Chapter 467: The Fall of the Beast Master

At this moment, he was in utter disarray, even pitifully broken.

Half his body was torn open, his black feathers frozen into shards by the Yin Moonlight, falling in a soft rustle.

Bai Ze stood before the Mountain-River Map, his sleeves snapping violently in the gale, his old white hair whipping wildly, yet his eyes held not a trace of hesitation.

Chang Xi rotated the Yin Divine Wheel in her palm, moonlight spreading across the heavens, silver radiance bathing the Peng.

Su Chen held the Gui Xu Divine Axe, the Chaos Bell hanging at his side, its body trembling incessantly.

Surrounded from three sides, this once-mighty Ancient Beast Master of the Three Realms now had no path left to retreat.

The Peng lifted his head, his matted hair parting to reveal a pair of crimson pupils, filled with madness.

“Good.”

He began to laugh.

“Bai Ze, Chang Xi, and you, little thief.”

The Peng pressed his mangled palm against the axe wound on his brow, black blood seeping from between his fingers.

“You want me to die? Then die together!”

As his words fell, the black primordial fire burning within him suddenly turned dark red.

Bai Ze’s expression turned sharp: “Retreat! He’s going to detonate his primordial core!”

If a peak Zun Saint’s primordial core exploded here in the Flame Mountain, not only the eight-hundred-li Flame Mountain, but the entire earth vein of the Western Continent of Cows would be ripped apart.

Niu Wang, far away, heard this and again led the demons backward.

Above the Flame Mountain, the space around the Peng began to collapse in vast patches.

The dark red primordial fire swelled outward, like a malevolent sun ready to swallow heaven and earth.

The mountain and river shadows crushed down by the Mountain-River Map were burned through; the moonlight slashed by the Yin Divine Wheel twisted in the flames; even the primordial yellow qi of the Chaos Bell was forced to recoil.

But Su Chen did not retreat.

Bai Ze shouted: “Su Chen!”

Chang Xi turned to look, the Yin Divine Wheel suspended between her fingers, moonlight already at its peak.

Su Chen pressed one hand against the Chaos Bell, the other gripping the Gui Xu Divine Axe.

“We cannot retreat.”

If the Peng detonated here, the entire Flame Mountain would be destroyed, and countless nearby lives would perish with it—this was not what Su Chen wanted to see.

Su Chen activated the Law of Heaven and Earth, his body stretching infinitely upward, his ten-thousand-zhang divine form standing above the Flame Mountain.

His blue robe transformed into a Chaos Battle Robe; all three hundred and sixty-five acupoints ignited simultaneously; his inner cosmos opened and closed, clear and turbid elements cycling in sequence, the Five Elements' law channels piercing through his entire body.

His spine’s great dragon glowed vertebra by vertebra, chaotic blood qi surging into his arms.

“Dong!”

Su Chen pressed both palms against the Chaos Bell, striking it once more with the primordial body foundation of the Chaos Nine Turns.

The Chaos Bell, held down by the ten-thousand-zhang divine form, reversed the primordial yellow bell waves downward, forming a thick bell curtain that enclosed the Peng and the dark red primordial fire.

The dark red flames struck the primordial yellow bell waves, bound within the power of the Chaos Bell.

The sky above the Flame Mountain cracked open in countless fissures from the immense force, chaotic spatial currents raging wildly.

Su Chen’s arms split open, chaotic blood dripping from his wrist bones into the bell waves, instantly vaporized by the dark red flames.

The Peng laughed wildly: “Su Chen! With your Great Luo Mid-Stage, you think you can contain my primordial core’s detonation?”

Su Chen gritted his teeth, enduring the terrifying drain of the Chaos Bell.

The Peng’s laughter continued as he formed a divine seal with both hands.

The next instant, the Beast Master Palace reappeared behind him.

The dark palace now dimmed, its demonic inscriptions mostly extinguished, yet still radiating the aura of a supreme primordial magic treasure.

Seeing the Beast Master Palace, Bai Ze immediately summoned the Mountain-River Map to block it, fearing the Peng might use it to strike Su Chen.

But the Peng did not attack with the Beast Master Palace.

Instead, he used a divine technique to sever his primordial connection to it entirely!

The palace trembled as countless demonic shadows wailed in unison.

The Peng spat out a great gout of demonic blood, seized the Beast Master Palace, and hurled it violently into the chaotic spatial currents behind him.

“You want to seize my Beast Master Palace?”

“Dream on!”

The Beast Master Palace, wrapped in the last remnants of the Northern Abyss lineage’s fortune, crashed into a newly opened rift in space.

The chaotic currents churned, the palace bobbing within, its dim light gradually retracting layer by layer, vanishing in an instant into some unknown depth of space.

Su Chen’s eyelid twitched, his heart aching—this was a supreme primordial magic treasure.

This old bastard, even in death, still had to spite them.

Shi Tuo Wang, watching from afar, stamped his foot in rage: “This wastrel! He just threw away a supreme primordial magic treasure! If only it had been mine!”

Niu Wang chuckled beside him: “That’s the Beast Master Palace—you couldn’t hold onto it even if you had it.”

These jests did nothing to ease the killing intent above the Flame Mountain.

Having abandoned the Beast Master Palace, the Peng plunged fully into madness, his primordial fire spiraling completely out of control.

The dark red flames swelled to the edge of the primordial yellow bell curtain, the bell waves sinking inward under the heat.

Su Chen’s ten-thousand-zhang divine form bent his arms, bones cracking under unbearable strain.

Bai Ze roared: “Now!”

Su Chen had been waiting for this moment—he flicked his will, and the Gui Xu Divine Axe flew forth.

The primordial intent of creation coalesced on the axe’s edge; before the blade even fell, the old axe wound on the Peng’s brow reacted.

That wound was like a nail driven into the Peng’s body.

Now, Su Chen’s axe’s primordial intent triggered the Peng’s Dao injury, causing his raging Zun Saint primordial core to instantly destabilize.

The dark red primordial fire on the Peng’s body suddenly stilled; the Zun Saint primordial core, on the verge of detonation, froze for an instant due to the Dao injury.

The Peng’s wild laughter cut short, his throat emitting a beastly roar.

“Su Chen!”

The moment those two words left his lips, Bai Ze’s Mountain-River Map arrived.

Within the map, ten-thousand-li mountains and rivers surged, finally converging into the shadow of a divine mountain that reached the heavens.

The mountain was incomplete, yet it made every ancient being present fall solemn—it was the shadow of Buzhou Mountain, the first divine mountain of the Primordial Era.

Bai Ze’s voice was hoarse: “Your Majesty, your servant today sends this traitor on his way.”

The Mountain-River Map transformed into the shadow of Buzhou Mountain, descending from the heavens.

The Peng’s body, already grievously wounded, now had his Zun Saint primordial core disrupted—he offered no resistance. Struck by the Buzhou shadow, his spine shattered instantly, flesh, feathers, and bones all crushed to dust.

A swirl of Northern Abyss demonic light carried the Peng’s primordial spirit away.

Chang Xi had been waiting for this moment.

The Yin Divine Wheel became a freezing full moon, a moon-blade slicing across the sky, silver radiance illuminating the nine heavens.

The silver-white moon-blade descended; the Peng’s primordial spirit was sliced into countless fragments, frozen by the true Yin intent, then engulfed and erased by the divine wheel’s moonlight.

Above the Flame Mountain, countless black feathers and demonic blood turned to ice crystals, falling in a soft rustle.

The Ancient Beast Master Peng, who had lived since the dawn of creation, had escaped the Wu-Yao Cataclysm, evaded one purge after another.

Today, he could escape no longer—his body and spirit were utterly annihilated.

Above the Flame Mountain, the dark red primordial fire, now without its master, was finally subdued by the Chaos Bell, its Dao essence dissipating.

Su Chen’s ten-thousand-zhang divine form dissolved; his Chaos Battle Robe was torn, half his body stained with blood, his palm still pressed against the bell’s wall.

The fall of a peak Zun Saint stirred a resonance in heaven and earth.

Across the ten-thousand-li region of the Flame Mountain, heavenly phenomena blanketed the sky; blood rain fell, as if heaven itself wept for this great one who had been one step from Dao certification.

Bai Ze stood in the rain, motionless for a long time, his face sorrowful, tears streaming from his white eyes.

Chang Xi retracted the Yin Divine Wheel, gazing at the sky drenched in blood rain, her face showing no triumph of vengeance fulfilled.

The billion-year obsession had finally dissolved today, leaving this former Demon Queen with a hollow emptiness in her heart.