Chapter 419: This Emperor Became Food in the Great Qian

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The moment the sword blade touched the great array, Master Qingguang shattered like fragile glass, lasting not even a breath.

The Nine Dragons and Nine Phoenixes let out piercing wails.

They quickly dissolved into shimmering specks of light and vanished into the air.

The short sword continued descending.

The towering hall of the Wumiao shattered outright, revealing thirteen Golden Body statues seated within.

Boom!

As the short sword fell halfway, one slightly shorter three-zhang Golden Body collapsed, reverting into a storm of incense and devotional power.

The Wumiao's Shenxu Laozu picked at his toes, staring blankly at the sky.

His gaze grew clearer; the old foolishness slowly faded, for he sensed the aura of impending demise.

This brief moment of clarity meant infinite torment.

Fear filled Shenxu Laozu's eyes; under the sword's pressure, it strained every ounce of strength just to tremble out one palm.

With fingertips that had just been digging between its toes, it reached toward the blade, as if trying to halt it.

Clang!

In this scene slowed down manyfold, a sharp metallic clash rang out.

The deafening sound nearly rendered everyone temporarily deaf.

The source of the clash was something flying out from Jia Courtyard.

It was a small purple-gold alchemical furnace, spinning through the air, trailing black smoke from its recent explosion, then slamming hard into the short sword.

Fine cracks appeared on the furnace's surface.

But the short sword it struck, which had just radiated overwhelming power, shuddered violently and exploded into countless fragments.

Thud thud thud.

The furnace hit the ground, rolled a few times, drawing every eye.

"..."

The Spirit Emperor stared silently at the shattered short sword.

Then he turned his gaze toward the figure beside the furnace.

There, a young man in the same black robe slowly bent down and picked up the furnace at his feet.

The furnace was clearly one of the treasured relics left behind by the General Nanyang Sect.

But it was still just an alchemical tool; even if sturdy, using it in combat was far too forced.

The reason it could shatter the short sword wasn't just the furnace itself—greater still was the young man within.

"You're the little thief who stole the treasure?"

The Spirit Emperor sneered, summoning back the other sword he had aimed at Master Lingxi.

He had to admit, after witnessing that scene, he finally understood why the old dog had released him.

Within the General Nanyang Sect, apart from the old dog, only he could subdue this little thief.

He suddenly pointed his blade at Shen Yi and tilted his head: "Then I'll start eating you first."

"Sss!"

Li Qingfeng landed slowly, intending to bring his senior to Shen Yi's side, but when he glanced sideways, he saw Nie Jun—who he'd left behind—had vanished from his spot.

Instead, Senior Sister had clutched her wound and darted toward Shen Yi.

"Where is he?"

Li Qingfeng suddenly felt a chill in his heart; knowing his Zhu Shixiong Nie, even if barely alive, he would fight the fake-old demon to his last breath.

Above, beyond the perception of all.

Nie Jun lay atop a cloud of auspicious vapor, barely prying open his eyelids, voice faint as a mosquito's buzz yet laced with chilling frost: "Let me go."

"Let you go to die?"

Ye Wenxuan stood with hands at her sides, warmth surging from her palms to envelop Nie Jun: "You know I can't intervene. I won't let your choices undo all I've spent years building—it makes no sense."

"It is a Crimson-Eyed Xuan Phoenix—it shouldn't exist within the General Nanyang Sect at all."

Hearing this, Nie Jun struggled fiercely but couldn't break free of the warm current: "I only asked you to let me go... Also, if it's this powerful, aren't you worried it'll feast and shatter your dream of becoming Sect Master?"

"If it had that chance, you wouldn't even have lived to see this world."

Ye Wenxuan gazed without sorrow or joy: "That Zhang, who calls himself the General Nanyang Sect's last disciple, dared not let this phoenix break into the Return-to-Void realm."

"And you all seem to enjoy blaming your own mistakes on me."

The woman sighed, lifting her lips slightly, then looked back down: "Now, just watch quietly what your actions have wrought..."

Ye Wenxuan's voice cut off abruptly.

Because below, Shen Yi finally moved—he stomped hard and shot forward like a bolt.

His five fingers gripped the furnace tightly, slamming it with brutal force onto the Spirit Emperor's forehead.

Thud!

The Spirit Emperor didn't even see Shen Yi's motion—he took the blow squarely on his head.

He plummeted downward, flapping his fiery feathers frantically before stabilizing his form.

He touched the bloodstain on his forehead in disbelief, then roared toward the sky: "You dare injure the Emperor?!"

His own food had drawn blood from him!

"..."

The lightning-fast scene left everyone below frozen in stunned silence.

But the next scene—even Li Qingfeng—temporarily forgot to search for his Zhu Shixiong Nie.

Shen Yi glanced at the alchemy cauldron in his hand.

He then flicked his finger to wipe away the bloodstains, brought it to his nose, and sniffed lightly.

In the next moment, the youth calmly held that spot of blood in his mouth.

It seemed he tasted the flavor of blood.

Beneath his scattered hair, a deep killing intent suddenly surged in Shen Yi's eyes.

Under the gaze of those pitch-black eyes.

the Spirit Emperor suddenly sensed something amiss: "..."

He forcibly suppressed the strange chill in his heart.

He hesitated no longer; his snow-white cape billowed angrily, he flapped his wings again, the short sword in his hand erupted with dazzling sword light, and his entire body transformed into a streak of light, lunging at Shen Yi!

"To this Emperor..."

The killing words had not yet finished.

The forearm holding the sword was already tightly gripped in Shen Yi's palm, followed by a heavy strike of the alchemy cauldron!

Boom! Boom! Splat!

Shen Yi held him while his other hand ruthlessly smashed the cauldron down.

The final change in sound was that the Spirit Emperor's face was already a blur of flesh and blood; with every thunderous smash, a large splash of flesh and blood flew up.

"Let go!"

The Spirit Emperor struggled desperately but could not pull his arm free; suddenly, feathers burst forth from between his skin, a bird's beak appeared on his face, and a pair of huge fire wings slammed down on Shen Yi, pushing him back more than a hundred zhang.

"Taste this Emperor's treasure!"

He slapped his waist, not yet having time to find something useful from the pile of treasures the old dog had given him.

Looking up, he saw Shen Yi in the distance extending his palm.

Resting in his thumb and forefinger was a brilliant golden arrow, its tip already steadily aimed at his own brow.

The Imperial Demon Golden Arrow!

In an instant, that arrow silently pierced through the Spirit Emperor's skull, quickly turning into golden radiance that sank into his body.

"Ah! Ah!"

Amidst the painful screams, the silver armor on the Spirit Emperor's body rapidly peeled away, and his form swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a single breath, he transformed into a crimson phoenix bird blocking out the sky and sun; his massive form was in no way inferior to the illusion in the formation just now, and was even more magnificent.

A real, existing giant phoenix!

Golden radiance seemed hidden within the feathers; a casual spread of his wings sent wild winds carrying waves of fire sweeping outward.

One chaotic swirl in the air made the entire Great Qian Imperial Capital seem like a huge furnace.

The golden radiance formed by the Imperial Demon Golden Arrow was clearly locking onto his demon body, but that intense pain only drove the Spirit Emperor further into madness!

Every movement of his was, for the Great Qian below, akin to a natural disaster.

"Stop it!"

Master Lingxi waved her sleeves; spiritual pressure rolled upward from below, curling the falling sea of fire back up.

"How do you kill such a beast?" Li Qingfeng took out various treasures that were not yet repaired and also moved to intercept the fire rain; the situation caused merely by injuring the opponent was something ordinary cultivators could not endure.

Just then.

Shen Yi stared at the crimson-eyed dark phoenix circling in the sky, his gaze growing ever deeper.

Suddenly, a "hiss" sound rang out from the horizon.

As if a fire had been lit.

Behind Shen Yi, two wisp of golden flames burst forth, then swelled with the wind, transforming into two seas of golden fire equally blocking out the sky and sun; with a slight wave, they were no different from wings.

The two golden flame wings trembled slightly, and the rain of fire across the sky was entirely sucked in, merging with the golden flames.

The golden flame pattern on his brow grew ever more dazzling, nearly ready to break free.

Boom!

Shen Yi suddenly soared into the air; the wings formed from the sea of golden flames slammed fiercely into the crimson-eyed dark phoenix, smashing it flying backward.

He followed closely behind, opening his wings again to wrap around the dark phoenix's neck.

One hand gripped the crimson feather on the Spirit Emperor's forehead, while the other raised the alchemy cauldron again to smash down, thunderously striking the same spot as if unaware of exhaustion.

That vast force made even such a supreme-bloodline great demon feel terrified.

Such mighty force, vast as Wang Yang, gathered entirely within the tiny figure shrouded in black robes, pouring into the alchemy cauldron in his hand.

Focused and serious, he smashed the Spirit Emperor's skull to pieces.

Two pairs of wings flapped as they fell toward the ground, like streaks of light in gold and Jin Chi colors, crashing thunderously into the Great Qian.

Boom!

Shen Yi stepped on the Spirit Emperor's neck, rendering him completely unable to struggle.

The alchemy cauldron was already filled with meat pulp; he continued to smash relentlessly until that head, as huge as a Shanfeng, was thoroughly crushed into bone fragments.

"Hah..."

Shen Yi breathed heavily; his entire black robe was soaked in blood, hanging wetly.

He slowly straightened his body, threw away the alchemy cauldron, and tasted the meat pulp on his knuckles once more.

A look of relief finally appeared on his face.

If he guessed correctly, this was probably the most precious rations he had obtained within the General Nanyang Sect.

"Cough, cough."

Watching the figure radiating ferocity, Li Qingfeng swallowed hard, to the point where his throat spasmed.

Ancestor, please be present.

That ferocious god was actually still smiling...

(End of this chapter)