Chapter 325: I Must Have Heard a Piece of Fake News (1/2)

Chapter 325: I Must Have Heard a Piece of Fake News

Translator: E.3.3.Editor: Vermillion

A flash of light rapidly glided across the sky with an astonishing speed, bringing with it an ear-piercing explosion that blasted everyone's eardrum.

This streak of light dashed out from the Imperial City of the Light Wind Empire. Without a moment of pause, it had already flashed past several cities.

Every resident in the cities lifted up their heads in surprise to peer at the ray of light flashing across the sky.

Amidst the heavily wooded mountains, a short-haired figure sprinted forward. Waves of true energy swirled around his body with the force of a ferocious dragon, extremely domineering.

Without a warning, his bolting figure came to an abrupt halt. He lifted up his head and gazed at the sky only to see a streak of light flicker by. A trace of perplexity immediately flashed across his eyes.

”What is that? Seems like it flew out from the direction of the Imperial City of the Light Wind Empire…”

The short-haired man frowned and thought to himself. He had charged, at full speed, to the Imperial City of the Light Wind Empire all the way from Illusory Spirit Swamp because he received a disturbing message—that the Shura Sect demons had colluded with the rebels and was drawing nearer to the Imperial City.

There seemed to be a ninth grade Supreme-Being amongst those Shura Sect demons; the Empire's army was simply no match for it. If he didn't get there soon, the entire city may be flattened by the enemy.

Taking in a deep breath, he exerted his physical mantra once again and sprinted towards the Imperial City. His body flashed across the heavens, causing a series of explosions to break out.

Having reached the Supreme-Being stage, he could fly at a supersonic speed.

…

Both Ji Chengyu's and Zhao Musheng's faces were filled with terror.

Receiving the news that the Venerable Master had fallen, they were once again reminded of the horror of Fang Fang's Little Store. The memories of being humbly subdued back then in the store flooded their minds.

Sure enough… their ominous presentiment of disaster was proved right.

That damned store obviously survived, and more alarmingly… finished off a ninth grade Supreme-Being of the Shura Sect.

”So the Venerable Master is just gone?” Zhao Musheng muttered dully.

Though petrified, a small part of him still refused to accept this outcome. He yearned for sweet revenge on Bu Fang, who earlier had wounded him and driven him entirely out of the Imperial City. He wanted Bu Fang to pay for all of his losses.

He supposed that with the Shura Sect Venerable stepping out, Bu Fang would surely have to beg for mercy this time.

Yet the truth was always so cruel and felt like a slap across the face. The defeat this time had utterly shattered his will to further seek vengeance. Even a Supreme-Being was exterminated in this store, so on what basis could he secure a win to save his face?

Were it him confronting the Supreme Beast… he couldn't have possibly survived for more than a minute.

”Hahaha!”

Up on the walls, Ji Chengxue was given the same piece of news. After the momentary shock at first, he couldn't help bursting into a merry laughter.

His chortling lingered in the air, reverberating through the city gates, allowing everyone's facial expressions to relax accordingly.

All the officials of the Light Wind Empire up on the walls sighed in relief as the nervousness on their faces faded away.

Xiao Yue and Xiao Meng exchanged looks and discerned the sense of liberation in each other's eyes—as if a great weight has been lifted from their shoulders.

Xiao Meng's colorless complexion even appeared less ghastly.

Yet the face of every solder in Ji Chengyu's army had now become as pale as a ghost. If the invulnerable Venerable Master was crushed, how could they ever conquer this Imperial City?

They came off as invincible in every previous battle, but largely owing to the assistance from the Venerable Master. Now that their indestructible supreme warrior had perished, could they still…triumph on the battlefield?

Without a second of hesitation, Ji Chengyu immediately ordered the army to retreat.

A loud splash.

Ji Chengyu's army down below backed off in an orderly fashion, fleeing from the Light Wind's Imperial City.

The two Blood Guards in Ji Chengyu's troop were still dumbfounded.

How can this be possible?

How could the Venerable Master die?

There was only a ninth grade puppet in the store. Even though the puppet was very strong, as a team the two of them could certainly rival it… The Venerable Master, with a cultivation at the intermediate stage of Supreme-Being, should be able to subdue that puppet in a heartbeat.

As for that black wok… no matter how special it was, a black wok flung by a sixth grade Battle-Emperor could not be the cause of the Venerable Master's death.