I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 392 - 76 Liang Hui: For me, it was the backboard

Liang Hui stepped forward, and in just one step, he arrived in front of the world barrier.

He reached out with his palm, feeling the viscous texture coming from all directions.

"Ha!"

The young man couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.

He took another step, both domineering and brutal.

Boom!

The barrier of the Central Great Realm shattered for millions of miles.

The young man entered the world, sensing changes made deep within Heaven’s Will.

The smile on Liang Hui’s face grew wider, but his eyes held no trace of amusement, only coldness and fierceness.

With one step, he was already in front of the Ancestor Hall and pushed open the grand doors to enter.

The familiar palace, the familiar kings, but there sat a strange middle-aged man on what belonged to his Imperial Throne.

Silence filled the palace, all the kings hung their heads low.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

His crisp footsteps were exceptionally clear at this moment.

A tall figure passed by each king, walking towards the Imperial Throne.

With each step he took, a king collapsed to the ground, their Taoism Enlightenment destroyed, souls dissipated.

The kings wore expressions of terror, trembling but daring not make any other moves.

By the time Liang Hui arrived in front of the delicate-looking man, eight kings had fallen.

Eight hundred years of accumulated kings had almost all perished overnight.

"High Priest, I am not—"

Without waiting for him to finish, a fair hand had already pressed onto his head.

Bang!

Blood and bones splattered everywhere, Taoism Enlightenment and soul, extinguished.

He died just like the eight kings before him, no different whatsoever.

Liang Hui crushed the headless corpse under the Imperial Throne with a kick.

Then, he took out a brand new Imperial Throne from his storage space and slowly sat down.

With one hand supporting his chin, the young man looked at the kings with a smirk, not quite smiling.

"Do you all think I am easy to talk to?"

"Modifying the world settings I have set in place, changing the arrangements I’ve made."

"Were you trying to block me out of the world?"

Boom!

Silent thunder echoed in the hearts of all kings.

They knew nothing of this.

And the one who could change the High Priest’s arrangements and world settings in the entire Central Great Realm was only one person.

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Before the kings could ponder further, a man in Crimson Armor, robust aside from a missing right arm, stepped forward.

This man, apart from his missing right arm, bore a nearly perfect stature.

At this moment, the man in the Crimson Armor, with a calm face, confronted Liang Hui directly.

"High Priest, whether it is altering your arrangements or modifying the world settings, I am solely responsible."

"Please, High Priest, execute me and quell your rage."

The man knelt on one knee with a sincere voice.

Liang Hui looked down at the kneeling king.

He knew him; the man had fought numerous times in the outer world battlefields, engaging in relentless combat, his body bearing many scars from Taoism injuries, that arm having been lost in a fight with the Celestial Race.

"Hey, it seems you have quite a few loyal people."

Liang Hui shifted his gaze to the man in the Crimson Armor beside him, his voice low:

"Am I right, Emperor Fu Yue?"

Alas!

A light sigh.

An old man dressed in a dark Imperial Robe appeared beside the man in the Crimson Armor.

With a wave of his sleeve, the man in the Crimson Armor was sent floating back into the crowd.

"Their loyalty lies only with the Human Race."

"As an Emperor, don’t you represent the entire Human Race?" Liang Hui asked with a light laugh, though his eyes bore no trace of mirth.

He withdrew his palm from his jawline and rested it on the armrest, gazing at the silent elder, his eyes gradually narrowing.

"Are you so certain that I will be trapped in the Great Formation to death, to make such a move?"

"Even if the Great Formation traps me to death, shouldn’t you go to rescue me, knowing that without me, this world would have long been overturned by the Hundred Clans, and the Human Race turned into cattle and sheep, to be slaughtered at will?"

"I was so foolish!"

The elder’s face carried a trace of bitterness,

"That Great Formation, from what I’ve seen, is not something an Emperor can destroy."

"The five figures, resembling members of the Buddha Clan, still have the strength left, and with the emperors of the Hundred Clans watching hungrily, I had no choice but to do this."

"Is that so?" Liang Hui tapped the armrest with slightly bent knuckles.

With this choice, peace for the Human Race and survival for the Hundred Clans, even the five Buddhas could rest easy suppressing him.

"Such a choice really isn’t bad for you."

The youth’s back slowly straightened, his spine like a towering dragon, his gaze cold and merciless.

"But for me, it’s betrayal!!"

Now that the enemy is confirmed, things are simple.

"One punch, take this one punch and our grievances disappear."

"If you can’t catch it, then die."

The cold voice echoed in the Ancestor Hall.

The Kings’ expressions drastically changed, the High Priest fighting the Emperor, an event unheard of in the annals of the Human Race.

If something goes wrong, the Human Race will be divided.

Several Kings opened their mouths intending to intervene, but in such an environment, even speaking was difficult.

Liang Hui ignored the pleading looks of the kings, lifting his arm and spreading his fingers, a very simple gesture.

Everything around him disappeared—the Kings, the Ancestor Hall, even the void itself vanished.

In a realm of Chaos, boundless Qi-Blood and intense Battle Qi swept through, filling the space with immeasurable Chaos Qi, dominating everything.

Five fingers, white as jade, like Heavenly Pillars, stood in the five directions, each with a Sacred Beast leaping forth.

The Vermilion Bird circled, the White Tiger howled, the Azure Dragon coiled, the Black Tortoise propped up the heavens, the Qilin administered heavenly punishment.

A will of destruction and rebirth, creation and annihilation filled the wilderness.

Fu Yue gazed at the oncoming palm, his expression grave, but a hint of resignation flickered deep in his eyes.

Whether he lives or dies, the Human Race will embrace peace, the very reason he had acceded to the Buddha’s request.

He might be prosecuted, but the Human Race would certainly win.

A myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind, all condensing into the most fervent desire for battle.

Battle!

A fierce shout.

The elder’s body started radiating a crystal glow, his frail body burgeoning, hair turning from gray to black, even the wrinkles on his face disappearing.

In less than a fraction of an instant, the elder had disappeared, leaving behind a youth wearing a dark black Imperial Robe, his features unparalleled in handsomeness.

He extended his palm, with streams of water converging from all around.

Included were the murky Netherworld Water, capable of corroding everything, the vicious green poison water, and the majestic and profound Water of Taoism Principle...

All kinds of water streams converged between his fingertips, forming a dark palm that shielded against the Chaos and tore through the Dao.

Then, it directly confronted the oncoming palm.

The two closed in!

Closer!!

Even closer!!!

Until they touched!!

At that moment, there was no earth-shattering collision, no dazzling brilliance.

Only the giant palm, made of the confluence of myriad waters, gradually shrinking, instantly reduced to normal size, and then continued to shrink along with his body.

In a hundredth of an instant, Liang Hui withdrew his outstretched palm, and within the Chaos, there was no one else but the youth.

He brought his hand before his face and slowly spread it, revealing the chicken egg-sized dark water ball.

Liang Hui slowly placed it into his chest, his figure thereafter disappearing out of sight.

Upon reappearing, he was still inside the Ancestor Hall.

At this moment, the Kings were staring in shock at the figure seated on the Imperial Throne.

Less than a breath’s time, and the battle was over?