Zhao Yi: The One Who Killed Me is a Janitor?
“I advise you not to waste your efforts. I’ve already obtained the Demon King’s inheritance and am already in the Qiyao Realm. Unless a late-stage Qiyao Realm King appears, then only will I turn and leave without a word. Unfortunately, the Taiyi Holy Land has long declined. The most powerful cultivator here is only at level eight of the Liuhe Realm, far inferior to me. How can they compete with me? Since you don’t have any experts, you’d better just obediently die!” As soon as Zhao Yi’s voice fell, a pitch-black demonic fog quickly shrouded the palace, blocking all light and making it seem dim.
Under the suppression of the demonic energy, everyone’s aura gradually weakened. It was difficult for them to withstand the demonic might.
“Oh no! Is the Taiyi Holy Land going to be destroyed because of a traitor?” A Supreme Elder’s face was filled with despair.
Although the Taiyi Holy Land had the foundations of a Holy Land and could suppress Zhao Yi, the means they had needed time to activate. No one had expected this to happen.
Everything had happened too suddenly, thus leading to the current situation.
To think that the great Taiyi Holy Land was destroyed not because of external forces, but because of internal strife caused by a disciple who had been demonized. How ridiculous was this?
Yet, all of it was happening right in front of their eyes.
“Die, all of you, die! Sacrifice yourselves and the Demon King will grant me more power!” Zhao Yi laughed sinisterly and attacked the Taiyi Holy Lord and the others, especially Ling Ran. The Zixia Body was remarkable and contained an extraordinary bloodline. If he could absorb it, his cultivation level would improve even further.
When the Taiyi Holy Lord saw this, he gritted his teeth. Suddenly, his entire body started to burn, and an even stronger power appeared in him. Even the demonic flame palm print on his chest disappeared.
Clearly, he was prepared to sacrifice himself.
“Holy Lord!” Everyone cried out in alarm.
However, the Taiyi Holy Lord said firmly, “As Zhao Yi’s master, I’m also responsible for him demonizing. I can’t let him destroy the Taiyi Holy Land, or I’ll be ashamed to face the ancestors even if I die. You guys can leave. I’m here. At least, it won’t be a problem for me to stop him. You guys can take the opportunity to recover and kill this evil spawn!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Waves of shocking power surged out. In that instant, the Taiyi Holy Lord, who had burned his blood essence, also reached the Qiyao Realm.
When the Supreme Elders and Ling Ran saw this, although they were extremely sorrowful, they knew that this was the only way out. Tears fell down their faces as they turned around and wanted to leave.
Terrifying battle ripples were behind them.
However, they didn’t dare to look back at all, for fear that they would miss the precious opportunity and be chased and killed by the demonized Zhao Yi.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Taiyi Holy Lord’s figure flew backward and crashed into the palace, collapsing it.
The demonic fog once again enveloped the entire Holy Lord mountain, sealing it off and making it impossible to leave.
Zhao Yi’s body was shrouded in a strong demonic light. He looked at the people who had yet to escape and sneered, “So what if he burned his lifespan to reach the Qiyao Realm? I, Zhao Yi, am no ordinary King.”
At this moment, the Supreme Elders were filled with despair when they saw the pale-faced Holy Lord with blood on his lips.
Ling Ran also gritted her teeth, and a hint of despair appeared on her fair and beautiful face.
At this moment, Qin Chen silently appeared on a mountain peak a hundred miles away. His Martial Arts Heavenly Eye witnessed everything and he sighed softly, “The Taiyi Holy Land is where I grew up and has treated me well. I can’t just watch it be destroyed. Besides, there are still many places in the Taiyi Holy Land that I haven’t checked in to.”
As he spoke, he flipped his palm, and a golden needle appeared. It was something he had obtained from checking-in in the past, and it was made of immortal material.
Although he had just casually thrown it aside, it was no ordinary item.
At this moment, Qin Chen flicked his finger, and the golden needle instantly pierced through the void, crossing a thousand miles and appearing on the Holy Lord’s mountain.
The pitch-black demonic fog that enveloped the entire Holy Lord’s mountain seemed to have been burned by Emperor flames. In an instant, it was reduced to nothing, and an empty passage appeared.
The golden needle arrived like a bolt of golden lightning.
“This is—” Zhao Yi reacted and subconsciously moved his palm forward to block, but the golden light easily broke through his palm and rushed towards his forehead.
“Shit!” Zhao Yi’s expression changed drastically, but he couldn’t dodge because the golden needle was too fast. He let out a huge cry in a hurry, and a demonic pattern full of demonic energy emerged between his eyebrows, intertwining into a special ancient character, which vaguely contained a trace of the Holy path aura.
It was a Holy inscription that could only be constructed by a Sage in the Jiutian Realm. It had been given to him by the Demon King of the ancient race, enough to withstand an attack from a Venerable.
The golden needle hit the Holy path demonic pattern and, with a clang, was blocked.
But the Holy path demonic pattern also shattered.
Zhao Yi heaved a sigh of relief, but he still felt a lingering fear. If it weren’t for the life-saving means given by the Demon King, he would have been dead this time.
At the same time, his face turned solemn.
To think the Taiyi Holy Land had such a super expert. Had its foundation recovered?
But it shouldn’t be that fast.
However, at this moment, an unparalleled sense of danger suddenly appeared in Zhao Yi’s heart. A second golden light appeared in an instant and directly pierced through the space between his eyebrows. With a pfft sound, it came out from the back of his head.
“This, this is—” Zhao Yi’s eyes quickly lost focus. Just as his primordial spirit was being annihilated, he looked into the distance and saw an ordinary figure standing on a mountain peak a hundred miles away. The figure was also looking at him from a hundred miles away, and the other party’s expression was very calm.
At this moment, Zhao Yi recognized the other party’s identity, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
It was him?
How was it possible?
Wasn’t he just an abandoned Prince of a divine dynasty in dire straits?
Wasn’t he just trash with a mortal body who couldn’t cultivate?
Wasn’t he just a janitor?
Normally, he swept the floor in the Taiyi Holy Land and was inconspicuous.
Zhao Yi had never expected that he would be such a great expert.
Crash–
Even after he fell to the ground, Zhao Yi still couldn’t believe that the janitor whom he had always looked down on was such a hidden expert.
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On the Holy Lord’s mountain, the Taiyi Holy Lord and the others looked at this scene in a daze. They couldn’t come back to their senses even after witnessing Zhao Yi’s death.
A moment ago, Zhao Yi had been like the sovereign of the world with monstrous demonic power. They were all injured lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They were even full of despair, thinking that the Taiyi Holy Land would be destroyed in the future.
Then, in the next moment, a golden light flashed, and the great demon Zhao Yi was killed just like that.
That was a great demon, a Qiyao Realm King, yet he had been killed so silently and swiftly.
One of the elders couldn’t help but say to the Holy Lord excitedly, “Holy Lord, to think the Holy Land has such a peerless master! He’s really hidden well, which senior do you think he is?”