Chapter 447: Chapter 447
447: Chapter 343: The Emperor’s Death 447: Chapter 343: The Emperor’s Death Arao listened to these words and instantly broke out into laughter, her eyebrows and eyes curving like in the days of old, but her deep-set eyes were no longer clear and translucent.
“Do you think I’ve gone mad, Master?
You’re so clever, why don’t you guess how I managed to reach the Holy Peak in just a few short months and trample all the immortals beneath my feet?”
He squinted his eyes and said nothing, but an absurd idea that sent shivers down his spine sprang up in his mind.
She made a small gesture with a smile on her face.
Suddenly, the dense demon clouds behind her parted like the tide, and a tall, majestic figure emerged.
As he stepped down the mountain stairs, the pitch-black demon mists wrapped around him like a cloak faded with the wind, revealing a valiant and dignified face.
He was dressed in an exquisite and luxurious black Imperial Robe, adorned with gold-trimmed edges that reflected a sacred and blinding light under the fierce sun.
In the heavens and the Mortal World, the Six Realms and Four Seas, and the Eight Desolates, only one Venerable had the right to wear such a robe.
Yet this noble Imperial Robe was slightly bloodstained and worn, with specks of dark red and numerous tears.
His high nose was bound with a blood-soaked ribbon, and his eyes were covered.
The skin below had unforgivably ominous, greenish corpse patterns spreading across it.
His skin was unnaturally pale, and he seemed utterly lifeless.
He shuddered all over, his face turned pale as paper, and the tall figure on the stele seemed to wobble momentarily.
His pupils contracted violently, his hand trembling uncontrollably with the Ancient Sword as he shouted fiercely, “How dare you!!!”
The person who came was none other than the ruler of the Six Realms, the sole Emperor of the Immortal World, Zhu Zhan!
He had actually been turned into a Corpse Puppet, an existence of utmost evil and heinousness.
Creating a Corpse Puppet involved first annihilating the soul within the body, casting the corpse into the filthy depths of the Demon Prison, and infusing it with ancient Evil Spirits marked with a seal.
This way, the body’s original cultivation power could be preserved, and it would be entirely controlled by the Evil Spirit’s Seal Master.
This act was a grave disrespect to the dead.
No wonder she toppled the commonfolk in just a few days!
It was because she had such a powerful Emperor Corpse Puppet in her hands!
How could the Mortal World not fall!
This was a deity revered by all living beings!
“What wouldn’t I dare to do?” Arao chuckled lightly.
“I really should thank you, Master, for confining me in the Demon Suppressing Tower.
This tower was forged from the bones of the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan.
Linked as they are, if he hadn’t been so arrogant to think no demon could break the tower, how would I have had the chance to severely damage him?”
He trembled with anger, and a million Sword Souls, affected by their master’s emotions, cried out in a sound that shocked the heavens and the earth.
The Tianxi Stele exploded, and the sword lights and inscriptions spread through the skies, covered by the everlasting night’s skies as purple Qi rose, Sword Souls filling the heavens like sparkling stars.
As if a sword from the great rivers above, Bai Tuo Mountain rose like a divine nation from the ground, piercing through the Nine Heavens.
A divine bridge not of the Mortal World spanned the long river, sword lights cleansed and morning light refined, Sword Souls entered the Heavenly Sea, rushing downward!
Ancient holy powers disturbed the souls of tens of thousands of Demon Soldiers!
Among those million golden Sword Souls, the Corpse Puppet Zhu Zhan took a lateral step, roaming in the Heavenly Sea.
Behind him, a purple and black Emperor Star rose, and with a punch, he shattered the Emperor Star, divine powers entwined in his palm, directly breaking open the Heavenly Sea Sword Soul, Fist Intent limitless in the sky, every punch resonating with the principles that could shake the heavens and earth.
A black Jade strapped around his waist was imbued with powerful Divine Intent.
The sword handle of the Sword Master, adorned with green jade, however, remained dim, further splitting at the center due to his division of the netherworld, creating a deep crack like the Heavenly Gorge.
The disparity between the two was clear at a glance
Before this Emperor, he felt nearly insignificant.
Yet, he crossed his sword and struck with the momentum of a dragon-slaying force, actually managing to withstand the supreme Divine Skills filled with imperial might.
Zhu Zhan clapped his hands together; within the massive God Demon Dharma Form from the black and purple Emperor Star, the Corpse Puppet merged with the Dharma Form.
Amidst the endless stars in the Heavenly River, the perished deities violently clashed with the earthly Sword Immortal, a fierce battle unfurling without distinction of day or night.
Star fragments and thunderfire scattered chaotically in the collapsing space.
The Six Rivers shook, and Shu Ci’s cold face slowly drained of color, her voice trembling slightly, “The Heavenly Seal Swordsman hasn’t even claimed the title of Emperor, yet he already possesses the power to face Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan head-on?”
Erhe Zangxin shook uncontrollably, his eyes filled with madness, resentment, and unwillingness.
“Do not forget, though, the Evil Spirit forcibly infused into Zhu Zhan is the old Demon Lord, a fusion of god, demon, and evil.
No matter how strong the Sword Master is, he’s no match for him.”
As soon as these words fell, the wind went silent.
The massive God Demon Dharma Form of Zhu Zhan crumbled into pieces of black and purple Thunder Debris, the Corpse Puppet Zhu Zhan plummeting from the Dharma Form, even his physical body dissolving into dust and smoke under the golden Sword Intent.
The black and purple Emperor Star exploded.
The Heavenly Sea returned to nothingness, Sword Souls flickered and vanished, an emperor fell, and with it descended a great cold, heavy late autumn snow roaring down, Heavenly Mountain snowflakes large as mats, endlessly blowing to cover the Mortal World.
The nine fiery magic birds’ wings were buried and dead under the heavy snow, silently.
Amidst the fog, he slowly walked out, dragging his sword, his wide sword robe trailing on the pristine white snow, drawing a strikingly long and vivid red.
With all his strength, he personally buried the former emperor.
The winding fresh blood continuously trickled from his cheek, and in the elegant, misty starlight, he appeared an inviolable deity, the green jade hanging from the sword handle split further, finally breaking in two, one half falling onto the snowy ground.
Today, the proud Six Rivers finally held complete respect and admiration for this great Sword Master.
He solemnly lifted his sword, pointing it towards Arao.
This gesture represented his resolution to live or die!
Arao looked at him with a tranquil expression, creating no need for further dialogue; between them, there were no words left to say.
A battle of pinnacle ended, and hastily, another battle began.
This grand battle cared not for so-called fairness or respect for one’s teacher and the old ways.
The Six Rivers surged together, a million Demon Soldiers swept in with a crushing momentum that brought suffocating despair.
In the end, five of the Six Rivers perished, a million Demon Soldiers silenced in the endless heavy snow.
Even Shu Ci paid a very bitter price in this battle, her Cursed Body of the undying finally breaking, her Demon Soldier body resolved, and she was transformed by the sword into an ordinary member of the Demon Clan.
Countless disciples of Tianxi perished or were injured.
Upon the lofty battlefield, only the Demon Lord Arao remained unscathed.
She had somehow summoned a red gold Demon Spear in her hand, piercing him through the chest and cruelly nailing him to the Tianxi Stele.
The spear, covered in mottled fiery cloud patterns, began burning fiercely as it absorbed his blood, spreading wounds like volcanic earth lava across his penetrated flesh.
He could no longer hold the Ancient Sword in his hands, it slipped weakly and stabbed obliquely into the snowy ground, the half green jade hanging from the sword handle tragically swaying.