God Emperor

Chapter 1845: Frenzied Killing

Chen Yin, the prince of Eastern Region, was holding a bloody halberd, standing on the top of a crumbling mountain. He was injured after a bloody battle.

He scanned around. Everywhere he looked, there were tragic scenes of bodies and blood.

Most of the surviving Demi Saints and saints in the royal court of the Eastern Region were severely wounded. The Saint Bodies of some were on the verge of collapse.

The Saint cultivators, led by the Wayfarer and the Drifter were dressed in black robes. Their bodies and faces were shrouded by black mist.

Apparently, they did not want to be identified and leave behind any evidence to prevent being summoned before the Celestial Court and the Fane of Merits.

Black shadows were standing under the mountain. They did not continue their attack.

There was a hint of wariness in their eyes.

Earlier, Chen Yin had used a talisman to form a Light of Slaughter, killing a Nine-Step Saint King.

Light of Slaughter was so horrible that even figures as powerful as the Wayfarer and the Drifter had no confidence to counteract it.

The talisman was passed down by the ancient ancestors of the Chen Clan. It was one of the fundaments of the Chen clan, and these fundaments were slowly being exhausted with each use.

Hua Cangying was flicking his white bone fan slowly as he stood like a gentleman in midair. “You will only bring extermination to the Chen clan by continuing resisting, Chen Yin. Why don’t you hand over the Four-Nine Mystic Arts, and we will spare your life as well as the Chen Clan?”

Chen Yin burst into laughter. “Spare our lives? You really think I am so naïve and will buy your crap? Let me tell you, you won’t be able to exterminate the Chen clan. Even if I die, someone will revenge my death!”

“Pigheaded!”

A bald man, standing at nine feet tall, hissed. “Bring up the direct disciples of the Chen Clan. I am going to eat them alive in front of this prince of Eastern Region.”

As per his instruction, dozens of Chen Clan’s direct disciples were brought in front of the bald man.

The bald man’s cultivation base was no less powerful than the Wayfarer and the Drifter. This overpowering air of mightiness was forcing those direct disciples to kneel on the ground.

As the bald man shrieked, an ugly water chestnut grew on his head and became a beastly head the size of a millstone.

The beast head stretched out above those Chen Clan’s direct disciples, baring its fangs with a horribly bloody smell coming out of its mouth.

A young disciple of the Chen Clan became so afraid that he shivered and cried. “Help me, my Prince. I don’t want to die yet...”

Chen Yin looked furious. “All of you will pay for all this!” he roared.

But his protest sounded too weak and ineffective.

The nine-foot-tall half-human, half-beast being bit at the skull of that disciple, shook it before wolfing it down his neck.

It was a bloody scene.

“I will kill you!”

A Saint from the Chen Clan lunged out at the half-human, half-beast being despite Chen Yin had tried to stop him.

As he leaped into the air, his body ignited with golden crack lines appearing on his skin.

“A lower-rank Saint self-destructs the Sainthood source? Do you really think this suicide attack works? Dream on!”

The half-human, half-beast sneered, then summoned a silverish white bangle and hit that Saint from the Chen Clan, shattering his body.

The energy released from the shattered Saint Body changed direction and hit the direct disciples of the Chen Clan.

Boom, boom!

Those direct disciples were obliterated in a series of explosions, leaving behind a cloud of blood mist in the air.

Huo Cangying smiled and shook his head. “This is horrible! But you made your choice.”

Chen Yin’s eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingers dug into his flesh and blood oozed out. He had never been this enraged since he became the prince of the Eastern Region. He was going to kill every enemy in front of his eyes, whatever it took.

But he could not because his enemy was too powerful for him.

A rumble came all of a sudden as the Saint Qi and Precepts of Heaven and Earth shook violently.

Ancient inscriptions that looked like a spider web emerged from the ground beneath the palace of the prince of the Eastern Region.

The Wayfarer; the Drifter; half-human, half-beast being; Hua Cangying, and others were shocked. They quickly summoned their Saint Armors and robes to protect their bodies.

Then came Hua Cangying’s laughter. “Don’t worry, all of you. Mr. Godcliff must have been the one who triggered the ancient inscriptions. The Eastern Region Holy City is in our—”

Pang!

A bolt of lightning from heaven struck the head of Hua Cangying and pulverized him.

This Nine-Step Saint King died instantly. Even his protective Saint Robe had been turned to ashes.

The only thing left of him was his broken white-bone fan. It dropped to the ground and went up in black smoke.

The other cultivators were quaking in their boots.

How could this be happening?

“Could it be that the person controlling the ancient inscriptions isn’t Mr. Godcliff?” When those Saint-level cultivators attacking the palace of Eastern Region thought of this, their hearts sank, knowing that something was wrong.

On the other hand, the cultivators of the Eastern Region palace were overjoyed.

“It must be Lord AncestoYuhua who lights up the Tower of Flames and activates the ancient inscriptions. That’s great! Kill them all!”

“With the activation of the ancient inscriptions, all enemies are doomed.”

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Right then, a majestic Saint Tower appeared above the Eastern Region Holy City.

Zhang Ruochen stood on top of the tower, overlooking the boundless land below. The terrains of Eastern Region Holy City looked like a map in his field of vision.

At the moment, he seemed to be above all the living beings.

When the other cultivators on the ground looked up at the Saint Tower, they were all surprised to see a small shadow of what appeared to be a human on top of the tower.

“It-It is Zhang Ruochen!”

Someone exclaimed when his keen eyes saw it was Zhang Ruochen.

“It’s him! Isn’t that Saint Tower under his feet the legendary Tower of Flames?”

“Zhang Ruochen is a cultivator from the Kunlun Realm. Since he has come, he is not going to allow any foreign cultivators to keep doing whatever they want in the Eastern Region Holy City.”

“Zhang Ruochen used to be my schoolmate in the Saint School of Eastern Region. We were in the same faculty.”

The Drifter and the Wayfarer exchanged a look.

They made their moves at the same time.

The Drifter spat out a purple glow from his mouth. Inside the purple glow was a fusiform sacred artifact.

Layers of sacred-power light wave burst out of the surface of the fusiform sacred artifact.

In a matter of just three breaths, the layers of lightwave had reached seven when the full strength of the Seventh Radiance burst out of the fusiform sacred artifact.

The Wayfarer clapped his hands together in a finger gesture, then he pointed it outward.

It was Xiaokuntun Finger, an Intermediate Saint technique that had over 100,000 precepts of the fingers infused in it.

The power of the ancient inscriptions materialized in the void, forming into two shadows of three- or four-foot-long golden pythons. Two golden pythons flew out and clashed with the fusiform sacred artifact and finger light of the Buddha’s Path.

The collision sent the fusiform sacred artifact shaking and crashing to the ground, shattering the seven-layer light waves.

Meanwhile, the finger light of the intermediate Saint technique turned into golden light particles.

But the two golden pythons did not disappear. They flew down from heaven to attack the Drifter and the Wayfarer.

“Zhang Ruochen can control the ancient inscriptions?”

“Fall back! The ancient inscriptions are unstoppable!”

The Drifter and the Wayfarer’s faces changed. They summoned their best defense technique and tried to dodge the two shadows of the golden pythons as quickly as possible.

Boom!

Boom!

Two earth-shattering loud booms rose from the palace of Eastern Region, followed by two mushroom clouds rising in the air and a shock wave of the Saint Power ravaging the land.

The right half of the Drifter’s body was gone. It was lucky for him because he still kept his head, which meant he could still live.

The lower half of the Wayfarer’s body was smashed into mincemeat from the waist down.

“Zhang Ruochen has control over the ancient inscription. Kill him, or all of us will die in Eastern Region Holy City.” The Drifter shouted as he fled out of the Eastern Region palace.

The ancient inscriptions quickly gathered above the palace of the Eastern Region, becoming a storm vortex formed by the astral wind.

Each gust of astral wind was sharper than the Saint Blade.

The astral wind came down at high speed toward the half-human, half-beast Nine-Step Saint King. It brought out a silverish white bangle to form a silverish light curtain to protect itself.

Yet, the curtain could only withstand the blow for a moment before the astral wind penetrated it.

“How is this possible?”

The Saint Body of the half-human, half-beast being was ripped apart, turning into a cloud of blood mist. Even its bones were crushed to ashes.

The astral vortex kept going and moved toward the other Saint-level cultivators. Whoever got sucked into the vortex, their bodies would pulverize, no matter how high their cultivation base was.

In just a matter of moment, a dozen Saint-level cultivators had died in the astral vortex.

“How dare you!”

A three-hundred-foot-long blood palm struck down from the clouds, breaking the astral vortex.

It was a mysterious, powerful figure, whose strength was in the region of Precept Domain.

This person stood in the cloud, so it was hard to tell his appearance. His four large vampire wings were the only features of him vaguely visible.

Tornado formed when the vampire wings flapped.

“Who is he?” asked Zhang Ruochen.

King Daxi bit her lips and did not answer.

“Is it that difficult to do something for me? You have killed so many Saint-level cultivators of the Celestial Court. What secret couldn’t you talk about?” said Zhang Ruochen.

King Daxi gritted her teeth and glared at him.

Zhang Ruochen was a demon in her eyes, as he was slowly bringing her deeper into the abyss.

Zhang Ruochen must have recorded the scene of her manipulating the ancient inscriptions to the Saint-level fighters of the Celestial Court. Even if she could get away, she would have difficulty in shaking off his control.

Zhang Ruochen was slowly opening a scroll in his hand.

King Daxi had guessed it correctly; Zhang Ruochen had indeed recorded the scene.

Her ample bosom heaved quickly, then she finally compromised. “He is Tian Chen, a previous-generation four-winged Scarlet Angel of the Fane of Bloody War. His cultivation base has reached the level of Greater Precept World.”

“You fought the current-gen Four-winged Scarlet Angel before; you should know how badass they are.”

“Tian Chen’s cultivation may not have reached the realm of Precept Domain yet, but he has defeated Xie Canghai of the Precept Domain realm before. So you cannot afford to offend a figure like him.”