Chapter 2927: Chi Xingtian and the Black Heart Demon Lord
The reddish-yellow Gobi desert outside Yuchen Temple had long turned into a sea of magma from the divine battle, then solidified into hard stone.
"Boom!"
At one spot, the stone cracked, and two beams of divine light flew out from within, landing on the ground.
The Black Heart Demon Lord was covered in blood, especially from the six bloody holes pierced through by divine swords, from which divine qi continuously surged outward, unable to heal.
The sword qi was constantly damaging his physical body.
It made his divine body seem like a broken leather ball.
Luan Ying Zhenjun transformed into human form, sporting a large eagle head, and said with lingering fear, "We finally escaped. That was terrifying. That ten-thousand-zhang corpse god, I have no idea what its origin is. Even in the Demon God Realm, you'd be hard-pressed to find a few forbidden lands more terrifying than this."
He glanced at the Black Heart Demon Lord, his heart trembling, and sighed, "Zhang Ruochen is formidable indeed, to have wounded the Demon Lord so severely."
The Black Heart Demon Lord glared at him with cold, sinking eyes.
Luan Ying Zhenjun quickly shut his mouth, knowing that great gods valued their face immensely. What he had just said had wounded the Black Heart Demon Lord's dignity.
A great god, after all, was not to be trifled with.
Best to say no more.
The Black Heart Demon Lord snorted coldly, "Zhang Ruochen possesses a peerless sword strike, one that is definitely not his own power. If not for being severely wounded by that sword, with him being merely a junior who became a god a few decades ago, I could have crushed him with a single finger."
"If it were any other new god who became a god a few decades ago, they probably would have been crushed by a great god's finger. But Zhang Ruochen..." Luan Ying Zhenjun thought to himself.
Recalling how Zhang Ruochen had pointed a finger, sending six swords flying together, unleashing such formidable combat power, Luan Ying Zhenjun was still deeply shaken.
He felt that this young man had already become an absolute powerhouse in the divine realm and could no longer be regarded as a new god.
Luan Ying Zhenjun said, "Demon Lord, aren't you curious why Zhang Ruochen's martial cultivation wasn't abolished?"
The Black Heart Demon Lord's expression darkened a few shades. "If a Heavenly Lord personally abolished your cultivation, do you think you could recover?"
"What does the Demon Lord mean?"
"Obviously, Zhang Ruochen's abolition was entirely a means for the Hell Realm to protect him. They put on a convincing act, even bringing in a Heavenly Lord."
The Black Heart Demon Lord resolved inwardly that even if he couldn't kill Zhang Ruochen himself, he would report this matter to the Heavenly Palace.
Let the Heavenly Palace take action to kill Zhang Ruochen, and never allow this brat to become a God Venerable in the future.
Wait... why did I have the thought that I couldn't kill Zhang Ruochen?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. I am a great god.
For a great god to kill a new god, how could it be difficult?
"Someone's coming!"
The Black Heart Demon Lord looked toward the horizon.
Mu Lingxi, with magnificent phoenix wings sprouting from her back, flew through the sky, leaving a trail of colorful light, and descended directly toward the location of the Black Heart Demon Lord and Luan Ying Zhenjun.
"Black Heart Demon Lord, why are you on Xinghuantian?"
Mu Lingxi naturally recognized the Black Heart Demon Lord, and a cold gleam appeared in her almond-shaped eyes.
Who wouldn't hate this traitor from the Kunlun Realm, known to all?
"How dare you! When you see a god, why don't you kneel?"
Luan Ying Zhenjun clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze fierce, pressing his invisible divine might toward Mu Lingxi.
Mu Lingxi had already reached the pinnacle of the Great Saint level; mere divine might could not suppress her.
The Black Heart Demon Lord, being such an existence, naturally wouldn't bother with a mere Great Saint.
However, he sensed a strong aura of the Moon God on Mu Lingxi, and it was very dense.
With a slight calculation, he already had the result.
His tone was unfriendly. "So you are the Moon God's personal disciple. No wonder you dare to call me by my name. But you, a mere Great Saint, showing such disrespect to a god—this is no small offense!"
Back then, Bian Zhuang had forced the Black Heart Demon Lord to hand over the divine medicine he had painstakingly found in the Truth Heaven Domain, giving it to the Moon God.
The Black Heart Demon Lord had harbored resentment over this ever since.
Now, even a mere Saint realm disciple dared to disrespect him—how could the Black Heart Demon Lord not be furious?
Mu Lingxi was fearless. "How many pieces of the Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription from the Kunlun Realm did you take? Is the stone inscription on you?"
The Black Heart Demon Lord was so angry he laughed. "That's right, the Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription is on me. What do you plan to do about it?"
Luan Ying Zhenjun said, "This little girl is so insolent. Why waste words with her? Even if she is the Moon God's disciple, disrespecting a god means she must die."
"Who speaks so arrogantly? She is my adopted daughter. Try touching a single hair on her head." A rough voice echoed through heaven and earth.
Chi Xingtian, with his tall and burly divine body, walked out step by step. Though he didn't release his divine might, the invisible pressure weighed heavily on Luan Ying Zhenjun, making it hard for him even to breathe.
"Qingli King!"
The Black Heart Demon Lord's mind trembled violently, as if he had seen a ghost, unable to believe that Chi Xingtian had escaped from Luozu Cloud Mountain Realm.
Chi Xingtian had only been freed a few years ago. After returning to the Kunlun Realm, he went into seclusion to recover and never went to the Heavenly Court. Plus, both Yunshen Daozhu and Luozu Cloud Mountain Realm had deliberately sealed the news, so the Black Heart Demon Lord naturally didn't know Chi Xingtian had been freed.
Back in the Kunlun Realm, when the Black Heart Demon Lord was at his peak, he had only reached the Supreme Realm Great Saint level. Chi Xingtian was already a legendary war god shaking the universe, standing at the top of the cosmos—how could he have noticed him?
But now, Chi Xingtian's gaze was locked firmly on him. "So you are the Black Heart Demon Lord, the current number one powerhouse of the Black Demon Realm?"
"I dare not... Before the Qingli King, Black Heart wouldn't dare call himself a powerhouse."
The Black Heart Demon Lord's heart was heavy. As he bowed, he was desperately thinking of a way to break free and survive.
"Whoosh!"
Chi Xingtian waved his arm.
Instantly, the four Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription divine tablets stored in the Black Heart Demon Lord's divine realm world shrank to the size of walnuts and floated into Chi Xingtian's palm.
The Black Heart Demon Lord gritted his teeth but dared not act out.
When cultivating in the Kunlun Realm, the Black Heart Demon Lord had always regarded Chi Xingtian as his goal to chase, a divine mountain in his heart. Even now, having reached the great god level, that trace still remained in his heart.
Chi Xingtian refined the four divine tablets briefly, put them away, and said in a deep voice, "In my eyes, traitors must die, and die a thousand cuts. The Sky-Connecting Divine Tree was cut down because of you. You deserve your fate."
"I don't accept this!"
The Black Heart Demon Lord roared, "I admit to everything else, but I don't accept the blame for the Sky-Connecting Divine Tree being cut down. There are still those in the know alive in this world who can prove I had nothing to do with it."
Chi Xingtian had a headache.
If the Black Heart Demon Lord had risen up to fight him, Chi Xingtian wouldn't have minded killing him right then and there. Although killing a Heavenly Court great god would surely bring severe punishment from the Heavenly Palace, he wasn't afraid at all.
But the Black Heart Demon Lord insisted on reasoning with him—wasn't that just making things difficult?
Mu Lingxi said, "After the Kunlun Realm merit battlefield was opened, you ordered the cultivators of the Black Demon Realm to massacre and plunder wildly in the Kunlun Realm. Right or wrong aside, just this blood debt alone makes you unforgivable."
"Well said."
Chi Xingtian echoed, not giving the Black Heart Demon Lord a chance to speak, lest he continue reasoning. Demonic qi surged from his body, forming a large handprint above the Black Heart Demon Lord's head.
Luan Ying Zhenjun was terrified out of his wits. Who was this person, daring to kill the Black Heart Demon Lord? Wasn't he afraid of the Heavenly Palace's thunderous wrath?
The Black Heart Demon Lord was a great god—why wasn't he fleeing?
The Black Heart Demon Lord had thought of fleeing.
But he knew Chi Xingtian's prowess well. A hundred thousand years ago, the Valley Master of Feixian Valley, Yu Qingsheng, had written "On Great Gods," analyzing the then-living great gods from multiple aspects: physical body, speed, cultivation, divine powers, spiritual power, divine soul, formations, illusions, comprehensive ability, and so on.
She had ranked Chi Xingtian's physical body first among great gods.
Chi Xingtian's physical body, even when only at the Great Saint level, could withstand three strikes from a god without dying.
His head had been severed for a hundred thousand years, yet his torso didn't die. Among great gods, besides Chi Xingtian, where could you find another?
If they were in the starry sky, at a great distance, the Black Heart Demon Lord might have had a chance to escape.
But at such close range, trying to flee from Chi Xingtian, whose physical body was invincible—let alone the Black Heart Demon Lord, even those Taixu great gods who had lived for several eons probably couldn't do it.
At this life-or-death moment, the Black Heart Demon Lord roared, "I know who betrayed you all!"
Hearing this, Chi Xingtian was furious. In his mind, images flashed of the Kunlun Realm gods who had fought alongside him, dying one by one in tragic falls. Even Wen Tianjun might have perished, his blood staining a stretch of starry sky red.
"Besides Xuan Yi, who else could it be?"
Chi Xingtian grabbed the Black Heart Demon Lord like a chick and lifted him directly.
"Xuan Yi's cultivation back then wasn't that high. There was someone behind him," the Black Heart Demon Lord said.
"Who?"
"I can't say that. If I do, would the Qingli King still spare my life?" the Black Heart Demon Lord said.
"Boom!"
Chi Xingtian punched down, shattering nearly half of the Black Heart Demon Lord's body into broken bones and blood mist, which collapsed into a stone pit. "If you don't speak, I'll search your soul and seize your spirit."
"Although the Qingli King's physical body is powerful, his attainments in spiritual power are not that strong. And after all these years, your divine soul must be severely damaged, right? Trying to search the soul of a great god—I'm afraid it's impossible," the Black Heart Demon Lord said.
Mu Lingxi stopped Chi Xingtian, who was about to beat the Black Heart Demon Lord to death, and said, "The Black Heart Demon Lord is, after all, a great god of the Heavenly Court. Even if we want to kill him, we can't leave any traces."
"Kill him and be done with it. At worst..."
Chi Xingtian's tiger-like eyes turned to Luan Ying Zhenjun. "At worst, we silence everyone."
Luan Ying Zhenjun was startled and quickly knelt on one knee, bowing. "Qingli King, I'm one of your own! I am now the mount of Empress Chi Yao, so I'm practically half a Kunlun god."
Although he didn't know exactly who this Qingli King was, Luan Ying Zhenjun had gathered that he must be some ancient god from the Kunlun Realm.
Chi Xingtian showed a look of disdain. "A dignified god, so shameless. To save your life, dare you tell an even more disgraceful lie?"
"No, absolutely not. How would I dare lie before the Qingli King? Empress Chi Yao and Zhang Ruochen are underground. If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself," Luan Ying Zhenjun said.
"Zhang Ruochen is underground?" Mu Lingxi's eyes lit up.