Chapter 1632 - Who is the King of Hell (2/2)

It was not a big gap, but it caused her to lose control of the circulation of her energy for a split-second.

This sort of change was undoubtedly fatal during a fight when both opponents were equally matched. Furthermore, this was a vicious battle taking place at the Divine Master level. Before Yao Die’s expression could even change, Divine Oracle was already violently tearing apart her power. It shot toward her like a venomous golden snake that dove straight at her heart.

BOOOOM————

It was as if a pitch-black star had erupted on Yao Die’s chest and she was carried away by the storm of darkness like a butterfly whose wings had been clipped, leaving a shocking trail of darkness in her wake.

This time she had noticed something with incredible clarity. Yun Che’s fingers had made a tiny movement the very instant that bizarre phenomenon happened.

Once… Twice… Thrice… Could it truly be a coincidence?

Just what exactly was it? Was it one of those auraless profound artifacts left behind by the gods?

Or perhaps it was a demonic art!?

But she was not the only person to notice this. There was also someone else.

Whooosh!

Yan Sangeng suddenly took to the skies, causing everyone to stare at him in shock. He faced Qianye Ying’er and spoke in an incredibly gloomy voice, “Let me help you.”

Yao Die’s body froze in midair. She pressed a hand against her chest, causing blood to flow out from between her fingers.

“Divine Oracle”, this was one of the divine artifacts that the gods had left to the Eastern Divine Region’s Brahma Monarch God Realm. Yao Die had long heard of it, but she had now personally experienced just how terrifying it could be.

However, she did not bother with the wounds that Divine Oracle had inflicted on her. She turned back and shot towards Qianye Ying’er at full speed. The butterfly images trailing behind her seemed to turn real for a moment. The divine might of a Witch started to radiate from her body once more and it did not seem any weaker than before.

Yan Sangeng suddenly pressed in. Now, a level nine and seven Divine Master were attacking Qianye Ying’er together!

Qianye Ying’er did not retreat a single step. In fact, her snowy face remained completely unmoved.

When it came to cultivation, Yan Sangeng was weaker than Qianye Ying’er by a small realm. But now that he was personally facing off against her, the pressure she was emitting was so heavy that it was suffocating. At the very least, this was not the sort of pressure that could be exerted by the difference of a single small realm.

His eyebrows twitched and he swiftly exchanged a look with Yao Die. The moment he neared Qianye Ying’er, his stance suddenly changed and he swept past Qianye Ying’er instead. He was shooting straight toward Yun Che.

At this moment, Yao Die unleashed all of her power, firmly restricting Qianye Ying’er’s movements and locking her down. She did not give Qianye Ying’er a single chance to escape or block Yan Sangeng.

As a level seven Divine Master and the leader of the thirty-six Yama Ghosts of the Yama Realm, Yan Sangeng definitely would not have believed that he would actually condescend to personally take action against a level seven Divine Sovereign. At least, that was the case before today.

But today, he had not only taken action, he had even launched such a quick and deadly attack.

He traversed dozens of kilometers of space in a single instant and Yun Che was now right in front of him. Yan Sangeng shot out a clawed hand, ripping open a pitch-black scar in the air in front of him.

The sound of space being torn apart was so shrill that it made everyone feel as if their eardrums were being torn apart over and over again. However, Yan Sangeng’s expression stiffened for an instant. Because his fingers had only hit empty air. Only the afterimage he had ripped apart was hanging in the air behind him.

After a brief shock that lasted such an infinitesimally short time that it was inconsequential, Yan Sangeng reacted as quick as heavenly lightning. He abruptly turned around and struck at the spot where Yun Che had reappeared in an exquisitely accurate fashion.

Rip!

His speed was several times more terrifying than it had been in that previous attack. The sound of space being torn apart was also several times more dreadful. But Yan Sangeng had once again only torn apart an afterimage.

His expression subtly changed and grayish-white death energy flashed through his eyes.

“A first-rate movement technique that may have been trained to the highest level. How admirable.” Yan Sangeng stared at the empty air in front of him as he praised Yun Che. He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the spot where Yun Che had reappeared. After that, he lifted his arm before pressing his hand down.

Shrill and miserable wails of resentment and despair suddenly rang out from an unknown space. It was as if a hundred thousand ghosts were wailing at the same time. The grayish-white image of a skeleton slowly coalesced into existence behind Yan Sangeng. At this moment, his skin and muscles turned a startling dusky gray and he seemed to be transforming into a dessicated corpse before their very eyes. Only his eyes glowed with a strange light that should not belong to a living person.

Those dreadful eyes locked onto Yun Che’s location and when he spoke, his voice was so raspy and hoarse that it was nearly unintelligible. “Come, let me see how you’re going to escape my grasp this time.”

As his words slowly fell, he was already rushing toward Yun Che. Even though his speed was still peerlessly fast and ruthless, it was a lot slower than it had been before.

However, thousands of ghosts seemed to be wailing every time he moved. It seemed as if the entire world had been transformed into a frightening ghostly realm.

Furthermore, Yun Che was right in the center of this ghostly domain. He felt as if innumerable ghosts were clinging to his body and he could not even move a muscle.

Yun Che dominating Tian Guhu with the cultivation of a level seven= Divine Sovereign was already an event that had shocked the world. But no matter what, there was no way he could resist a level seven Divine Master like Yan Sangeng. In front of the oppression created by absolute power, even the strongest movement techniques would be nothing more than a limp and powerless joke.

A long trail of gray energy stretched behind Yan Sangeng as his fingers shot towards Yun Che’s throat. Even when he was only several meters away, Yun Che still had not escaped yet… But it was obvious that he had been rendered completely immobile.

Just as Yan Sangeng was certain that Yun Che would fall into his hands, the Yun Che in his eyes suddenly enlarged.

The aura of a level seven Divine Sovereign erupted. However, it erupted in such an outrageously terrifying fashion that it was practically incomprehensible to Yan Sangeng. Before he even had time to feel any shock, a figure had already flitted by him. However, a flash of vermillion light remained imprinted in the depths of his eyes. It did not fade even after a long time had passed.

Yan Sangeng’s body froze in place and it seemed like the entire world had gone utterly silent.

He stood there like a stone statue before he slowly started to look down… A huge sword that shone with a muted vermillion light had pierced into his chest and exited his back. His entire body had been transfixed by this gigantic sword

His Divine Master body, a body that was even tougher than Stellar Divine Stones, a body that was being protected by a Divine Master’s profound energy, had put up no resistance whatsoever. The attack had slid through his protections as if they had not existed.

“What a fool.”

The coldest and most contemptuous voice Yan Sangeng had ever heard in his life rang out from behind him.

Yun Che thrust out his arm and the Heaven Smiting Devil Slaying Sword immediately shot through Yan Sangeng’s body and flew back into his hand. The body of the sword was not stained with a single drop of blood.

After that, the vermillion sword vanished into thin air. His back was still facing Yan Sangeng and he had not even looked at him once.

For a person whose cultivation had reached the Divine Master Realm, being run through by a sword definitely was not any sort of fatal injury. In fact, it could not even be called a serious injury.

However, Yan Sangeng simply stood there, as still as a statue. No blood ran from the hole that had been opened up in his body. Only a cluster of vermillion light silently shone from that wound and it did not look like it was going to disperse or fade away.

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