Chapter 333: He Had Repressed an Entire Era
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Let’s go.” Su Chen nodded slightly.
Having received Su Chen’s approval, Long Wu extended a finger. A spatial rift stretching a hundred yards appeared in the void. The spatial tear was extremely deep, its destination unknown. Su Chen, Long Wu, Qin Hao, and the others stepped into it, vanishing instantly.
After they disappeared, the original spatial rift swiftly recovered to its former state. All that remained was the ravaged Spirit Race island, silently floating in the void. No one could tell that a powerful force had once existed upon this isle.
“When did Su Chen get acquainted with a saint king?”
“And a saint king of the Demon Race at that?”
After seeing Su Chen off, everyone present heaved a sigh of relief. Su Chen’s background alone was plenty terrifying, with many factions friendly with him. Now, with the aid of a saint king as well, his standing would give many others pause.
“It’s not just an acquaintance. If I heard correctly, that saint king referred to Su Chen as ‘Master’…” spoke a Saint Realm powerhouse.
Knowing someone and addressing him as Master were two very different relationships.
If it was merely an acquaintance, that would only indicate Su Chen had an intimate bond with a Saint King Realm master. Even to the extent that…the other party was willing to help annihilate a superpower like the Spirit Race.
But if the Saint King Realm existence addressed Su Chen as Master, the implications were far different. It meant Su Chen occupied the dominant position.
Since Su Chen could command a saint king, who could guarantee he did not have one or two more saints under him?
“However, speaking of which… There shouldn’t have been any deep hatred between Su Chen and the Spirit Race, right? How did it escalate to extermination?” someone asked, looking baffled.
Earlier on, the enmity between Su Chen and the Spirit Race had only cropped up within the God Demon Sect’s small world and at the Prodigy Gathering.
But neither occasion was a direct clash between Su Chen and the Spirit Race. The first time was because of Qin Hao! The second was because of Huo Xi! No matter how one looked at it, the two sides were nowhere near mortal enemies!
“Have you forgotten the Demon Slaying Altar?”
At this moment, a Holy-Lord-level figure spoke up slowly.
The news that saints of both the Spirit Race and the Qin family had fallen at the Demon Slaying Altar was already widespread knowledge across the East Barrens. It was just that, given the two titan powers’ fearsome strength, few dared to openly discuss the matter.
Now, with the Spirit Race destroyed and the Qin family yet to arrive, a private conversation would not hurt.
At the same time, several million kilometers from the Spirit Race island, two figures sat upright atop a flying Dao weapon that resembled a palace.
One older, one younger, both wore solemn expressions.
“My son, you seem troubled?”
A black-robed man opened his eyes and peered to the side. His unfathomable strength exuded a suffocating aura. The cascades of black hair draped down like inky waterfalls, and his eyes were profoundly deep.
A faint saint aura lingered about him. This was none other than the Qin family’s head, Qin Ziteng!
Just a few days prior, he had finally become a saint. This news still remained top secret, known to scarcely a handful across the East Barrens.
“Father, do you know who is attacking the Spirit Race?” Qin Yuan asked slowly.
He wore a divine golden crown atop his head, appearance peerlessly handsome. Long and limber, his spotless moon-white robe contained traces of the Dao in every movement as if an Immortal Lord of the Nine Heavens had descended from ancient times.
The outside world knew that Qin Yuan was not very old, only in his teens. Yet from his looks, he had the stature of a grown young man. Only his features seemed a tad childish still. But that did little to mar his handsome visage. Given time, it was likely countless girls would go crazy for him.
“I do not know either.” Qin Ziteng shook his head.
The news from the Spirit Race had been far too urgent as if they were facing an unrivaled foe. There had been no time to relay many details.
Thus…the intelligence the Qin family received was fragmented at best. All they knew for certain was that the Spirit Race had reached a crisis of life and death. But the specifics of how dire things were, who was attacking the Spirit Race, and how many experts were involved, the Qin family was clueless about it all.
For safety’s sake, Qin Ziteng had specially gone to invite a Saint King Realm ancestor from the back mountains.
Presently, that Saint King Realm ancestor had already rushed ahead to the Spirit Race’s island. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be able to preserve some of the Spirit Race’s legacy.
“But do not worry, my son. Our Sixth Ancestor has departed for the Spirit Race already. No matter who it is, they shall pay in blood today if they dare attack the Spirit Race!” Qin Ziteng spoke gently, yet his words contained a chilling killing intent between the lines. The temperature inside the flying Dao weapon visibly dropped several degrees.
“With Sixth Ancestor taking action, 1 can rest easy then.” Qin Yuan gave a slight nod.
His profound eyes gazed out at the void, billions of runes swirling deep within, brimming with terrifying killing intent that seemed able to annihilate the heavens and earth.
This was his inborn divine power! Extremely fearsome.
Ever since he started cultivating, no one had witnessed him utilize his Mystic Eyes. This was mainly because opponents who engaged him could never force him to that point – they would already be defeated and dead beforehand.
“I heard that my cousin is still alive?” Qin Yuan seemed to recall something and casually inquired. His tone was devoid of any emotion as if asking about some casually inquired. His tone was devoid of any emotion as if asking about some trifling matter unrelated to himself.
“Yes.” Qin Ziteng gave a slight nod.
He was the head of the family, Qin Yuan’s father, and a saint. Yet before Qin Yuan, he could not maintain his composure.
This had nothing to do with any disparity in strength. Rather, it was because of potential and status!
Qin Yuan’s present position might not exceed his own. But everyone knew the young man had cultivated for but a short time. Eventually, he would surely rise to become a True Immortal Realm powerhouse.
Even Qin Ziteng himself had to rely on Qin Yuan to survive. Added to Qin Yuan’s extremely aloof personality…
Thus, even within the Qin family, all were very deferential towards Qin Yuan, let alone outsiders.
“However, you can rest easy. Even if that little bastard Qin Hao somehow survived, I have endless means to send him back on the road to the underworld again.” Qin Ziteng’s eyes darkened as he spoke heavily.
“No, I’m afraid Father has misunderstood!”
Qin Yuan turned his head slightly to meet Qin Ziteng’s gaze, the corner of his mouth curving up into a faint, chilling smile.
It made one’s hair stand on end. Even Qin Ziteng’s brow furrowed slightly. He did not know what his son was thinking.
“That cousin is nothing. But I won’t be able to rest easy until the Ninth Ancestor perishes!”
The Ninth Ancestor of the Qin family! He was an extremely fearsome figure! While there might have been even more stunning existences in the current world, in the East Barrens, the Qin family’s Ninth Ancestor had repressed an entire era!