Chapter 1189: My Son is Here (2/2)

Execution!

Not a single being in the chaos recognized the character, but the intent it exuded clearly meant that of “execution”.

“Oh no, oh no!” shuddered the lizard-dragon in the abyss. “Why has Zhuo Bufan brought this treasure with him?? Once the Execution Token is displayed, any Hongmeng powerhouse in a lower world will be executed!

“Young lord, I’m afraid you’ll need to take to the field this time… He’ll kill me if I leave the abyss! But don’t worry, this token only affects those in the lower worlds who aren’t kings. It won’t affect you, you’ll be fine!” The lizard-dragon head and claw had already shrunk back—it didn’t dare show its face anymore.

The bloody light gleaming off of the token was lethal to it. Thankfully, as strong as the light was, it couldn’t reach into the abyss.

Lu Yun nodded gently and waved his hand. The Violetgrave sword answered him with rays of sword radiance.

“Ant,” snorted Zhuo Bufan to see Lu Yun draw his sword. “The Hongmeng creature cowering behind you is already so scared that it doesn’t dare come out of its hole. Are you in such a hurry to die?”

The Bridge of Forgetfulness was currently connecting hell to the chaos. It couldn’t budge from its task of ferrying the countless souls in the chaos to the kingdom of hell. The lizard-dragon was too frightened by the command token to do anything, so it was up to Lu Yun.

According to the lizard-dragon, though Zhuo Bufan was trash, he was still an expert beyond the chaos. His father was also a king.

However, Lu Yun grinned broadly. He flourished Violetgrave in a pretty gesture and put it away.

“Giving up?” Zhuo Bufan chuckled and reached out again, wanting to claim the Karmic Tree. To him, this treasure was far more important than a Hongmeng cultivator making a mess of things in a lower world.

“Nope.” Lu Yun shook his head. “My son is here.”

“Your son is here?” Zhuo Bufan blinked. “You’re not wanting to say that the Purple King is your son, are you? Trying to scare me with the same tactic twice? Let me tell you something, I’m taking this treasure today even if the Purple King really does come here!”

“Is that so?” A vaguely curious voice rose behind him as soon as he finished his declaration and a large hand wrapped around Zhuo Bufan’s throat.

To his great shock, something seemed to pick up his primary body in the far off Hongmeng and kicked him into the chaos, making him overlap with his replica.

Zhuo Bufan almost lost his mind with fright.

A king!

It was absolutely a premier king who’d made a move on him. Only a king could affect a primary body through a replica!

“The Purple… Purple King!” he shrieked, almost fainting dead away.