Chapter 832: Kill Body Integration, Set the Trap

"They've sealed off the spatial laws here?"

"What do you mean by this?"

The Divine Emperor of Light glanced at He Pingsheng, then at Feng Wu, who stood beside the Golden Flag of Time and Space.

In his view, Feng Wu was the true main force between the two.

Because Feng Wu was at the Body Integration first layer.

And he was a Phoenix.

"A Body Integration first layer, true-blooded Phoenix?" The Divine Emperor of Light's eyes narrowed slightly. "Very well, I admit—I was rash before!"

"I'm willing to make peace with both of you!"

The Divine Emperor of Light was no fool.

They had sealed the void first—clearly to prevent him from fleeing.

Normally, a Body Integration first layer couldn't possibly defeat an eighth-layer cultivator like him.

But he was a true-blooded Phoenix, a natural prodigy.

Moreover, since they had deliberately sealed the void, they must have had some advantage.

Most likely, they possessed some great killing artifact—otherwise, they'd never have sealed the void.

These speculations flashed through the Divine Emperor of Light's mind, and he immediately surrendered.

But Feng Wu merely coldly smiled. "Too late…"

Feng Wu, at Body Integration first layer, immediately transformed into his true form—a Phoenix thousands of zhang in size, streaking across the nine heavens toward the Divine Emperor of Light.

This move was a feint.

But the Divine Emperor of Light didn't know that—he used every trick he had to defend himself.

"Open—"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seeing Feng Wu charging at him, the Divine Emperor of Light instantly summoned four defensive shields, each one facing Feng Wu.

Simultaneously, he directed his spiritual sense to launch a longsword crackling with wind and thunder toward Feng Wu's head.

Result!

Feng Wu turned into a streak of light and vanished.

"Huh??" The Divine Emperor of Light was baffled.

At that exact moment, He Pingsheng surged forward at full speed, becoming a blinding streak of light—his body and spear as one—piercing straight through the Divine Emperor of Light's body.

Ambush!

Correct—Feng Wu's attack was merely a distraction; He Pingsheng's strike was the fatal blow.

The Divine Emperor of Light, a mighty eighth-layer Body Integration cultivator, would never have fallen so easily to He Pingsheng—if he hadn't underestimated them, if he hadn't misjudged the direction.

Too bad—the enemy was too cunning.

And too strong!

Too unexpected.

Who could have imagined a Void Refinement cultivator could be this powerful?

Boom…

A massive blood hole tore through the Divine Emperor of Light's body, carved out by He Pingsheng.

Endless torrents of blood stained the void crimson.

Instantly, the crimson rain fell to earth, igniting countless trees below.

One strike—fatal!

But the bastard wasn't quite dead yet.

Doesn't matter—the rest is up to Feng Wu to finish.

He Pingsheng turned and blocked the Bamboo Joint City Lord, who was trying to flee.

"Elder, this humble one is guilty… Spare my life! Please, Elder, spare me!"

The Bamboo Joint City Lord was already terrified into urinating himself—he knelt in the void, pounding his head against the air.

He Pingsheng spoke coolly: "When I told you to leave earlier, you didn't go. Now, I can't spare you."

Puff…

A streak of light flashed through the void, slicing the Shen Transformation City Lord cleanly in two.

Soul and spirit obliterated!

"Young Master, I've finished inventorying!" Feng Wu flew over. "I've also collected his feathers and hide—can be refined into seventh-grade talisman paper later."

"But… this Divine Emperor of Light still has a clone. His soul didn't enter the Underworld—it went… this way!"

Feng Wu looked toward a certain direction!

He Pingsheng pulled out a map and studied it. "That's the direction of the Divine Emperor of Light's capital."

"His clone must be there!"

Feng Wu asked: "What do we do?"

He Pingsheng didn't rush. He slowly rolled up the map and asked Feng Wu: "If you were that Divine Emperor of Light's clone, what would you think right now?"

Feng Wu frowned. "If I were the Divine Emperor of Light, I'd think I just made a careless mistake—that's why I got ambushed by you two."

"If I had another chance, I'd definitely defeat you both."

He Pingsheng smiled. "Most people would think that way."

"But…" Feng Wu added, "this emperor only has one clone left. Even if he believes he could kill us again, he might not risk coming here."

"Because if he comes, he might truly die."

He Pingsheng nodded. "Your analysis makes sense."

"So there are two possibilities."

"First, his clone will come."

"Second, he won't come—he'll hide in his stronghold."

"I can't predict which choice he'll make," He Pingsheng glanced around. "Let's wait here. I'll recover my strength. If he doesn't show up within half a day, he won't come at all."

"Then we'll go to the capital and eradicate him completely."

In a certain sense, He Pingsheng's combat power has been exposed.

If we can completely erase this Divine Emperor of Light, that would be ideal.

Of course, no need to worry too much—this is Lei Huang Continent. I doubt the Phoenix Clan would come here in force to hunt me.

Even if word of me on Lei Huang Continent reaches the Phoenix Clan, it'll likely be years from now.

He Pingsheng sat cross-legged at the edge of the devastated battlefield, swallowing elixirs one by one, replenishing his parched dantian.

After about half a stick of incense, his dantian was refilled.

Another half-day passed, yet there was still no sign of the Divine Emperor of Light's spiritual fluctuations—so it was essentially confirmed: he wouldn't come.

"Master, shall we head to the capital now?" Feng Wu asked.

He Pingsheng nodded. "The Divine Emperor of Light is searching for spatial fluctuations. Perfect—I'll open a spatial passage near his capital. He'll surely go investigate."

"Then we'll kill him."

"But no rush."

"Now isn't the best time."

After all, we just killed his main body—if we immediately open a spatial passage, we might alarm him.

Wait.

He Pingsheng waved his hand and pulled out another jade box.

This jade box was the reward Wang Dun won for first place in the Stone Platform Stairway Tournament, later collected on his behalf.

Wang Dun had said the reward belonged to him.

But He Pingsheng had never had the chance to open it and see what it was.

Only now did he open the jade box.

Inside was a fire-element stone.

Not large—only the size of a fist.

Crimson red, with crimson flames burning upon its surface.

"Is this the Nirvana Divine Stone?" Feng Wu recognized it at once.

At the same time, He Pingsheng felt a tremor in his Hong Meng Purple Gold Rod—it seemed to crave the Nirvana Divine Stone.

"What's this thing used for?" He Pingsheng asked Feng Wu.

Feng Wu's expression turned grave. "This is no ordinary thing—it's what a Mahayana Emperor cultivator leaves behind after their lifespan expires."

"Of course, I mean our Phoenix Clan's Mahayana Emperor—other races don't produce this when they die."