open discussion to load comments.