Chapter 112: Who's afraid of you when you have no true immortal behind you?

The black-robed envoy's domain unfolded, and the originally violent laws between heaven and earth instantly solidified.

This is a kind of high-dimensional suppression.

It's like a person in a painting trying to jump out of the canvas, but being held down by the painter.

Gu Xuan Ce's formation disk in his hand dimmed, the jade hairpin in Jiang Rou's hair stopped trembling, and even Gu Linjiang's fist force, capable of shattering stars, was forcibly frozen in midair.

Gu Zhan felt his whole body's bones creaking under this pressure.

But he wasn't just unafraid; instead, he glared with bullish eyes, staring intently at the black-robed figure hovering in midair: "This pressure is even more sinister than the family head usually is, like something just crawled out of a grave."

"Shut up."

Gu Xue Dao let out a low shout; though his battle spear couldn't be swung, its tip still pointed upward, his fighting spirit undiminished.

In midair, the black-robed envoy greatly enjoyed this feeling of controlling everything.

He wasn't in a hurry to act.

For an eternity of life, watching prey struggle in despair is a rare delight.

"You're not bad."

The black-robed envoy had his hands behind his back; the green eyes beneath his hood swept over everyone, his tone carrying a lofty judgment,

"Regardless of fleshly body, formation arts, or that strange flower-blooming divine ability, placed in the upper realm, they would still be considered stunning; if given you another few tens of thousands of years, perhaps you could truly threaten me."

He paused, his gaze finally landing on Gu Yuan.

"Especially you, little brat."

"To wield a true immortal talisman with a mortal body—those behind you must be no small fry. But I'm more curious how you found this world, when its coordinates have clearly been blocked by me."

Gu Yuan was munching melon seeds; hearing this, his motion paused, and he casually tossed the shells onto the ground.

"How so? You want to know?"

Gu Yuan clapped his hands, showing no trace of panic from being suppressed,

"If you want to know, just say it straight; if you don't tell me, how would I know you want to know? Even if I won't tell you even if you ask, at least this makes you happier, gives you a sense of participation."

The black-robed envoy's eye twitched slightly.

This brat's mouth is more hateful than those few ancient gods combined.

"Sharp-tongued."

The black-robed envoy sneered, "I have laid out plans in this world for three hundred thousand years, on the verge of reaping the fruits, yet you barged in, not only killing my dog but also trying to steal my flesh."

"Do you understand? This is art."

"And you are merely a bunch of bandits who only know how to destroy art."

Gu Yuan laughed upon hearing that.

He turned to look at his father beside him: "Dad, do villains these days talk so much? Killing and looting is just killing and looting; why drag in art, aren't you embarrassed?"

Gu Lin Tian stood there; although his whole body was also shrouded by the domain, the corner of his clothes still fluttered slightly.

That wasn't wind.

That was his own Dao, repelling the opponent's domain.

"Because he's guilty."

Gu Lin Tian gave a light comment: "Only the weak need to bolster themselves with words before acting, or seek a reason to strike; true powerhouses usually just send the opponent on their way."

"Impudent!"

The black-robed envoy was struck in a sore spot, his face instantly darkening.

He was indeed wary.

He was wary of Gu Lin Tian's inscrutable identity, wary of whether those few immortal artifacts might suddenly erupt, and wary of the fact that, despite his low cultivation, his body contained power far exceeding its origin.

So he wanted to use words to undermine the opponent's fighting spirit, or to fish out more trump cards.

"Since you're eager to seek death, I'll grant it!"

The black-robed envoy ceased talking, and with a single hand grasped the void.

Boom—

The entire Twilight Forbidden Land's grey mist instantly boiled, turning into a black giant hand that blotted out the sky, which slammed down fiercely upon the Gu family crowd.

This strike held nothing back.

A casual strike from a True Immortal Peak could wipe out this forbidden land.

The four venerables sent away by the black-robed envoy, hiding in the distance, the ancient gods saw this scene, their eyes full of glee.

Die!

All die!

However.

Facing this apocalyptic disaster, Gu Yuan merely sighed, producing that bronze immortal token.

"I've told you all along, don't force me."

"Again this move?"

The black-robed envoy, seeing this, not only did not stop, but revealed a mocking smile,

"The same trick is useless against me! The energy in that token must have been exhausted by that strike just now—who are you trying to scare by bringing it out now..."

His words hadn't finished.

Hum—

The bronze immortal token trembled violently.

The previously faded 'Gu' character on it once again burst forth with brilliant immortal light!

A grand, overbearing, supreme will descended once again.

"What?!"

The black-robed envoy's eyes almost popped out.

This isn't cultivation!

This talisman, sealed with a full-power strike from a peak True Immortal, consumes a massive amount of primordial essence per hit—using it once and then discarding it is common sense!

Boom!

There's no time for the black-robed envoy to think; the towering figure on the Immortal Command appears again.

This time, he didn't use a finger.

But he raised his palm and gave that incoming black giant hand a backhanded big slap.

Smack!!!

The clear sound rang throughout the Twilight Divine Realm.

That black giant hand, formed from countless laws and resentments, was as flimsy as foam and was shattered to pieces by that slap.

The force did not wane.

That jade-like crystal palm pierced space, pierced the domain, and landed solidly on the black-robed envoy's face.

Pfft——

The black-robed envoy flew sideways like a torn sack, half his body smashed to pieces, black immortal blood spraying across the vast sky.

"Ahhh!!!"

The black-robed envoy stabilized his form ten thousand zhang away, covering his bloody, mangled face, and let out a miserable howl.

Pain!

So painful!

It's not just bodily pain; it's a trampling of dignity.

He, a peak True Immortal and an envoy of the Immortal Realm, was actually slapped by a talisman?

"I'll kill you! I'll pull out your souls and roast them on netherfire for hundreds of millions of years!"

The black-robed envoy went completely mad.

He no longer held back; the primordial essence power of a peak True Immortal within him burned wildly.

His originally humanoid body began to swell and twist.

In the blink of an eye.

A terrifying monster ten thousand zhang tall, with three heads, black pus flowing all over its body, and twelve pairs of rotting wings on its back, appeared between heaven and earth.

This is his true form.

An extraterrestrial fallen ancient demon!

Being his master—

A demon formed by the enlightenment of an Immortal King realm powerhouse!

As his true form emerged, the laws of this world completely collapsed, space shattered like a mirror, and endless void storms poured in.

"Now, the game is over."

The central head of the ancient demon opened its blood‑filled maw, and its voice thundered like a clap of thunder.

Even if his True Immortal talisman could still be used a few more times, it would be absolutely impossible to kill him while he has revealed his true form!

This stems from the ancient demon's confidence in its mighty physique.

More importantly, he can see this from that.

This kid has no one behind him!

If he did, he would certainly not waste a True Immortal's power; he would just call for help.

What does that indicate?

It indicates that the True Immortal behind him is already dead!

Without True Immortal-level strength, who is he still afraid of?

In today's world, only this ancient demon is invincible!