Chapter 447: He who laughs at others will always be laughed at by others

On the other side.

Primordial Immortal Realm, Supreme Immortal Palace.

Within this highest space woven from endless chaotic qi flow and the Grand Dao's laws, the atmosphere had become eerily extreme.

Just half an hour ago, the Holy Master of Yaochi spat out a mouthful of golden giant-head blood in fury after his grandson Yao Wushuang's soul lamp shattered and the origin of his heavenly eye, which he had bestowed, was devoured by the strange.

However, before that blood had even cooled, a series of crackling explosions suddenly came from the direction of the side hall where the soul lamps were kept, as dense as frying beans.

This time, not only did the soul lamp representing Yao Wushuang shatter, but an entire large batch! The leading one, inscribed with the three characters 'Yao Qinglian', was directly blown to smithereens!

Pfft—!!

Another mouthful, even larger and filled with boundless rage and humiliation, of golden giant-head blood burst forth wildly from the chaos where the Holy Master of Yaochi was.

Everyone knew as soon as they made a hand seal.

Yaochi has actually lost another person!

This time, the one who died was the Holy Maiden of Yaochi!

"Yaochi old ghost, your qi cultivation skills are still not up to par."

The rough, destruction-filled voice of the Thunder Emperor Ancestor rumbled across a sea of purple-black thunder punishment.

He played with the destruction-condensed thunder pearl in his hand while openly reveling in others' misfortune,

"The True Immortal Battlefield is inherently a place for raising gu; life and death follow fate. Your grandson lacks skill, died there due to insufficient training! What? You say another Holy Maiden died, along with dozens of useless disciples?"

"A grandson, a Holy Maiden—though embarrassing, for beings like us they're merely playthings that can be raised again anytime. What's the big deal, worth you spitting two mouthfuls of old blood?"

"Heh heh heh... The Thunder Emperor Elder's words are not bad."

The demon lord of the Myriad Demons Abyss also chimed in with a yin-yang tone,

"Yaochi, your disciples of this generation are too fragile. My demon lord's disciple, Demon Wuxin, hasn't even exerted himself yet, and your people are already all dead? How boring, how boring!"

"Amitabha."

The supreme leader of the Western Heaven Buddhist Sect sat upon a twelve-rank golden lotus of merit, hands clasped, bearing a solemn and dignified appearance, his voice filled with compassion for the world yet hiding a sharp edge,

"What the Thunder Emperor Daoist said is absolutely correct. Yaochi Daoist, your hatred is too heavy, easily giving rise to inner demons. That your grandson, Holy Maiden, and disciples face this calamity is due to karmic cycles; why insist? Better to let go of obsession and attain Buddhahood right here."

The demon lord behind the Myriad Demons Abyss, a terrifying demonic shadow lurking in the endless bloody wind and rain, further let out a series of heh-heh laughs:

"Yaochi, if you truly cannot swallow this anger, you may beg me. My disciple Demon Wuxin is the foremost among this generation's heavenly prodigies. When he emerges from the Sending Heaven Hall, I will have him casually seize and refine the soul of the killer of your grandson, as a favor to give you some face, old bone. How about that? Hahaha!"

Faced with the cold mockery of these three old rivals, the Yaochi Holy Master trembled with rage, his chaotic aura shattering the surrounding chaotic currents into dust.

Yet he could not retort, only gritting his teeth and swallowing it down.

"You... hum! When your descendants suffer calamity in there, let's see if you can still laugh!"

The Yaochi Holy Master could only harshly drop a harsh line, then close his eyes and forcibly suppress the surging qi and blood within his body.

Hearing this, the Thunder Emperor Ancestor snorted disdainfully:

"My grandson Qianjue, born with a Thunder Spirit Sacred Body, has already opened ninety-eight immortal meridians, and I have bestowed upon him a life-saving trump card. In this True Immortal Battlefield, who could kill him? Who would dare?"

The demon lord also proudly said: "Wuxin cultivates my Myriad Demons Abyss's supreme demonic art; his methods are unfathomably strange. Simply not seeking trouble for others is already a great mercy—who could move him even a bit?"

However, just as the Thunder Emperor Ancestor's and the demon lord's words fell, even before their echoes had faded within the immortal palace,

Crack!

Crack!

Two exceptionally crisp sounds, yet to the ears of the Giant-Head Immortal King they rang like heavenly thunder from the nine heavens, suddenly echoing deep within the Supreme Immortal Palace.

There, the Supreme Immortal Palace specially stores the core heavenly-prodigy soul lamps for those entering the True Immortal Battlefield. Each soul lamp is linked to the prodigy's origin soul—lamp lit, person lives; lamp extinguished, person dies.

Upon hearing these two crisp sounds, the Thunder Emperor Ancestor's and the demon lord's voices cut off abruptly, their arrogance and mockery instantly freezing.

An indescribable dread, like a cold snake, crept up their hearts.

"No... impossible..."

In the Thunder Emperor Ancestor's eyes, made of lightning, a flicker of incredulous panic flashed.

He violently waved his hand, tearing apart the chaotic void before him, dragging the scene of the side hall storing the soul lamps into view.

The next moment, the temperature of the entire Supreme Immortal Palace plummeted to absolute zero!

Only to see on the lofty altar of the side hall, among the several soul lamps burning most vigorously, representing the top heavenly-prodigy fortune of the Primordial Immortal Realm, two had now been completely extinguished!

Not only extinguished, the lamp bowls forged from supreme immortal gold were covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Finally, amid everyone's horrified gazes, with a 'bang,' they exploded into powder scattered across the ground!

And on the bases of those two soul lamps were engraved two names—

Lei Qianjue!

Mo Wuxin!

Dead silence.