400: Chapter 400 Nine Dragons Guarding the Tomb - One Strike to Slay a God

"Hahaha—Jiang Chen! Eternal exile, there is no return!" Luan Shen's wild laughter shook the heavens.

But before the laughter ceased, the sinister grin on his face suddenly froze—

In the distance, the void rippled slightly as Jiang Chen stepped out slowly. His robes were unruffled and his steps composed, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

"You are proficient in the Dao of the Void." Luan Shen's pupils shrank as he instantly realized.

Void Divine Arts controlled the origin of space; a mere exile was nothing more than child's play.

"It's your turn."

Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly as his hands flew through hand seals. Behind him, four sky-propping phantoms rose with a boom. The dragon's roar, tiger's howl, phoenix's cry, and tortoise's bellow shook the nine heavens!

"Four Saints Sky-Striking Seal!"

The Azure Dragon tore through the clouds, the White Tiger crushed the astral winds, the Vermilion Bird incinerated everything with its flames, and the Black Tortoise suppressed the earth—the dharma forms of the Four Great Sacred Beasts carried a majestic heavenly might as they bombarded the stone statue!

Facing such divine power that could split the heavens and earth, Luan Shen's expression darkened. Gritting his teeth, he frantically channeled the spiritual energy of the grand array into himself. In a flash, he roared toward the sky and unleashed the Luan Gu Sect's strongest secret technique—

"Emperor's Tomb Across the Sky!"

In an instant, black clouds pressed down and a sinister wind howled as a fierce and evil aura surged from his body. The void behind him split open with a boom, and a towering, massive tomb rose from the ground. Nine stone-carved dragons coiled around the tomb. Although they were only phantoms, they exuded an Imperial Dao pressure capable of crushing stars!

As the tomb descended, the dharma forms of the Four Saints crumbled inch by inch like paper, silently annihilating.

"Jiang Chen, this technique was created by the Founder after witnessing the Ancient Emperor's Tomb Guarded by Nine Dragons. Its power reaches the heavens and suppresses myriad worlds!" Luan Shen whispered with a sinister grin, "Don't worry, I won't kill you—I'll only imprison your Primordial Spirit in the array forever, refining you into a sect-guarding puppet to extend the Luan Gu Sect's life for ten thousand years!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen only shook his head slightly. "Luan Shen was indeed a man of talent to create this technique. Unfortunately, his foundation is shallow. He couldn't comprehend the true meaning of the Emperor's Tomb, only imitating its form without capturing its spirit."

"Since that's the case..."

He looked up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the grand vision of nine dragons coiling around an Emperor's Tomb suppressing the world. With a slight movement of his fingertips, all phenomena returned to their places—

The long-lost, truly complete technique of the Nine Dragons Guarding the Emperor's Tomb reappeared in the world.

In an instant, an ancient Emperor's Tomb appeared behind Jiang Chen with a boom. Nine furious dragons coiled around it in protection. Their roars shook the heavens, and the Imperial Qi was as deep as an abyss. A majestic pressure poured down, making people's spines go soft and their souls feel as if they were tearing apart. He stood atop the Emperor's Tomb, looking like a Creator Lord holding the mandate of heaven, with all things appearing as mere dust before him.

"Impossible! How can you perform the Founder's secret divine art? And even more proficiently and overbearingly than him? Today, I will tear off your mask!" The stone statue of Luan Shen screamed hoarsely, his voice incoherent and his eyes filled with collapsing terror.

Unwillingness and rage surged in his heart. He violently tore his arms apart, driving the massive tomb formed by the Luan Gu Grand Array to crash toward Jiang Chen with the momentum of a mountain collapse!

"Seeking your own death." Jiang Chen calmly uttered four words. The Nine Dragons Emperor's Tomb behind him suddenly burst with ten thousand golden rays, head-on colliding with the incoming Luan Gu Tomb!

Boom—!

A thunderous explosion that seemed to split the heavens and earth rang out, as if a star's core had ignited. A mushroom cloud of intertwined red and gold rose into the air, with rolling flames and shockwaves that sent mountains flying for a hundred miles.

As the dust settled, everyone was horrified to find the stone statue of Luan Shen standing frozen in place, his eyes gray and lifeless, all spirituality gone—along with the Luan Gu Grand Array he relied on, which had been crushed into fine powder, leaving not a trace.

The Nine Dragons Emperor's Tomb: one strike to slay a god, one strike to break the array!

As the array collapsed, the fighting spirit of the entire Luan Gu Sect vanished, their hearts filled with chilling terror.

Luan Xian's face turned ashen as he turned to flee, a divine rainbow erupting beneath his feet as he transformed into a streak of light piercing deep into the firmament.

"You wish to go to the Yellow Springs without my permission? I'll give you a send-off."

Jiang Chen's voice was as cold as iron. With a flick of his right finger, a pitch-black crack opened in the air. A divine light of destruction tore through the void and instantly pierced into Luan Xian's forehead!

"No—!"

Before Luan Xian's roar ended, his ten layers of protective barriers shattered like paper. The divine light passed through his skull, annihilating his Primordial Spirit on the spot, not even leaving a trace of a remnant thought.

Witnessing this, everyone in the Luan Gu Sect was as silent as cicadas in winter, no longer harboring any thought of resistance.

One disciple's legs went weak and he fell to his knees with a thud. As if inspired, others followed suit one after another, prostrating themselves in a dense, silent mass.

"From now on, Lord Jiang Chen is the supreme ruler of the Wushang Star Region! We of the Luan Gu Sect are willing to serve you as our lord, ready to sacrifice everything to atone for our sins!" An elder's voice trembled as his forehead pressed against the ground.

He had long heard that Jiang Chen was a peerless malevolent god with ruthless methods, but he had dismissed the rumors as exaggerations. Seeing him today, he realized the rumors didn't capture even a fraction of the truth.

"Since you have submitted sincerely, I will no longer pursue Luan Xian's transgressions. I only have one task for you—gather all the power of faith in the Wushang Star Region for me."

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his fingertips lifting slightly as a mysterious seal glowing with silver light drifted into everyone's palms. "This is the lost 'Faith Condensation Chapter' from the Luan Gu Divine Arts, which I bestow upon you now. Remember, serving me is a blessing you've earned over three lifetimes. If the task is done well, great rewards will surely follow."

He showed both kindness and authority, like thunder and rain. Bestowing the technique took only an instant, yet it moved the entire sect to tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord, for the technique! We will go through fire and water, and not hesitate even in the face of ten thousand deaths!"

"Bring the Star Gate. I must head to the Big Dipper Star Region where the Descendants of the Demon Race are entrenched immediately."

As soon as Jiang Chen spoke, several elders brought out a bronze Star Gate—this item was a rare spatial treasure. Once activated, it could connect star regions, but its refinement was extremely difficult and the materials required were staggering. It was always kept as a final trump card and rarely used.

Before long, Jiang Chen, accompanied by Wu Ming and Xiao Bai, stepped into the Star Gate. With a flash of light, their figures vanished.

At almost the same moment, the Demon Emperor had already received a secret report within the Demon Palace.

The news came from a mole hidden in the Luan Gu Sect—Jiang Chen's suppression of Luan Gu, the bloodbath of the sect, and his departure through the gate. Every word was like a knife piercing the Demon Emperor's heart.

His expression was grim as he immediately summoned the Five Great Yao Marshals to discuss a plan for life and death.

The Demon Emperor spoke in a deep voice, "Everyone, the powerful enemy Jiang Chen has already come through the Star Gate. The Big Dipper Star Region is in imminent danger. Do any of you have a good plan?"

The Tiger Demon General snorted, his fangs bared. "It's that fellow again! He ruined our tribe's great plans on the Azure Blue Star, and now he dares to barge directly into our demon race's heartland? Does he really think the Big Dipper is his back garden where he can come and go as he pleases? If he dares to come, I will tear his tendons and chew his bones, sending him to the netherworld forever!"

The Ox Demon General's eyes shone brightly with bloodthirsty greed. "The Demon Emperor is right! He is venturing into danger alone, which is exactly what I want. With the Five Great Yao Marshals joining forces to surround and kill him, even if a True Immortal descended, they would die on the spot! We will seize his Primordial Spirit, refine his Dao foundation, and the treasure map fragments of Donghuang Taiyi and those lost ancient scriptures on him will all belong to our demon race!"

The other three Yao Marshals nodded one after another, their fighting spirit boiling.

...

The Demon Emperor slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh—these boors were indeed each more thick-headed than the last.

In the Wushang Star Region, Jiang Chen had single-handedly flattened the Great Qin Divine Dynasty and intimidated the Luan Gu Sect with thunderous momentum, forcing them to bow and submit.

Since his appearance, he has never suffered a single defeat. What's even more terrifying is that his cultivation is only at the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm, yet he can already go head-to-head with a Taiyi Golden Immortal without being at a disadvantage. Do you all think that such a shocking and monstrous figure would venture alone into our demon race's heartland and walk into a trap without a foolproof plan and absolute certainty?

As his voice fell, the Five Great Yao Marshals fell silent together, their brows clouded with gloom.