Chapter 1790: The Downfall of the Xuan Yin Corpse King

"Stop!" the Xuan Yin Corpse King shouted angrily, unable to let these people continue targeting his corpses; this was an important force for destroying them.

He had miscalculated.

He had forgotten the existence of the Corpse-born Lotus; the sole counter to this move was the Corpse-born Lotus, these corpses could not be destroyed, if he did not die they could not be destroyed; as long as he remained hidden, continually activating his divine ability, activating these corpses to press forward, those people would eventually be worn out and die; in the end, the victor would surely be him.

But he never imagined these people would find a solution so quickly, continually sending away those corpses, letting his corpses be completely devoured, which instead benefited the Corpse-born Lotus; the Corpse-born Lotus was fed many corpses, and it kept increasing; at this rate, within half an hour it would mature.

And this divine ability of his would also collapse; even if it didn't collapse it would be useless; at this point it was no longer a question of whether it would collapse, but it was inevitable.

Moreover, his angry shout just now had exposed his position; he could not hide, could not… continue hiding there; he had to shift his position, because Chen Chuyang had found his location, finger raised, the Heavenly Tribulation Power erupted.

"I found you, Xuan Yin Corpse King."

"You can't escape."

"Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Finger."

"Three Thousand Thunder Finger."

Heaven and earth, dark clouds closed, lightning flashed, Heavenly Tribulation Power erupted; in less than a few breaths, the Heavenly Tribulation Power filled every corner of the sky, dense lightning that could bombard at any moment; this terrifying Heavenly Tribulation Power was the bane of aberrations.

Chen Chuyang was waiting; after locking onto the Xuan Yin Corpse King's position, he would not let him escape; this time, he had actively exposed his own position, so he could cripple him.

"Boom—"

As his right hand came down, the Heavenly Tribulation Finger headed toward the Xuan Yin Corpse King's position, without expanding the range nor targeting those other corpses, which were all food for the Corpse-born Lotus and could not be completely destroyed; having finally found a way to sacrifice the Xuan Yin Corpse King, how could we let him die pointlessly?

"Bang bang"

The place where the Xuan Yin Corpse King stood was instantly leveled, the land along with it cleared.

A deep pit appeared, a scorched-black pit, a pit hundreds of meters deep; the Xuan Yin Corpse King lay inside it, the Heavenly Tribulation Power continually attacking his body; this time the Xuan Yin Corpse King was thoroughly struck, the Heavenly Tribulation Power continually filling his body's interior, leaving him unable to… resist, also unable to expel.

The surroundings were all illuminated by the Heavenly Tribulation Power, shimmering with light.

"Pfft"

The Xuan Yin Corpse King knelt on the ground; he wanted to stand up, but he found he could not; the Heavenly Tribulation Power prevented him from using his Xuan Yin Corpse Qi and also from standing up.

He tried several times; in the end, he knelt and vomited blood.

The Heavenly Tribulation Power continually destroyed his body, his strength weakening accordingly; the strength of the Fourth Tribulation rapidly weakened to that of the Third Tribulation, and it showed no sign of stopping, continuing to decline.

At this rate of decline, he would soon collapse; the Xuan Yin Corpse King glared at Chen Chuyang, that person standing at the edge of the pit, arms crossed, gazing at him indifferently, that look as if looking at ants.

"Kid, over countless years, you are the first one who could make me this embarrassed."

"I will kill you."

The Xuan Yin Corpse King's killing intent could not be concealed; only slaughter, only fury.

Chen Chuyang crossed his arms, disdainfully saying, "Your gaze is not bad, but I don't like it."

"It seems you still haven't grasped the situation; before me, your move is useless."

Fingers raised, the Hunyuan Pill Fire condensed again; Chen Chuyang pointed his finger, and blazing flames erupted around the pit, encircling the Xuan Yin Corpse King completely, everything around sealed, leaving him no escape.

The land also solidified, preventing the Xuan Yin Corpse King from escaping underground.

This place was his prison, the place that would thoroughly trap him to death.

"Enjoy the gift I prepared for you."

"Hunyuan Pill Fire."

"Fire Dragon Dance."

Flames like fire dragons, nine fire dragons danced; each movement rapidly raised the temperature inside the pit; after a dozen or so cycles, the temperature swiftly reached an extremely terrifying level, incinerating the Xuan Yin Corpse King's body and also his Xuan Yin Corpse Qi.

The Xuan Yin Corpse King staggered to his feet, gritting his teeth, "Kid, do you think this can kill me?"

"Naive, I am an immortal undying existence; your flames cannot kill me."

He would not die.

This time he could recover; next time, likewise.

As for Chen Chuyang, he would remember this person, remember this bastard.

"Cough cough cough, this time I have fallen, but that does not mean I am dead."

The Xuan Yin Corpse King would not bow his head; he sensed Chen Chuyang's thoughts—this person had no intention of killing him outright, merely wanting to torment him, drain him, so that those people outside would continually send offerings to the Corpse-born Lotus, thereby accelerating its maturation.

The corpses outside rapidly dwindled, now less than one-fifth remaining; they would soon disappear completely, and his divine ability would also be scrapped along with them.

He could do nothing, only able to watch.

After a quarter hour, all the corpses had been sent as offerings, becoming the Corpse-born Lotus's offerings; the Corpse-born Lotus was about to mature, lacking only the final step.

The Xuan Yin Corpse King clearly understood that only he remained; the kid before him had long planned this, to make him one of the Corpse-born Lotus's offerings, draining his Xuan Yin Corpse Qi, continually weakening him until he became meat on a chopping board, to be slaughtered at will.

"I have remembered you, and also remembered you all."

"I will be waiting for you."

The Xuan Yin Corpse King swept his gaze over everyone, remembering them; each person could not escape; these people had obstructed his rebirth.

"I will wait for you in the Central Land; I have already sensed that, over there in the Central Land, another corpse of mine has already revived; you all, it's best not to go to the Central Land, otherwise I will spare no expense to kill you."

He was not just this body; he had many bodies.

Where consciousness exists, the body exists; someone who cultivates the Classic of Xuan Yin Corpse is one of his avatars, and will be possessed by him; possession successful, the Xuan Yin Corpse King can revive.

"That is for later; as for you now, you are only fit to be an offering."

Reaching out, Chen Chuyang seized his head, lifting it; the Xuan Yin Corpse King had no strength to resist, his Xuan Yin Corpse Qi unusable, all his strength gone.

At this moment he was like a chick, unable to do anything.

"Kid, you dare…" the Xuan Yin Corpse King could not accept, this person had actually humiliated him so much, he was too hateful.

No one had ever dared to treat him this way; the Xuan Yin Corpse King seethed with rage, yet he could do nothing, watching helplessly as he drew near the Corpse-born Lotus, the Corpse-born Lotus eager to move, long having wanted to devour everything of his.

At this moment the Xuan Yin Corpse King felt somewhat panicked, not wanting to become an offering to the Corpse-born Lotus.

"Kid, release me, I promise you a chance at immortality."

"Not needed." Chen Chuyang threw him away directly, giving him no chance to speak.

No!