285: Chapter 284 Kill Qiyao!

The world suddenly fell silent.

The wind stopped, the clouds stilled, and even the violent energy turbulence from moments ago seemed to be forcibly suppressed by a more terrifying will.

Immortal King Qiyao's hair was disheveled, and he bled from his seven orifices. His once magnificent Daoist robes were now reduced to tattered rags hanging off his trembling body. He no longer possessed the slightest air of an Immortal King, looking instead like a madman who had just escaped a refugee camp.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at Lin Feng who hovered above him.

The black-robed youth was currently holding a blade with both hands, raised high. Upon the blade's edge, a layer of eerie grayish-white light was continuously condensing and compressing.

Within that light, Immortal King Qiyao saw a vision that froze his Soul.

He seemed to see massive tombs burying countless gods and demons; he saw stars falling and the Universe returning to silence.

That was—the manifestation of death.

Fear.

A true fear of death originating from the depths of the Soul occupied the heart of this Immortal King, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, for the very first time.

"No... I am an Immortal King! I am enfeoffed by the Heavenly Court! My lifespan is equal to the heavens! My name is carved upon the Investiture of Gods! I cannot die!!"

Immortal King Qiyao roared madly, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong. He desperately tried to mobilize the remnants of Immortal power within his body, wanting to manifest a Magic Treasure for defense.

But after the tragic backlash from the Formation earlier, his Meridians were already snapped into pieces, and his Dantian was covered in cracks; he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Watching the approaching blade light, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"Lin Feng! Stop! I beg you, stop!!"

"I can give you money! Give you all my resources! My treasury has countless Immortal crystals!!"

"I can be your slave! I can swear a Heavenly Dao oath of loyalty to you! Don't kill me! I don't want to die yet!!"

In the face of death, all dignity, glory, and status became a joke. At this moment, Immortal King Qiyao was no different from a Mortal kneeling and begging for mercy.

However.

Lin Feng remained expressionless, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a stone or a pile of dead meat.

"Begging for mercy now? Too late."

Lin Feng's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"When you sent people to surround and kill me, did you think of sparing my life?"

"When you slandered me at the Peach Banquet, did you think of giving me a chance?"

"Since you've started this, be prepared to face the consequences."

The long blade in Lin Feng's hand suddenly vibrated, letting out a Dragon's cry that thirsted for blood.

"There is no medicine for regret in this world, only... Karma."

"Remember, the one who kills you is Lin Feng of Tiance Mansion!"

"Self-created Divine Ability—[Myriad Dao Immortal Burial]!!"

Hum—!

The blade struck down.

Between heaven and earth, a desolate and ancient elegy seemed to ring out.

As this blade cleaved down, there was no earth-shaking explosion, no dazzling light, and no whistle of tearing space.

It was like a frame from a black-and-white movie, silent and soundless, yet unstoppable.

All sound, light, energy, and even the Law power remaining around Immortal King Qiyao were greedily sucked into this strike.

In everyone's sight, they only saw a thin gray line lightly sweep across Immortal King Qiyao's neck.

It was like a hot knife through butter, or like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Chiss—

An extremely faint sound.

Immortal King Qiyao's terrified pleas stopped abruptly; his mouth remained open, and the fear in his eyes was frozen forever.

The next second.

A thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

Immediately after, that large head, symbolizing supreme power and status, slowly slid off and left his body.

"Puff—"

Not much blood gushed out, because all vitality had been "buried" within this single strike.

Immortal King Qiyao's headless corpse began to disintegrate at a visible speed, turning into countless tiny specks of starlight, attempting to dissipate into the world and return to the Great Dao.

“Swoosh!”

Just then, from within the disintegrating corpse, a fist-sized, pale-gold Primordial Spirit screamed as it shot into the sky. It moved at extreme speed, attempting to escape using a Primordial Spirit escape technique.

That was Immortal King Qiyao's Primordial Spirit! As long as his Primordial Spirit remained, he could achieve Rebirth through Possession!

"Lin Feng! You wait! If I don't avenge this, I swear I am not... ah!!"

Before he could finish his threat, he realized the sky above had turned black.

"Still trying to run? If you don't pull up the weeds by the roots, they'll grow back when the spring breeze blows. Do you think this is my first day out?"

Lin Feng sneered and made a grasping motion toward the Void Realm.

"Myriad Dao Furnace! Swallow him!"

Boom!

The phantom of the furnace behind him instantly became solid, turning into a giant mouth burning with fierce flames, and took a violent breath!

"No!! His Majesty Hao Tian, save me!!!"

The Primordial Spirit let out a scream of utter despair before being sucked directly into the Myriad Dao Furnace like a moth to a flame!

*Burp~*

The furnace vibrated slightly, as if digesting something delicious.

Immortal King Qiyao was completely annihilated in body and Soul!

A generation's Immortal King had fallen!

Rumble—!!!

At the moment Immortal King Qiyao truly died, the entire thirty-three layers of the Immortal Realm shook simultaneously.

An inexplicable feeling of sorrow shrouded the hearts of every Immortal.

In the sky, the once deep starry expanse suddenly turned blood-red. Countless dark clouds gathered out of thin air, and thunder rolled, as if the heavens themselves were weeping.

Patter, patter...

A crimson rain of blood fell without warning, dyeing the sea of clouds and the earth red.

Heavenly Weeping!

This was a phenomenon of heaven and earth that only occurred when a true Immortal King-level expert fell and the Law of the Great Dao snapped!

The entire Third Layer of Heaven was deathly silent.

Only the sound of blood rain hitting the ground remained.

The remaining Disciples of the Qiyao Immortal Palace stood dazed in the blood rain. Watching their Old Ancestor turn to ash, they collapsed to the ground one by one, their faith completely shattered.

"Old Ancestor... is dead?"

"Immortal King Qiyao... was slain... by Lin Feng?"

The impact of this was more intense than a Mortal seeing the sun explode.

And upon those ruins.

Lin Feng bathed in the sky-spanning blood rain, his black hair wet and clinging to his cheeks. Holding the still-dripping long blade, he stood in the Void Realm like a demon god descended to the world.

Just then, the pleasant sound of System notifications exploded madly in his mind, sounding even sweeter than Immortal music.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

[Congratulations to the Host! Successfully killed Immortal King Qiyao (Heavily Injured State)!]

[Achievement Unlocked: [King Slayer]! This is the first time the Host has killed an Immortal King-level expert; rewards are doubled! And doubled again!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining critical hit points: 1,000,000 billion (One Quadrillion)!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining dropped items: Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure · Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword (Damaged), Qiyao Origin (Complete), Immortal King Dao Fruit x1, Top-grade Storage Ring x1...]

Looking at that astronomical number of critical hit points, Lin Feng felt all his previous fatigue and pain vanish.

One quadrillion!

Not only did it replenish his previous consumption, but he also made a net profit of four hundred trillion!

This was sustaining war through war! This was truly making a fortune through killing and plundering!

"Whew... satisfying!"

Lin Feng let out a long breath of turbid air, preparing to happily check his spoils of war.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he snapped his head up.

His sensitive Divine Sense detected that high up in the Nine Heavens amidst the blood rain, there was a patch of clouds that was extremely strange. The blood rain there actually couldn't fall, as if blocked by some even more noble power.

A gaze that made his scalp tingle was currently watching him.

That was the true mantis stalking the cicada.

Lin Feng gripped his blade tighter, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth as he shouted toward that patch of void:

"You up there, watching the show for so long without even buying a ticket—isn't that a bit unfair?"

"It's about time you came out, isn't it?"