Chapter 358: Chapter 358

358: 346 358: 346 She half-dozed with a pair of crimson, slender fox-like eyes, her hand toying with a severed head.

Fine and soft hair cascaded like running water beneath the silver Emperor’s Crown, as black as an endless, unwaking night.

The head lying between her thighs stared back at her with ghostly eyes, saying, “I am not your plaything.”

Si Li gazed down with those fox-like eyes, a hint of wicked charm in her slightly drooped eyelids, and chuckled lightly, “After all, it is a beauty’s head; why such a temper?”

Seeing she remained unchanged, the beauty’s head closed its eyes, no longer speaking another word.

Just then, an overwhelming aura swept over, and not far in front of her, the space covered by her dark aura suddenly split open, revealing a huge rift.

A man emerged from the rift, carrying a sharp presence with him.

The man was dressed in simple purple attire, from the hairpin to the sword at his waist, all appeared understated.

Yet these modest accessories became significant because of the man’s identity.

The man gazed straight at the woman on the throne, his tone laced with mockery, “Since when could the Corpse Demon Clan so openly and honorably set foot upon grounds of the Immortal?”

Si Li narrowed her eyes and looked down, fixing her gaze not on him but on the city of Xianling beneath her feet.

She spoke nonchalantly, “The Six Realms and Four Seas, Tianyao, the Eight Desolates—where cannot I go?

And as you see, I not only have come but am also quite brazen.”

Brazenness hardly summed up the woman’s intimidating presence.

Inside Xianling City, most of the forces from various Immortal Sects had already entered Ghost Mountain.

Only those of noble status remained cautious, sending forth their capable Guest Elder Cultivators to scout Ghost Mountain.

The forerunners were not always the victors.

These truly noble figures were always quite patient.

Yet, before their patience had worn thin, an overwhelming spectacle had descended upon Xianling City.

Though the Xianling City’s City Lord’s great examination was an event that took place once every few centuries, they could have never anticipated it would attract someone of Legendary Level.

In the presence of such individuals, no matter how complicated and noble their status, they were as insignificant as ordinary mortals within the city or even as ants—trivial and minute.

They had never seen the Emperor, but when that man appeared amid the shattered Array Light, they all recognized his identity at first glance.

The Emperor was the oldest and most powerful ruler of the seas, the Water God himself.

His mere presence was so sharp and commanding that it gave the impression of an overwhelming sea pouring from a chasm and descending from the summit, his aura subtly unleashed evoking the fear of an imminent world-engulfing flood.

Some looked through the Thunder Sea, braving the piercing agony in their eyes, fixated on the woman on the throne, full of shock.

she is Si Li, a descendant of Jiang Chen, one of the sixteen Royal Families!”

“How could the Corpse Demon Clan come here!

Look at her, is she aiming to challenge the majesty of the Emperor?!”

“The bloodline of the Corpse Demon Clan is special, indeed; they are powerful, but she’s facing the creator of seas from the time when heaven and earth were rend, the Water God, the sole Royal Family that has remained silent for so many years.

Does she not cherish the bloodline inheritance, intending to let the lineage of the Corpse King Jiang Chen utterly cease?”

In an instant, whispers of shocked conversations echoed among the high towers within Xianling City, mixed with barely concealed trepidation.

As immortals fight, the collateral damage extends to the innocent bystanders.

Although Si Li of the Royal Family might not be a match for His Majesty the Emperor, she did have a calibre for battle; merely her residual effects were a formidable challenge for all those present to endure.

Within the refined seats in the high towers, the two sons of Shifang City bore visibly troubled expressions.

The issue regarding the Ghost had yet to be resolved, and now the Emperor Himself had been directly roused.

The second son, Fang Zhuozhong, glanced at the woman in the blood robe amidst the thunder and lightning, then quickly averted his gaze as if from a venomous snake, dread deep in his eyes.

He said coldly, “The waters of Xianling City are indeed becoming deeper.”

The first son, Fang Zhuohang, shook his head with a troubled look, consoling himself, “Si Li does indeed possess divine and demonic power capable of dominating the Heavens.

Her appearance here today is beyond everyone’s expectations, but you need not worry too much, for today…

she will not survive.”

“What do you mean?” Fang Zhuozhong’s eyes flickered slightly.

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan failed to exterminate the Corpse Demon Clan, and even the Corpse King could only be subdued by the Golden Seal, sealed for eternity.

The Corpse Demon Clan’s lineage comes straight from Jiang Chen, and to annihilate the fifteen other Royal Families, the Immortal World had paid a heavy price.

As the youngest and mightiest trump card of the Royal Families, he felt…

it wouldn’t be so easy for her to rush towards death.

Fang Zhuohang shook his head, his gaze fixed on that head, unwilling to speak another word.

As debates continued throughout the city, Si Li’s expression remained unaffected, as if oblivious.

Just when everyone expected the Emperor to personally take her down, he simply placed his hand slowly upon the hilt of his sword, stating with a calm demeanor, “Return, you cannot take this head inside.”

Without a hint of murderous intent or combat readiness, it was perhaps loftiness or disdain.

His gaze, inherently superior, remained unyielding against Si Li from the moment he appeared, speaking from a height equal to hers but always with the air of looking down.

However, nobody thought his actions to be disrespectful.

Because both the Cultivators in the city and the Emperor himself believed he had every right to do so.

Si Li laughed lightly, her eyes filled with veiled scorn, “Do you really think that back then, thanks to your moment of mercy, I was able to survive the ‘Inferno of the Seas’ battle without suffering like my fifteen brothers, not having my Corpse Pearl excised and perishing under the scorching sun?”

The Emperor remained silent, his gaze on her growing stern.

Thunder resplendent and dazzling, a night breeze stirred the wild grass of the deep forests.

Si Li rose from her throne; the head in her hand vanished, its whereabouts unknown, and the throne behind her crumbled as she left, taking a step forward as a thousand steps on the Thunder Stairs turned into endless thunder dragons racing across the sky!

Under the might of such thunder, not a single drop of dew, nor even clouds and mist, could remain.

She spoke at length, “After all these years, don’t you wonder why I am still alive?” She slowly outstretched her hands, a simple gesture met with the utmost respect from heaven and earth.

Ancient Divine Steles from all directions crumbled into silence.

A flicker of emotion finally crossed the Emperor’s face.

His King’s Robe swayed amidst the thundering flames, and Si Li’s crimson slender lips curved, carrying not a trace of a smile, only a chill colder than storm and rain, “You advise me to return, that can only happen if you have the right to kill me!”

The Emperor’s half-closed eyes slowly opened, and all the lightning of All Heavens extinguished under his gaze, turning into ashes.

His voice sounded regretful and mildly mocking, “Obstinate and on a path to self-destruction.”

Suddenly, a profound silence fell between heaven and earth.

The Emperor, drew his sword.