I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 388 - 72: The Immortal Race Emperor, Perishes! I Do Not Accept Threats
Chapter 388: Chapter 72: The Immortal Race Emperor, Perishes! I Do Not Accept Threats
The aura of Chaos brushed across the golden leaves, making them sway as if they were Scriptures explicating the Great Dao, echoing through the Boundary Sea.
Countless golden lights were born from the great tree and converged into one, shooting straight towards the Immortal Race Emperor as though to penetrate through the ages, shattering the history of past and present, obliterating all in its path.
This was an attack of ultimate tyranny, where all forces were gathered into a singular strike of unparalleled offense.
In this attack, Battle Qi, Mana, True Qi, Qi-Blood... everything was burning and boiling.
This attack, exhausting all strength without the slightest reservation, was domineering and decisive.
This attack, condensing millions of assaults into one strike, would result in either the enemy’s death or his own, without any leeway for an alternative outcome.
Such willpower, the Immortal Race Emperor felt it.
He sensed the threat of death; at this moment, the Immortal Race Emperor’s thought process was more active than ever before, observing the dazzling spearhead, he couldn’t help but exclaim.
"What a magnificent Tyrant Spear!"
With a palm extending into the void, a pristine longsword as pure as driven snow was grasped in his hand.
Engraved on one side of the sword were the sun and moon, the cycles of heaven and earth, the birth and death of all beings, while on the other side were depictions of the Hundred Clans submitting and all creatures worshiping in unison.
This was a War Sword forged during the most prosperous time of the Immortal Race, a symbol of their glory, and he utilized it without hesitation.
His arm swept downward.
It was like a rolling galaxy flowing forward in the Boundary Sea, but within this stretch of the galaxy was neither water nor stars.
Instead, there were strands of extremely fine, jumping Sword Light; some long, some short, some opening, some closing, some moving, some still. Some converged to form tributaries, others twined to create a Sword Array.
Many more continually leaped and cycled endlessly, weaving an endless world of Sword Light capable of enacting ceaseless slaughter and destruction.
With one slash, three thousand worlds were born and extinguished!
Yet such profound swordsmanship was merely the surface of this sword.
After slaying four top kings of the Immortal Race, Liang Hui saw such a sword once again.
Eight hundred years had passed, and he finally witnessed the core of this sword.
In that instant, it seemed as though an endless scroll of the ages had unfolded before him; Liang Hui thought he saw the Immortal Race administering Heavenly punishment across the Wilderness.
He saw the vast and endless banners of the Immortal Race’s armies, and witnessed the annihilation of clan after clan.
This sword represented the merciless will of Heaven.
It was the spirit of the Immortal Race.
It was the past, the present.
It was the ten-billion-year history of the Immortal Race, the lives of all Immortals from ancient times to the present!
This sword was the agent of Heavenly punishment upon the living and the redeemer that granted equality to all beings!
"This sword is exceptional," remarked Liang Hui, as various scenes flickered through his eyes, culminating in admiration.
And in that moment, spear and sword.
Met!
Boom!
An indescribable explosion, a thunderous roar; even Emperors were rendered briefly deaf.
At this moment, all the Emperors stopped in their tracks, knowing any further action was futile.
Either the Human Race’s High Priest would die, or the Immortal Race Emperor would fall.
The Emperors opened their eyes wide, observing intently, barely catching a glimpse of the golden light before it vanished.
A sense of foreboding emerged in their hearts as they stared fixedly at the epicenter of the explosion and roar.
Time passed, and the brilliance gradually faded, revealing the vast expanse of Chaos.
A slender figure, wielding a Golden War Lance, was lifting a large corpse.
The Immortal War Spear, entering from the chest, with pale silver blood trickling down the shaft, staining the young man’s arm, marking his robe with specks of silver.
"The Immortal Race Emperor has been defeated!" The Wing Clan Emperor murmured to himself, feeling momentarily disoriented, as if in a dream.
The supreme being of the Immortal Race, who had once slain Emperors in ancient times, had been slain by a junior and now hung suspended in mid-air.
Not just the Wing Clan Emperor, but all Emperors felt this way.
If the death of the Asura Clan Empress could be considered an ambush, then the Immortal Race Emperor had indeed been slain in fair combat by the Human Race High Priest.
Sigh~
Liang Hui felt the cracks emerging beneath his robes and the almost depleted Qi-Blood in his body, his expression unchanged as he slightly bent his arms downward.
With each inhalation and exhalation,
he stirred the Chaos Aura for billions of miles around.
In an instant, as far as his gaze reached, all the Chaos Aura was drawn away by him.
Under his extremely formidable will, it was crushed into the purest energy, nourishing his withered physique.
In a hundredth of a moment, the cracks on his body disappeared.
In a tenth of a moment, his depleted Qi-Blood began to replenish.
In a moment, Liang Hui had returned to his peak condition, his gaze calmly sweeping over the Emperors, as if no one else was present, he collected the corpse of the Immortal Race Emperor.
This was the path of cultivation he walked: spirit, Qi, and blood as one.
Combat strength was secondary; recovery ability and endurance were truly the strongest.
However, few creatures could force him to this point.
At this moment, the Emperors observing the young man were even more shocked, knowing full well what the other had just done, making them all the more astounded.
In less than a breath’s time, his injuries had already recovered, meaning that the Immortal Race Emperor had died in vain.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a ghostly figure retreated at high speed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The Ghost Race Emperor had left, the message conveyed was very clear.
This encirclement and suppression, the Ghost Race would no longer partake in.
"Useless!"
"Coward!"
"Fool!"
Emperor after Emperor cursed under their breath, at this moment it was not so easy to simply want to retreat.
For ninety million years, the Hundred Clans and the Human Race had already formed deep-seated enmity; only with the complete downfall of one side would everything end.
And right now, was undoubtedly the last chance.
Although the other party had formidable combat strength and was extremely strong in recovery, they could still kill him if they attacked together.
After all, as long as they could seriously injure the other party and prevent his recovery, tearing apart his flesh, they could still achieve it.
The most difficult problems now were how to make the Human Race High Priest stay and fight to the death, and who would sacrifice themselves to frontal entangle the young man.
As the most outstanding heroes among the countless trillions of beings, they immediately analyzed the situation at hand.
The Emperors’ expressions grew even more somber, many of them wanting to leave, ready to relocate.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
A figure wearing silver-white Battle Armor, with skin as white as snow, walked out from behind the Emperors.
"Sirs, this is a crisis for the Hundred Clans unprecedented in ancient times: either be exterminated or survive, there is no other choice."
"Or do you think there is an opportunity to drag the world away with you, that as long as we part ways, all will perish."
The Celestial Race Emperor, with a calm demeanor, analyzed the current situation.
His gaze directly on the young man, his tone cold and chilling.
"High Priest, stay and fight us to the death, or we will no longer consider the so-called ancestral lands."
"Even if the ancestral lands collapse today, we will see you slain."
Liang Hui slung the War Spear on his back, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, a serious expression on his face, word by word:
"I do not accept threats, never have in the past, not now, and it will be the same in the future."
"As for the mistakes you committed, the acts you carried out, I will repay them a thousand, a hundredfold."
He turned around!
Leaving his back exposed, he walked towards the Central Great Realm with long strides.
For a time, the atmosphere in the void became incredibly oppressive, each Emperor watching the young man’s retreating figure, caught in struggle and hesitation.
Using the Human Race to threaten the person before their eyes, futile!
"Mercy of the Buddha,"
"Please, High Priest, stay your steps!"
