Chapter 658 – I Can Still Eat, No? (1/2)

Chapter 658 – I Can Still Eat, No?

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The Tianhai Divine Empress's soul was tens of thousands of li away, her Daoist technique was in Luoyang, and her body was in the thunderclouds. One against three, three Saints.

What remained on the peak of the Mausoleum of Books was her original body.

Even if she was the strongest person in the world, it could be presumed that under the condition where she was fighting three Saints, she had no means of producing any more strength to deal with any other enemies.

In other words, the her on the peak of the Mausoleum of Books was currently in the most defenseless state. If someone were to attack her original body, there was a chance of wounding her.

Tonight, many experts had come to the Mausoleum of Books.

They had still not entered the Divine Domain, and normally, they could not pose the slightest threat to the Tianhai Divine Empress, but now was different.

Of course, they first needed to ascend the Divine Path to the peak of the Mausoleum of Books.

But Han Qing sat below the Divine Path, just as he had for the past six hundred years.

Han Qing was very old.

He was a Divine General of the same generation as Qin Zhong and Yu Gong. He had sat in the Mausoleum of Books for six hundred years, his body covered in dust and speckled with rust, but could he still possibly withstand the collective attacks of these experts of the present era?

This was a question worth pondering, but he was clearly not considering it, because he was eating.

The green peppers fried with dried meat all come from that yard. He quietly ate, seriously ate, perhaps thinking about how two years ago, Xun Mei had stepped upon the Divine Path.

Based on what he had said earlier, it was precisely because Xun Mei had attempted to intrude upon the Divine Path on that night in pursuit of the truth that he had finally put down everything and broken into the Divine. Then, was this food a recollection?

No, this recollection fell in the even more distant past, because that elderly face had even deeper emotions.

The experts of the world had gathered, but he was quietly eating. Did this sort of disregard signify absolute self-confidence or something else?

Two years ago, when Xun Mei had stepped upon the Divine Path to meet his death, Mao Qiuyu had been outside the Mausoleum of Books. He had personally seen his junior brother die, but now, there was no emotion on his face.

The girl called Mu Jiushi, on the other hand, had a few hints of anger on her face. As for those concealed experts belonging to the noble clans and sects, who were now coming out of the darkness, they also began to grow angry.

The Qis of these experts, carrying their rage, gathered in front of the Divine Path.

Han Qing had no reaction. He was still calmly, silently eating as if this cold food was the world's most precious object.

In the river outside the Mausoleum of Books, the monoliths were shattered into pieces and scattered about the ground.

Wuqiong Bi stood amongst these broken monoliths, the resentment on her face gradually transforming into vigilance and unease, and ultimately, fear.

Tonight, of the Storms of the Eight Directions that had come to the Mausoleum of Books, Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke had died while Bie Yanghong was heavily injured. Only she still had her complete strength.

Earlier, when her husband had been heavily injured, she truly had been furious to the extreme and wished to attack. Even if Han Qing displayed an incomprehensible strength, with the assistance of those experts in the darkness, she believed that she could defeat him. However…no matter how hateful and harsh her gaze, Han Qing did not even glance at her.

Han Qing quietly ate.

The spear quietly rested by his side.

Thus, she began to fear.

”Help me up.”

Bie Yanghong lay amidst the broken monoliths, his face extremely pale, his breathing extremely weak, but his voice was still as calm as usual, containing an admirable strength.

He gazed up at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, his gaze resting on the Tianhai Divine Empress's figure, tinged with confusion and pain.

On the Tianhai Divine Empress's clothes was a slightly moist red petal. On her sleeve were several small holes made by ten-odd shooting stars.

In that bitter battle in the span of a single breath, he was one of the participants, and he clearly understood that these were the gifts left behind by Guan Xingke's death and his heavy injuries.

He also noticed one other problem.

Wuqiong Bi helped him up, the horsetail whisk in her hands faintly shaking, just like her voice. ”Let's just go.”

”Tonight, since I've already come here, I had no thoughts of leaving alive.”

Bie Yanghong calmly said, and then his fingers began to tremble.

The string hanging from his pinkie finger swished into the air, wrapping several times around his fingers.

He was so heavily injured that he didn't even have the strength to make a fist, so he tied all his fingers, binding them into a sort of fist.

This fist struck at the dried-up river bed.

Boom.