185: Chapter 184 A bell tolls, and three people perish.

Although a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, Tian Hong's iron rod did not pause in the slightest, continuing to smash down toward the top of Xia Jin's head.

Yet, in the next second, he seemed to notice something was amiss.

Suddenly, the Void Realm above Xia Jin's head began to distort.

A speck of light flew out from Xia Jin's Sea of Consciousness, and then a phantom image slowly emerged.

It was a bell.

A massive bronze bell.

The bell was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, mountains and rivers, flora, and fauna.

Although the patterns looked extremely intricate, they gave one a feeling of natural perfection.

However...

This bell was a bit strange.

Except for a palm-sized piece at the top that seemed to be solid, the rest of it was merely a phantom.

Yet, the moment this incomplete bell appeared, the entire world seemed to fall silent.

The wind stopped, and the clouds ceased moving.

Tian Hong's motion of swinging the iron rod also stopped.

It was not that he wanted to stop, but rather his body felt as if it had been imprisoned by an invisible force of rules.

Sun Sheng's figure also appeared from the Void Realm; his arms, which resembled a mantis's blades, stopped in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.

Even the Devilish Qi surging underground stopped dead in its tracks at this moment.

Xia Jin raised his head, looking at the incomplete bronze bell above him, his eyes filled with pleasant surprise.

He knew this trump card of his would be powerful, but he had never had the opportunity to use it.

This was, after all, the supreme treasure from his past life in the Huaxia mythological world—the donghuang bell.

Even though he now only possessed such a small fragment, and although this bell was far from its complete form, dealing with these three people before him...

…was more than enough.

Xia Jin raised his hand and gently tapped the body of the bell in front of him.

"Clang!"

A melodious toll of the bell rang out across this world.

The bell toll was not loud; one could even say it was very soft, yet it made one feel an incomparably heavy pressure.

Yet, the moment this soft toll rang out, a visible ripple spread out from the body of the bell.

Centered on Xia Jin, it slowly spread in all directions. It was not fast, but it gave one a feeling of being unable to dodge or resist.

The first to be swept by the ripple was Tian Hong, who was charging at the very front.

The ripple brushed past him as if he were being brushed by a gentle breeze.

But Tian Hong's body seemed to be stimulated by something, and he shuddered violently.

The golden fur all over his body faded at a visible speed, and his body, which had originally expanded, rapidly shrank like a deflated ball, returning to its original form in the blink of an eye.

"What is going on? How did my body change back..."

Tian Hong opened his mouth, his eyes filled with confusion.

Very quickly, as his consciousness gradually dissipated, his body lost all its strength.

"Bang!"

With a loud, heavy thud, Tian Hong's figure smashed heavily onto the ground from the air.

He lay there, his eyes wide open, but there was no longer any sign of life.

He was dead.

Not just his Physical Body, but his Divine Soul had been annihilated.

And that ripple, without pausing in the slightest, continued to spread outward.

Sun Sheng watched helplessly as the ripple surged toward him, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared in his pupils.

He wanted to flee.

But his body was tightly imprisoned by that invisible force; even by mobilizing all his strength, he was completely unable to move.

Fear? Regret? In an instant, many emotions flashed in his eyes.

In the end, only despair remained!

He watched helplessly as the ripple approached, inch by inch, touching his body.

The moment the ripple swept over him.

Sun Sheng's body froze.

He looked down at his hands; they had returned to their original state, no longer the mantis-like blades, but ordinary human arms.

Immediately after, just like Tian Hong, his eyes gradually lost their focus.

His body fell from the air, finally landing not far from Tian Hong.

In the span of two breaths.

Two Creation Realm experts had fallen at the hands of Xia Jin almost simultaneously.

Deep underground, Song Tiansheng, who was rushing toward Xia Jin, was suddenly startled.

"Second Brother, Third Brother..."

The moment Tian Hong and Sun Sheng's auras disappeared almost at the same time, Song Tiansheng did not hesitate at all.

He forcefully halted his forward momentum.

Deep underground, he backhanded his blade, using the force to retreat violently!

On the pitch-black short blade in his hand, the black blade body rapidly faded, revealing the snow-white blade edge once again.

And the skull pattern on the back of his hand seemed to come alive at this moment, madly gushing out a large amount of Devilish Qi!

The density of that Devilish Qi was unprecedented!

The black mist surged out like a tide, wrapping around Song Tiansheng layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge black cocoon.

The cocoon burst out from underground, cutting through the air, and fled rapidly into the distance!

All this happened in an instant.

From Tian Hong's fall to Sun Sheng's fall, and then to Song Tiansheng condensing the devilish cocoon to flee, it took no more than three breaths.

However, the ripple was still spreading.

It was not fast.

One could even say it was very slow, rippling out slowly, circle by circle.

But the range it covered was too vast.

Song Tiansheng's speed had reached the extreme; the devilish cocoon turned into a streak of black light, covering tens of miles in the blink of an eye.

Yet the ripple still caught up, unhurriedly.

The moment the ripple touched the devilish cocoon.

"Sizzle."

A soft sound.

The cocoon, condensed from dense Devilish Qi, seemed to have met its natural nemesis and instantly began to burn!

For the first time, genuine terror appeared in Song Tiansheng's eyes.

He had not experienced this feeling of being so close to death for a long time.

At least not since entering the Divine Palace had he experienced this feeling of death.

"No! I cannot die yet! I have not yet been promoted to a Heaven-Class Disciple, how can I fall here?"

Song Tiansheng gritted his teeth; the sudden pain allowed his brain to become calm again.

Now the only thing he could do was desperately urge the Devilish Qi within his body to maintain the form of the cocoon, so as to resist the erosion of the ripple.

But it was all in vain.

The ripple seemed to be the nemesis of all evil in the world.

Wherever it passed, the Devilish Qi melted rapidly like snow under the sun.

"Bastard!!"

Song Tiansheng let out a shrill roar.

But this roar lasted only for an instant.

Because the ripple had already touched his body.

Without any surprises, his pupils slowly dilated, and he gradually lost consciousness.

Thus, all three had fallen at the hands of Xia Jin.

From Xia Jin's strike to the fall of the three, it had been no more than five breaths.

The incomplete bronze bell remained suspended above Xia Jin's head.

Xia Jin withdrew his hand and looked up at the donghuang bell above his head.

A trace of undisguisable shock flashed in his eyes.

"Too strong! This is simply excessively strong! This is not even the complete form of the donghuang bell, yet it so easily annihilated the Divine Souls of three Creation Realm experts, without even giving them a chance to resist."

"Then, if in the future I gather all the fragments and let the donghuang bell reappear in its complete form... what kind of power would that be?"

Xia Jin took a deep breath, waved his hand, and the bronze bell turned into a streak of light, entering his glabella and returning to his Sea of Consciousness.

In the distance, Jian Wuhen and Venerable Miaodi were still rushing forward when they noticed that the auras of Tian Hong and the other two had suddenly disappeared; they could not help but stop in their tracks and look back toward this side.

"Venerable, did you feel that? The auras of those three bastards... seem to have disappeared!?"

Jian Wuhen glanced at Venerable Miaodi beside him, his eyes filled with disbelief.