# Chapter 1858: Dragon Slaughter Ground
"Chi Dragon Emperor... Hui Dragon Emperor!" Qianye Ying'er murmured.
Yun Che's hands reached out, darkness surging on his right, a storm howling on his left. A black and a cyan ray of profound light burst forth, then strangely merged in midair into a dark storm that swept straight west at terrifying speed.
Under the Demon Lord's aura, no one dared touch or block this dark storm.
As it approached, the dark storm suddenly split apart, like two roaring demonic dragons, pouncing left and right toward the Chi Dragon Emperor and the Hui Dragon Emperor.
Although the pressure on the Chi Dragon Emperor and Hui Dragon Emperor was lighter than on the Dragon God, even by straining to the point of shattering their dragon souls, they could only mobilize less than two-tenths of their usual dragon force, and their will had become fragile and brittle. Under Azure Dragon Emperor's unreserved power, they had not even the strength to resist, nor could they utter a single complete word of rebuke, insult, or plea.
A person who had harbored compassion and refused to compete with the world for a full hundred thousand years, once they turned ruthless, was often far more terrifying than imagined.
From the moment Azure Dragon Emperor struck at the Di Chi clan and Hui Dragon clan, her attacks grew more vicious and ruthless with each blow. The crazily exploding ice, the bone-eroding soul-sealing chill, the sky-devouring roaring billows—they made all the Chi Dragons and Hui Dragons wail in despair, and even the Azure Dragons trembled with fear.
Before long, more than half of the Chi and Hui Dragons had died miserably. Both the Chi Dragon Emperor and Hui Dragon Emperor were severely wounded all over, their internal organs, meridians, and profound veins completely eroded by the cold, sustained only by their powerful dragon bodies that made their lives difficult to extinguish.
The dark storm approached. Azure Dragon Emperor rolled up a water curtain, about to block it, when she suddenly sensed Yun Che's aura. She quickly withdrew, puzzlement in her heart.
Hoo!!
The two dark storms roughly swept up the Chi Dragon Emperor and Hui Dragon Emperor, then violently reversed, hurling them down hard.
The two Western Domain Divine Emperors streaked through the air with long black trails, crashing heavily before Yun Che.
Bound and soul-entangled by the dark profound energy, the Chi Dragon Emperor and Hui Dragon Emperor could only twitch in agony. When they met Yun Che's icy gaze, their whole bodies stiffened and their twitching abruptly stopped.
Though they were also emperors, before Yun Che they were like vile, pitiful maggots.
He disdained to waste even half a word on them, nor to spare a sidelong glance. Yun Che lifted his foot again, stepping down mercilessly with brutal dark profound light.
A cracking sound. The Chi Dragon Emperor didn't even have time to let out a plea before he was crushed to death like Wanxiang Divine Emperor, his body obliterated.
In the history of the God Realm, Divine Emperors mostly died of old age. Not to mention Divine Emperors—even the death of a Star God or Moon God-level existence was a sensation across the entire God Domain.
But today, these Divine Emperors were being slaughtered like a pile of fragile grasshoppers.
Yun Che shifted his stance, about to personally crush the Hui Dragon Emperor, when Yan Wu's hate-filled trembling voice came from beside him: "Demon Lord, I beg you... grant me the right to execute this wretch."
Yan Wu was covered in blood, her injuries shocking. Even under the blessing of Jie Mo Huo Tian, her movements were still noticeably stiff, but she gritted her teeth and charged over.
Baihong Dragon God, Wanxiang Divine Emperor, Chi Dragon Emperor, Hui Dragon Emperor—these were the four main culprits that had forced Yan Tianxiao to burn himself to death for the sake of others. The other three had already died. As his daughter, at least...
The black aura on Yun Che's body slightly receded. He glanced at Qianye Ying'er, then kicked out, destroying the last remnants of dragon breath and primal energy on the Hui Dragon Emperor, sending his half-dead body flying toward Yan Wu.
Yan Wu's eyes blazed with blood. A ferocious, almost limit-breaking Yan Mo force erupted from her body. She didn't use her Yan Mo lance, but used her hand as a spear, piercing straight through the Hui Dragon Emperor's body. The Yan Mo force mixed with endless hatred exploded violently within his imperial dragon body.
The Hui Dragon Emperor's eyes bulged, the last image in his pupils being the distant Hui Dragons being bloodily slaughtered in the darkness...
How I wish... all this... was just a nightmare...
Boom!!
Yan Wu's power surged again, erupting even more violently than before, completely extinguishing his final consciousness and shattering his imperial dragon body that had stood proud for tens of thousands of years.
Dragon blood stained Yan Wu's arms, splashing all over her. She stared blankly ahead, tears condensing into rain, falling beyond her control.
Father, are you seeing all this...
You did not die in vain... Your final strength and will protected the Demon Lord's safe return, and in exchange, you bought our Northern Divine Region the new life we had longed for for countless years...
You are the Yan Mo clan's... and forever your daughter's eternal pride!
As she stood dazed, Yun Che appeared beside her without her noticing. He reached out, and a pure dark light swept from her cheek to her chest garment, then to the hem of her skirt, wiping away all the blood stains on her, gently soothing her wounds.
"..." Yan Wu turned in a daze, her eyes misty as she looked at Yun Che.
"Don't let this filthy blood stain yourself, and don't let it wound your heart and soul," Yun Che said, his words devoid of the earlier sinister demonic aura—cold but with warmth: "What your father, in heaven, most wants to see must be a better daughter and a better Yan Mo Realm."
With that, Yun Che raised his hand. A faint demonic light flashed, and a pitch-black giant cauldron appeared before him.
The demonic legacy artifact of the Yan Mo Realm—the Yan Mo Du Ming Cauldron!
Within the cauldron floated six clusters of dark aura, each of different nature... among them, one was the Yan Mo aura borne by her father during his lifetime.
(One stream of Yan Mo origin force had departed eternally with Tian Guhu.)
The Yan Mo Du Ming Cauldron was something Yun Che had seized from the Three Yan Mo Ancestors. Even during Yan Tianxiao's reign, he had rarely touched it. With the cauldron in hand, Yun Che could permanently control the Yan Mo Realm.
Now, he was returning it to Yan Wu.
He was also giving the Yan Mo Realm complete freedom and self-determination in the future new world.
Yan Wu reached out and took the Yan Mo Du Ming Cauldron. Her cheeks trembled, and her lips unconsciously bit down, bit harder... When she put away the cauldron, her emotions finally broke. She suddenly hugged Yun Che tightly, burying her head in his chest, wailing bitterly.
"Uh..." Yun Che's eyes widened, his upper body leaning back, his hands instinctively raising... but the grieving cries at his ear were too piercing. In the end, he did not push her away.
"~!@#$%^..." The emotion in Qianye Ying'er's heart instantly turned into exploding fury. She turned her face away, gnashing her teeth and murmuring: "Dog man!"
Under the ghost claws of Yan Yi, Yan Er, and Yan San, the last Withered Dragon and Dragon God had also met their end. They shook the dragon blood off their hands, looked toward Yun Che... then simultaneously shuddered, their eyes nearly popping out.
What the hell...
Could it be that this great-great-great-great-great... great-granddaughter would also have to be treated as an ancestor in the future?
Behind and beneath them, dragon corpses and bones were scattered everywhere.
The five Withered Dragons and seven Dragon Gods died without any grandeur or intensity, without even a shred of ceremony, like stray dogs beaten to death one after another by random clubs.
The Dragon God's hundred-thousand-year supreme prestige was destroyed to nothing in a single day.
Even if descendants of the Dragon God lineage existed in the future, they would surely use any means to bury this utterly humiliating history.
The western battlefield was far bloodier and more brutal.
The Northern Domain profound practitioners had to release not only today's anger and hatred, but also the grayness, despair, bitterness, pain, resentment... of the entire million years of the Northern Divine Region.
Being under the suppression of the Dragon God's soul might, and being free from it, were two completely different worlds. It forcibly turned what should have been a battlefield of mutual slaughter into a nearly one-sided slaughterhouse.
Demon blood burned with brutality. The Dragon Lords who had earlier released despair-inducing dragon might had all become withered insects at their mercy.
They pounced on one Dragon Lord and Chief Dragon after another, madly blasting and piercing them with dark demonic energy... Some, still unsatisfied, tore at them with their arms and bit with their teeth.
The Chi Dragon clan and Hui Dragon clan witnessed the horrific deaths of the Chi Dragon Emperor and Hui Dragon Emperor, and even their last faith completely collapsed. In front of them were the violently demonic Northern Domain practitioners; behind them, the decisive backstab of the Azure Dragon clan...
They were even more miserable than the Dragon God clan.
They could accept death, but not such a pathetic end, dying like livestock with no power to struggle.
They abandoned all dignity, begging with all their might, only to receive blood-stained demon claws with not a hint of hesitation or mercy.
The Wanxiang Divine Clan, who still had some power to resist, were howled and wailed by the Qilin. In just a short time, more than half of the powerful Divine Lords—who normally would hardly ever die—lay dead.
Every breath, every moment, countless dragon blood was wantonly splattering, dyeing the sky of the ruined Divine Domain a dark blood-red.
The air grew increasingly thick with blood mist. Every breath felt like inhaling a lungful of dragon blood.
Long Bai lay prostrate on the ground, the screams of his kin filling his ears, yet no one paid him any attention.
The proud Dragon Emperor, like a discarded shoe thrown into a gutter, was beneath anyone's notice.
Long Bai had lived for 350,000 years. A full twelve hours was but a snap of the fingers in his life. But at this moment, every instant felt like a thousand years of torment.
He witnessed the ancestor Withered Dragons he had awakened being slaughtered, watched all the Dragon Gods die miserably, heard the most tragic dragon howls of Dragon Lords and Chief Dragons...
Perhaps he would rather die immediately, to be spared this torture of body and soul.
Yet still, no one came to kill him—not even an insignificant mortal he would not deign to look at in normal times.
And the Yun Che he hated so much stood high above, proudly receiving the awe and reverence of all.
Unfair...
I, the Dragon Emperor, have lived 350,000 years, cultivating profound art, mind, and soul for 350,000 years, to become the emperor of an age.
And he, a junior of just half a jiazi, barely a ten-thousandth of my lifespan... yet has defeated and humiliated me like this, and with a wave of his hand destroyed the Dragon God lineage that had looked down on the world for a million years...
The Evil God's inheritance, the Demon Emperor's legacy, the Dragon God's gift, and even Shen Xi...
Why... why do things others would give everything for fall into his lap so easily...
Why is the heavenly way so unfair!
Why is fate so ridiculous!
W... h... y...
He struggled, finally standing up bit by bit, but no sooner had he risen than he fell to his knees again, unable even to straighten his upper body.
His injuries were not just external; his internal organs and meridians had long been seven or eight-tenths destroyed by darkness and flame. If his life force were not so strong, any other being would have died a thousand times over.
Above, Yan Wu, who had gradually stopped crying, hurriedly pulled away from Yun Che's chest. Without having time to wipe away her tears, she lowered her head and said in panic: "I'm... I'm sorry, Demon Lord, Yan Wu overstepped..."
Yun Che shook his head and smiled: "It's good to cry it out."
"..." Yan Wu wiped her hand across her jade-like face, her gaze firm: "Rest assured, Demon Lord. We of the Yan Mo clan are not so fragile. Yan Wu promises the Demon Lord that within ten thousand years, the Yan Mo Realm will regain its former glory and become the sharpest and most loyal demon blade in the Demon Lord's hand!"
These words also conveyed that she had resolved to take on the future of the Yan Mo Realm.
"Good." Yun Che nodded. "I look forward to it."
He turned, and a low voice reached every Northern Domain profound practitioner: "Finish it quickly!"
Using Arcane Firmament as a carrier, consuming both profound power and soul power was naturally more sustainable than pure soul consumption. Additionally, with nearly three years of mutual cultivation and integration with Shui Meiyin's Stainless Divine Soul, his overall soul power and control over the Dragon God's soul were far stronger than before.
But this suppression—arguably the most powerful soul pressure in the world—still could not last long.
By now, he was beginning to feel mild dizziness. However, as the Demon Lord, he naturally could not show it.
Under the Demon Lord's command, the Northern Domain practitioners immediately stopped their brutal play, each demonic energy striking vital points. The rate at which Dragon Lords, Chief Dragons, Chi Dragons, and Hui Dragons fell dead increased sharply.
But for them, this was also a kind of release.
Shui Meiyin placed Shui Yingyue on a barrier, then flashed to Yun Che's side. Her small hand pressed on his back, and the warmth of her Stainless Divine Soul made Yun Che's slightly chaotic senses instantly crystal clear.
"Don't worry, I can hold out completely." Yun Che reassured.
After a slight soothing under Shui Meiyin's Stainless Divine Soul, Yun Che moved and arrived before the Primordial Dragon Emperor.
Without words, a white light flashed in the Primordial Dragon Emperor's dragon eyes. A semi-transparent barrier gently carried the unconscious Cai Zhi and placed her before Yun Che.
Yun Che reached out, taking her into his arms with extreme gentleness and care, pressing her close to his chest.
Over the years, Cai Zhi's figure and appearance had not changed at all. Her delicate, petite body was excessively light and soft, lying in his arms like a sleeping kitten.
She was not severely injured, but her whole body was abnormally weak, clearly having fought until her last ounce of strength.
Slowly, he held her a little tighter, looking down at her pale face for a long, long time before raising his head: "Primordial Dragon Emperor, this Demon Lord will not forget the great kindness of your clan."
In today's battle, the core of the Primordial Dragon clan had withered by more than half. Moreover, the Primordial Dragon Emperor had done his utmost to protect Cai Zhi's safety. Both points were great favors to him.
"No matter," said the Primordial Dragon Emperor. "Just treat our master well."
"Mm." Yun Che responded lightly. Cai Zhi was his wife—such matters needed no extra promises.
The demon marks planted on the Primordial Dragon clan by Jie Tian Mo Di could likely be removed by him with the Dark Eternal Calamity.
However, Yun Che only hesitated briefly and did not mention it.