489: Chapter 489 The Four Kings Gather

The Su Family Cultivators were pale as ghosts; they had never seen such a monster, someone who looked so young yet was more ferocious than a Golden Immortal.

At the prow of the other shore immortal boat, Lu Yuan did not intervene in the battle below.

His Divine Thought remained wrapped around the entire battlefield, keeping everything under his control.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a hint of a gratified smile.

These were his women and his sons; they had grown to the point where they could handle things on their own, no longer needing him to do everything personally.

But his gaze quickly turned cold again. With his hands behind his back, his eyes were like blades, staring fixedly into the depths of a spatial rift.

In his Divine Thought perception, those four Golden Immortal auras that had been lying in wait finally moved.

Like four ancient Vicious Beasts lurking in the abyss, they were slowly waking up, emitting a terrifying aura that made the entire battlefield tremble.

"Finally couldn't sit still?" Lu Yuan muttered to himself, a flash of sharp killing intent in his eyes: "Then let this seat see exactly how much ability you four foreign Golden Immortals have."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Four distinct yet equally terrifying auras, carrying the breath of crushing eternity and immortality, rose from the depths of the spatial rift like a volcanic eruption.

These four auras intertwined, like four invisible mountains pressing down on everyone's heart.

The entire Star Domain shivered under this power; starlight dimmed, and space made creaking sounds of being overwhelmed, as if it would shatter at any moment.

The fierce sounds of battle on the battlefield abruptly ceased at this moment.

Whether it was the generals at the Great Ascension Stage or the Void Immortal experts who had already condensed the Dao, everyone felt a tremor originating from the depths of their Soul.

Figures wielding Magical Artifacts and activating Divine Abilities simultaneously froze, like mosquitoes trapped in amber.

Some Cultivators couldn't even hold their weapons steady; their Magical Artifacts clattered to the ground, making a crisp sound in the silent Starry Sky.

"This is... the masters of the four Immortal Lord-level powers of the Nine Nether Underworld?"

On the other shore immortal boat, several Old Ancestors of small and medium-sized factions who had joined the expedition were pale as ghosts, their lips trembling violently, their teeth chattering with a clacking sound.

Their eyes were fixed on the four terrifying figures slowly emerging from the rift, their pupils filled with horror and despair.

"Blood Slaughter! Master of the Blood Blood Su Family, Su Ming! Yasha Clan Chief, Ying Shang! And Jialan Heavenly Demon!"

A white-haired Old Ancestor called out these names one by one with a trembling voice, his face turning paler with each name: "Four taboo existences at the Golden Immortal stage! How is it possible... how can this be?"

The few Old Ancestors behind him collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, unable to even stand.

These four were truly existences standing at the ceiling of combat power in the Daluo Heaven.

Each possessed the terrifying cultivation of the Golden Immortal stage; a single stomp of their feet could turn countless Star Domains into dust.

Ordinarily, the appearance of any one of them would cause the entire Daluo Heaven to tremble; small and medium-sized factions wouldn't even dare to look up at the aura they emitted.

Now, the four kings were gathered!

This was no longer a simple encirclement; it was an absolute killing trap!

"Bang!"

A loud explosion rang out, as if the firmament had been crushed.

A blood-colored foot, as huge as a mountain range, stepped out from the rift. The foot was covered in crisscrossing scars, each emitting a thick stench of blood, as if it had been through countless brutal wars.

Where the foot landed, the Starry Sky shattered, turning into a black hole, and the surrounding spatial rifts spread outward like a spider web.

Immediately after, a ten-thousand-foot-tall blood-red figure walked completely out of the rift.

The Asura Clan Chief, Blood Slaughter, stood ten thousand feet tall, his muscles coiled like a Dragon, each muscle bulging as if about to burst, containing power enough to tear apart a Star Domain.

His crimson skin was covered in dense, ancient slaughter demonic patterns that wriggled like living things, emitting soaring blood light and Evil Qi.

His hair was blood-colored, disheveled behind his head, like a swarm of venomous snakes dancing wildly.

The most heart-stopping thing was the giant axe in his hand.

It was a black giant axe dragged behind him, the blade flowing with blood that seemed never to coagulate, emitting a monstrously ferocious Evil Qi.

It was the Low Grade Immortal Artifact—the Eight Desolations Heaven-Splitting Axe, said to be forged from the spine of an ancient Vicious Beast; a single swing could split heaven and earth.

Blood Slaughter's gaze was like two blood moons, looking down from above at Lu Yuan on the other shore immortal boat.

His mouth split open, revealing a mouthful of sharp, blood-colored fangs, his eyes filled with contempt and violent killing intent.

"You are the native called Lu Yuan?"

Blood Slaughter's voice was like a booming bell, causing surrounding meteorites to explode.

He looked down from above at Lu Yuan on the other shore immortal boat, his eyes filled with contempt and violent killing intent: "Tender-skinned and soft, yet you dare to speak so boastfully? One swing of my axe, and I can chop even your Divine Soul into slag!"

Just a short distance from Blood Slaughter, a grayish-white phantom quietly appeared.

It was an old man draped in a grayish-white robe, his face sinister, his skin dry and wrinkled like dead tree bark.

His eyes had no pupils, only a hazy white, like two clumps of lifeless smog.

He held a black ancient book in his hands; as the pages turned, it emitted a thick aura of death and fluctuations of Karma.

It was the Low Grade Immortal Artifact—the Underworld Book of Rebirth. It is said that this book recorded the life and death Karma of countless living beings; each page turned could deprive a life of its Luck and vitality, ultimately sending it into eternal death.

The Master of the Blood Blood Su Family, Su Ming.

"Brother Blood Slaughter, why the anger?"

Su Ming's voice was hoarse, like two dry bones rubbing together, making one's scalp tingle: "This brat was able to kill the vanguard we sent, so he does have some ability. It's just a pity that he doesn't know how to read the situation."

His pupil-less eyes turned toward Lu Yuan, his grayish-white gaze seeming to penetrate the Physical Body and look directly into the deepest part of his Divine Soul: "This seat will send him to rebirth right now; his Physical Body is just right for nourishing my Underworld Book."

He gently stroked the cover of the Underworld Book of Rebirth, a strange smile curling the corners of his mouth: "A Golden Immortal Late Stage Physical Body is a rare and good Material. A Puppet refined from it will be able to retain at least ninety percent of his combat power from when he was alive."

Meanwhile, in a part of the Void Realm on the edge of the battlefield, an almost imperceptible aura, nearly fused with the void itself, was quietly prowling.

It was the Yasha Clan Chief, Ying Shang. He seemed to be darkness itself, without any fixed form, like a mass of flowing shadow.

He had integrated the dual Golden Immortal Laws of the Void Realm and Shadow; he was a natural assassin, best at launching a fatal strike without the enemy even noticing.

The "Shadowless Thorn" in his hand was a translucent dagger, quenched in nameless Immortal poison; it is said that those struck by it would have even their Divine Soul corroded away completely.

He hid in the darkness, like a venomous snake waiting for prey, silently adjusting his position, looking for the best time to strike.

And in the deepest part of the spatial rift, the final figure was finally revealed.

It was a mass of pink mist, radiating extreme temptation and evil.

A faint, coquettish laughter came from the mist, like a heavenly sound from beyond the Nine Heavens, yet it carried the power to bewitch the heart.

The soldiers who heard the laughter found their gazes becoming unfocused involuntarily, and infatuated smiles appeared on their faces.

The mist slowly dissipated, and the incomparably graceful and flawless true form of Jialan Heavenly Demon was revealed.

She was barefoot, stepping on the void; with each step she took, a pink lotus bloomed beneath her feet, emitting a rich fragrance.

Her skin was crystalline and translucent, as if carved from the finest Immortal jade.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful; even the most powerful Immortal would find it difficult to resist such temptation.