135: Crush the eldest prince! The gods? They're nothing but breeding machines!

The imperial city was dead silent; one could hear a pin drop.

The wind kicked up the scent of blood from the ground, wafting into everyone's nostrils—the scent of a fallen Great Emperor.

The First Prince stood frozen in place, his hand still outstretched in a comical pose like a statue. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he stared intently at the faint remnant Soul between Su Xuanchen's fingertips.

That was the Supreme Great Emperor sent by the God Race.

Just moments ago, he had been stepping on his father's head, arrogantly pronouncing the fate of the Yongyao Imperial Court.

And now.

Like a common pest, he was being pinched in Su Xuanchen's hand, without even the strength to struggle.

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

The First Prince's lips trembled, a wheezing sound like a broken bellows coming from his throat.

"An illusion... it's all an illusion!"

"How could you possibly kill a Great Emperor?! How could you still be alive?!"

He stumbled back two steps and collapsed onto the ground, his hair disheveled and looking as if he had gone mad.

Su Xuanchen glanced at him, treating him like trash.

"Brother-in-law, it's time to wake up from your dream."

He applied a bit of pressure with his fingers, and the remnant Soul let out a piercing, miserable scream.

"Argh—!!"

"How dare you! I am an envoy of the Chaos God Clan! You dare harm me?!"

The remnant Soul had only one breath left, yet it still tried to act tough by bringing up its backing.

"Chaos God Clan?"

Su Xuanchen raised an eyebrow, a playful look appearing in his golden eyes.

"The one from the Chaos Great World?"

The remnant Soul froze for a moment, then became ecstatic.

"Since you know my clan's origins, why haven't you knelt and begged for mercy?!"

"My clan is born as Saints; we possess the most noble Bloodline in the myriad heavens and realms! The Chaos Physique of the Xuanhuang Great World is nothing more than a lowly branch left behind by my clan!"

"If you dare kill me, the Immortal King will surely descend and thoroughly refine this entire world of yours!"

Hearing this, the surrounding Cultivators were all horrified.

Born as Saints?

What kind of terrifying racial talent was that?!

No wonder this mysterious Great Emperor was so ridiculously strong; he wasn't a living being of this world at all!

However.

Su Xuanchen's smile widened, his gaze sharp like a hunter locking onto its prey.

"Born as Saints?"

He rubbed his chin, looking the remnant Soul up and down, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Then doesn't that mean... your entire clan is basically walking, top-grade Great Medicine?"

"If I catch a few females and bring them back specifically to give birth..."

Su Xuanchen's eyes lit up frighteningly; he had already discovered a new path to wealth and prosperity.

"Then wouldn't my Su Family be able to mass-produce Saints?!"

"You... you..."

The remnant Soul was stunned by this shocking statement.

Treating the noble Chaos God Clan as... breeding machines?!

Was this something a human could even say?!

"You beast! You dare humiliate the God Race!!"

The remnant Soul was so angry its Soul was practically smoking.

"Humiliate?"

Su Xuanchen sneered, the Chaos Qi at his fingertips surging.

"A bunch of parasites who rely on their Bloodline talent to act all high and mighty—you're worthy of being called a God Race?"

"Since you're here, don't even think about leaving."

"It just so happens my great cauldron is missing an Artifact Spirit. I think you're quite suitable."

"No—!!"

The remnant Soul screamed in terror.

"Don't kill me! I know the secrets of the God Race's descent! I know..."

"I'm not listening."

Su Xuanchen shook his head with a look of disdain.

"Villains die because they talk too much, don't you know?"

"Searching your Soul is much faster than listening to your nonsense."

"Buzz!"

A crack opened on his forehead, and a golden Primordial Spirit figure stepped out, charging directly into the remnant Soul's body.

Domineering Soul Search!

A moment later.

Su Xuanchen opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

"So you smuggled yourselves over from the 'Heavenly Vault' restricted area."

"Collecting faith? Spreading doctrine?"

"Heh, what small-minded ambitions."

He flipped his palm and took out a jade bottle covered in runes, stuffing the now-idiotic remnant Soul inside.

"This is a Great Emperor's Primordial Spirit; it can be used as material for an Emperor Weapon."

Only after finishing all this did Su Xuanchen slowly turn around to look at the First Prince, who had long since collapsed in terror.

"Brother-in-law."

Su Xuanchen squatted down and reached out to pat the First Prince's paper-white Face.

"Your backing is gone."

"Do you have any other trump cards? For example... turning out another Great Emperor?"

The First Prince's entire body shook violently, his teeth chattering.

He looked at the smiling man before him and saw only a devil that had crawled out of Hell.

"Su... Su Xuanchen..."

The First Prince suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, grabbing Su Xuanchen's leg as tears and snot flowed down his Face.

"Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law, spare my life!"

"I was forced into this! It was the God Race! They forced me to rebel!"

"For the sake of the Ninth Princess, spare my pathetic life! I'll be your dog from now on! A dog for the Su Family!"

To stay alive, he had completely abandoned his dignity as a prince.

Su Xuanchen didn't speak; he just turned to look not far away.

There, the Ninth Princess was supporting the heavily injured Yongyao Emperor Lord, walking over step by step.

She looked at the man kneeling and begging for mercy in such a pathetic display; there was no pity in her eyes, only endless disappointment and disgust.

"Jiuer..."

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, the First Prince scrambled toward the Ninth Princess.

"Jiuer, save me! I'm your big brother! I even held you when you were little..."

"Get lost!"

The Ninth Princess kicked him away, her voice as cold and hard as iron.

"The moment you invited the wolves into our home and colluded with outsiders to harm Father, you ceased to be my brother."

She turned her head to look at Su Xuanchen, her eyes slightly red but her expression resolute.

"Husband."

"I don't want to see him anymore."

Su Xuanchen nodded, stood up, and brushed off his robes.

"Alright."

"Since you don't want to see him, then let him disappear."

"No! Please, no!!"

The First Prince roared in terror, turning to tear through the Void Realm to escape.

"Freeze."

Su Xuanchen simply uttered a single word.

The First Prince's body froze in mid-air, the surrounding space solidifying like amber.

"In your next life, try being a good person."

"If there is a next life."

Su Xuanchen raised his hand and made a grasping motion toward the void.

"Bang—!"

There were no bloody scenes.

Under that terrifying spatial pressure, the First Prince's body, along with his Primordial Spirit, was directly annihilated into the smallest particles.

Scattering with the wind.

Completely vanishing from this world.

Inside and outside the imperial city, there was absolute silence.

Those Quasi-Emperors and Supremes who had originally followed the First Prince in rebellion all turned pale, their weapons clattering to the ground.

Even a Great Emperor had been crushed to death.

Even the First Prince had been wiped out.

What was the point of small fry like them resisting?!

"Thud! Thud!"

Rows upon rows of rebel soldiers knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the earth as they trembled.

"Head of the Su Family, spare us!"

"We are willing to surrender! We are willing to accept a Divine Soul Mark!"

Su Xuanchen swept his gaze over these fence-sitters, his expression indifferent.

"Too much killing intent harms the harmony of heaven."

He shook his head, and just as everyone thought they had escaped death, he spoke again.

"However, while the death penalty is waived, punishment is unavoidable."

"Everyone at the Supreme Realm and above, open your Sea of Consciousness and have a mark planted."

"As for the rest, their cultivation will be crippled, and they will be exiled to the frontiers to mine for ten thousand years."

"Any objections?"

"No objections! Thank you, Head of the Su Family, for your mercy!!"

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a grand amnesty, kowtowing repeatedly.

Being alive was a blessing; even being a slave was better than turning into ash!

After dealing with the small fry.

Su Xuanchen walked over to the Yongyao Emperor Lord.

This once-mighty ruler was now at his last gasp, the bloody hole in his chest shocking to behold, his Emperor Blood nearly exhausted.

"Father..."

The Ninth Princess's tears fell like rain, and she was at a loss for what to do.

"Don't cry."

Su Xuanchen pressed his hand against the Yongyao Emperor Lord's chest.

"Buzz!"

A drop of golden liquid radiating dense life essence fell from his fingertip.

That was the Immortal Emperor Liquid he had specifically refined earlier when he processed Great Emperor Tian Peng.

The liquid entered the body.

The Yongyao Emperor Lord's originally withered vitality surged like a dead tree coming back to life in spring.

The bloody hole in his chest healed rapidly, and his pale Face regained its color.

A moment later.

The Yongyao Emperor Lord took a breath and opened his eyes.

The majesty belonging to an emperor returned once more.

But as he looked at Su Xuanchen, his gaze was extremely complex.

There was gratitude, shock, and... a hint of loneliness.

His era had come to an end.

"Xuanchen..."

The Yongyao Emperor Lord gave a bitter smile and stood up with the Ninth Princess's support.

"I... owe you my life."

"We're family; there's no need for such formalities."

Su Xuanchen smiled, his tone casual.

"You are Jiuer's father, which makes you my father as well. Saving you was only right."

That one word, "father," made the Yongyao Emperor Lord's eyes warm, and any lingering reservations vanished.

This son-in-law was someone he could get along with!

"However..."

Su Xuanchen then glanced at the ruined imperial city around them.

"How do you plan to clean up this mess?"

The Yongyao Emperor Lord was silent for a moment.

He turned around and looked at the lands he had ruled for tens of thousands of years, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

"I am old."

"I couldn't even discipline my own son properly, nearly causing a catastrophe."

He took off the imperial crown from his head and placed it in the Ninth Princess's hands.

"Jiuer."

"From this day forward, you are the new ruler of the Yongyao Divine Domain."

"This throne... I pass it to you."

"Father?!"

The Ninth Princess was pale with shock, her hands holding the crown trembling.

"I can't! I..."

"You can."

The Yongyao Emperor Lord interrupted her and looked at Su Xuanchen with a meaningful gaze.

"Because behind you stands the strongest man in this world."

"With him around, no one in the myriad heavens and realms will dare touch you."

The Ninth Princess was stunned.

She turned to look at Su Xuanchen.

Su Xuanchen shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

"If you want to be the ruler, then be it."

"Being an Empress sounds like fun."

"In the future, when I'm out bragging, I can say my wife is an Empress. It'll give me so much Face."

The Ninth Princess laughed through her tears and gave him a sharp glare.

"You're never serious!"

But her grip on the imperial crown tightened.

She took a breath, her gaze gradually becoming firm.

"Alright."

"I accept this throne!"

She placed the imperial crown on her head.

"Boom—!"

A pillar of golden Imperial Dragon Qi soared into the sky, merging with the Golden Dragon of Destiny of the Yongyao Divine Domain.

She was no longer just a princess who only knew how to cry.

She was an Empress of a generation!

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress!!"

Inside and outside the imperial city, hundreds of millions of subjects knelt in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

"Greetings, Imperial Ancestor!!"

This shout was for Su Xuanchen.

The voice was even louder and more devout than the one for the Empress.

Su Xuanchen stood beside the Ninth Princess, accepting it calmly.

He looked at the scene of ten thousand people worshiping, but his heart felt little emotion.

Because his vision had already moved past this Divine Domain, looking toward a much further place.

"God Race... Chaos Holy Land..."

Su Xuanchen narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing within them.

"Since a grudge has already been formed."

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

"It's only polite to return the favor."

"This Chaos Holy Land..."

"I've set my sights on it."

"It just so happens the Su Family's population has been exploding lately, and our original courtyard is getting a bit cramped."

"Taking a Holy Land to use as a new home..."

"It should be just barely enough space, right?"