82: Chapter 82 The Six Emperors Destroyed, Ancestral Land in Peril! (1)

With that said.

Qin Xiaogan's aura condensed, like a volcano about to erupt, and he charged fiercely toward The Six Emperors.

His speed was as fast as lightning, whipping up a gale as he instantly closed the distance with The Six Emperors.

Seeing this, The Six Emperors dared not be careless and quickly set up their formation.

Emperor Zuo waved his hands, and a blinding white light surged out, striking directly at Qin Xiaogan's face.

Qin Xiaogan dodged to the side, and the white light grazed his cheek, causing his skin to feel a stinging pain.

At the same time, Emperor Bing pressed his palms together, and an ice-blue light instantly condensed into countless sharp icicles, shooting toward Qin Xiaogan from all directions.

Qin Xiaogan's footwork shifted, weaving through the icicles like a phantom; his hem was torn by the icicles, but his movements did not falter in the slightest.

Qin Xiaogan sneered, throwing both fists out at once, and a powerful force transformed into an invisible shockwave that blasted toward The Six Emperors.

The emperor in the middle crossed his hands, a golden shield appeared before him, and he took the blow head-on.

However, the shield cracked instantly, and that emperor's face turned pale as he retreated a few steps.

The other emperors seized the opportunity to launch their attacks, some summoning lightning, others controlling violent winds.

For a moment, various elemental powers intertwined, forming a gorgeous yet dangerous scene.

Seeing this breathtaking scene, a strange light flashed in Qin Xiaogan's eyes.

Suddenly, he slowly lowered his hands to his waist, his entire posture appearing incredibly relaxed; the appearance was clearly one of giving up resistance.

"Boom!"

A loud noise rang out, and the powerful energy impact caused the surrounding space to distort briefly.

【Congratulations to the Host, 1401st death completed】

【Attribute Points + 100】

The Six Emperors thought victory was in their grasp and wore triumphant smiles.

Emperor Zuo even shrugged indifferently, saying with a hint of contempt and helplessness.

"Emperor Jiang is truly old, becoming increasingly timid and cautious."

"Just this mere Demon Emperor, and it actually required all six of us to take action."

Beside him, Emperor Bing frowned deeply and reprimanded him sternly.

"Emperor Zuo! Emperor Jiang is merely ensuring there are no slip-ups and acting prudently; you must not talk nonsense here."

"Besides... I heard that the Demon Emperor has a method to return from the dead; we cannot be careless."

Emperor Bing's expression was exceptionally grave, his gaze fixed tightly on the spot where Qin Xiaogan had died.

Seeing this, Emperor Zuo curled his lips and muttered indifferently.

"Even if he comes back to life, it just means he'll be killed again."

Upon hearing this, just as Emperor Bing was about to say something.

A black shadow suddenly appeared before them like a ghost, and a powerful aura instantly pressed down upon them.

Qin Xiaogan's cold voice rang out.

"Five more times."

Qin Xiaogan was seen radiating a dense aura of darkness, his eyes flickering with an eerie light that sent shivers down one's spine.

The Six Emperors were all shocked, not expecting that Qin Xiaogan had truly returned from the dead.

Emperor Zuo's expression turned somewhat ugly: "Hmph, playing god and acting like a ghost!"

Qin Xiaogan sneered, his figure flashed, and he instantly attacked Emperor Zuo.

Emperor Zuo fought back in a rush but was forced back a few steps by Qin Xiaogan's powerful force.

"Attack together!" Emperor Bing shouted, and the other four emperors also unleashed their strongest techniques, swarming Qin Xiaogan.

【Frozen Miles】

【White Decree】

【Spirit Ghost】

【Holy Falling Spike】

...

For a time, the sky was once again filled with various powerful forces.

【Congratulations to the Host, 1402nd death completed】

【Congratulations to the Host, 1403rd death completed】

...

【Congratulations to the Host, 1405th death completed】

【Attribute Points + 400】

After a while.

The emperors looked at what was left of Qin Xiaogan—not even dregs remained—and the hearts that had been hanging in their throats finally settled down slowly.

Only Emperor Bing remained grave, his brows locked tight, as if a great mountain were pressing down on his heart.

He felt something was very wrong.

This Demon Emperor gave him the feeling that he was seeking death.

Upon thinking of this.

Emperor Bing's expression suddenly changed.

"Oh no, I fear this guy is using us to achieve some goal!"

Upon hearing this, the emperors froze, their originally relaxed expressions instantly solidifying.

But Emperor Zuo chuckled, the laughter filled with disdain and mockery.

"Emperor Bing, the Demon Emperor has already been blasted into soul-scattering nothingness; I fear his goals can only be achieved in the underworld."

Once these words were spoken.

The other emperors laughed as well, their laughter echoing in this vast empty space.

One of the middle-aged emperors said sternly.

"The Demon Emperor is dead, so it is time to deal with that tumor, the Four Kings Pavilion."

However, just then, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from the sky.

A haze reeking of death began to roll in from the depths of the firmament with an overwhelming momentum, rapidly shrouding the entire Linan City.

Emperor Bing secretly cried out that it was bad.

The smiles on the emperors' faces instantly stiffened, and they hurriedly looked toward the sky.

They saw streams of gray air in the sky gathering and intertwining at a staggering speed, gradually forming a human silhouette.

Soon, Qin Xiaogan was hovering in the air, completely unharmed.

Qin Xiaogan cast his gaze toward the emperors and smiled faintly.

"I ask the emperors to meet their deaths..."

As this cold voice slowly fell.

The surrounding aura of death began to contract sharply, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, slowly forming a terrifying, hair-raising imperial crown above Qin Xiaogan's head.

【Resentment of the Dead】

A mournful scream that seemed to come from the abyss of endless hell suddenly resounded through the clouds, like a violent hurricane, instantly spreading to every corner of Linan City.

Accompanying it was a wave of desperate aura, slowly radiating from Qin Xiaogan's body like a surging tide.

"This is... this... this..."

The emperors finally showed expressions of terror, their eyes wide open, their pupils filled with fear and disbelief.

They trembled their lips but could not utter a complete sentence.

One of the emperors' legs went weak, almost collapsing to the ground, as he mumbled to himself: "How is this possible? How is this possible?!"

Emperor Bing was ashen-faced: "Emperor rank... why is there still someone who can reach the Emperor rank?"

Other emperors tried to turn and flee, only to find their legs as heavy as if filled with lead, unable to move even an inch.

If one were to say whose expression was the most colorful, it would undoubtedly be Emperor Zuo's.

That rich and varied expression was like a palette that had been overturned.

The paleness of fear, the confusion of bewilderment, the flushed red of anger—all mixed together in chaos.

Finally, all these emotions, after a fierce collision and fusion.

Actually coalesced into two unexpected words.

"Holy f*ck?!"