Chapter 1548: Trampling
The blockade of the Yanxing Plate, the suppression and refinement of the Taiyin Ghost Cauldron, the demonic sound of the Soul-Crying Bell, the lethal poison of the Poison Hand... In anyone's eyes, even if Yun Che had ten lives, he was undoubtedly doomed.
In the face of Yun Che's arrogance and his astonishingly powerful strength, these nine sects—or rather, seven sects—had given him a death that was both cruel and spectacular.
Mingxiao walked over slowly from the distance, a faint smile on his face. "It's much faster than I expected. I was originally worried that this matter would alarm the Great Realm King."
"Alarm the Great Realm King?" Qingxuan Zhenren let out a disdainful laugh. "He's not qualified for that. This boy killed my sect's Zi Xuan; dying like this is already letting him off easy!"
BOOM!
Before Qingxuan Zhenren's words had even faded, a deep rumble suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.
Under this rumble, Qingxuan Zhenren's entire body shook violently, and an unnatural pallor quickly spread across his face.
He turned his head sharply, staring at the Taiyin Ghost Cauldron.
That muffled roar seemed to come from the Taiyin Ghost Cauldron. The faces of everyone present changed in unison. "What's going on?!"
BOOM!!
Another rumble sounded, this time even deeper and more ear-splitting than before, forcefully overpowering the demonic sound of the Soul-Crying Bell. They could hear it with absolute clarity—it was indeed coming from the Taiyin Ghost Cauldron!
Their expressions shifted again, revealing deep shock and disbelief. "Could it be... could it be..."
And Qingxuan Zhenren's face, in the midst of this rumbling, turned from pale to flushed, and his entire body began to tremble.
BOOM!!!
The third rumble erupted. The Taiyin Ghost Cauldron, shrouded in poisonous mist and demonic sound, suddenly burst open, and a pale hand extended outward. Following that, countless cracks spread rapidly across the cauldron's surface, centered on the hand... like blood vessels exploding in everyone's eyeballs.
BANG!
The Taiyin Ghost Cauldron exploded with a deafening blast, instantly scattering into a sky full of green-black fragments. Qingxuan Zhenren spewed a mouthful of black blood, staggering backward as he vomited blood uncontrollably. He looked up at the shattered Taiyin Ghost Cauldron and the figure slowly emerging from the black mist. His pupils, dilated to the extreme, were filled with terrifying shock, as if on the verge of shattering.
His eyes were exactly the same as when they had first seen him—utterly devoid of emotion or ripple. Walking out of the Taiyin Ghost Cauldron, his body bore not a single trace of blood or wound, and even his black clothes showed not the slightest wrinkle.
This unforeseen turn of events left the onlookers and the various sect masters utterly astounded. Bloodhand Poison Lord's expression darkened. The enormous "Poison Hand," which had been forced back, suddenly clenched, and the densely concentrated dark poison gas engulfed Yun Che completely in an instant.
Within the poison gas, Yun Che continued to walk forward unhurriedly. The moment the Poison Hand descended, his own hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the edge of the "Poison Hand." A wisp of black aura escaped from between his fingers, instantly enveloping the entire poison hand.
RIIIP!
Amid a terrifying tearing sound, the Poison Hand—and even Bloodhand Poison Lord's entire hand—was viciously ripped from his body by Yun Che.
"Uwaaah!"
Bloodhand Poison Lord let out a miserable scream, collapsing heavily to his knees. A fountain of blood spurted from his severed right wrist... And that black glove, the Poison Hand that symbolized his identity, was torn apart in Yun Che's grasp like fragile cloth, easily shredded to pieces.
"You..." Bloodhand Poison Lord's entire body shook violently, his eyes bloodshot. The shock and sudden terror in his heart far outweighed the pain.
Yun Che reached out again. The Soul-Crying Bell, which had been releasing its demonic sound, was directly drawn into his hand. The Supreme Elder Ku Hun was greatly alarmed, but immediately focused his mind, desperately urging the bell to emit a demonic sound even more chilling than ghostly wails.
Bathing in the soul-shattering demonic sound, Yun Che's expression and gaze remained as calm as stagnant water that had been still for countless years, not a single ripple stirring. He shifted his eyes slightly, and a flash of black light flickered in the depths of his pupils.
ROAR!!
Within the mind of Supreme Elder Ku Hun, a thunderous dragon's roar suddenly erupted. An immense black dragon shadow, vast as the heavens themselves, appeared before his eyes, opening a gaping maw that could swallow the skies.
"Ahhh—"
Supreme Elder Ku Hun let out the most terrified scream of his life. Though no power had physically struck him, he scrambled backward like a jackal whose courage had been shattered, then prostrated himself on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
CRACK!
The Soul-Crying Bell deformed and snapped in Yun Che's hands, falling to the ground like two useless pieces of scrap metal, discarded by him.
The Taiyin Ghost Cauldron, the Poison Hand, the Soul-Crying Bell—these demonic artifacts that held the status of "sect-defending treasures" among the nine great sects—had not only been easily shaken off by him, but he hadn't even shown any interest in seizing them. Instead, they were all destroyed in the blink of an eye, as if they were rotten wood and discarded slippers.
Han Tan Peak fell into a deathly silence once more—far more terrifying than before. Everyone stood frozen, as if they had seen a ghost or a god. As for the eight great sects, who had been convinced that Yun Che had been sent to his doom, they felt as if they were trapped in the most absurd and terrifying nightmare, unable to believe or come to their senses.
"Is this all you've got?" Yun Che sneered contemptuously. "A bunch of trash!"
Fear—silent fear spread like a plague through everyone's hearts and souls. Not only these eight sect masters and supreme elders, but everyone who witnessed this scene felt as if a terrifying demon had been reflected in their eyes and hearts.
The sect-defending demonic artifacts, personally activated by the sect masters and supreme elders, had been as fragile as paper before him! This kind of power was something they had never seen or even heard of. It also occurred to them that Yun Che's earlier entrapment by the Yanxing Array and suppression by the Taiyin Ghost Cauldron had been entirely intentional...
No, no—he simply hadn't bothered to evade!
"Senior Yun... he's... this powerful..." Dongfang Hanwei murmured, the world seemingly turned upside down.
"..." This time, it was the Ruler of Donghan Kingdom who was completely at a loss for words.
"You... you... you..." The Master of Yanxing Tower was trembling uncontrollably, the star plate in his hand shaking. His voice quivering, he asked, "Who... who exactly are you?!"
"Submit, or die." Yun Che said in a low voice.
He hadn't killed anyone yet, because what he wanted were tools, not corpses.
The Master of Yanxing Tower's face twitched. As one of the nine great sect masters, facing countless Eastern Domain profound practitioners, how could he truly "submit"? He wanted to say something harsh, but the fear that coiled around his heart and soul, which he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he tried, prevented him from actually speaking. He shifted his gaze to the others, only to find that their eyes and expressions were all twitching and convulsing.
Everyone's heart and soul had a limit to what they could bear. These people had once dominated all directions and had never known fear—simply because no one had ever frightened them to such an extent.
Qingxuan Zhenren panted heavily, still dripping blood from his mouth due to the backlash from the destruction of the Taiyin Ghost Cauldron. He tremblingly raised his head, staring at Yun Che's face. His heart was a mixture of fear and hatred, and driven by fear, he became almost crazed. He bellowed, "He must be seriously injured inside the Taiyin Ghost Cauldron... and he's also been poisoned by the Ghost Hand... he's barely holding on right now!"
"Kill him! Join forces and kill him!!"
His figure surged upward, a green sword in his hand conjuring a storm of darkness, thrusting straight at Yun Che.
His screeching cry violently struck the tightly stretched heartstrings of the others, still trembling from fear. The moment Qingxuan Zhenren acted, they almost instinctively all struck out as well. Six beams of dark light, each carrying a different powerful aura, buried Yun Che amidst them.
Only Supreme Elder Ku Hun remained prostrated on the ground, trembling ceaselessly. Unlike Qingxuan Zhenren, the destruction of the Soul-Crying Bell had subjected him to an extremely severe mental backlash. Even Shui Meiyin, with her Stainless Divine Soul, had fallen to Yun Che. Playing with the Soul-Crying Bell before him was practically no different from courting death.
As for Mingxiao, he had retreated far away once again.
The combined force of six Divine Kings in this domain was absolutely earth-shattering and world-stunning. In an instant, Han Tan Peak shook violently. The profound boats and profound ships that had already been pushed far away were once again overturned in large numbers.
Yet at the center of the power of these six Divine Kings, Yun Che remained unperturbed and fearless. He didn't even look at anyone. His right hand was behind his back, while his left hand lightly pressed downward.
In that instant, a massive azure wolf, roaring at the sky with jaws agape, appeared in the pupils of everyone present.
Palm as sword, the second sword of the Celestial Wolf Prison God Scripture: Primeval Fang!
But unlike before, the wolf's eyes, which should have been azure, were now flickering with an exceptionally dark black light.
Each of the six Divine Kings saw a giant wolf shadow pouncing toward them, devouring their power, devouring their momentum, and devouring their bodies...
BOOM!!
Han Tan Peak, which had already suffered calamity, finally snapped completely in two at this moment. Amid the heaven-shaking wolf howl, the dark profound energy desperately unleashed by the six Divine Kings was annihilated in an instant. They all let out miserable screams, like six burst blood bags, spattering blood as they flew in different directions.
And at that moment, Yun Che's figure chased after them like a ghost.
BAM!
His arm pierced through the Yanxing Plate of the Master of Yanxing Tower and slammed into his chest, causing his heart area to collapse deeply. A blood arrow several feet long spurted from his mouth.
BANG!
Qingxuan Zhenren's green sword snapped in midair under a single finger of Yun Che. The two broken blade halves, passing through his protective green robe, pierced into both of his arms.
CRACK!
Bloodhand Poison Lord's left arm was shattered into pieces, and he let out an extremely wretched scream.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Six people—six Divine Kings. Having been broken by a single blow from Yun Che, they each suffered another heavy strike from him before they even hit the ground. When each of them landed, they were already covered in blood. Not to mention counterattacking or struggling, not a single one could stand up even after several breaths had passed.
BANG!
Yun Che descended from the sky, his right foot landing squarely on Supreme Elder Ku Hun. The latter's chest bulged forward violently, his back caved in, and his entire body vanished beneath the ground in an instant. In the surrounding space, a cloud of dark red blood dust rapidly spread.
"Last chance," Yun Che murmured slowly, like a demon delivering the final judgment. "Submit, or die!"
This time, they all felt an icy, bone-piercing killing intent.
Painful gasps and hoarse moans trembled in the air. The bodies of the seven Divine Kings now squirmed on the ground like seven dying stray dogs.
Countless eyeballs and hearts trembled. Even the profound boats, and even the air itself, seemed to be shaking incessantly.
The supreme overlords of the Eastern Domain had been so thoroughly and miserably defeated at the hands of a single Yun Che.
"Ah."
At that moment, a long, drawn-out sigh suddenly sounded in everyone's ears and hearts. It seemed to come from a distant place, yet also as if it were right beside them.
Hearing this sigh, the eight Divine Kings, who were in despair, all jerked their heads up simultaneously. Deep shock also appeared on the faces of all the profound practitioners.