84: The Immortal Devouring Demon Dragon surrendered, and Lin Xun himself hid in the coffin.

Immediately, with a sharp 'hiss,' Lin Xun was reduced to a mist of blood under that terrifying power of annihilation.

At the same time, the other nine clones also exploded with a roar, like brilliant fireworks instantly extinguished.

Ding-dong! The Child of Destiny's main body's personally condensed clone has been killed by the Host. His Destiny Value -10,000 points. Host's villain points +10,000 points.

"Long-lost villain points!"

After half a year, Xuan Tianchen heard the system's notification sound again, and an excited expression couldn't help but appear on his face.

It was like a hunter encountering rare prey, unable to suppress his excitement.

When this scene fell into Shi Wudao's eyes, he, who was originally terrified, immediately turned ashen.

After all, in his opinion, Xuan Tianchen had effortlessly killed Lin Xun with a snap of his fingers.

So, without a doubt, This Imperial Son's next target would inevitably be him.

However, facing such a powerful individual, he currently had no power to retaliate, and the final outcome could only be death.

As expected, just as he was making this connection,

Xuan Tianchen's blood-red eyes, like an endless abyss, suddenly fell upon him.

That gaze was like a materialized arrow, making his heart thump.

In just a moment, an endless chill instantly arose, piercing deep into his soul: My life is over!

At the same time, Xuan Tianchen stood high in the sky, looking down on everything below like a deity.

He looked down at Shi Wudao's massive body as if examining an insignificant object.

When he sensed the fear deep within his heart at this moment, he couldn't help but smile indifferently, a hint of disdain in his smile: "Are Immortal Devouring Demonic Dragons all this cowardly?"

Then he took a step, and his figure instantly blurred.

In less than a breath, he stood before Shi Wudao's massive dragon head.

His speed was so fast that it seemed as if time and space were at his mercy, ruthlessly rubbed away.

"Remnant of the Immortal Devouring Demonic Dragon race, submit to This Imperial Son, or die...!!!"

Xuan Tianchen's voice boomed like thunder, reverberating through this space, every word seemingly carrying immense power.

As soon as his voice fell, the spatial confinement within the barrier immediately vanished.

The originally solidified space instantly returned to its normal flow.

And Shi Wudao, who had been confined for so long, also felt a sense of relief at this moment.

His massive body trembled slightly, as if he had just awakened from a terrible nightmare.

Immediately after, he looked up at Xuan Tianchen's terrifying figure.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly lowered his noble head, which represented the hope of the Immortal Devouring Demonic Dragon.

That head, heavy as a mountain, was humbly lowered at this moment.

After all, he had just heard Xuan Tianchen refer to himself as an Imperial Scion!

Among all the heavens, besides the son of the immortal emperor, who would dare to fearlessly call himself an "Imperial Scion" without fear of karma!

As the last bloodline of the Immortal Devouring Demonic Dragon, bearing a sea of blood feud, he naturally knew when to bend and when to stretch at critical moments.

Moreover, serving such an awesome figure, it wouldn't tarnish the reputation of the Immortal Devouring Demonic Dragon race if word got out.

Furthermore, with such a powerful backer,

When he returned to the High Heavens, those forces that had once annihilated the Immortal Devouring Demonic Dragon race would have to think twice before touching him.

Seeing Shi Wudao being so sensible, Xuan Tianchen then spoke with satisfaction: "Since you submit, hand over your soul blood!"

His voice was cold and majestic, allowing no disobedience.

Shi Wudao heard this and quickly responded: "Yes, Master!"

With that, as Shi Wudao's thoughts moved, his soul blood immediately flew out from between his brows.

Then it was mercilessly taken into Xuan Tianchen's palm.

After all this was done, Shi Wudao, who was already in a dragon soul state, became somewhat ethereal.

Clearly, the battle with Lin Xun earlier had consumed too much of his power, and he had also been severely injured in the Cycle of Heaven Dream Domain.

If he couldn't find a body to possess now, he wouldn't be far from perishing.

However, Xuan Tianchen sensed the abnormality on Shi Wudao's body, but remained as calm as ever.

He even reprimanded him: "As a member of the Immortal Devouring Demonic Dragon race, fighting a mere clone of someone at the Immortal Emperor Realm, yet you ended up in such a sorry state!"

"A mere clone?!"

Shi Wudao's pupils instantly constricted upon hearing what his master said, and an expression of surprise appeared on his face.

If Lin Xun had nearly killed him with just a clone,

Then if he were to meet his true body, Shi Wudao would definitely have no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

After all, in the past, when he was in the High Heavens, he was considered a prodigy-level figure, to say the least.

Not only did he have few rivals in the same realm, but fighting beyond his level was also commonplace.

Now, after this incident, he finally understood what it meant that there were always people better than you, and heavens beyond heavens.

"Forget it, this isn't entirely your fault. That person just now wasn't an ordinary Immortal King Realm cultivator!"

Talk is talk, but Xuan Tianchen wouldn't let an Immortal Devouring Demonic Dragon with infinite potential just vanish before his eyes.

He waved his hand, and the ten thousand souls banner immediately materialized beside him.

The ten thousand souls banner unfurled in the wind, emitting an eerie and powerful aura.

Immediately after, as his thoughts moved, two Immortal King Realm divine souls suddenly flew out from the ten thousand souls banner.

The divine souls flickered with light, revealing powerful energy fluctuations.

"Devour them; it's enough to sustain you for a while!"

Xuan Tianchen instructed, his tone calm, yet carrying an unquestionable authority.

Shi Wudao heard this and immediately snapped out of his daze regarding the ten thousand souls banner, and couldn't help but be overjoyed!

"Thank you, Master!"

After thanking Xuan Tianchen, Shi Wudao directly opened his large mouth and swallowed the two divine souls before him.

That large mouth was like an endless black hole, instantly engulfing the divine souls.

After just a breath... his body, which had become somewhat dim, was suddenly enveloped in black qi, and his aura instantly returned to its peak!

Not only that, his cultivation realm suddenly ascended to the Immortal Emperor Realm Second Layer at this moment.

"Master's grace in remaking me, Wudao will never forget!" Shi Wudao's voice was filled with gratitude and loyalty.

The tactic of combining both grace and might is always effective.

"It's good that you know. Let's go, come with This Imperial Son to kill someone!"

As soon as his voice fell, Xuan Tianchen was already standing on Shi Wudao's head.

And his vast divine soul power had already locked onto the Qingyun Sect.

There, he sensed the aura of Lin Xun's true body.

Beneath his feet, Shi Wudao, who had benefited, immediately let out an earth-shattering dragon roar.

Then he crushed the barrier and soared into the sky, his direction naturally being the Qingyun Sect.

Xuan Tianchen stood with his hands behind his back on the dragon's head, his blood-red robe swaying in the wind.

That figure, illuminated by the sunlight, emitted a radiance that was impossible to look at directly.

That imposing aura, no matter from which angle one looked, was exceptionally dazzling!

...Deep beneath the Sword Tomb in the back mountain of Qingyun Sect, a secret chamber covered in powerful formations was buried.

On the walls surrounding the secret chamber, runes flickered, light flowed, emitting mysterious and powerful energy fluctuations.

And in the center of the secret chamber, a green bronze coffin with an impressive aura was suspended.

The bronze coffin exuded an ancient and majestic aura, as if it contained endless secrets.

It was at this moment that the being inside the coffin suddenly opened its eyes!

Those eyes were like two flashes of lightning, instantly illuminating the entire dark secret chamber.

"That figure... is he a High Heavens cultivator? His combat power is simply unparalleled! I'm afraid I can't hide anymore."

The person sleeping here was Lin Xun's true body.

For the past few hundred years, his true body had been hiding within this green bronze coffin.

As for him walking outside, he was merely a clone condensed by his true body.

Besides the Qingyun Sect, the other nine major sects on the Qingyun Continent also had his clones.

While accelerating his true body's cultivation, they also secretly collected various cultivation resources for his true body.

Now, a High Heavens cultivator had descended, killing his clone as soon as he made a move.

And from the memories transmitted by the clone, the other party's target this time was very likely himself.

Clearly... the visitor meant no good!

If he were to fight a powerhouse of that level, Lin Xun didn't know if he could withstand it.

Thinking of this, his face was filled with solemnity, as if shrouded in a thick cloud of gloom.

"To be safe, I'd better recall the other clones for assistance!"

As his thoughts moved, the other clones distributed among the other nine major sects instantly appeared in the secret chamber as if they had sensed something.

However, out of the original nine clones, only eight returned.

As for the other one, it was a contingency Lin Xun had left behind.

After all, as a seasoned old schemer, he naturally wouldn't go all out in a battle he wasn't confident in winning.

If things went slightly awry, that clone of his would escape the Qingyun Continent and ascend to the High Heavens.

Even if his true body perished here, he could still revive through the clone.

By then, he would still be him.

Little did he know, what he was about to face next was a figure capable of driving him to despair and death.