Chapter 385: Go to Your Death
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
At present, it was virtually impossible for the two of them to defeat Su Chen together. It seemed their only sliver of a chance to grievously injure Su Chen was through the extreme method of self-explosion.
As for killing him, the odds did not seem high. But if Su Chen was heavily injured, it would be a chance for the Dashang Empire.
The black-robed saint did not hesitate at all. In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth roiled, converging towards the black-robed saint.
Amidst the drastic change in the wind and clouds, a vortex formed above his head. Endless spiritual energy poured in, and his aura began climbing sharply at that moment. Once raised to the limit and exploded again, the power unleashed would be devastating, something almost no one could withstand. Even the already scarred Dashang Empire would likely be completely annihilated.
“Is this being driven to desperation?” Seeing this, Su Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly, a shocking icy glint flashing through them.
After shaking off the dark creature, he swung his fist and smashed it directly at the black-robed saint. In a flash, peerless fist intent dominated heaven and earth.
“Too late!” The black-robed saint laughed manically, his expression twisted and sinister.
A saint’s self-exploding was no trivial matter. This was the accumulation of their entire lifetime’s worth of cultivation, profoundly deep and not something so easily stopped. Not to mention, Su Chen still had others holding him back. It was almost certain that in this region, almost no one could halt his self-explosion.
“Die with m…” A loud sound rang out. However, before his words fell…
Buzz…
An enormous hand spread out from below. Divine light crisscrossed over it, weaving endless profound principles. It was like a heavenly hand that grabbed the black-robed saint’s throat.
“Hmm? This is… Shang Zhou!” The black-robed saint’s smile froze.
“Shang Zhou?”
It wasn’t just the black-robed saint. Even Su Chen, the dark creatures, and the escaped onlookers were all stunned in place. Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.
Had Shang Zhou lost his mind? This thought inexplicably surfaced in their minds.
After all, this black-robed saint was a mighty expert of the Dashang Empire. In terms of seniority, he was Shang Zhou’s ancestor. No matter what, Shang Zhou had no reason to make a move against him.
There was only one explanation for this situation!
Shang Zhou intended to place righteousness above familial ties! He planned to kill the black-robed saint first before explaining to everyone that he had no choice. This way, perhaps many would spare Shang Zhou’s life out of sympathy.
“Shang Zhou! Do you think you can betray and destroy your masters and forefathers and still be forgiven?” the black-robed saint spoke with difficulty.
His aged face was filled with incomprehension. His self-explosion was also for the sake of the entire Dashang!
He had anticipated Su Chen would try to stop him at all costs. Yet he never expected that at this critical juncture, it would be his junior backstabbing him! Not to mention… This was Shang Zhou, whom he had always thought highly of and believed could bring Dashang to greater heights.
“Shang Zhou! Do you think just by doing this, they will let you off? Don’t fantasize! Since you chose to cooperate with us, there’s no path of retreat left!” the Marquis Champion-like dark creature also spoke sinisterly.
At this moment, he too was extremely anxious.
The black-robed saint’s life was now in Shang Zhou’s hands. It seemed Shang Zhou was no longer on the same path. If he alone was left to face Su Chen, he would have no chance at all. Once the black-robed saint perished, he would have to consider how to escape.
Of course, the likelihood was also very high that he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wanted to. In the earlier clash, he had already experienced Su Chen’s might. This was why the three of them had all refined large amounts of Black Blood Stones. If not for the Black Blood Stones, the three of them would have died countless times over. It could be said from the very start, that they were not on the same level as Su Chen.
“Ancestor, aren’t you being a bit too extreme!”
In the central palace of Dashang, a tall and majestic man had appeared at some point. He wore an imperial robe embroidered with the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, along with a five-clawed golden dragon. A crown sat atop his head and he exuded a dignified aura. His eyes were unfathomable, with the sun and moon revolving within.
He stood there quietly, taking no further action, but seemed like a volcano on the cusp of eruption, his body containing enough power to annihilate the heavens.
None doubted that if Shang Zhou made a move, it would surely cause the heavens to tremble.
“I was extreme?” The black-robed saint looked as if he had heard some unbelievable joke. His complexion became rather interesting.
Why had he done all this? If not to force back this powerful foe, how would he have ended up at the point of self-explosion?
Those able to become saints were all heroes of their generation! As long as there was the slightest chance, they would not have chosen to self-explode. Yet Shang Zhou was different. From the start, he had never lent a hand. And now, the moment he appeared, he even accused him of being too extreme. This was far too disappointing!
“Since your skills were inferior, you could have peacefully departed… Why did you choose self-explosion?” Shang Zhou spoke, his voice light and breezy, as if talking about something unrelated to himself.
Self-explosion.
These two words were said so easily. Yet once one chose to do so, not only would their mortal form dissipate, but even their divine soul would be annihilated alongside. It could be said a living saint would erase all traces of their existence from the world.
“Haha…” The black-robed saint looked at Shang Zhou in despair. His expression was complicated as he let out a hoarse laugh.
Although his self-explosion had been interrupted by Shang Zhou, his appearance had instantly aged countless times over. This was the loss of his fighting spirit!
At this moment, he no longer knew why he had fought to this point, nor what meaning there was left for him to live.
“Go to your death, Ancestor! You won’t have died in vain. I will end all this!”
Shang Zhou said no more. He spread his five fingers and pushed out his palm, like a five-fingered mountain rumbling with thunder and wind, shocking divine light rushing forth in a dazzling radiance.
The black-robed saint did not choose to resist. He stood silently in the void. Even though the hand holding him had already loosened, he still did not try to dodge, quietly awaiting Shang Zhou’s divine power.
Boom!
The palm in the sky descended, like a piece of the golden firmament crashing down, covering everything. Even someone as powerful as the black-robed saint instantly exploded into a mist of blood and gore.
He still had the chance to be reborn from a drop of blood but chose not to, only watching quietly as Shang Zhou refined his vital essence and divine soul..