332: Chapter 332 Even a Quasi-Emperor Can Still Be Destroyed

The pitch-black miniature black hole flew out from Xu Chen's palm, expanding rapidly as it met the wind.

In the blink of an eye, that black hole transformed into a terrifying abyss capable of swallowing mountains. There was not a single ray of light inside the abyss, only an extreme suction force that could even crush Laws.

"Whoosh!"

The King of the Foreign Domain's fragmented Soul-Slaying Bone Blade, burning with the last of his Divine Soul, plunged headlong into the black hole with a tragic Aura.

The crimson blade glow, powerful enough to split a river of lava, was like a clay ox entering the sea the moment it entered the black hole, failing to stir up even the slightest ripple.

Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art: devours all things and assimilates all Daos.

"No! My bone blade!"

The King of the Foreign Domain's eyes widened, and he let out a scream of terror.

He felt the extremely weak Soul connection between himself and the Soul-Slaying Bone Blade being forcibly erased by an irresistible force. That was the foundation passed down for a hundred thousand years in his Foreign Domain Royal Court, the only weapon he could rely on now!

But he no longer had the chance to feel distressed over his weapon.

Because after devouring the bone blade, that pitch-black abyss continued its momentum unabated, directly enveloping the King of the Foreign Domain in mid-air with a suffocating pressure.

"Ahhh!"

The King of the Foreign Domain desperately circulated the remaining Quasi-Emperor Origin within his body, attempting to break free from the black hole's constraints. His black-gold imperial robe instantly turned to dust under the violent suction, revealing his withered and gaunt body beneath.

"Just what kind of evil technique is this!"

He roared in despair. Even in a place like the Foreign Domain that favored evil Cultivation Techniques, he had never seen such a domineering and unreasonable devouring art.

Xu Chen stood in the Void Realm with his hands behind his back, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Don't you like sucking blood? Today, This Young Master will let you taste what it's like to be sucked dry."

Xu Chen snorted coldly, not satisfied with simple devouring.

Inside his body, the purple vital blood belonging to the Hongmeng Creation Origin Body erupted with a bang.

Purple Qi comes from the east for thirty thousand miles!

The entire dark-red sky of the Foreign Domain was instantly covered by a layer of purple Qi. This purple Qi contained the vitality of the beginning of all things, but when facing an enemy, it transformed into the coldest destruction.

Xu Chen once again pressed his fingers together like a sword with his right hand.

"Grass Character Sword Art, Second Form."

Buzz!

A phantom of a Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, more solid and with a purer Sword Intent than before, slowly emerged amidst the swirling purple Qi. On each leaf, a terrifying sword light capable of severing the long river of time flowed.

Xu Chen's gaze sharpened, and he violently swung his right hand, fingers pressed like a sword, downward.

"Slay!"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass transformed into a purple-gold bolt of lightning, charging directly into the pitch-black Heaven Swallowing black hole.

Inside the black hole.

The King of the Foreign Domain was struggling to resist the suction that threatened to tear him apart. Suddenly, he felt a scalp-numbing death crisis descend from above.

He looked up, and what met his eyes was a brilliant purple-gold sword light.

This sword light had no fancy variations, only the purest extreme destructive power. Carrying a pressure that transcended the Laws of this world, it directly locked onto his already crack-riddled Quasi-Emperor Origin.

"No—I am not resigned!"

The King of the Foreign Domain let out the final shrill roar of his life.

"Puchi!"

The purple-gold sword light cleaved down from the top of his head without any hindrance, directly splitting his body, Divine Soul, and the stolen Quasi-Emperor Origin within him in two!

Boom!

The King of the Foreign Domain's body exploded violently inside the black hole, turning into a cluster of extremely dense blood-colored essence.

Xu Chen stood outside the black hole, his hands quickly forming seals.

Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, fully operational!

That massive essence produced by the explosion of a Quasi-Emperor, along with the artifact spirit fragments of that fragmented imperial weapon, was swallowed completely by the black hole. Then, after some extremely profound transformation, it was continuously fed back into Xu Chen's body through the void.

"Hiss—"

Xu Chen took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling the overwhelming power surging into his body.

Although this Old thing barely maintained the Early Stage of Quasi-Emperor by sucking blood, he was still an expert who had touched that threshold. The Law fragments and Origin power remaining in his body were simply a gluttonous feast for Xu Chen, who was stuck at the Late Stage of Saint King.

His rock-solid cultivation barrier began to show a hint of loosening under the impact of this massive power.

Xu Chen slowly opened his eyes and waved his hand to disperse the purple Qi and the black hole in the sky.

The battle ended.

A generation's King of the Foreign Domain didn't even leave a complete corpse behind, his form and spirit utterly destroyed.

Xu Chen descended from mid-air and landed steadily on the ruins of the blood-colored altar that had already been leveled to the ground.

His moon-white brocade robe was still spotless, without even a single wrinkle, as if he hadn't just slain a Quasi-Emperor, but a negligible ant.

"Young Lord is invincible!"

On the warship, the Grand Elder was so excited that old tears streamed down his face. He was the first to drop to one knee and shout aloud.

"Young Lord is invincible!"

Ten thousand Pojun Imperial Guards shouted in unison, the sound waves shattering the remaining black miasma in the sky, announcing the final victory of this cross-realm expedition.

On the city walls.

Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue had already put away their long swords.

Nangong Waner looked at the man standing in the center of the ruins, his back as magnificent as a god or demon, her eyes filled with obsession and pride.

"Sister Qingxue, did you see? This is our man."

Lin Qingxue didn't speak.

Looking at Xu Chen's clean and efficient killing methods, an indescribable sense of security welled up in her heart. In this dog-eat-dog cultivation world, how fortunate it was to be protected by such a protective and powerful man.

And within the warship's defensive light shield.

Helian Yue slumped on the deck, panting heavily.

She had personally witnessed her arrogant father being directly blown apart by Xu Chen in an almost brutal manner.

"He... he really killed Father..."

Helian Yue murmured to herself, complex light flashing in her long, narrow fox eyes. There was the pleasure of revenge, the daze at the end of an old era, but more than anything, an extreme, fanatical submission to Xu Chen.

Xu Chen stood in the ruins, his Divine Thought sweeping over the surroundings.

The Foreign Domain armies that were originally stationed around the Royal Court had long been scared out of their wits after witnessing the tragic death of the King of the Foreign Domain, fleeing in all directions while discarding their armor.

He didn't order a pursuit of those routed troops. As long as he controlled the core of the Royal Court, those scattered soldiers wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

Xu Chen turned around, his gaze passing over the broken city walls and landing on the most magnificent black palace in the deepest part of the Royal Court.

That was the highest symbol of power in the Foreign Domain—the Throne Hall.

"Let's go."

Xu Chen's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached Helian Yue's ears on the warship.

"Lead the way; let's go see your new master's spoils of war."

Hearing Xu Chen's words, Helian Yue's whole body trembled.

She quickly scrambled up from the deck, tidying the tight leather armor that outlined her hot curves, the fanaticism in the depths of her eyes well-hidden under her obedience.

"Yes, Master."

Helian Yue did not fly through the air but instead walked respectfully to the edge of the warship. Under the awe-filled and complex gazes of the Xu Family soldiers, she leaped lightly off the ship and landed by Xu Chen's side.

"Master, the Restrictions in the Royal Palace have automatically deactivated with that Old thing's death. The entrance to the Treasury is right beneath the throne."