289: Uncle and nephew of the Black Party, die!

“Hei Fang Tianyu! Hei Fang Jin! You colluded with six Devil Kings, brought the world-controlling tripod, attempted rebellion, and ambushed this Commander! Today, this Commander shall execute you two here! All of you shall bear witness!”

Xiao Zhuo’s voice was like cold iron, and before the Devil Kings who had just returned to the outer perimeter of the ruins could understand the situation, he had already set the tone for this conflict.

Previously, after everyone exited the ruin’s hall, they waited about thirty miles outside.

When violent tremors from deep within the ruins ceased and were followed by dead silence, they tried to return and investigate, but were blocked by an indestructible golden light barrier.

Even with over sixty people attacking together, the light barrier remained unmoving.

This was naturally the suppressive power of the Black Demon Clan’s treasure, the world-controlling tripod.

This tripod possessed extraordinary might; six Devil Kings activating it were enough to withstand the furious assault of a hundred Devil Kings, let alone these sixty-plus individuals?

Had Hei Fang Tianyu and Hei Fang Jin not severely underestimated Xiao Zhuo, and actually called the six Devil Kings maintaining the world-controlling tripod outside into the ruins to their deaths, these Devil Kings under Xiao Zhuo on the outside would likely still be isolated.

At this moment, Xiao Zhuo’s words were impactful, and everyone’s gaze was fixed on the dying Hei Fang Tianyu and Hei Fang Jin.

They immediately understood.

The Black Demon Clan had always been tyrannical, and Commander Yuan Chu severely injuring Hei Fang Jin was no secret.

Everyone deeply believed what Xiao Zhuo said.

What’s more, at this moment, Xiao Zhuo’s body was enveloped in an earth-shattering Natural Freedom Dao Rhyme, his pressure like a prison, not yet fully reined in.

Under the deterrence of that terrifying aura, the Devil Kings, who were already neutral, seeing that Primal Beginning had taken control of the situation, no one dared to challenge him.

As for the lives of the two Black Demon Clan members? What did it have to do with them? Even if the Black Demon Clan sought revenge, their spearhead would only point to Primal Beginning.

“Hei Fang Tianyu!” Old Demon General Yue Rujiu’s face turned ashen, and he questioned sharply, “We had already split up to explore, why did you two use the world-controlling tripod to carry out such a despicable ambush?”

“Primal Beginning!” Hei Fang Tianyu ignored Yue Rujiu, his fierce eyes fixed on Xiao Zhuo, and he hissed, “I admit defeat today! But everyone here is present! If you dare to kill us, the Black Demon Clan will make sure you wish for death but cannot have it, and wish for life but cannot live!”

Xiao Zhuo indifferently withdrew his jade blood saber, and the astonishing aura around him slowly receded.

The out-of-control world-controlling tripod fell from the air, and with a casual wave of his hand, he drew it from the broken opening in the dome into his palm.

At the same time, a swirl of World Power quietly brought the immortal king golden body into his zizai world.

After doing all this, he merely glanced at the two dying figures in the pool of blood: “What? Now you remember to bring out the Black Demon Clan’s name, hoping to survive?”

“You…!” Hei Fang Tianyu’s face instantly changed from pale to ashen, and a hoarse sound like a broken bellows came from his throat. He wanted to utter more threats, but he couldn’t even muster a trace of demonic Qi—the Law runes within his body had been completely shattered by Xiao Zhuo.

A bone-chilling fear clutched his heart, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

His cultivation as a top Devil King, his influential status within the clan, and even the formidable reputation of the entire Black Demon Clan… all seemed so ridiculous and fragile before this god-like figure.

The shadow of death had never felt so real; he could even smell the scent of death in the air.

Thoughts of begging for mercy churned in his mind, but the arrogance ingrained in his bones and the dignity of a Devil King prevented him from uttering a single word. He could only glare at Xiao Zhuo with resentment and despair, his eyes a mix of regret and bone-deep terror.

He couldn’t understand why the heavily injured Primal Beginning could unleash such overwhelming power?

That one returning strike, that terrifying sight of annihilating light, was seared into his Divine Soul like a brand.

Only now did he truly realize that he had provoked not a “mere Devil King,” not a Prodigy with extraordinary talent, but a killing god destined to rise over mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Hei Fang Jin, on the other hand, was like a puppet whose soul had been extracted, slumped in the pool of blood.

All his pride, all his lofty ambitions, were completely shattered by that one strike that fused all Dao and split heaven and earth, along with the foundation of his Devil King Dao Heart obtained through forced Breakthrough, all turned to dust.

He looked at his clan uncle’s face, twisted with fear, surveyed the over sixty Devil Kings who were silent as cicadas, not daring to speak, and finally, his gaze settled on Xiao Zhuo’s indifferent, unperturbed face.

A tremendous sense of absurdity and cold despair overwhelmed him.

He, the Black Demon Clan’s number one Prodigy, once regarded Primal Beginning as a stepping stone, but now he didn’t even have the qualification to warrant an extra glance from the other party.

When Xiao Zhuo’s gaze swept over him, it was more indifferent than looking at dust.

The backlash of his Shattered Realm Dao Heart far surpassed the pain in his Physical Body; the sound of the Great Dao imprints within him crumbling inch by inch seemed to be the death knell of his cultivation path being completely severed.

Facing death, he couldn’t even muster a thought of resistance, only endless exhaustion and despondency. He slowly closed his eyes, as if resigning himself to fate, as if unwilling to see this cruel reality again. Death, perhaps, was liberation.

“Die.” Xiao Zhuo’s voice was calm and unwavering.

With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible blade, condensed with the mighty power of space, like a scythe swung by the Grim Reaper, silent but faster than flowing light, swept directly towards the two of them.

Hei Fang Tianyu only felt a fatal sharpness approaching him, his pupils constricted, and a final, unwilling, desperate roar burst from his throat: “No—!”

He wanted to struggle, wanted to activate his remaining power, but that terrifying spatial power had already firmly imprisoned his broken body and Divine Sense!

He could only watch as the invisible line of death cut across his neck, his vision suddenly flipping, inverting… and finally, what came into view were Xiao Zhuo’s eyes, still as indifferent as ice, as if he had merely crushed two ants.

Before his consciousness sank into eternal darkness, only one thought screamed madly: Devil King Old Ancestor… revenge… this child… must not be allowed to live!

Hei Fang Jin didn’t even open his eyes, a bitter, self-mocking arc merely tugged at the corner of his mouth.

As the spatial blade swept past, his shattered demonic body, along with his broken Dao Heart, were instantly completely ground and disintegrated by the mighty power of space.

He couldn’t even let out a muffled groan; his entire existence, like dust, silently dissipated between heaven and earth.

The Black Demon Clan’s highly anticipated number one Prodigy thus silently fell, dying… without any value.

Two once-influential Devil Kings with deep backgrounds were annihilated in body and spirit with a casual wave of Xiao Zhuo’s hand!

Their fear, despair, unwillingness, and curses all turned to nothing, failing to stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

Just at this moment—

“Clang!”

To the southeast, a clear sword cry ripped through the sky!

Immediately after, a thousand miles of land were dyed in silver frost! The temperature in the air plummeted, and the cold was bone-chilling!

The Divine Sense of the Devil Kings within the ruins instantly surged like a tide towards the source of the sword cry.

Xiao Zhuo’s expression changed slightly, reacting with lightning speed, and he pointed a finger at the heavily injured Half-step Demon Lord Chi Yanyang.

A surging force easily confined him, and Xiao Zhuo casually tossed him to Yue Rujiu: “Take him! Go!”

“Understood! Commander!” The Devil Kings responded in unison, their voices filled with unprecedented awe.

The absolute power Xiao Zhuo displayed had completely awed them!