92: Chapter 92 The Fall of Two Emperors, the Collapse of the Wang Family!

As the words fell...

Wang Qian was already trembling with rage, a mouthful of blood surging into his throat, nearly spraying out on the spot.

He had lived for tens of thousands of years; when had he ever been so mocked and humiliated by a junior?

Under the massive shock to his mind, the spiritual energy throughout his body began to become turbulent and unstable.

At that very instant.

Zhou Qing and Luo Qinghan accurately seized the combat opportunity.

With Wang Teng dead, the Wang family's morale was already collapsing.

Now that Wang Qian had lost his mental composure, it was the perfect time to strike and settle the matter.

The two of them no longer held back, the Divine Power around them surging!

“Boom!”

The two of them joined forces to strike their strongest blow.

The imperial runes on Zhou Qing's fist fully bloomed, shattering the long saber in Wang Qian's hand that had been refined for thirty thousand years with a single punch.

“Chish!”

Luo Qinghan's imperial sword slashed with all its might, a purple sword beam spanning the firmament.

This single sword strike...

Directly shattered Wang Qian's protective Laws along with all his remaining foundations.

Wang Qian's withered body was pierced through by the purple sword beam.

He looked down at the transparent hole in his chest.

His cloudy eyes were filled with resentment and disbelief.

“Thirty thousand years... I have accumulated for a full thirty thousand years!”

“How could... I lose to two... juniors...”

His aura dissipated, and his voice grew weaker and weaker.

His body slowly fell from the Void Realm.

That long saber, broken in two, fell into the ruins of Imperial Fall Valley ahead of him.

Thirty thousand years of bitter cultivation, thirty thousand years of accumulation.

In the end, he couldn't even hold onto his personal weapon anymore.

Almost at the same instant.

Wang Tian also reached his limit under the joint pincer attack of Li Zhenyue and Peak Master Qin Yuanshan.

He attacked frantically with all his might, clashing head-on for dozens of rounds.

The spiritual energy throughout his body was exhausted, and his Physical Body was on the verge of collapse.

Finally, Li Zhenyue caught a flaw and shattered half of his body with a single palm strike.

Blood sprayed wildly, and his vitality was instantly severed.

The corpses of two Quasi-Emperor powerhouses fell one after another, almost simultaneously.

“Bang! Bang!”

The corpses slammed into the ruins of Imperial Fall Valley, kicking up clouds of dust.

Two Quasi-Emperors had fallen just like that!

Above the Void Realm, a mournful and beautiful rain of blood suddenly began to fall, pitter-pattering and dyeing the horizon red.

That was the Heavenly Dao sensing the event and shedding tears for it; it was called the Heavenly Crying.

When an ordinary Cultivator dies, heaven and earth remain undisturbed.

But once one reaches the Quasi-Emperor realm, they have already touched the Dao's Origin, and their every move triggers the resonance of heaven and earth.

The fall of one person is enough to trigger an anomaly and shake all directions.

But today, above Imperial Fall Valley, two Quasi-Emperors had actually fallen at the same time.

Heaven and earth grieved, and the Great Dao wailed!

Blood rain drifted, and a ghostly wind whimpered!

The three remaining Quasi-Emperor Elders of the Wang family in the distance witnessed this scene, and their minds completely shattered.

One person's legs were blasted off by Peak Master Lei Wanjun's Lightning Astral Energy, causing him to kneel in the Void Realm.

The other two took advantage of the chaos to tear through the Void Realm, dragging Wang Shuo and their kneeling companion along as they fled for their lives.

As Wang Shuo was being dragged away, he looked back at Imperial Fall Valley.

His gaze passed through the layers of ruins and landed on that pitch-black immortal burial coffin.

His lips moved.

There was no sound.

But everyone could see what he was saying.

Teng'er!

The void crack closed.

The remnants of the Wang family disappeared completely.

From their arrival to their departure.

The Wang family had not taken anything with them.

Instead, they had lost their own Imperial Son, an Old Ancestor, an Elder, plus ten stalks of top-grade Imperial Herbs.

Imperial Fall Valley regained its tranquility.

The scars left by the battle spread across ten thousand miles, with collapsed mountain ranges and churning lava everywhere.

But those who were still alive all breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the hall.

Zhou Qing retracted his pressure and descended from the Void Realm.

He walked up to Lin Yi and patted him on the shoulder.

“Good lad, well done!”

Luo Qinghan also stowed her imperial sword, a rare smile appearing on her face.

“Not bad, you didn't embarrass your Revered Master!”

Lin Yi grinned.

“Of course!

How could I bear to let Revered Master down...”

Luo Qinghan's smile instantly vanished.

“Heh!”

A single word, deeply meaningful.

Lin Yi tactfully shut his mouth.

Xu Chen lunged toward his Revered Master, Peak Master Lei Wanjun.

“Revered Master! Revered Master, you were too cool!”

“Just now, when you blasted out that Lightning Astral Energy, my heart was trembling along with it!”

Peak Master Lei Wanjun kicked him away.

“Get lost, you're embarrassing me.”

“Learn more from the Saint, and don't just focus on being a smart-mouth!”

Xu Chen lay on the ground, chuckling.

“Revered Master, Brother Lin Yi's style isn't that easy to learn!

But, Revered Master, the way you looked today was so cool it hit me right in the face!

I'll definitely be learning from you for a lifetime!”

The corners of Peak Master Lei Wanjun's mouth twitched a few times, but he didn't deliver a second kick.

Su Yuxi walked to Lin Yi's side and gave him a complex look.

Her thin lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

A thousand words ultimately turned into just one sentence.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

Lin Yi looked at her features so close at hand and deliberately leaned half a step closer.

His breath almost brushed against her ear, and with a somewhat roguish smile, he said:

“Don't worry, with you worrying about me like this, how could I bear to get hurt.”

As the warm breath swept across her earlobe, Su Yuxi only felt her cheeks burning.

Her heartbeat suddenly lost its rhythm, like a small deer crashing around in her chest.

She hurriedly turned her head away, her earlobes dyed with a layer of light red.

Just then, Chu Wanqing came skipping out from behind, holding her imperial zither.

She bumped into Lin Yi's back and shouted in a crisp voice:

“Brother Lin Yi, you're so amazing!”

“I knew you would be fine!”

Lin Yi smiled and rubbed her head, the tenderness in his eyes impossible to hide.

Shen Qingyue stood a little further away, sheathing her long sword.

She said nothing, just looked at Lin Yi's back, the corners of her mouth curving slightly.

It was very subtle.

But they did curve.

On the outskirts of Imperial Fall Valley.

Wang Hong took out fine wine he had cherished for many years from his Storage Ring.

He shared it with everyone around him.

Then he held the wine pot high.

“After today, the name of our Heavenly Profound Holy Land shall surely resound throughout the Three Thousand Dao Domains!”

“Come! Everyone! Drink your fill!”

Some Cultivators who favored the Heavenly Profound Holy Land shouted in unison.

“Saint Lin Yi is mighty!”

“Peak Master Luo is mighty!”

“Holy Lord Zhou is mighty!”

Wave after wave of sound echoed, lingering above Imperial Fall Valley for a long time.

And those Cultivators who had just felt that the Heavenly Profound Holy Land was finished...

All shut their mouths now.

The expressions on their faces were extremely unsightly.

Some were feeling lingering fear, while others were feeling lucky.

Lucky that they had only spoken with their mouths just now and hadn't actually stood on the Wang family's side.

Someone in the crowd muttered in a low voice.

“In the future, if anyone dares to say the Heavenly Profound Holy Land is no good in front of me, I'll get angry with them on the spot!”

“Exactly! Six Quasi-Emperors lined up in a row—I'll never forget that scene for the rest of my life!”

“Tell me, what exactly is that kid Lin Yi's background?”

“His Revered Master protects him like a cub, and the Holy Lord backs him up...”

“With this kind of backing alone, looking across the Three Thousand Dao Domains, who can compare?”

“I advise you not to guess blindly, or you might lose your dog's life!”

In the twilight of Imperial Fall Valley.

The setting sun dyed the scarred ground golden.

Zhou Qing stood with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction where the Wang family had fled.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

“The Wang family won't be able to swallow this resentment,” Luo Qinghan said, holding her imperial sword with a chilling intent.

“If they can't swallow it, then we fight again!”

“If one comes, we kill one; if two come, we kill a pair!”

“Heavenly Profound Holy Land fears no one!”