Chapter 242: Chapter 129: Celestial Dynasty, Destiny (Part 2)

So this was what an Immortal Sect was. When they made a move, they would first annihilate a city, then an entire country—even more tyrannical than any Extreme Cultivation Demon.

At least Extreme Cultivators only killed those who walked the Immortal Dao; they had never been so bloodthirsty and tyrannical toward mortals.

’Prince Xue? Why has he shown himself?’

The court officials couldn’t help but turn and stare.

Then, they witnessed an unbelievable scene.

In his Silver Robe, Prince Xue fixed his gaze on Red Fire Master and walked toward him, step by step. He neither knelt nor bowed, and his eyes were devoid of fear.

’Has he gone mad?’

How dare he act this way before the Profound Celestial Envoy, a Master?

"Snow, kneel at once!"

The ancestor of the Royal Race roared in anger.

’This is bad!’

’Ghost Face, you haven’t been exposed, have you?’

Just then, upon seeing Prince Xue, Soul Void Master’s heart lurched. He couldn’t help but glance at the Old Emperor. This feeling was his second Divine Technique, aside from his Outer Body Incarnation: Spiritual Sense.

Before calamity struck, his Spiritual Sense would know.

And right now, his Spiritual Sense was trembling, warning him to get away from Ghost Face—or a monstrous Calamity would befall him.

And so, without a moment’s hesitation, he fled.

He didn’t even bother to warn White Bone Arhat. Alone, he transformed into a black shadow that slithered along the ground, instantly covering hundreds of yards as he continued his escape.

’What in the world has gotten into Soul Void Master?’

’Exposed!’

’I’ve barely made a move, aside from that one time we ganged up on the Confucian Sword Immortal. How could I have been exposed? The Confucian Sword Immortal’s Divine Soul was annihilated. Besides, he never even knew I was the Old Emperor. When it comes to becoming someone else, I’m a professional...’

The Old Emperor cursed under his breath, furious.

White Bone Arhat nodded in agreement.

But in the next instant, Prince Xue’s icy words reached them, and their expressions twisted in shock, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

"I implore you, Upper Envoy, spare Daqi."

"An accounting."

"Our Daqi Country Master is the accounting you require!"

Prince Xue declared, cupping his hands in a salute.

He had no doubt whatsoever in Su Chen.

He was just that kind of person—passionate and true to himself, willing to trust someone without a single reservation.

"What?!"

’How does he know?’

At that, the faces of both White Bone Arhat and Ghost-faced Master twisted, their expressions turning savage. No matter what, this man had to die.

’He’s just one Red Fire Master.’

If they wanted to escape, he couldn’t possibly stop them.

’Kill this man, then we leave!’

’This man might have some means of seeing through my Divine Techniques. He cannot be allowed to live, or else the grand plan for the future...’

The killing intent of the two Core Formation Demon Children surged.

"Heh."

"What do you think you are? Do you think you’re worthy of speaking to me?"

"The sovereign of a country... what kind of accounting is that..."

But before Red Fire Master could even finish speaking...

BOOM!

Two terrifying, world-shaking figures struck, one from the left and one from the right. In that instant, the very heavens seemed to crack as Golden Core Divine Techniques erupted.

’What?’

’Two Core Formation Extreme Cultivators!’

’The Emperor!’

’That’s the Emperor! When was Your Majesty replaced...?’

In that moment, even Red Fire Master’s expression grew solemn.

Among the Ten Masters, he ranked last—far inferior to the Confucian Sword Immortal!

He could not handle two Extreme Cultivation Demon Children, not even if they were heavily injured...

And so, he unleashed the most powerful tool his Sect had given him for this mission.

"Martial Uncle!"

Red Fire Master roared.

"I implore you, Martial Uncle—kill them!"

On the Flying Vessel, the disciples of the Profound Celestial Sect roared along with him.

At that moment, wisps of Qi were drawn from their bodies and sent hurtling into the cabin of the Flying Vessel.

BOOM!

A tremendous sound erupted from the cabin of the Flying Vessel.

’What!’

’Could it be...’

The two Core Formation Demon Children’s faces contorted in horror. They tried to flee, but it was too late.

In the next instant, a Giant Sword, covered in mottled rust, shattered the Flying Vessel. It was wreathed in a murderous blood-Qi so dense it had solidified into what looked like crimson chains. Descending from the heavens, it slashed down heavily upon them.

’Sorry about this.’

’Good brother, I am still useful to the grand plan!’

’I’ll burn paper offerings for you in the future...’

Ghost Face’s expression turned vicious. He glanced at the trusting White Bone Arhat beside him and, without a shred of hesitation, backstabbed him, shoving him hard toward the Giant Sword.

In that instant, it seemed as if the very sky had been torn asunder.

A rain of blood fell from the heavens.

"NO!"

A terrifying, hundred-zhang-tall phantasmal Buddha erupted from White Bone Arhat’s body, but it was utterly useless.

He perished.

As for Ghost Face, he let out a wretched scream as the sword strike destroyed his physical body. Only a remnant of his soul managed to escape with its life, vanishing without a trace.

"We respectfully see off Martial Uncle!"

After Red Fire Master led the Profound Celestial Sect disciples in three consecutive bows, the mottled Giant Sword reluctantly returned into the Flying Vessel.

「In the Book Collection Martial Pavilion.」

The Sword Box trembled without end.

If Su Chen hadn’t been holding it down, it would have long since shot into the sky to clash with that mottled Giant Sword.

"Be still."

"It won’t be long."

"You’ll be just like it, drinking your fill of the blood of Immortals and Demons. With a single strike of Annihilation, you will shake the world and make all the Immortals and Demons of the Eastern Domain know your name."

Su Chen soothed.

Of the Extreme Cultivation Demon Children, one was dead and one had fled.

The accounting that the Profound Celestial Sect had demanded was finally considered paid.

Daqi would not be annihilated.

As was only logical, the ancestor of the Royal Race personally elevated Prince Xue to the position of Regent. Crown Prince Yi, meanwhile, was confined to his residence and forbidden from stepping outside.

The better part of his three thousand followers returned.

The Imperial City began to rebuild.

「That night.」

Prince Xue came to knock on the Gate of the Book Collection Martial Pavilion, wishing to express his gratitude to Su Chen. But Su Chen did not open it, choosing to avoid him.

He could see terrifying, ancient figures of resentment gathering around Prince Xue, thronging him, and screaming.

Perhaps they came from the thousands of mortal kingdoms that had suffered wanton annihilation by the Immortal Sects and Demon Sects over the past ten thousand years. Or maybe they were the lingering resentment of that horrifying Immortal Dynasty from ages past.

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