Chapter 1857: Desperate Path of the Dragon God (Part 2)
"No... impossible!" Qianye Ying'er bit her teeth fiercely, her gaze fixed straight at Wanxiang Shendi: "He... they... killed Uncle Gu... unforgivable!"
Her voice carried a heart-wrenching weakness, but the deep hatred within it completely invaded Yun Che's heart.
"Dream... on!" Yan Wu's eyes held a hatred even stronger than Qianye Ying'er's: "Killing my father... how can I spare you!"
But in the end, the Northern Domain demon race regarded Yun Che as their heaven. Though her heart burned with endless hatred, she no longer dared to thrust her Yan Mo spear at Wanxiang Shendi... Compared to the four dragon clans, Wanxiang Divine Realm still possessed strong resistance. Accepting their submission would not only be bloodless but also gain a massive force.
For an emperor, for a Northern Domain power that had been severely weakened, this might be the most rational and appropriate choice.
She feared Yun Che would agree... but if he truly agreed, she would have no choice but to comply.
"Heh heh heh," Yun Che's gaze didn't so much as glance at the Qilin Emperor and Wanxiang Shendi. He gave a low, cold laugh, his voice like a demon's whisper: "Surrender? Submit? Eternal loyalty? Do you think you're worthy!"
He raised his left arm, his palm facing the ground stained with Eternal Silence Demon blood: "What is the Qilin race? What is the Wanxiang race? In this Demon Lord's eyes, the worthless lives of all your clans combined can't compare to a single drop of their demon blood!"
All the Qilin and Wanxiang Divine Lords instantly felt ice-cold all over... Yun Che's words were undoubtedly a death sentence, cutting off all hope.
At this moment, a soul-melting demon voice suddenly rang out: "Demon Lord, this Empress has a small suggestion, perhaps worth hearing."
"...?" Yun Che turned his head, looking at Chi Wuyue with a questioning gaze.
"The Qilin Realm and the Azure Dragon Realm may be temporarily pardoned," Chi Wuyue said slowly. "Provided they show sufficient sincerity."
The Qilin Emperor only sought self-preservation and was unwilling to fight. As the second-greatest Divine Emperor of the Western Domain, leading four peak-level tenth-rank Divine Lord Ink Qilins, he had actually been held back by Qianye Bingzhu alone.
As for the Azure Dragon Emperor, he had been completely passive throughout, practically wearing the word "slacking off" on his face. Even under Long Bai's watchful eye, he constantly showed his rejection of this battle.
These things, Chi Wuyue had seen very clearly from her overview of the entire situation.
Most Northern Domain profound practitioners should have noticed too.
The Qilin Realm was the second-strongest king realm in the Western Domain, and the Azure Dragon Realm the fourth. Their strength was beyond doubt. If not for the passivity of these two realms, the Northern Divine Domain would never have held out until Yun Che's safe departure.
As the most vast divine domain among the God Realms, to command the Western Divine Domain, fitting "examples," guides, and stepping stones were needed... The Qilin Realm and Azure Dragon Realm were undoubtedly the best choice.
Chi Wuyue silently conveyed all these thoughts to Yun Che via her demon soul as she spoke her "suggestion."
A light of hope suddenly appeared in the abyss of despair. All the Qilins raised their heads, and the Azure Dragon clan felt as if they had heard celestial music.
Their trembling gazes all focused on Yun Che, for the final decision rested solely with him.
Yun Che never ignored Chi Wuyue's words. His gaze was dark. After a brief deliberation... the eyes of the Primordial Azure Dragon above the firmament moved slightly, releasing its suppression on the Qilins and Azure Dragons.
In an instant, all the Qilins felt as if ten thousand mountains had been lifted from them, and the entire Azure Dragon clan seemed to have broken free from countless restraining chains. They gasped heavily, sweat pouring like rain, feeling as if reborn.
"Good," Yun Che's icy voice reached them chillingly: "Then let this Demon Lord see if your 'sincerity' is enough for you to survive this day!"
The Qilin Emperor's aged face trembled violently. He lowered his head in a heavy bow: "Thank you, Demon Lord, for your mercy! Thank you, Demon Empress, for your grace!"
"Demon Lord! Demon Empress!" Wanxiang Shendi roared frantically: "My Wanxiang clan is willing to offer everything to the demon race! Please, Demon Lord and Demon Empress, grant us the chance to show our sincerity..."
Before his roar could finish, a heavy gale filled with killing intent swept in violently... The Qilin Emperor's eyes were filled with murderous intent. His five fingers spread wide, grabbing directly at Wanxiang Shendi's head.
Compared to the Dragon God, Chi Dragon, and Hui Dragon clans, the Wanxiang Divine Realm—the weakest among the six king realms of the Western Domain—was now the greatest "threat."
Wanxiang Shendi was greatly alarmed and hurriedly struck back.
In terms of strength, Wanxiang Shendi was already no match for the Qilin Emperor, especially while under the heavy suppression of the Dragon God's soul might.
His Divine Emperor's power instantly collapsed under the Qilin Emperor's hand. The Qilin Emperor's five fingers dug deep into Wanxiang Shendi's head, creating over a dozen blood-cracked wounds.
"You..." Wanxiang Shendi gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with ferocity.
"For the continuation of my Qilin lineage, I have no choice but to sacrifice your clan," the Qilin Emperor said calmly. Since he had made up his mind, there was no turning back: "Accept your fate."
Boom!
Qilin power exploded on Wanxiang Shendi's head. Wanxiang Shendi let out a miserable roar and flew backward spraying blood. Before he could even get up, the Qilin Emperor's claw—having abandoned all reluctance—struck straight at his back.
Led by the Qilin Emperor, all Qilins struck out. In their grief, they attacked with ruthless decisiveness, their killing intent without any reservation, charging at the Wanxiang profound practitioners as if facing irreconcilable enemies.
The greatest resistance force of the Western Domain side—and its only hope—had suddenly become an ally of the demon race. What kind of despair was that? A despair so deep that their eyes could no longer find the slightest glimmer of light.
It's over...
The era of the Dragon God... is over.
"Azure Dragon, the Chi Dragon and Hui Dragon are left to you." The Qilin Emperor's voice transmission reached the Azure Dragon Emperor's ears: "You have no right to hesitate, because any hesitation or mercy on your part could mean the eternal extinction of the Azure Dragon lineage."
"Unless you can truly cover the sky with one hand, otherwise, even as a king realm's Divine Emperor, it is a luxury to stay pure when faced with such a crisis. In peaceful times, you could afford not to understand. But after all the upheavals of these years, do you still insist on retaining this childish reluctance?!"
The Azure Dragon Emperor raised her head, and the blue light that suddenly condensed in her eyes dispelled all chaos and confusion.
Dragon aura was released, dragon shadows floated in the sky, and ten thousand zhang of vast waves swept up endless cold blades, like a world-ending calamity, mercilessly covering the kneeling Chi Dragons and Hui Dragons.
Her figure also flashed beneath the dazzling blue light. Her white jade palms manifested icy claw shadows, closing in on the utterly despairing Chi Dragon Emperor.
Amid the shattering of ice brilliance, five horrifying ice-blue holes were pierced through the Chi Dragon Emperor's body.
The Demon Lord's pardon did not bring calm to the battlefield; instead, it led to even more brutal slaughter.
Under the collapse of dragon aura and dragon soul, the Withered Dragons and Dragon Gods still possessed extremely tough bodies, far beyond what ordinary power could harm.
But tormenting them were the Three Yan Ancestors!
The pent-up rage in their chests was being wildly vented on the Withered Dragons and Dragon Gods. Screams, tearing sounds, and breaking sounds mixed in a chaotic horror.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Almost all the bones in Long Wu's body were shattered by Yan Yi. As the Yan Mo aura pierced his heart and marrow, severing his life pulse, Long Wu's pupils lost focus, and he died.
He was once the Dragon Emperor, hidden for many years just to bloom seven days of supreme dragon might, yet he died without dignity, without value.
After Long Wu came Long Si... Long San... The Withered Dragons, powerful enough to shake the world, were butchered worse than low-intelligence livestock. At least livestock would desperately cry and struggle before death.
They should have lived out their natural terms and left peacefully with immense renown. Instead, in their final moments, they despairingly witnessed their clans being brutally slaughtered, losing all the fame of a lifetime.
Their proud seclusion had become the most pathetic and tragic tail-piece.
And the Dragon God fared even worse. Yan Er and Yan San would sometimes break his bones and spine, sometimes squeeze him round and flat... and even kick him around like a ball.
Azure Abyss Dragon God died!
Pure Heart Dragon God died!
Azure Fall Dragon God died!
...
The Three Yan Ancestors were three ancient monsters steeped in darkness for eight hundred thousand years, their natures twisted to the extreme. Though they acted like obedient grandchildren before Yun Che, to anyone else, they were the most terrifying demons imaginable.
Being tortured to death by them was undoubtedly a horrific nightmare.
The deaths of Pure Heart Dragon God and Purple Li Dragon God, both female, were no better than the others. The Three Yan Ancestors never had any pity for women; they didn't even have the concept of men and women.
Except for the women beside Yun Che.
Long Yi lay prostrate on the ground. In his gray dragon eyes were the dead Withered Dragons, the dead Dragon Gods, Dragon Lords with severed limbs everywhere, and Master Dragons whose blood reflected the sky...
As a Dragon God who had lived through six hundred thousand years, he could never have imagined that after awakening from seclusion, he would experience such a miserable hell.
"Demon Lord," he spoke desolately, with a thousand sorrows: "You received... the favor of the ancient Dragon God... how can you... exterminate his later generations... to the last!"
Yun Che glanced sideways at him.
He moved his palm away from Qianye Ying'er and walked slowly toward Long Yi, each step bringing an increasingly heavy pressure.
"Later generations? Ha, just you?!" Yun Che's lips curled in mockery, finding it utterly ridiculous in his heart: "The Dragon God bloodline you inherit is merely from your ancestors obtaining some source blood and source soul left by the Primordial Azure Dragon when the God Realm first formed. You are later clans that received the favor of the Primordial Azure Dragon!"
"And now, you no longer deserve that favor!"
Yun Che's voice grew darker: "Not only must you die, but within the Dragon God Realm, everyone who carries the Dragon God bloodline must die! Since this Demon Lord has received the great favor of the ancient Dragon God, it is only right that I clean house for him!"
"As for the true Dragon God clan, only my descendants shall be!"
"You..." Long Yi's chest heaved, and streams of blood rushed from the corners of his mouth.
He had never imagined Yun Che could be so vicious—not only slaughtering all Dragon Gods, Dragon Lords, and Master Dragons, but also intending to completely eradicate the Dragon God lineage!
When you cut grass, you must pull the roots! Since he had driven the Dragon God clan to this state, he would never leave them even a thread of hope to rise again.
"Demon Lord, Demon Lord!" Long Er's voice came weakly. His old eyes were tearful, filled with pleading: "In any case, Demon Lord and we... share the same ancestral lineage in the Dragon God inheritance. My Dragon God clan is willing to henceforth honor the Demon Lord as the reincarnated Dragon God. I beg the Demon Lord to consider..."
As a Withered Dragon, he naturally did not fear death. But how could he watch the Dragon God lineage be eternally extinguished?
"Yan Yi!" Yun Che snapped coldly: "Have you been eating for eight hundred thousand years?!"
Yan Yi jerked violently, and power surged downward with a thunderous "boom!" crushing Long Er's head, along with his unfinished words, to pieces.
Long Yi closed his eyes, resigned to death.
Whoosh!!
Wind howled as a broken, blood-soaked body flew from afar, landing precisely beside Yun Che.
It was Wanxiang Shendi, heavily wounded, barely clinging to life.
Seeing Yun Che so close, Wanxiang Shendi let out trembling whimpers, deep pleading in his eyes.
The Qilin Emperor's ingratiating voice came: "Reporting to the Demon Lord, Wanxiang Shendi was one of the chief culprits who killed the loyal servant of the Brahma Emperor's Divine Daughter. His life should be decided by the Brahma Emperor's Divine Daughter."
As Wanxiang Shendi's broken body flew over, Yun Che deeply sensed the intense hatred that instantly erupted from Qianye Ying'er.
She stepped forward, her jade teeth clenched... But her body was far too weak. Even facing Wanxiang Shendi on the verge of death, she no longer had the strength to kill him with her own hands.
Yun Che raised his foot and brought it down heavily.
Bang!!
The Divine Emperor's body was crushed under the Demon Lord of the Northern Domain's foot, his remains scattering everywhere.
Without looking back, Yun Che said flatly: "Who else?"