231: Chapter 231 Blood Dragon Floods the Tomb

The cold blade pressed tightly against Su Changge's carotid artery. The wound it cut was not deep, but the blood that flowed out was warm, trickling down the cold sword blade and dripping onto his plain white robes, blooming like a small plum blossom of blood.

His back was pressed against the stone wall forged from ten-thousand-year profound ice, the cold seeping through his clothes and penetrating into his bone marrow.

He dared not even breathe, fearing that the slightest rise and fall of his chest would allow that deadly edge to sink in another fraction.

That shout of "Presumptuous" just now was a gamble with everything he had, and it had indeed bought him a fleeting moment of survival.

But that survival chance was fleeting; the violent resentment in the eyes of the Empress Phantom not only failed to dissipate but grew even more intense. The sword blade, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, pressed inch by inch into his flesh.

The instinct for survival kept every inch of Su Changge's muscles tense, and his unconsciously hanging fingertips brushed lightly, in a tremor, against the cold, hard stone throne beside him.

Sitting upright on the stone throne was a skeleton that had long since lost all its flesh.

It was this touch, so slight it could almost be ignored.

The moment his fingertips made contact with the withered remains, the core of the entire great tomb began to shake violently without warning!

Rumble—

This sound did not come from the tomb chamber itself, but from the outside world, from the heavens and earth of the entire Northern Region!

Hovering above the Northern Region, those tens of thousands of blood-colored Dragons formed from endless Evil Qi and resentment stopped their aimless wandering at the same moment.

They all turned their dragon heads in unison, their scarlet dragon eyes piercing through the Void Realm to lock onto this imperial mausoleum buried deep underground.

Roars that could pierce gold and crack stone converged into a torrent that shook the heavens and the earth.

The next moment, ten thousand Dragons swooped down!

They were no longer mere visions; they had received some kind of summons from the primordial era, transforming into the most violent entities of destruction.

Boom!

The indestructible tomb gate instantly turned to dust under the impact of the first Blood Dragon.

Immediately following were the second, the third... A dense torrent of Blood Dragons tore through layers of Restrictions and surged madly along the deep tomb passage into the main tomb chamber!

The entire space was instantly filled with violent blood-red color.

The thick, unshakable smell of blood, mixed with the resentment of fallen gods and demons, formed a pressure as heavy as a mountain, making the air viscous and almost crushing one's lungs.

The hideous dragon bodies of the Blood Dragons brushed against the tomb walls, their hard dragon scales creating a harsh grinding sound, and the gale they whipped up tore the rock walls to shreds, causing gravel to fall in a rustle.

A Blood Dragon's tail swept past, and Su Changge was sent stumbling half a step by the immense force, his back slamming heavily against the stone wall, dislocating his internal organs.

His hand, which had just touched the skeleton, felt a piercing numbness in the fingertips, and he found he could not lift it.

His heart was already in turmoil.

It was just touching a bone; why would it cause such a heaven-and-earth anomaly? Who exactly was the owner of this skeleton?

Intense pain radiated from his back and fingertips, surging up to his throat. Su Changge gritted his teeth tightly, forcing himself to swallow the groan.

He slowly withdrew his numb hand and placed it behind his back as if nothing had happened. His already straight spine was now like a long spear piercing the blue sky.

Su Changge lifted his chin slightly, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the Blood Dragons circling and roaring throughout the room, without even knitting his brows.

That expression, that posture—it did not look like a prisoner trapped in a desperate situation, but rather like someone inspecting the livestock he kept, without a trace of panic to be found.

The thousands of Blood Dragons did not attack him; their target was clear. They circled the skeleton on the stone throne, their huge dragon heads drooping, emitting low, almost mournful whimpers toward the remains.

Wisps of blood energy drifted out from the dragon bodies, flowing like rivers into the sea, all surging into the Empress Phantom.

The originally semi-transparent phantom solidified rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The imperial robes on her body transformed from illusory light and shadow into silk with a tangible texture. The Phoenix patterns embroidered with gold thread were clearly visible on every feather, even shimmering with flowing brilliance under the reflection of the blood light.

The Great Emperor Level resentment permeating from her body was no longer an invisible pressure but transformed into a tangible black storm, sweeping outwards through every crack in the tomb chamber.

Hiss—

The black wind swept across the rock walls, leaving behind terrifying gullies over half a zhang deep. The ten-thousand-year profound ice rock was as fragile as tofu before that black wind.

A few wisps of the stray black wind brushed against Su Changge's cheek, bringing a stinging pain like a knife cut. His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly circulated the meager Spiritual Qi of his Qi Refining First Layer, setting up a fragile barrier in front of him.

His first thought was to call the System and use the "Words Become Law" that had not yet fully manifested to suppress the situation.

However, deep in his Sea of Consciousness, that incomplete panel only brightened and dimmed, dimmed and brightened, like a candle in the wind, its signal intermittent.

The ancient divine scripts on the panel blurred into an unrecognizable halo, unable to lock onto even a single complete function option.

Su Changge's heart sank.

He remembered that this place was the junction between the Void Realm and the wall, where the spatial Law was extremely chaotic. This chaotic turbulence naturally isolated and interfered with all external Divine Thought and Law fluctuations.

The System, in such a place, could not operate stably at all.

At the moment he needed his Golden Finger the most, it dropped the ball!

At this time, the Empress Phantom had completely solidified. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Su Changge.

What kind of eyes were those?

Scarlet, pure scarlet, without a trace of white. What flowed within them was not emotion, but the resentment and madness accumulated over billions of years from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Her gaze locked precisely onto Su Changge.

The black storm around her surged even more ferociously.

The Empress opened her mouth.

"—Screech!"

A shriek that did not belong to any living creature erupted suddenly!

This shriek turned into tangible sound waves, piercing through the entire tomb. Su Changge's eardrums hurt intensely, and his Divine Soul felt as if it were being pierced by countless steel needles.

He gritted his teeth tightly, relying on willpower far exceeding his cultivation level, forcing himself to hold on. On his face, there was still not a hint of unnecessary fluctuation.

Outside the imperial mausoleum, on the wasteland of the Northern Region.

The Four Princes, who were preparing to rush into the tomb at all costs to protect their King, had just taken a step.

A fear originating from the deepest depths of their Bloodline and Divine Soul made their bodies stiffen.

The Imperial Might emanating from deep underground was no longer as ethereal as before, but had turned into an invisible sacred mountain suppressing the ages, crashing down onto the shoulders of each of them.

Thump!

The four giants of the Demonic Path didn't even have time to groan before their legs went weak, and they all collapsed to the ground, firmly pressed down and unable to move.

Prince Jimie's face was as pale as paper, and the demonic weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter." His lips trembled, and every word he spat out carried a tremor: "Great Emperor... Might! This is the true Imperial Might of a Great Emperor!"

"The Remnant Soul of the Empress... she... she has recovered the strength of the Great Emperor Level?" Shadow Kill Prince lay flat on the ground, lacking even the strength to lift his head, his body shaking like a sieve. "It's over... it's all over... we are all going to perish here today!"

Succubus Prince was curled up behind Prince Jimie, clutching her head with both hands, not daring to make a sound even while crying.

Only the Old Priest, also pressed face-first to the ground by the pressure, had a look of almost fanatical piety and fervor on his aged face.

He used all his strength, tearing at his hoarse throat, and let out a roar that sounded like weeping blood:

"Our King suppresses the fierce Souls of the ages! Divine Might covers the world—!"

This voice, carrying an unquestionable belief, traveled along the biting cold wind and spread throughout the entire dead-silent Northern Region.

The Three Princes, collapsed on the ground, trembled upon hearing this.

That's right! Deep in the tomb, our King is still there!

The King could even trigger such a heaven-and-earth anomaly as ten thousand Dragons paying homage; what is there to fear from a mere Remnant Soul of the Empress? This earth-shaking Imperial Might might just be caused by our King's Divine Might!

Prince Jimie, as if grasping at a straw, immediately shouted along: "Our King's Divine Might! Invincible under the heavens!"

Shadow Kill Prince and Succubus Prince also reacted, roaring with all their might, their voices rising wave upon wave, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and even more fanatical worship.

Inside the tomb.

Su Changge naturally could not hear the cheering and shouting from outside.

His heart was already in a storm.

It was just digging a grave; how did I dig up a BOSS that has recovered to the Great Emperor Level?

As a small Cultivator at the Qi Refining First Layer, what can I use to fight her? My head?

Am I really going to die here today?

His brain operated at an unprecedented speed, searching for any possible chance of survival.

Pretend to be a Master? Already tried that; this Empress, whose reason has been devoured by resentment, doesn't buy it at all.

Use the heart of the realm? That thing can only defend passively; it cannot attack actively.

Escape? The tomb gate has long been blocked by thousands of Blood Dragons; there is no way to heaven and no door to enter the earth.

The Empress Phantom stared at him for a long time. In those purely scarlet eyes, a trace of struggle seemed to flash, but it was quickly replaced by an even deeper violence.

She slowly raised her right hand.

A blinding blood light condensed at her fingertips, quickly elongating into a blood-colored blade half a zhang long.

On the blood blade, resentment boiled, and the surrounding air was scorched and distorted by the high temperature it emitted.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Empress waved her arm.

Whoosh!

The blood blade tore through the air, carrying a sharp whistling sound, and lunged straight at Su Changge's face!

That speed had already exceeded the limit of what Su Changge's Divine Sense could capture.

By the time he reacted, the blood blade containing the aura of destruction was already right before his eyes!

Su Changge's pupils contracted to the extreme in that instant.

A critical moment!

At the moment of life and death, the combat instinct hidden deep in his Soul was completely ignited. He had no time to think; his body had already reacted a step ahead.

A thoroughly wretched side roll.

He rolled into the pile of gravel nearby, barely dodging this fatal blow.

Boom!

The blood blade struck the stone wall behind him, making no loud noise, only a silent annihilation. The ten-thousand-year profound ice rock wall was silently melted into a bottomless hole.

Su Changge was covered in dust. While rolling, his arm had been cut by sharp gravel, leaving several long gashes, the burning pain stimulating his nerves.

He grimaced in pain but still gritted his teeth.

In the pile of gravel, he stood up unhurriedly, raised his hand, and lightly brushed off the non-existent dust from his robes.

He lifted his chin again, looking at the Empress with a calm posture and leisurely steps. It didn't look like he had just dodged a fatal blow; it looked more like he was taking a stroll in his own courtyard, casually stepping around a stone that was in his way.

Su Changge's tone was flat, without a ripple: "Little tricks, and you dare to bring them out to show off?"

In the shadows, The Three Princes, peeking through the gaps in the tomb walls, took in this scene.

Prince Jimie's eyes erupted with brilliant light: "The King... the King actually dodged the Empress's attack so easily!"

"Too strong! Against an attack of this level, the King didn't even glance at it properly!" Shadow Kill Prince nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling with excitement. "I knew it! I knew the King would definitely be fine!"

"The Remnant Soul of the Empress is not even worth mentioning in the eyes of our King!"

Succubus Prince covered her mouth with both hands, her beautiful eyes shining like stars in the night sky: "The King... the King is so handsome and elegant!"

"I want to bear three hundred offspring for the King!"

And the Old Priest had already knelt on the ground again, bowing even more piously toward Su Changge's back.

"Our King's Divine Might! Invincible under the heavens!"

Su Changge stood in place, his legs shaking uncontrollably beneath the cover of his wide robes. It was only by relying on that unyielding will that he held on without collapsing.

Stop imagining things! I beg you, stop imagining things! I can't hold on much longer!

His heart was screaming frantically, but his face remained as calm as an ancient well.

The Empress tilted her head, seemingly unable to understand why this ant before her could dodge her attack, and the violent color in her eyes grew heavier.

She raised her hand again.

This time, three blood blades condensed in front of her simultaneously.

The three blood blades, in a "pin" formation, attacked Su Changge's upper, middle, and lower paths, sealing off all space and possibility for him to dodge.

The Heaven, Earth, and Man Trinity Death Array!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three blood blades, carrying a shrill whistle that tore through the firmament and wrapped in resentment capable of annihilating all life, shot toward Su Changge.

Looking at the three points of blood light rapidly enlarging in his pupils, Su Changge's heart was almost jumping out of his throat.

This time, it was a true desperate situation.

This time, am I really going to die?