292: Chapter 290 You Demon!

The arrogance and contempt in the Golden-Robed Envoy's narrow eyes finally showed faint cracks before Su Hongling's dark gold great sword, which was swinging down toward his head.

Although he had lived in the Upper Realm for a long time, enjoying the comfort of harvesting Lower Realm beings, he was still a Cultivator who had experienced slaughter to his core.

Facing this terrifying brute force capable of making space collapse, he did not choose to resist it head-on. Instead, he tapped his toe lightly against the Void Realm, and his entire body drifted back dozens of feet like a light fallen leaf.

Simultaneously, he raised his right hand, and the wide sleeves of his golden robe billowed in the wind.

"Mere Lower Realm brute force, yet you dare to dream of touching heavenly majesty? Absolutely ridiculous!"

The Golden-Robed Envoy shouted coldly, and a blinding golden light suddenly erupted from his palm. This golden light was pure and overbearing, carrying a sense of absolute suppression over lower-dimensional beings.

The golden light rapidly condensed in mid-air, transforming into a giant translucent Qi shield engraved with complex cloud patterns, standing steadily before Su Hongling's blade.

"Shatter for me!"

Su Hongling let out a wild roar from her throat. The muscles in her arms bulged high, and golden battle runes raced frantically across her skin, pushing the Mahayana Stage blood and Qi power within her body to its peak.

The [no edge] great sword carried a power that could crush anything in its path, smashing into that golden light Qi shield without any flourishes.

A deafening roar echoed through the vast underground refining workshop. A violent shockwave spread outward in a ring, causing dozens of nearby dark gold cauldrons to shake violently, and the glass pipes connected to the cauldrons let out an overburdened creak.

The two extreme forces fell into a brief stalemate in mid-air.

The sneer on the Golden-Robed Envoy's face gradually faded. He was horrified to find that the Qi shield, condensed from the 'Immortal Essence Power' he had cultivated for many years, actually showed extremely fine cracks under the opponent's pure physical heavy blow!

"Such physical strength... how is this possible!"

The Golden-Robed Envoy was greatly shocked.

The Spiritual Qi in the Lower Realm was depleted and the Laws were incomplete. How could a Body Cultivator capable of rivaling Immortal Essence Power with just their Physical Body be born?

Before he could recover from his shock, a deep, eerie, and aggressive chill spread silently from behind him.

"Your opponent is more than just Second Senior Sister."

Mu Qingxue's voice, as cold as the frost springs of the Nine Netherworlds, echoed faintly in the Golden-Robed Envoy's ear.

At some point, this ice-element powerhouse in snow-white clothes had used her exquisite movement techniques to circle into the enemy's blind spot.

The [ice soul concentration tassel] in her hand emitted a faint blue halo. She swung her long sword lightly; there was no brilliant Sword Qi, only an absolute extreme cold that could freeze even time.

In an instant, the space around the Golden-Robed Envoy was completely frozen.

The free energy in the air, the drifting dust, and even that golden Immortal Essence light were all condensed into crystalline ice under this chill.

The Golden-Robed Envoy felt the blood throughout his body suddenly stagnate, and a bone-piercing chill frantically bored through his pores into his marrow.

He turned pale with fright and hastily circulated the Immortal Essence within him, attempting to disperse this freezing power.

"Want to leave? Have you asked this venerable one's myriad soul banner!"

Luo Ximei seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Her long black and white hair flew wildly in the gale, and her platinum-colored right eye locked onto the Golden-Robed Envoy's body.

She suddenly spread her hands, and the myriad soul banner, which blotted out the sun, rustled in mid-air.

"Lock him down for me!"

Thousands of black chains, composed of a mixture of pure Devilish Qi and True Immortal Origin, shot out from the shadows of the myriad soul banner.

These chains seemed to have eyes, accurately wrapping around the Golden-Robed Envoy's limbs, neck, waist, and abdomen.

The moment the chains touched the Golden-Robed Envoy's body, the Demonic Fire attached to them began to burn frantically, greedily devouring the protective golden light outside his body.

"A bunch of lowly ants! Do you truly think this seat is made of clay?!"

The Golden-Robed Envoy finally felt a fatal threat.

His eyes turned blood-red, and he let out a heaven-shaking roar.

Enduring the intense pain of his Divine Soul being scorched by the Demonic Fire, his hands quickly formed a strange hand seal before his chest.

As the seal was completed, a massive phantom of a golden lotus suddenly bloomed with him at the center.

Each lotus petal was like the sharpest blade, carrying the power to cut through everything as it expanded outward frantically.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The black chains wrapped around him were severed one by one by the golden petals, and the ice prison seal set by Mu Qingxue also shattered under the impact of the golden light.

The Golden-Robed Envoy took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, his figure suddenly rising dozens of feet as he gasped for breath.

His originally magnificent dark gold robe was now in tatters, cracked by frost in many places and scorched by Demonic Fire in others, making him look pathetic to the extreme.

"I will pull out your Souls and roast them over the Nine Netherworld Ghost Fire for ten thousand years!" the Golden-Robed Envoy cursed through gritted teeth.

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance."

Chu Weiwei had quietly risen into the air at some point.

A hair-raising sweet smile hung on her pure face, and she held a seemingly ordinary purple jade bottle in her hand.

"My lord, when you broke free just now, was your breathing perhaps just a little bit hurried?"

Chu Weiwei tilted her head, her tone carry a hint of playfulness.

Upon hearing this, the Golden-Robed Envoy's expression changed drastically.

He subconsciously inspected his internal state and was instantly horrified to find that within his Immortal Essence Meridians, strands of eerie purple-green mist had appeared at some point!

This mist was extremely stubborn, clinging to the inner walls of his Meridians and frantically corroding his Origin of power.

"You... when did you use poison?!"

The Golden-Robed Envoy pointed at Chu Weiwei, his voice finally carrying a trace of unconcealable panic.

"Right when you were showing off your power just now."

Chu Weiwei shook the empty jade bottle in her hand. "It is colorless and odorless, able to perfectly blend into the surrounding Laws of the world.

You were gasping for breath just now, so you inhaled quite a lot."

"Vile woman!" The Golden-Robed Envoy was exasperated and quickly activated a secret technique, attempting to force the potent poison out of his body.

But he had clearly underestimated the chain of killing moves from this group of female Disciples.

"Eldest Senior Sister, now!"

Ye You, who had been moving along the periphery to provide support, let out a sharp cry.

A cruel light flashed in her dark green vertical pupils, and in the Void Realm behind her, hundreds of thick demon vines burst forth.

These demon vines did not attack the Golden-Robed Envoy directly. Instead, they intertwined and wove together, forming a massive green heavenly net in mid-air that completely blocked all of the Golden-Robed Envoy's possible escape routes.

"Our prey never escapes."

Cold Moon's voice, filled with imperial majesty, echoed above the hall.

Her purple-gold gown snapped in the wind as she raised both hands high, and a phantom of a great seal emitting endless golden light slowly condensed above her head.

That was the State-Defending Jade Seal of the Nanyu Divine Dynasty, carrying the faith and Imperial Dao Dragon Qi of hundreds of millions of beings.

Cold Moon pressed her hands down heavily.

That massive golden seal phantom carried the supreme might to suppress the eight directions, smashing straight down toward the Golden-Robed Envoy's head.

"No!!!"

The Golden-Robed Envoy let out a desperate hiss. The Immortal Essence within him was being frantically corroded by the poison, and he was simply unable to organize an effective defense.

The golden seal phantom smashed solidly onto his body.

This strike did not cause the physical destruction of flying flesh and blood; instead, it acted directly on the level of rules.

The Golden-Robed Envoy only felt a dull 'buzz' in his mind, and he discovered in terror that his connection with the surrounding Laws of the world had been forcibly severed by this overbearing Imperial Dao Dragon Qi!

Without the support of the Laws of the world, his proud Immortal Essence Power instantly became water without a source.

"Nicely done!"

Seeing this, the fire of battle reignited in Su Hongling's eyes. She stomped her feet in the Void Realm and once again transformed into a red meteor soaring into the sky.

"Old bastard, get down there for me!"

She swung the [no edge] great sword in a wide arc, using all her strength to slam the broad side of the blade against the Golden-Robed Envoy's chest, like hitting a ball.

Pfft!

The Golden-Robed Envoy spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His entire body was like an out-of-control meteorite, smashing straight down toward the floor of the hall below.

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull thud, the hard floor was smashed into a giant pit over ten feet deep.

Amidst the flying dust, the Golden-Robed Envoy lay slumped at the bottom of the pit like a pile of mud. His bones were shattered, his breathing was shallow, and he could no longer get up.

The seven female Disciples drifted down from the air one after another, surrounding the giant pit, each of their faces carrying cold killing intent.

Su Lin stood with his hands behind his back, taking steady steps past several of his disciples and slowly walking to the edge of the pit.

He looked down from above at the dying Immortal at the bottom of the pit, his deep eyes devoid of any pity.

"So you've fallen?"

Su Lin's voice was flat, yet it carried a chilling pressure.

"Where did that haughtiness from before go, the one that looked down on us as swine?"

The Golden-Robed Envoy struggled to open his eyes, which were blurred with blood. Looking up at the young man who seemed like a demon god, a bone-deep fear finally surfaced in his eyes.

"You... who on earth are you..."

He hissed intermittently while coughing up blood, "The Lower Realm... cannot possibly have monsters like you... Your Cultivation Techniques, your power... they completely defy common sense..."

"Common sense?"

A mocking curve hooked the corner of Su Lin's mouth.

"You've stayed up there for too long and have long since forgotten the most basic Law of the jungle in this world."

"You treat the Lower Realm as a farm and Cultivators as crops to be harvested at will. You thought that by severing the path to immortality, you could enjoy these blood-stained results without worry."

Su Lin slowly raised the [destiny] Immortal sword in his hand, the dark gold blade flowing with the sharp edge of destruction.

"But you forgot that prey pushed to a dead end will bite."

"Don't... don't kill me!"

Feeling that undisguised threat of death, the Golden-Robed Envoy completely broke down.

He abandoned all dignity, squirming with all his might at the bottom of the pit, trying to beg Su Lin for mercy.

"I... I am just a low-level envoy following orders! Killing me won't do you any good!

As long as you are willing to give me a chance to live, I... I can tell you everything I know!

About the [Great Harvest] plan, I'll tell you everything!"

Su Lin looked at this groveling waste, his gaze becoming increasingly cold.

"If you had known this day would come, why did you act as you did?"

He turned his head and looked at the disciples behind him.

"He's yours. As I said before, mince him inch by inch and throw him into those cauldrons. I want him to personally experience the taste of being refined like medicinal dregs."

"As you command, Revered Master!"

The disciples responded in unison, their tones filled with impatient excitement.

Chu Weiwei was the first to jump into the pit, holding a bone-scraping knife flickering with eerie green light, smiling sweetly yet cruelly.

"Lord Immortal, don't be afraid. Weiwei's technique is very steady. I'll first sever your tendons and then slowly, piece by piece, peel off your skin..."

"You... you demon! Don't come over here!!"

The Golden-Robed Envoy let out a desperate howl.

Luo Ximei followed closely behind, her [God-Binding] whip transforming into several small black venomous snakes that bored directly into the Golden-Robed Envoy's body.

"Howl louder. This venerable one loves listening to such beautiful music."

Su Hongling was even more simple and direct. She reached out and grabbed the Golden-Robed Envoy's hair, dragging him forcibly from the bottom of the pit like a dead dog toward the cauldrons burning with eerie blue Ghost Fire in the center of the hall.

"Let me go! You lunatics! The Heavenly Court will never let you go! You will all be buried with me!!!"

The Golden-Robed Envoy's curses echoed in the empty hall, but soon, these curses turned into tragic, inhuman wails.

"Aaaah!!!"

Shrill screams rose and fell, and blood stained the cold floor tiles red.

They did not use any Spells capable of a one-hit kill. Instead, they used the most primitive and cruel physical means to dismantle this Immortal's body and will bit by bit.

The sound of bones being crushed, the sound of flesh being torn, the sound of venom corroding Meridians.

Su Lin stood where he was, quietly watching it all.

There was not the slightest ripple in his heart.

To treat such beasts who regarded human life as grass with any mercy would be a desecration to those ascended ones who died tragically.

It took a full hour.

The Golden-Robed Envoy's screams finally grew faint and eventually faded into total silence.

The eerie blue Ghost Fire frantically licked at the minced meat, making a 'sizzling' burning sound.

In this slaughterhouse that had once refined the Dao fruits of countless Lower Realm Cultivators, this harvester from the Upper Realm finally met the same end as his victims.

Having finished all this, the disciples brushed the dust off their hands and returned to Su Lin's side.

"Revered Master, the trash has been cleared."

Mu Qingxue reported coldly. Her snow-white dress remained untainted by a single speck of dust, as if the person who had just participated in that bloody torture was not her at all.

"Well done."

Su Lin nodded slightly. His gaze passed over the rows of burning cauldrons and cast toward the pitch-black teleportation light gate at the deepest part of the hall.

"Next comes the real tough battle."

He gripped the [destiny] Immortal sword in his hand, and the majestic pressure of the Mahayana Stage secretly circulated within his body.

"Let's go. Let's see what kind of filthy, wretched place that really is."

With that, Su Lin took the lead.

The seven female Disciples followed closely behind.

Upon the light gate, dark runes flashed frantically.

The moment Su Lin's figure completely vanished into the light gate, the entire massive refining workshop suddenly let out a violent tremor.