Chapter 466

Above Flame Mountain, the Yishi Palace stretched across the heavens.

That dark palace pressed down, causing the void to collapse in layers.

Within the palace gates, countless spectral beasts roared—ancient ferocious birds flapped their wings, the giant Kun of the North Sea thrashed its tail, primordial demon gods wielded weapons and screamed, demon scriptures rotated in layers, forcibly blocking the slaughter of the Shanhe Map and the Taiyin Divine Wheel.

Kunpeng stood behind the palace, his chest rising and falling; his crown had long shattered, his disheveled hair stained with demon blood.

He had lived too long—so long that many ancient events had become legends in the eyes of all beings in the Three Realms, so long that the events of that time seemed forgotten by him.

But today, when Bai Ze and Chang Xi appeared, those past scenes resurfaced in his mind.

Having blocked the first attack, Bai Ze naturally gave Kunpeng no chance to recover—he activated the Shanhe Map, and the ancient mountains and rivers within the scroll descended, crushing the Yishi Palace.

Chang Xi stood amidst the Taiyin moonlight, the Taiyin Divine Wheel spinning, its blade slicing through the void and leaving fine black lines as it raced toward the Yishi Palace.

“Kunpeng, back then when you betrayed the demon court, I lacked the strength to kill you.”

Bai Ze raised a finger, and from the Shanhe Map, an ancient river surged forth, its waters sweeping toward the Yishi Palace.

“But today, I will not let you escape.”

Kunpeng laughed in furious rage: “Bai Ze, don’t put on that loyal minister’s face before me! The demon court is gone, Di Jun and Tai Yi are dead—only those who survive have the right to speak of the future!”

Chang Xi said nothing; the Taiyin Divine Wheel slashed down, striking the Yishi Palace’s barrier. Inside the gates, the ten thousand demon spectral shadows screamed in unison and vanished.

The Yishi Palace’s shadow trembled; Kunpeng formed a seal with both hands, bit his tongue, and spat demon blood onto the palace.

The palace gates flew open, and the ten thousand demon spectral shadows revived, swelling violently—ferocious birds spread their wings, demonic apes pounded their chests, dragon serpents coiled around—directly resisting the edge of the Taiyin Divine Wheel.

But at that moment, Su Chen also moved.

The Nine Demon Tower flew from his head, its nine tiers pulsing with demonic patterns, becoming a black meteor that crashed down upon the Yishi Palace.

Kunpeng’s pupils shrank at the sight.

Boom!

The Nine Demon Tower struck, and the Yishi Palace shook violently; the ten thousand demon spectral shadows inside shattered once more.

The Shanhe Map pressed down in tandem, and the Taiyin Divine Wheel sliced across.

Three primordial magic treasures struck simultaneously from three directions—the Yishi Palace could no longer hold; the demon inscriptions on its shadowy structure extinguished one by one, and the entire palace dimmed and retreated.

Kunpeng’s chest trembled, and he spat blood.

Far away above the Blood Sea, the Ancestor of the Netherworld glanced at this scene, seated atop the Twelve-Petal Karma Fire Lotus, his brow twitching.

“That Kunpeng bastard is done for.”

The Yuan Tu Sword hummed; the A Ni Sword leaked murderous aura.

Doumu Yuanjun shook her star banner, and star chains descended from all directions, her voice cold: “Minghe, do you still intend to block us?”

Minghe chuckled dryly: “This humble Daoist was merely passing through—this is a misunderstanding, my lords, please don’t rush.”

He claimed to be passing through, yet his two swords moved without delay—his blood river surged skyward, blocking the starlight and the Earth Book’s mountains and rivers.

Within Flame Mountain, Kunpeng used the moment the Yishi Palace was thrown back to suddenly become insubstantial.

For he saw his chance: Su Chen, with his Luo Jinxian mid-stage celestial magic power, had first activated the Chaos Bell, then wielded the Nine Demon Tower—no matter how strong his body, his magic power must be exhausted.

Kunpeng gambled that Su Chen could no longer activate the Chaos Bell again.

Behind him, his great Peng wings unfurled; Kunpeng unleashed his ultimate speed, transforming into a wisp of shadow, evading the Shanhe Map’s suppression, seeking escape.

If he could leave Flame Mountain and return to the North Sea,

one day, he, Kunpeng, would rise again.

“Su Chen, I remember you!”

Kunpeng’s voice still echoed in place, but his body had already shot toward the heavens.

Niu Wang, watching from afar, cursed in frustration: “Damn it, this old bird’s running again!”

In Flame Mountain, Su Chen watched Kunpeng’s figure, his gaze calm.

Kunpeng guessed correctly—his magic power was indeed nearly gone.

But what allowed him to fight Kunpeng was not his chaotic cultivation base, but his body.

The Chaos Nine Transformations roared into motion; Su Chen’s 365 acupoints trembled in unison, their miniature worlds opening and closing simultaneously, his spine’s great dragon thrashed, and chaotic blood qi surged along the Five Elements pathways.

Su Chen pressed his palm against the Chaos Bell, using his chaotic blood qi as the catalyst, striking the divine treasure with his bodily essence.

The Chaos Bell rang as if struck by an ancient demonic god.

Dong!

The bell’s sound froze the void around Kunpeng.

Kunpeng’s great Peng wings remained extended, but time and space around him were locked by the Chaos Bell—he could not flee.

“Kunpeng, I told you—you won’t escape today.”

Seizing the moment, Bai Ze and Chang Xi struck together.

The Shanhe Map rolled up, summoning ten thousand miles of mountain terrain to crush down; the Taiyin Divine Wheel became a full moon, silver light illuminating Kunpeng’s body—wherever the moonlight passed, demon blood froze into frost, and his wings cracked open.

Kunpeng’s eyes burned crimson—he did not want to die.

He had schemed for countless years, borne the traitor’s curse for countless years, survived the Wu-Yao Great Calamity—how could he die in a trap laid by a junior?

“You think you can kill me?” Kunpeng let out a hysterical roar.

“You’re not worthy!”

Black primordial fire ignited within him—flame without heat, yet it caused the surrounding void to collapse inch by inch.

His peak Zhun Sheng primordial essence ignited; Kunpeng’s aura surged violently. The time-space seal imposed by the Chaos Bell cracked open under his pressure.

Su Chen pressed his palm against the bell’s wall, trying to lock Kunpeng again—but though the Chaos Bell was a primordial supreme treasure, Su Chen’s cultivation was simply insufficient to hold him again.

Kunpeng roared, flapped his wings, and violently shattered the time-space seal, breaking free from the Chaos Bell’s suppression.

As soon as he escaped, he spat two mouthfuls of essence blood—the first landed on a slender-bladed sword whose spine bore runes of North Sea frost: his mid-grade primordial magic treasure, the North Sea Sword.

The second drop of blood landed on the low-grade primordial magic treasure, the Primordial Dark Water Pearl.

As the North Sea Sword emerged, a black river of blades stretched across the heavens, meeting the primordial mountain terrain descending from the Shanhe Map.

The Primordial Dark Water Pearl soared upward, transforming into ten thousand layers of dark water, forming a curtain before the Taiyin Divine Wheel.

But these two primordial magic treasures were too low in rank—even with Kunpeng’s essence blood to empower them, they could not match the Shanhe Map or the Taiyin Divine Wheel.

Mountains toppled from within the Shanhe Map, severing vast stretches of the blade-river; the Taiyin Divine Wheel sliced through the dark water curtain, water droplets wailed, unable to resist.

The Taiyin Divine Wheel cleaved through the Dark Water Pearl, carving from Kunpeng’s left shoulder down to his waist—half his body tore open, flesh flayed, bones exposed.

Kunpeng flew backward, leaving a trail of black demon blood—but he did not die.

Seeing this, Bai Ze rolled up the Shanhe Map, transforming it into countless mountain chains that sealed all directions.

Chang Xi raised her hand; the Taiyin Divine Wheel hovered high above, becoming a full moon.

Beneath the full moon, moonlight poured from the heavens—each thread could sever a Primordial Spirit.

Su Chen advanced with the Gui Xu Divine Axe; chaotic qi patterns spread beneath his feet—he stepped forward and appeared behind Kunpeng.

The three formed a triangular formation, trapping Kunpeng at the center.

At last, Kunpeng staggered to his feet.

His left side still bled; his primordial fire had withered his face, and an old wound on his forehead reopened.

It was the Heaven-Splitting Axe scar left by Su Chen that day in the Star-Shattered Abyss.

He had forcibly suppressed it with his peak Zhun Sheng cultivation—but now, with his primordial essence burning, his aura surged chaotically, and the wound reappeared.

Kunpeng let out a stifled cry of pain, clutching his forehead; the North Sea Sword and the Primordial Dark Water Pearl trembled, their spiritual light flickering uncertainly.

Su Chen saw the axe scar, and in his palm, the Gui Xu Divine Axe trembled slightly.