Chapter 1845 - Frenzied Killing (1/2)
Chapter 1845: Frenzied Killing
Chen Yin, the prince of Eastern Region, was holding a b.l.o.o.d.y halberd, standing on the top of a crumbling mountain. He was injured after a b.l.o.o.d.y battle.
He scanned around. Everywhere he looked, there were tragic scenes of bodies and blood.
Most of the surviving Demi Saints and saints in the royal court of the Eastern Region were severely wounded. The Saint Bodies of some were on the verge of collapse.
The Saint cultivators, led by the Wayfarer and the Drifter were dressed in black robes. Their bodies and faces were shrouded by black mist.
Apparently, they did not want to be identified and leave behind any evidence to prevent being summoned before the Celestial Court and the Fane of Merits.
Black shadows were standing under the mountain. They did not continue their attack.
There was a hint of wariness in their eyes.
Earlier, Chen Yin had used a talisman to form a Light of Slaughter, killing a Nine-Step Saint King.
Light of Slaughter was so horrible that even figures as powerful as the Wayfarer and the Drifter had no confidence to counteract it.
The talisman was pa.s.sed down by the ancient ancestors of the Chen Clan. It was one of the fundaments of the Chen clan, and these fundaments were slowly being exhausted with each use.
Hua Cangying was flicking his white bone fan slowly as he stood like a gentleman in midair. “You will only bring extermination to the Chen clan by continuing resisting, Chen Yin. Why don’t you hand over the Four-Nine Mystic Arts, and we will spare your life as well as the Chen Clan?”
Chen Yin burst into laughter. “Spare our lives? You really think I am so naïve and will buy your c.r.a.p? Let me tell you, you won’t be able to exterminate the Chen clan. Even if I die, someone will revenge my death!”
“Pigheaded!”
A bald man, standing at nine feet tall, hissed. “Bring up the direct disciples of the Chen Clan. I am going to eat them alive in front of this prince of Eastern Region.”
As per his instruction, dozens of Chen Clan’s direct disciples were brought in front of the bald man.
The bald man’s cultivation base was no less powerful than the Wayfarer and the Drifter. This overpowering air of mightiness was forcing those direct disciples to kneel on the ground.
As the bald man shrieked, an ugly water chestnut grew on his head and became a beastly head the size of a millstone.
The beast head stretched out above those Chen Clan’s direct disciples, baring its fangs with a horribly b.l.o.o.d.y smell coming out of its mouth.
A young disciple of the Chen Clan became so afraid that he s.h.i.+vered and cried. “Help me, my Prince. I don’t want to die yet…”
Chen Yin looked furious. “All of you will pay for all this!” he roared.
But his protest sounded too weak and ineffective.
The nine-foot-tall half-human, half-beast being bit at the skull of that disciple, shook it before wolfing it down his neck.
It was a b.l.o.o.d.y scene.
“I will kill you!”
A Saint from the Chen Clan lunged out at the half-human, half-beast being despite Chen Yin had tried to stop him.
As he leaped into the air, his body ignited with golden crack lines appearing on his skin.
“A lower-rank Saint self-destructs the Sainthood source? Do you really think this suicide attack works? Dream on!”
The half-human, half-beast sneered, then summoned a silverish white bangle and hit that Saint from the Chen Clan, shattering his body.
The energy released from the shattered Saint Body changed direction and hit the direct disciples of the Chen Clan.
Boom, boom!
Those direct disciples were obliterated in a series of explosions, leaving behind a cloud of blood mist in the air.
Huo Cangying smiled and shook his head. “This is horrible! But you made your choice.”
Chen Yin’s eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingers dug into his flesh and blood oozed out. He had never been this enraged since he became the prince of the Eastern Region. He was going to kill every enemy in front of his eyes, whatever it took.
But he could not because his enemy was too powerful for him.
A rumble came all of a sudden as the Saint Qi and Precepts of Heaven and Earth shook violently.
Ancient inscriptions that looked like a spider web emerged from the ground beneath the palace of the prince of the Eastern Region.
The Wayfarer; the Drifter; half-human, half-beast being; Hua Cangying, and others were shocked. They quickly summoned their Saint Armors and robes to protect their bodies.
Then came Hua Cangying’s laughter. “Don’t worry, all of you. Mr. G.o.dcliff must have been the one who triggered the ancient inscriptions. The Eastern Region Holy City is in our—”
Pang!
A bolt of lightning from heaven struck the head of Hua Cangying and pulverized him.
This Nine-Step Saint King died instantly. Even his protective Saint Robe had been turned to ashes.
The only thing left of him was his broken white-bone fan. It dropped to the ground and went up in black smoke.
The other cultivators were quaking in their boots.
How could this be happening?
“Could it be that the person controlling the ancient inscriptions isn’t Mr. G.o.dcliff?” When those Saint-level cultivators attacking the palace of Eastern Region thought of this, their hearts sank, knowing that something was wrong.
On the other hand, the cultivators of the Eastern Region palace were overjoyed.
“It must be Lord AncestoYuhua who lights up the Tower of Flames and activates the ancient inscriptions. That’s great! Kill them all!”
“With the activation of the ancient inscriptions, all enemies are doomed.”
…
Right then, a majestic Saint Tower appeared above the Eastern Region Holy City.
Zhang Ruochen stood on top of the tower, overlooking the boundless land below. The terrains of Eastern Region Holy City looked like a map in his field of vision.