Chapter 382: Why Was It Him Again?
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“I won’t hide it from the Princess.” Yang Kai gave a bitter laugh and continued, “Dashang is completely finished. Senior Su Chen has summoned experts from all over to jointly attack Dashang. Right now, the Protecting Formation of this nation is about to be broken through.’”
“Was it Benefactor Su Chen who sent you?” Shang Ziino’s spirited eyes instantly brightened. She leaned forward slightly, full of hope as she asked.
Hearing this, Yang Kai’s expression froze. Well… Her benefactor?
He knew Su Chen had shown him grace, so there was no issue with him calling Su Chen his benefactor. But… Now Princess Zimo was also addressing Su Chen as her benefactor, which seemed a bit unusual.
He looked deeply at Shang Zimo and nodded. “It was indeed Senior Su Chen who sent me!”
“I knew it was Benefactor!” Shang Zimo clasped her hands before her chest, a complicated expression on her face.
At the darkest moment of her life, Su Chen had already helped her once before. And now it was the second time. If Su Chen had not told Yang Kai to come, she didn’t know what situation she would have to face in the future.
As a Dashang princess, her strength was still only at the Qi Sea Realm. She feared the final outcome would not be good.
“Did my father take action?” Shang Zimo seemed to have recalled something and asked instead.
“No! ” Yang Kai shook his head. He was also very puzzled about this.
Now, Dashang was on the brink of destruction, some Saint Realm and Saint King Realm powerhouses had already made moves. Yet Shang Zhou had no activity, which was very confusing.
It was impossible for Shang Zhou to be afraid. After all, Shang Zhou had the guts to work with the dark creatures. Anyone might be timid, but Shang Zhou definitely would not!
“Perhaps he already has an escape plan…” Yang Kai spoke. After thinking it over, he felt this was the only possibility matching reality.
Dashang spanned hundreds of thousands of miles, no one knew what tricks they had up their sleeve. Perhaps some ancient teleportation formation was hidden within the countless palaces.
“No! I understand my father’s personality best! He definitely won’t escape! He must be secretly plotting something,” Shang Zimo muttered to herself.
Suddenly, her pupils constricted as she involuntarily cried our, “Heavenly Bloodshed Formation!”
“Heavenly Bloodshed Formation?” Hearing this, Yang Kai was confused. He had never heard these words before. Obviously, this had touched on his blind spot of knowledge.
In the first twenty-odd years of his life, he had studied the Confucian classics. Although he had occasionally heard of matters in the cultivation world, he was not well-versed. It was not until Su Chen gave him a few cultivation methods that he officially entered the path of cultivation.
It could be said many things about the cultivation world still only half-made sense to him, let alone recalling how many great emperors there were in ancient times.
Profound Heaven Emperor was from a very long time past. Not to mention Yang Kai, even many powerful experts would find it hard to think of the link between him and a grand formation with only the word “heaven” in common. After all, the only similarity between the two seemed to be that one word.
“There’s no time to explain!” Shang Zimo looked extremely anxious as she hurriedly said, “Marquis, please take me away from here and find Benefactor Su Chen! If we wait a moment longer, I’m afraid it will be too late!”
“Alright!” Hearing this, Yang Kai solemnly nodded.
He did not ask too much. From Shang Zimo s expression, it was not difficult to deduce the current Dashang Emperor was likely not as simple as he thought.
Perhaps, everything today was just a setup! But this trap was for what purpose, he still could not be clear. In short, the Dashang Emperor would definitely not bury the tens of thousands of years of inheritance behind him for no reason.
Outside, at this moment, the great battle had reached a fever pitch.
Whether in the skies or underground, everything in sight had been thoroughly destroyed. The once extremely prosperous Imperial City had become ruins, every inch of land dyed red with blood.
The bloody aura was concentrated to an extreme, with countless lives buried here. From saints to ordinary people, no one could escape this calamity.
In the unnoticed underground, crimson patterns began to blossom with a radiant glow, continuously absorbing the essence of fallen beings and their lifelong cultivation.
Though most who had perished in this Imperial City were just Qi Gathering Realm or Qi Sea Realm cultivators, even some at the God Altar Realm, their cultivation perhaps negligible.
But when this number accumulated to hundreds of thousands, even millions, nearing ten million, the quantitative change would bring about a qualitative change! The meager cultivation of these people, gathered together, could unleash the power that even saints would have no choice but to acknowledge.
“Su Chen, die!” the Marquis Champion-like dark creature roared in the sky.
One huge hand stretched out, reaching beneath the clouds to grab at Su Chen’s body.
By this point in the battle, all sides had exhausted much. No one would continue holding back. After all, those still choosing to conserve strength at this time were simply not taking responsibility for their own lives.
Boom!
Mountains collapsed and the earth sank as the black hand carried a violent aura like a vast ocean, exploding with waves that swept across the endless void.
At this moment, all living beings were drowned like ants. They could not help but tremble. Countless people still locked in battle fell to their knees. Facing this majestic might, they had not a shred of power left to resist.
It was obvious… This was no ordinary saint! At a minimum, he was in the middle stage of Saint Realm! Or perhaps even the late stage! Along with his dark creature identity, his strength was now at a nearly despair-inducing level.
At the side, Dashang’s zither-playing saint and a black-robed saint simultaneously unleashed killing techniques from two directions, sealing off every inch of space for Su Chen to dodge. Facing this strike, he could only choose to directly withstand it, unable to evade.
However…
To everyone’s surprise, Su Chen did not choose to defend, but instead directly charged forth. The Azure Dragon Sword in his hand let out a dragon’s cry, piercing the sky.
The black hand, formed of a terrifying energy, was nearly indestructible. Even late-stage Saint Realm powerhouses would not dare underestimate it.
Yet with Su Chen’s sword strike, it was directly pierced through, turning into a black mist that swiftly crumbled beneath the sky.
“Die!”
After shattering the black hand, Su Chen shot forth like a rainbow, the sword in his hand tracing a profound trajectory as it slashed toward the nearby zither-playing saint.
The black Azure Dragon Sword was like a stretching mountain range, spanning thousands of miles and exuding endless oppression. Even as a saint, in this moment, he could not help but feel his soul leaving his body.
Why was it him again?