Free Web NovelChapter 2293: Chapter 2291: Zhu Yin Kui Descends
The cultivators present were all shocked to the extreme.
This was definitely the most shocking day in all the years of their lives.
In comparison, everyone realized how insignificant they were, like mere ants.
For these ancient warriors like the Mad Saint, it seemed there was nothing they couldn’t solve with a single punch.
Using just the body to withstand the Saint King’s attack, without any harm.
Fists obliterating the power of the Sacred Decree unleashed by a strong contender of the Holy Realm.
A single strike gravely injuring a Holy Realm Saint King contender.
"What realm have the Mad Saints reached? Could it be that their cultivation has approached that of the ancestors from ten thousand years ago?" Feng Wuchen speculated, suppressing the shock in his heart.
"Brother Feng, what do you think? Should we kill them?" Mad Saint looked at Feng Wuchen and asked.
"Holy Realm contenders descending into the Seven Divine Realms have already violated the order of the Holy Realm; they deserve to be killed! Those who have already died shouldn’t be resurrected to commit evil! They deserve to be killed too!" Feng Wuchen nodded without any hesitation.
"Brother Feng, leave it to me. Since they’re from the Demon Clan, it’s fitting for me to kill them!" Long Qianye sneered coldly as a faint, icy killing intent flickered in his eyes.
Catching Long Qianye’s dreadful killing intent, Zhu Sha couldn’t help but shiver in fear.
Zhu Sha had never seen such a terrifying gaze in his many years in the Seven Divine Realms.
"Brother Feng, the resurrected members of the Demon Clan, leave them to me!" Nie Wufeng joked coldly.
Upon hearing this, Zhukong and the other resurrected predecessors of the Demon Clan were all filled with intense fear, shivering in despair.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Nie Wufeng attacked first, and in almost a blink of an eye, the resurrected predecessors of the Demon Clan were all reduced to dust and vanished.
Over a dozen Saint Transformation Peak contenders and dozens of Great Main God contenders disappeared in a blink, without a chance to escape or beg for mercy.
Nie Wufeng’s speed was horrifying; even Donghuang Wuji couldn’t see how he attacked, as if he was striking dozens of contenders simultaneously.
"M...Master, Zhuk...Zhukong, the predecessors...are all gone..." Huitian said extremely fearfully, his voice trembling strongly.
"The predecessors have all been killed..." Xu Mie felt immense fear, nearly suffocating. freewebnovёl.ƈom
"So quick, couldn’t see how he attacked at all." A Holy Realm Demon Clan contender exclaimed in horror, feeling such intense fear for the first time.
"..." Zhu Sha’s old face turned ashen, as if receiving ten thousand points of damage.
To them, Nie Wufeng seemed like a demonic existence.
To obliterate dozens of top-tier contenders in an eye blink, such unimaginably terrifying power once again filled the Dragon God Palace crowd with endless fear and shock.
"Saint Transformation Peak contenders, in front of them, are less than ants." Feng Wuchen’s heart suffered another blow of a million-fold shock.
"Brother Feng, how about it? Are you satisfied?" Mad Saint asked with a faint smile.
Feng Wuchen slightly nodded, the anger in his heart indeed subsided quite a bit.
"Now it’s my turn!" Long Qianye coldly smiled.
The thirty-three Holy Realm contenders immediately shivered, unable to describe the fear in their hearts with words; each felt their body was beyond their control.
As soon as the words fell, Long Qianye had already acted, executing spatial mobility.
The space was silent, yet the Holy Realm contenders who had been struck and sent flying earlier, except for Zhu Yuyan, disappeared in a blink.
The terrifying and brutal actions directly frightened everyone into a vegetative state, motionless, with cold sweat soaking their backs unnoticed.
Zhu Yuyan was grabbed by Long Qianye by the throat, lifted, struggling to breathe, unable to speak.
"Want to eradicate the Dragon God Clan? With you mediocre lot? Demon Clan, huh? Ten thousand years of comfort has made you forget your scars?" Long Qianye asked disdainfully.
"You...you’re from the Dragon God Clan?" Zhu Yuyan spoke with extreme difficulty, his eyes filled with intense fear.
"You didn’t know?" Long Qianye asked fiercely.
"M...Mercy, my Lord." Zhu Yuyan begged in terror.
"The Demon Clan and Dragon God Clan are irreconcilable enemies, do you think mercy is possible?" Long Qianye mocked, tightening his grip, directly snapping Zhu Yuyan’s neck.
Instantly, all Holy Realm contenders and resurrected Demon Clan predecessors were completely wiped out.
Dragon God Palace along with allied forces and the Temporal-Spatial Divine Realm’s million troops were completely relieved.
On the contrary, the opposing forces’ contenders all showed expressions of resignation to fate, an endless despair.
"Brother Feng, how was it?" Long Qianye appeared beside Feng Wuchen with a happy smile.
"Thanks to all the seniors for their assistance," Feng Wuchen courteously clasped his palms in gratitude. Without their help today, the casualties would have been unimaginable. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
"Brother Feng, we are all on the same side, no need for courtesy." Mad Saint smiled happily.
Long Qianye glanced at Zhu Sha and the others in fear and despair, saying, "Brother Feng, the rest is up to you; the ancestor doesn’t want us to interfere in the Seven Divine Realms’ matters, but if Holy Realm members bully the weak again, we won’t stand idly by."
"I understand." Feng Wuchen nodded, silently grateful for the ancestor’s assistance.
Long Qianye’s words slightly relieved Zhu Sha and Mu Xuanshan.
"Buzz, buzz!"
Yet, just at this moment, the just-calmed Seven Divine Realms started to shake violently again; the still unrepaired collapsed void tore open a golden fissure.
In the dim space, it appeared extremely dazzling.
An extremely terrifying aura spread down from the golden fissure, the brilliant golden light enveloping the dark space, making it hard for one to open their eyes.
"Holy Realm contender, extremely terrifying aura!" Feng Wuchen frowned.
"Coming again?" Everyone’s expression changed drastically, growing tense once more.
One wave subsides, another arises, seemingly endless.
Long Qianye shook his head, saying, "I just finished speaking, and someone shows up."
"Hopefully, someone with some power comes," Nie Wufeng shrugged indifferently, showing no fear.
Soul Extinction and Donghuang Wuji, as well as Ghost Slave, exchanged glances, all reading the shock in each other’s eyes.
"Zhu Yin Kui!" The three exclaimed simultaneously.
Indeed! Soul Extinction and the others felt a familiar aura.
"Is it Zhu Yin Kui?" Feng Hun Shan and other Saint Transformation contenders were all shocked.
"So it’s this damn old bastard!" The Green-Scaled Soaring Python’s face twisted grotesquely.
"Master!" Zhu Sha was now wildly excited, gazing at the golden fissure, then immediately kneeling: "Disciple welcomes Master!"
"Master?" Feng Wuchen was slightly surprised.
"Oh? Is Master here? Seems like he’s got some power," Long Qianye sneered coldly.
Not long after, within the dazzling golden light fissure emerged a slowly walking elderly man clad in a black robe, with white hair and beard.
The elderly man exuded an extremely terrifying aura, even more dreadful than Meng Tianwei.
This elderly man was none other than Zhu Yin Kui!
Zhu Sha’s master!
Back then, the strongest ruler in the Seven Divine Realms!
