99: Chapter 99 Ants

Above Tiansheng City, the laws of the world fluctuated.

Tianji stood atop the clouds, her white robes pristine and untainted. She looked down at Gu Sheng, who stood protectively in front of Ji Ruxue.

"Ants of the Lower Realm. You dare obstruct the Emperor's decree?" Tianji's voice was cold and aloof.

She raised the bronze mirror in her hand. Dao charms flowed across its surface. This was not a power that should exist in the Lower Realm; it was true Immortal Qi.

Gu Sheng snapped his folding fan shut and tapped it against his palm.

The system's text flashed in his mind.

[Host, this is an imitation of the High Grade Immortal Artifact, the Kunlun Mirror. Although it's a replica, it's still a form of dimensional suppression in the Lower Realm. Recycling price: 500,000 destiny points.]

Gu Sheng ignored the system's explanation and replied with just two words.

Seize it.

Tianji activated the bronze mirror. White light transformed into a deluge of thousands of swords, sealing off all escape routes from the Great Xia Imperial Palace. The floor tiles of the white marble square cracked inch by inch under the pressure of the sword rain.

Gu Sheng flicked his wrist. A rusty fragment of an Imperial Weapon of the Ultimate Path appeared in his palm.

He swung the broken blade. There was no sword qi, no astral wind.

Only the crushing weight of pure laws.

The moment the sword rain touched the trajectory of the broken blade, it was instantly annihilated without a sound.

Tianji took half a step back. She looked down at the bronze mirror in her hand; a crack had appeared on its surface.

"How is this possible?" Tianji muttered. How could the Lower Realm possess the power to damage an Immortal Artifact?

Gu Sheng vanished from where he stood.

When he reappeared, the ribs of his folding fan were pressed against Tianji’s throat.

Space was forcibly locked down. The Immortal Qi within Tianji’s body ceased to circulate. The Upper Realm cultivation she took such pride in was not even worth mentioning before Gu Sheng.

"So, the blood of those from the Upper Realm is also red." Gu Sheng gripped the wrist Tianji used to hold the mirror and snapped it with a sharp twist.

The sound of bone snapping was crisp.

Tianji cried out in pain as the bronze mirror slipped from her grasp. Gu Sheng caught it and tossed it into his storage ring.

"The Emperor will never forgive you!" Tianji hissed through gritted teeth.

"Tell him to get in line," Gu Sheng said as he thrust the folding fan forward.

The ribs of the fan pierced through Tianji’s throat.

As her Primordial Spirit tried to flee, Gu Sheng reached out with his left hand and crushed it instantly.

Her corpse plummeted from the sky, crashing onto the white marble square of the palace as blood began to pool around it.

Xia Qingyue arrived at the side hall with a squad of Black-Armored Guards. She froze upon seeing the corpse. The pressure of the Upper Realm's messenger had not yet dissipated, preventing the guards from even approaching.

"Pavilion Master Gu," Xia Qingyue said, cupping her hands in greeting.

Gu Sheng descended to the front of the side hall. Ji Ruxue stood on the steps, staring at the corpse on the square.

"Master," Ji Ruxue said with a bow.

"Save the formalities. Great Xia's troubles are far from over." Gu Sheng brushed the dust off his sleeves. "Finish refining the Dragon Vein. Since the Nine Nether Devil Emperor sent someone down, it means his true body cannot descend. If the sky falls, those taller than you will hold it up; just focus on raising your cultivation as quickly as possible."

Ji Ruxue nodded.

Gu Sheng turned to Xia Qingyue. "Dispose of the corpse. Reinforce Great Xia’s formations by another two layers. If any more riffraff like this shows up in the future, just blast them with the formations."

The Eastern Region. Above the waters of the Guixu Abyss.

The seawater was boiling. The dark red Dragon Emperor thrashed in the air. The pressure of an Emperor forced all sea tribes within ten thousand miles to lie flat on the seabed, not even daring to raise their heads.

Xuan Kong propped up an astral qi shield, but the astral qi of a peak Creation Realm expert was insufficient before the Dragon Emperor. As the dragon's tail swept past, fine cracks spread across the shield. Xuan Kong retreated thirty meters before stabilizing himself.

Luo Qingxue’s fingers danced. It was the Slaughter Movement of the Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Melody. Spears of extreme ice struck the dragon scales, leaving behind white marks. The cold energy of the Lunar Origin seeped into the dragon's body through the gaps in its scales.

Ye Yuan stood upon the dragon's back, his Desolate Ancient Devil Body erupting with full force. His hands gripped two reverse scales tightly, wrenching them outward.

Dragon blood geysered out. As the golden blood struck the sea's surface, it carved out whirlpool after whirlpool.

Nie Xiao held his broken saber and sliced into the gap Ye Yuan had opened. The Saber Intent of a Semi-Saint poured directly into the dragon's body, shredding its life force.

The Dragon Emperor cried out in agony. It attempted to dive back into the deep sea. If it could only reach the bottom of the Guixu Abyss, it could use the residual power of the formations there to recover.

Ye Yuan smashed a fist into the Dragon Emperor’s spine. The sound of bone shattering echoed across the sea.

"Trying to run?" Ye Yuan thrust his hand into the wound, rummaged for a moment, and then yanked with all his might.

A golden, glowing dragon sinew was ripped out of the dragon's body.

The Dragon Emperor let out a final, mournful wail. Its massive body, now without support, crashed into the sea, kicking up waves hundreds of feet high.

Ye Yuan wrapped the dragon sinew around his waist and turned to look into the distance.

An old monk stood atop a golden lotus, holding the damaged Dragon-Subduing Bowl in his hand. He had intended to wait until both sides were exhausted to seize the Dragon Emperor's remnant soul.

Ye Yuan walked through the void toward him.