Chapter 367: The Terrifying Power of Demon King Li Xin: He Slashes Through Supremes, the Day the Burial Emperors Bled!
Li Xin's black hair whipped wildly as demonic might surged, making him truly resemble a great demon king emerging into the world.
It was unimaginable that even Li Xin, merely one of the Eight Divine King Legions, possessed such a boss-like aura.
What kind of peerless bearing would the white-robed Divine King Jun Wuhuai, who had subdued the Eight Divine King Legions, possess?
"Too terrifying—he's truly just a follower of that forbidden figure from the Jun family back then?"
"Yes, with this aura, I'd believe you if you told me he single-handedly sparked the Chaos of the Burial Lands."
The burial land creatures watching the spectacle fled far away, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.
Simply because Li Xin's aura was too overwhelming—like a demonic sovereign awakening!
The pressure from the Young Emperor was unleashed, something no one could easily endure.
"He was severely wounded back then, and now his strength has plummeted to rock bottom—we strike together, and we may still have a chance!" Tianming Zanghuang barked.
As one of the top three strongest in the Ten Burial Realms, Tianming Zanghuang's cultivation base was at the peak of the Supreme Realm, just a hair's breadth away from the Young Emperor.
Yet that single hair's breadth had blocked Tianming Zanghuang for countless years.
Breaking through the Supreme Realm was extremely difficult—not so simple.
Without talent or divine fortune, one might remain stuck at this level for an entire lifetime.
That was why Tianming Zanghuang had sought ways to break the seal of the Burial Realm—to find a chance for breakthrough within it.
But now, they must first eliminate Li Xin before discussing any further plans.
Hearing Tianming Zanghuang's words, Tianzhu Mozun, the Zanghuang of the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan, and the Abbot of the Corpse Cult also gritted their teeth and struck.
All these Zanghuang were now on the same rope, tied together as grasshoppers.
One prospers, all prosper; one falls, all fall.
"Kill!"
Tianming Zanghuang struck first, activating the quasi-Emperor artifact Soul-Searing Bell—the terrifying bell waves spread, shattering the surrounding space.
Tianzhu Mozun also struck, unleashing his innate divine art, the Eight Spider Demon Seals, with boundless and overwhelming power.
The Abbot of the Corpse Cult, however, was somewhat weak in force despite his will—he had lost his greatest asset, the Corpse Emperor, who had already been split in two by Li Xin.
The Zanghuang of the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan also struck, summoning a spectral demon serpent that devoured heaven and earth.
In short, the power unleashed by full-strength Supremes was simply indescribable.
The entire Burial Realm trembled, heaven and earth overturned, as if ready to annihilate the world!
The burial land creatures watching from afar had long since fled to a distance, observing from afar.
Facing this world-ending power, Li Xin stood tall and proud, gripping his great cleaver, his figure like a pillar holding up the heavens.
Even if heaven collapsed, it could not bend his spine!
"Demon King's Seven Cuts—Reverse-Kill Blade!"
Li Xin held the blade in one hand and slashed horizontally!
A ten-thousand-zhang blade of divine wrath swept across the sky, shattering the void along its path and collapsing the blood-red clouds!
Various demonic runes and laws were imprinted into the void, riding the blade as it slashed forward!
Boom!
With one slash, Tianming Zanghuang and the others were blasted backward again.
Those with weaker cultivation, like the Abbot of the Corpse Cult, spat blood profusely, their bodies seeming ready to shatter.
Seeing this, Li Xin stomped his foot, instantly cracking open the void and teleporting before the Abbot of the Corpse Cult.
Seeing Li Xin appear three zhang before him, the Abbot of the Corpse Cult was struck with soul-deep terror.
Having spent his life among corpses, he now felt true death.
"Die!"
Without hesitation, Li Xin brought down his blade.
The blood-red blade, interwoven with runes and laws, cleaved the Abbot of the Corpse Cult cleanly in two!
His flesh and Primordial Spirit were utterly annihilated!
The second Supreme was dead!
The four corners erupted in chaos, heroes trembled in fear!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who could believe a Supreme could die so easily?
And this was already the second Supreme to fall.
"Could today be the day our Burial Lands' Zanghuang bleed to death?" murmured a burial land creature, dazed.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the Abbot of the Corpse Cult fall, Tianzhu Mozun and the others grew grim.
On the other side, Jiuyou Lao Ren and Longhai Zanghuang, locked in battle with Ajiu and the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang, also turned pale at the sight.
Somewhat faintly, a hint of regret arose within their hearts.
They shouldn't have acted so recklessly!
"Is this the power of a Young Emperor?" The Lord of the Asura Kingdom, watching from afar, drew a deep breath.
The saying "Each of the Seven Supreme Realms is a different heaven" was indeed true.
In his view, all below the Supreme were mere ants.
But to a Tianzun-level cultivator, even these Supremes were merely slightly larger ants.
On the other side, the Zanghuang of the Fallen Feather Clan felt immense relief.
"Thank the heavens I held back and didn't retaliate—if I had…"
Thinking of that possibility, the Fallen Feather Clan Zanghuang shuddered.
Indeed, only those who could endure could live long.
As for the Rakshasa Zanghuang and the Death Spirit Zanghuang, both severely wounded earlier by the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang, they now had no will to fight at all.
Among the Zanghuang, they were already among the weaker ones.
Now they had suffered heavy injuries.
Their only option now was to flee.
Though it was dishonorable for a Zanghuang, there was no other choice.
The two Zanghuang exchanged glances and turned to shatter the void.
"Do you think you can escape?"
A cold, demonic whisper echoed.
A terrifying blade of divine wrath swept across.
The next instant, both Zanghuang felt a searing pain at their waists.
Their bodies were cleanly split in two.
Simultaneously, the blade invaded their bodies, instantly shredding their internal organs and Primordial Spirits.
Rakshasa Zanghuang and Death Spirit Zanghuang were dead!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavens piled with blood-red clouds, crimson runes imprinted across the void.
This was the omen of a Supreme's death.
So far, four Zanghuang had perished in the Burial Realm!
"Stop holding back—unleash your full power! He won't last much longer!" Tianming Zanghuang snarled.
He had noticed that Li Xin's old wounds were beginning to crack open, oozing blood.
Long ago, Li Xin had followed Jun Xiaoyao in sweeping through the Burial Lands, encountering many fierce foes.
Thus, he bore countless terrifying injuries.
Had Li Xin not been so powerful, and possessed the Ancient Demon God bloodline, he likely wouldn't have survived to this day.
Now, Li Xin's many old wounds had ruptured—clearly, his situation was dire.
"Li Xin, don't overextend yourself!" Ajiu shouted from the heavens, still locked in battle with Longhai Zanghuang.
As fellow members of the Eight Divine King Legions, they shared a bond like comrades-in-arms.
"Senior!" Jun Xiaoyao's face darkened at the sight.
He would never allow Jun Wuhuai's old subordinates to perish before his eyes.
Jun Xiaoyao would not permit this to happen.
"Young Master, do not worry—this is my duty, Li Xin's mission. Those who threaten you must die without mercy!"
Li Xin's black hair whipped wildly, as if possessed by demons.
Terrifying demonic runes spread across his body.
"Demon God Transformation!"
Li Xin roared to the heavens, pushing his Ancient Demon God bloodline to its absolute limit!
A pair of demonic wings grew from his back, and a suit of demonic battle armor coalesced around him.
Li Xin's aura did not decline—it surged higher than ever before!
Seeing this, Tianming Zanghuang and the others felt their hearts turn cold.
No matter what happened to Li Xin afterward, their current situation could be summed up in one word.
Danger!
End of Chapter
