83: Massacre of 100,000 immortal soldiers, order of the immortal world

“Gui Xu Demon Lord, don’t get too smug. When my elder brother organizes the ancient existences of the Northern Cold Immortal Region!”

“He will surely be able to Seal you again!”

Ye Langkun glanced at the Gui Xu Demon Lord, then swept his gaze over the Northern Cold Imperial Capital, which had been reduced to ruins.

His eyes were bloodshot, a physiological reaction to extreme anger and sorrow.

His relatives and descendants had perished in the massacre of the Imperial Capital, a pain that brought him to the brink of collapse.

But he did not choose to wallow in grief; instead, he suppressed his sorrow, vowing revenge!

Immediately, he raised his hand, conjured a long spear, and flashed to engage the Gui Xu Demon Lord in battle, shaking the heavens and earth, with Immortal and Demonic Qi flying chaotically.

The one hundred thousand Immortal Army wanted to help, but Wang Qing’s sudden appearance in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, raising his hand to slay nearly a hundred Immortals, prevented them.

Without time to think, this Immortal Army had no choice but to change formation and meet Wang Qing’s furious assault.

In an instant.

The Northern Cold Imperial Capital was shrouded in battle, flames soaring into the sky, and Immortals continuously falling.

The sky was dyed blood-red, various Laws intertwined, and space was shattered and then restored.

It was evident that the Immortal Realm’s spatial barrier was still incredibly robust, completely unfazed by this battle.

If this had been any other Major Thousand Worlds, such a battle would have, at best, shattered the world, and at worst, reduced it to an endless abyss.

“Ah!”

“Wang Qing, I’m going to kill you!”

The ten Immortal Kings’ eyes were bloodshot, watching their subordinates constantly losing their lives to Wang Qing, with not even their Souls escaping.

These Immortal Army members should have been exalted existences, but facing Wang Qing’s ferocious slaughter.

They had lost all avenues of retreat, left only with the choice of a suicidal counterattack.

“Kill! Even if we die, we must bite off a piece of Wang Qing!”

An Immortal Army general roared, though it was unclear which one.

In an instant, between heaven and earth.

Immortal Army members flew towards Wang Qing, self-detonating, flesh and blood splattering, shaking the heavens and earth.

Such “suicide attacks” were extremely rare in the Immortal Realm.

Because self-detonation meant the complete annihilation of both body and spirit, with no chance of Reincarnation and re-cultivation.

Yet, despite this, they rushed forward without hesitation, solely to buy a glimmer of hope for their comrades or to vent their hatred.

“Bang bang bang!”

One after another, Immortals self-detonated, astonishing even Wang Qing.

However, even if these Immortal Army generals self-detonated, it was of no concern to him.

After much thought, Wang Qing lost his desire to play. His sleeve swirled, and a dense black mist flowed from a shattered spatial crack.

Mysterious threads emerged from the black mist, like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, swiftly harvesting the lives of every Immortal Army member.

“Whoosh whoosh…”

A torrential black rain fell from the sky, as if the Northern Han heavens and earth were weeping.

Black threads swirled between heaven and earth, and in less than ten breaths, all one hundred thousand Immortal Army members were reduced to shredded flesh, falling to the ground.

The ten Immortal King generals were also harvested.

These threads were composed of the power of the Other Shore; only an Immortal Emperor could resist them.

Immortals of other Realms, touching even a single thread, would surely perish and have their Dao extinguished.

Wang Qing did not make another move, his figure flashing onto a black cloud, watching the constantly flickering figures of the Gui Xu Demon Lord and Ye Langkun.

“Rumble rumble~”

Within the black mist, two points of light continuously collided and exchanged blows.

Ultimately, Ye Langkun’s figure flew backward, crashing directly towards Wang Qing.

He held the Heavenly Demon Subduing Halberd, its dark tip piercing straight forward.

Ye Langkun had no time to dodge and was impaled through the heart.

“Ah!”

He let out a tragic scream, and in a single breath, his life was taken by the dark long halberd.

Not even his Quasi Immortal Emperor Primordial Spirit escaped, shattered by Wang Qing’s palm.

This was already a one-sided battle, from its outbreak to its conclusion, less than an hour had passed.

After Ye Langkun was also slaughtered, the pervasive black mist was dispelled by Wang Qing’s raised hand, revealing a scarred and desolate land, shattered mountains and rivers, and endless abysses.

Rivers of blood continuously flowed into those abysses, as if recounting the fierce battle that had just taken place.

“Who exactly are you, and what kind of technique were those black threads just now? Why are they so unfathomable!”

The Gui Xu Demon Lord flashed from a distant black cloud, stopping in front of Wang Qing, his expression extremely bewildered!

Even he had felt a pang of fear from the black threads just now.

If Wang Qing hadn’t wanted to spare him, he too would have been sliced into pieces by the threads.

“You don’t need to know what kind of power it is. You just need to keep stirring up trouble and slaughtering other cities in the Northern Cold Immortal Region!”

“Your strength should have recovered to Half-step Transcendent. The coming chaos in Northern Han depends on you!”

“Don’t disappoint me, or I will crush the Other Shore Demonic Seed, and in the blink of an eye, you will die!”

With that, a black Other Shore flower appeared behind Wang Qing, carrying him as it shattered space and vanished into the distance.

The Gui Xu Demon Lord’s eyelids twitched, feeling aggrieved internally, but he dared not utter a single “no.”

However, his indignation lasted only a moment before he transformed into a blood mist and fled, going to wreak havoc on other ancient cities in the Northern Cold Immortal Region.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to resist Wang Qing, but rather he didn’t dare. Although he appeared formidable on the surface, he was extremely afraid of death.

Especially because he had once entered the second stage of transcendence and had a pathological obsession with the “Realm of Dao’s End.”

This extreme pursuit of the “Dao’s End” had, in turn, become his greatest weakness.

Death, to him, meant the complete end of hundreds of millions of years of effort.

After the Gui Xu Demon Lord left… on a snow-capped mountain peak in the Northern Cold Immortal Region, Ye Langtian watched his blood brother being slaughtered.

He showed no reaction, lost in a daze, gazing at the Northern Cold Imperial Capital, which he had ruled for tens of millions of years, being pulverized.

“For what exactly have I ruled the Northern Cold Immortal Region for tens of millions of years?”

“Power? Wealth? Beauties? An empire? It seems none of these, but rather for my own twisted desire for control!”

“If I had relinquished power to my descendants earlier, perhaps that rebellious son, Ye Changsheng, wouldn’t have rebelled and tried to sleep with his own mother, would he?”

Ye Langtian scoffed, a bitter taste in his mouth, but he had no desire to change.

He wanted everyone to remain under his control, even if it meant the destruction of the Imperial Capital, the death and betrayal of his family, he would not hesitate.

Even if he was a lone wolf, he still had countless Immortal Army members under his command, capable of forming a powerful Northern Cold Immortal Court once again.

The death of some people was irrelevant. He felt he still had the qualifications to contend with Wang Qing, and that was the Northern Cold Immortal Region’s trump card: the Great Dao God Clan.

As long as they made a move, everything would return to peace, and he could establish a powerful Immortal Court once more.

“Hehehe, you truly are a tyrant!”

Yun Fu, having finished deploying the Chaos Guardian Immortal Formation, descended from a distance onto the snow-capped mountain peak, looking at Ye Langtian with derision.

She was still dressed in a sheer gauze skirt, her charms subtly revealed, her legs straight and alluring.

However, Ye Langtian showed not a hint of lust, only endless indifference.

“The Northern Cold Imperial Capital has been destroyed, and great chaos is imminent!”

“Ahead, the Eastern Cold Immortal Domain is ready to act against the Northern Cold Immortal Region at any moment, and behind, the Gui Xu Demon Lord and Wang Qing are stirring up internal strife in Northern Han!”

“Only by making the living beings of Northern Han feel despair can they unite wholeheartedly, stand together against external threats, and unleash the fighting Qi of determination to die!”

“When their deaths endure until the Great Dao God Clan intervenes to rectify the order of the Immortal Realm, I will be able to establish a new Northern Cold Immortal Court again!”

“Every sacrifice is worth it!”

Ye Langtian spoke with almost no emotion, each word uttered with a pause.

He wanted the living beings of the Northern Cold Immortal Region to struggle in despair.

He only needed to organize the remaining hundreds of thousands of Immortal Army members under his command, feigning cooperation with the Northern Han populace, and he could wait for the Great Dao God Clan to rectify the Immortal Realm.

At that time, he would be able to reap the benefits and create a brand new Immortal Court Imperial Capital once more.