419: Chapter 419 The Eastern Emperor Escapes - Blood Fiend Appears

Senior Jiang Chen is clearly only at the half-step Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation level, so how could he radiate that kind of vast, ethereal aura—one that looks down upon all living beings and plays amidst the mortal world—that only a Daluo Golden Immortal possesses?

This simply smashed everything they had learned and believed in throughout their entire lives into pieces!

Even Mie Qing lost his composure and roared hoarsely, "Impossible! How could a half-step Taiyi possibly wield the power of a Daluo!"

"The world is vast, yet your vision is that of a frog at the bottom of a well."

Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly. His voice was soft and slow, yet every word was like a blade, slicing away all of the opponent's arrogance.

Mie Qing's face twitched, his teeth ground to the point of breaking, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins: "Jiang Chen—I will return this humiliation tenfold today! Die!"

In his extreme rage, he brazenly triggered a forbidden technique!

"Nine Slashes of the Demon King!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Nine eerie blood axes tore through the air. The axe blades flickered with demonic flames, the baleful aura solidified, and the killing intent was so thick it seemed to drip blood.

They seemed to have crawled out from the deepest part of hell; each one was soaked in the world-destroying will of an ancient Demon King. When they split the air, even the light was shredded into fragments.

Ordinary cultivators, if faced with any one of these axes, would likely have their souls frozen and shattered on the spot; with all nine axes unleashed together, it could be called a guaranteed kill, from which no one could survive!

But Jiang Chen happened to be that anomaly capable of turning rotten wood into divine fire and forging scrap iron into immortal weapons.

The Daluo power within him surged, and his figure transformed—he grew three heads and six arms, majestic as an ancient god descending upon the world. His six palms each grasped a spiritual weapon, sweeping out like a tornado, while his three mouths simultaneously spewed three streams of Glazed Pure Fire that incinerated all falsehoods!

Boom—!!!

The demonic axes and the divine fire collided fiercely. The world lost its voice, the palace shook violently, and a monstrously large crimson mushroom cloud rose with a roar, billowing smoke that blotted out the sun.

As the smoke and dust slowly settled, everyone, still catching their breath, looked up—

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his robes unwrinkled and his hair undisturbed. Three zhang away at his feet, Mie Qing lay collapsed on the ground, drenched in blood, his ribs piercing through his flesh, his breathing intermittent and wheezing like a broken bellows.

The outcome had long since been written in blood.

The Old Taoist and the others were so overjoyed they wanted to weep; their old lives had been firmly grasped back into their own hands!

"east emperor bell—kill Jiang Chen!!"

Mie Qing roared with his last ounce of strength.

Before his voice had even faded, the east emperor bell indeed hummed and trembled, its divine light surging. The Old Taoist and the others immediately turned ashen—if this treasure attacked, even Jiang Chen might find it hard to block!

But the next instant, everyone's jaws hit the floor:

That legendary east emperor bell, which had exerted pressure through the ages, not only didn't attack Jiang Chen, but instead shuddered violently, flashed with golden light, and actually tore through the void, fleeing without a trace...

It looked just like it had seen its nemesis, not daring to stay even for a single breath!

Just what kind of person was this Senior Jiang Chen?

The Old Taoist and the others looked at each other, their expressions filled with shock and suspicion.

The east emperor bell fleeing in a panic, solely because it feared Jiang Chen—this was equivalent to announcing Mie Qing's complete defeat, with no chance of a comeback.

The restriction leading to the fifth-level palace then burst open with a roar.

The Old Taoist and the others hurried forward and bowed in salute: "Senior Jiang Chen, thank you for saving us!"

"A trivial matter. If you truly wish to repay me, just gather the power of faith for me."

Jiang Chen's tone was indifferent, yet he laid out the plan he had been plotting for a long time.

Everyone gladly agreed, but they also frankly proposed a condition: "This is merely a small favor. We only ask that Senior Jiang Chen be willing to take us along into the dangerous territory, and join forces to thwart the Ferocious Beast Clan's plot to resurrect the ten great ferocious beasts—at that time, you will be the unparalleled hero who saved the Nine Domains from destruction, and gathering incense and condensing the power of faith for you will naturally be our duty."

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and said: "I can take you with me, but the road ahead is fraught with murderous intent, and I have no time to protect your safety."

"Rest assured, Senior!" The Old Taoist cupped his hands and said solemnly, "Although we have been sealed by the east emperor bell and our cultivation has not yet recovered, we are at least at the early stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. We have more than enough to protect ourselves, and we will absolutely not drag you down in the slightest, nor would we dare to disturb your mind or disrupt your battle."

Jiang Chen's gaze narrowed slightly: "Now that your vitality has not yet recovered, if you insist on following me deep into the dangerous territory to fight, I will not be able to look after you, and you could fall at any time—are you truly not afraid?"

"We have long since disregarded life and death." The Old Taoist's voice was like metal and stone. "This journey was a nine-deaths-in-one-life situation to begin with; we came to stop the Ferocious Beast Clan's defiance of the heavens, so we have long since cut off our retreat and prepared our coffins."

A trace of approval flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes: "With such resolve, I will agree."

Everyone immediately bowed and expressed their gratitude.

Immediately after, Jiang Chen and the Old Taoist and the others stepped into the passage, stepping in one stride into the fifth-level palace.

In the center of the great hall, a burly figure stood imposingly, and murderous intent surged in like a tide.

"So many came to deliver their own deaths?" The man had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with ferocity surging between his brows. On his crimson face, a centipede-like scar, twisted as if it were a living creature, ran across his left cheek, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Senior Jiang Chen, this person is the Ferocious Beast Clan's Beast King's personal guard captain—Xue Sha!" The Old Taoist lowered his voice, his expression grave. "He once single-handedly leveled a ten-thousand-year-old ancient sect just because that sect angered the Beast King. It is rumored that he inherited the secret teachings of the Abyss Blood Demon General, and his methods are treacherous and ruthless. You must absolutely not underestimate him!"

Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly, and he stood with his hands behind his back: "A mere Xue Sha, even if he obtained the true teachings of the Blood Demon King, is nothing but a clown. Defeat is destined."

Xue Sha's gaze turned icy, locking onto Jiang Chen: "You wet-behind-the-ears brat, are you the leader of this group of ants?"

"Having heard the name of Xue Sha, you still dare to insult me to my face; have you lived long enough?"

"Mie Qing is nothing, and you aren't even fit to carry his shoes." Jiang Chen's words were like blades. "He has already been cut down by my own hands; what right do you have to bare your fangs at me?"

"Mie Qing guarded the fourth level, and I guard the fifth—the Beast King trusts me more than he trusts him!" Veins bulged on Xue Sha's forehead, his voice like muffled thunder. "Just because you stepped on him to rise, do you really think you can show off in front of me?"

"Wrong." Jiang Chen smiled coldly. "Before Mie Qing died, he had already glimpsed the threshold of Daluo. Even if it was only a wisp of aura, it was far beyond what you could look up to. If he still broke his halberd in my hands, you—do not even have the qualifications to be my opponent."

"If you don't want to die, kneel down now, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, this battle is merely a waste of effort."

He had always disdained crushing the weak; he only sought opponents truly worth fighting.

Xue Sha's face turned livid, his chest heaving violently—as the Ferocious Beast Clan's terrifying God of Slaughter, he had actually been treated with such contempt!

"Brat, you have humiliated me time and time again; do you really take me, Xue Sha, for something made of clay?"

"No matter how strong Mie Qing was, he has already been defeated by you. Today, your enemy is me!"

"I will let you see with your own eyes just how ridiculously wrong your arrogance is!"

"Oh? You really aren't afraid of death." Jiang Chen's gaze turned cold. "Mie Qing died under my palm, so what kind of waves can you stir up? Kneel now, and there is still a way to live; if you continue to be obsessed and unrepentant, don't blame me for not leaving any room for mercy."

"You rascal! You are insanely arrogant!"

Xue Sha's roar shook the hall, his figure erupting as he pounced toward Jiang Chen like a collapsing mountain or a splitting cliff—

A giant shadow pressed down from above, as if a primordial ferocious beast were tearing apart the firmament. A foul wind hit his face, and the killing intent was monstrous.

"You have backbone, and you have arrogance. That much is worth a word of respect."

Since you insist on setting yourself against me, it's a pity, but I have no choice but to send you on your way.

Jiang Chen's voice was cold, his gaze like a blade as he stepped up to meet Xue Sha's killing momentum. Divine light surged around him, blazing like the sun, as if an Immortal Emperor had descended from the nine heavens. With every movement of his hands and feet, the mountains and rivers lost their color, and the heavens and earth shook.

Rumble—!

Two violent forces collided brazenly, and the world trembled because of it.

Xue Sha let out a low roar and unleashed his trump card technique—the Blood God Fist.

Behind him, blood mist churned, and a scarlet giant shadow that stood between heaven and earth suddenly appeared, its fangs ghastly, its demonic energy soaring to the heavens, continuously pouring ferocious power into his body.

As this punch was thrown, the blood light tore through the long sky. The fist intent was sinister and ruthless, as if it could pierce through the boundaries of life and death and shatter the eternal firmament. Its momentum was monstrous, enough to make one's liver and gallbladder split in terror.