Chapter 2148

This voice was not singular; upon careful discernment, it contained the weeping of those who had left, the roars of warriors, the hearty, bold laughter of joy, deafening shouts, and even tender midnight whispers.

The myriad intentions and countless voices merged into one, arriving from an extremely distant place, actually becoming a vast sound, transforming deep affection into utter indifference.

He Lingchuan, however, curled the corner of his mouth into a cold smile.

You want the Nine Nether Great Emperor to kneel? With you? You're not worthy!

Sensing He Lingchuan's predicament, the Jinglong Battle Armor arrived unsummoned, instantly covering its master's entire body.

On the battlefield, the Nine Nether Great Emperor, radiating killing intent, reappeared; the Lu family members beside him were greatly alarmed and retreated, while only the Black Armored Guards charged forward.

He did not kneel, so the pressure bearing on his body surged again; had it been another, they might already have been crushed into pulp. But with the battle armor supporting him, He Lingchuan's resistance became even stronger than before.

He also heard the Blood Demon let out a low cry: "Eh, what is this thing?"

Under the gaze of all, they saw golden light winding around his wrist, as if something was slowly forming.

He Lingchuan, behind him, two Black Armored Guards rushed forward urgently, supporting him and saying: "Great Emperor!"

Eager to protect their master, they raised their blades, intending to pry this thing from the Nine Nether Great Emperor's wrist.

The Blood Demon hastily called out: "Stop!"

The golden light on He Lingchuan's wrist made it feel extreme danger. Just as He Lingchuan had said, this is an ominous object; touching it means certain death!

However, it was too late; these two guards had not yet struck the golden light, merely reaching out to touch the Jinglong Battle Armor, when suddenly their faces changed drastically, and with a thud, they knelt down on the spot!

Everyone then heard a series of cracking sounds, crisp as firecrackers—

All the bone joints in their bodies shattered.

In just two or three breaths, the two Black Armored Guards lowered their heads, blood flowing from their noses.

They died kneeling.

Lu Qinhuan carefully extended a finger, probing beneath their noses:

"No breath."

Everyone was stunned. The two guards touched the Great Emperor and immediately died kneeling; just how powerful is the force of the bronze shards? And the Great Emperor himself, who bore the full brunt of this force, how much torment is he enduring now?

Wanqi Feng's eyes flashed with killing intent as he pointed at Lu Zhensheng: "Seize him!"

The Commander of Martial Affairs watched this farce, having remained silent until now, finally finding room to act. He drew his waist blade halfway, also glaring: "Who dares!"

Lu Zhensheng and his son fled to the northern rear of the Mou army; the Black Armor army and the Mou army immediately confronted each other, swords drawn and bows bent.

Normally, the Black Armor army would not rashly engage in combat, for the opposing side is the Mou army. Once bloodshed occurs between the two sides, even if lives are lost, it would escalate into a diplomatic incident, adding trouble for the Great Emperor.

But now, the Great Emperor has been schemed against by the Lu father and son, his situation is perilous—how could the Black Armor army bother with all this?

Wanqi Liang was about to charge out when Luo Xie grabbed him:

"Don't rush, trust the Lord!"

He stretched out his hand, and the Zhe Liao blade brushed downward, extending a zhang in length, blocking over a dozen Black Armored Guards who wanted to rush forward.

The Great Emperor dared to touch that bronze shard; he must have his reliance. He is the sole victor of the Battle of Overturning the Sea; neither Miao Zhantian nor the True Person of Qianhuan could kill him—can this tiny shard possibly do so?

Precisely because Luo Xie truly understands how powerful Qianhuan True Person and Miao Zhantian are, he has greater confidence in the Nine Nether Great Emperor than others do.

Wanqi Feng stared fixedly at Lu Zhensheng, shouting sternly: "You dare scheme against the Great Emperor! I will surely grind you into mincemeat!"

Lu Zhensheng stood behind the Commander of Martial Affairs, defending himself: "How would I know he would cause such a commotion! In previous tests of the Son of Fortune, everything was quiet and peaceful. Now the test hasn't even ended, you..."

Before Lu Zhensheng could say more, the Commander of the Yellow Banner tilted his head and snapped at him: "Shut up!"

Haven't you seen these Black Armored Guards are nearly mad? Pouring oil on the fire, they can no longer control this situation.

But Lu Zhensheng smiled, his smile containing a hint of madness.

He hopes they will clash right here on the spot. If the situation between the Black Armor army and the Mou army, between Cangyan and Mou State, further escalates, perhaps Mou State will have no choice but to intervene.

Lu Zhensheng can die, but He Huo must never think of taking the family head position!

As long as He Huo is killed by the demonic relic, the newly founded Cangyan State will also collapse in ruins; the Mou Emperor will surely be delighted, and the head of the Bailie family will still be able to be his Qing'an or Qinglin!

"Father, quickly look at the relic!" Lu Feiyan tugged at her father's sleeve, herself staring fixedly at the golden light on the Nine Nether Great Emperor's wrist.

Part of the light had already solidified, slowly taking shape.

Like a half-ring, covered in fine scale-like patterns.

Isn't that just... the bronze shard from the Lu Ming Ding?

But now it appears, its shape is more complete than when it was in the cauldron, as if a segment had been added onto it.

Lu Zhenxian was also quite surprised: "Ah, so it's a bracelet?"

Indeed, it looks like a bronze bracelet, currently missing half, and yet the golden light poured into it seems to be repairing itself!

At this moment, He Lingchuan's body burst forth with a rich light, black and red.

The black is the signature karma of the Nine Nether Great Emperor; the red is primordial force.

These two intense lights spun in the venue, rapidly spreading outward, nearly encompassing everyone present.

The karma is automatically triggered by the Jinglong Battle Armor; the primordial force is actively activated by He Lingchuan.

He is not entirely clear what the golden light of the bronze shard actually is; even true force cannot detect or counter it, so he simply activated primordial force.

Indeed, as soon as karma and primordial force emerged, He Lingchuan immediately felt the pressure on his shoulders and neck weaken by more than half, temporarily eliminating the risk of breaking.

And under the assault of these two lights, the golden silk emanating from He Lingchuan's palm was accelerated and squeezed toward his wrist.

The speed at which that bronze bracelet took shape kept increasing.

In this scene, everyone watched without blinking.

Luo Xie and Lu Feiyan, among others, were so tense they broke out in cold sweat.

They also understood: if the bracelet forms successfully, then the Great Emperor will successfully suppress this mysterious immortal relic.

If it cannot form...

Will the Nine Nether Great Emperor follow in the footsteps of those two Black Armored Guards?

Primordial force can resist this mysterious force, which was within He Lingchuan's expectation, after all, the nature of primordial force is far more complex than true force.

But karmic force actually takes effect—this is truly unexpected.

Karmic force is the power of retribution, the power of entanglement, and like primordial force, it does not fall under "cultivation." He Lingchuan originally thought it harmed both enemy and self, making it one of the infamous "evil forces."

Precisely because once entangled by it, there is no end, harming body and life, cultivators avoid it at all costs.

But what exactly is the power that can counter karmic force?

He had no time to ponder, for the pressure from the golden silk remained astonishingly intense, and the voice in his ear suddenly shifted to earnest, coaxing persuasion:

Kneel down, and kneeling will bring ease.

Bow your head to me—isn't that not so difficult?

As long as you kneel, you need not endure inhuman suffering!

But what consequences would kneeling bring? The black-armored guards nearby serve as a warning. He Lingchuan listened in all directions, and would not believe it a bit.