191: Chapter 191 Imperial Majesty Subdues Golden Immortals, Come, Kneel Before Me!

At this moment, he no longer possessed even a shred of the dignity and composure of a Golden Immortal expert.

His blood-colored long robes were tattered, his withered body was covered in cracks, and a trace of pitch-black demonic blood hung from the corner of his mouth. Those eyes, which resembled blood-colored whirlpools, were filled with horror and disbelief.

With the formation broken, he had also suffered a violent backlash.

Although not to the point of being heavily injured, that tyrannical and overbearing power caused the Golden Immortal Laws within his body to stagnate for an instant. His Qi and blood churned, leaving him in an extremely pathetic state!

He abruptly raised his head, staring fixedly at the white-clothed youth who still stood in his original spot, not even a corner of his clothes ruffled.

“You... you are not a Heavenly Immortal!”

Demon Lord Xuetu's voice was hoarse and piercing, filled with endless shock and fury.

A Heavenly Immortal?

What kind of Heavenly Immortal could crush a Golden Immortal-rank formation with a single step?!

What kind of Heavenly Immortal could make a Golden Immortal like him so disheveled just by the aftershocks of his power?!

This was absolutely not a power a Heavenly Immortal could possess!

He must have hidden his cultivation! He was at least a Golden Immortal Late Stage, or even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal in disguise!

Damn that Zhao Wujiang! What kind of bullshit intelligence did he provide!

However, Lin Feng didn't even bother to spare him a glance.

He merely flicked non-existent dust from his sleeve, his gaze passing over Demon Lord Xuetu to look at the blood mist drifting through the air as he said indifferently:

“See, I told you, I am a reasonable person.”

“I gave you a chance and let you perform, but you messed up the act.”

“Therefore, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. It is only logical.”

These words were spoken to the already-incinerated Zhao Wujiang.

But in Demon Lord Xuetu's ears, they were more ear-piercing than any mockery!

He understood in an instant!

From beginning to end, this was a setup!

A trap laid by this youth for him, and for Zhao Wujiang!

He thought he was the hunter, unaware that from the start, he was the prey in the other party's eyes!

What a supreme humiliation!

“Bastard! Regardless of who you are, you are dead for daring to toy with this Lord like this!”

Demon Lord Xuetu roared, and his Golden Immortal dignity completely erupted.

In an instant, the winds and clouds changed color. The world was filled with a thick scent of blood, as if it had transformed into an Asura Blood Hell.

He was going to strike!

He would use the absolute power of a Golden Immortal to grind this boy who dared to humiliate him, along with his Divine Soul, into the most basic particles!

However, Lin Feng still didn't move.

He only slowly raised his head, his gaze finally landing on Demon Lord Xuetu.

That look was calm and indifferent, without a trace of emotion.

Yet it caused Demon Lord Xuetu's heart to sink abruptly.

Because in those eyes, he saw no fear and no solemnity; he saw only one thing.

Pity.

Like a deity looking down upon an ant that, oblivious to its own mortality, dared to provoke Divine Might.

The next second.

An indescribable, supreme aura boomed out from within Lin Feng's body!

It wasn't the pressure of power, nor the suppression of cultivation.

It was a kind of... absolute crushing force originating from the level of life and the Soul Origin!

As if a monarch were inspecting his territory!

As if a Heavenly Emperor were looking down upon his subjects!

Before this aura, the Golden Immortal pressure Demon Lord Xuetu was so proud of was like ice and snow under the sun, collapsing instantly and melting away without a trace!

His demonic Soul trembled, his Dao Fruit wailed, and a fear born of instinct made him want to kneel uncontrollably, wanting to submit!

Imperial Might!

This was... the [Imperial Might] that, according to legend, only an Immortal Emperor could possess!

Demon Lord Xuetu's mind went 'buzz' and completely exploded!

An Immortal Emperor?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

How could an Immortal Emperor descend upon this Immortal State?!

Then... there was only one explanation!

An Imperial Weapon!

This kid really has an Imperial Weapon on him! And it's a supreme treasure that has already been partially refined and can trigger a hint of Imperial Might!

In an instant, that bone-deep fear was replaced by an even more crazed and burning greed!

I've struck it rich!

I'm really going to strike it rich this time!

As long as I kill him and seize this Imperial Weapon, let alone becoming an Immortal King, I might even have a chance at the Immortal Emperor's Dao!

Demon Lord Xuetu's eyes instantly turned blood-red as he stared fixedly at Lin Feng, like a hungry wolf that hadn't eaten for three days and nights seeing the most succulent piece of meat.

Lin Feng took in the change in his expression and sneered in his heart.

He's taken the bait.

It's exactly this greed of yours that I wanted.

He looked at the manic Demon Lord Xuetu and slowly extended a finger, beckoning to him lightly.

A playful arc hung at the corner of his mouth.

“Golden Immortal?”

“Come, kowtow to this seat.”

...

That playful “kowtow to this seat” was like a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder containing supreme will. It traversed time and space, ignored Demon Lord Xuetu's Golden Immortal protective demonic essence, and struck ruthlessly upon his Soul Origin.

This was no longer just humiliation.

This was a form of... contempt from a higher level of life.

As if he, Demon Lord Xuetu, a dignified Golden Immortal expert, a branch hall master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a terrifying existence who had run rampant in this White Jade Immortal State for thousands of years and viewed all things as mere straw dogs...

In the other party's eyes, he truly was just an...

Ant that could be crushed at will.

“You...”

Demon Lord Xuetu's eyes, which were like blood-colored whirlpools, instantly shrank to the limit!

That Soul-deep shuddering originating from the 'Imperial Might' was so real, so terrifying!

His Golden Immortal Dao Fruit didn't even dare to make the slightest movement before this aura, as if bowing its head in submission to a true Emperor!

Fear!

Fear from the deepest part of his Soul instantly gripped his heart!

He...

Wanted to flee!

But, at the very moment this fear climbed to its peak...

A greed... ten thousand times stronger than fear!

Greed!

Like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years, it erupted violently!

Fear?

What is fear?

Before absolute profit, fear is just an appetizer!

Before the temptation of 'becoming an Emperor,' fear is the biggest joke!

“Im... Imperial Weapon...”

A low 'he-he' growl issued from Demon Lord Xuetu's withered throat. That wasn't speech; it was a nearly out-of-control panting born from the intersection of extreme excitement and greed.

His blood-colored eyes were instantly ignited by a flame called 'madness'!

“It really is an Imperial Weapon!!”