170: Chapter 170 Lin Aotian's Death, Terrifying Demonic Power Descends

"You... all deserve to die..."

Lin Aotian's hoarse voice exploded across the square.

Devilish Qi erupted outward with him as the center. The white jade floor tiles instantly turned to ash.

Violent Devilish Qi soared into the sky, forming a black pillar of light that pierced the clouds.

The originally clear sky of the Upper Realm was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, with lightning rolling wildly within them.

His twisted and broken limbs were forcibly reconnected under the infusion of pitch-black Devilish Qi.

His shriveled flesh swelled, and broken bone spurs pierced through his skin, forming a dark-red exoskeleton armor.

The Realm barrier of the Early Stage Profound Immortal shattered instantly.

Middle Stage Profound Immortal, Late Stage Profound Immortal, Early Stage Nine Heavens Profound Immortal...

His cultivation soared all the way, forcefully crashing through the gates of the Immortal Lord Realm, only stopping its ascent at the Late Stage Immortal Lord Realm.

"Such filthy aura... he hasn't just suffered Qi Deviation; he has a True Demon Body!"

Xiao Wanshan's eyelids twitched wildly. Holding his longsword horizontally in front of him, he retreated quickly. "Form the Formation! Protect the Divine Mountain!"

The Brocade-Clothed Youth who had previously pierced Lin Aotian's shoulder with a spear was currently the closest.

The magic power he took pride in was completely stagnant under the pressure of a Late Stage Immortal Lord. His legs went weak; he wanted to retreat but found that space had been completely locked down.

Lin Aotian turned his pitch-black eyes, which lacked any whites, and fixed his gaze on him.

Shua.

Lin Aotian vanished from his spot.

In the next instant, a sharp claw covered in black scales pierced directly through the Brocade-Clothed Youth's chest.

"Lin... you..." The Brocade-Clothed Youth's mouth hung wide open as blood gushed out.

Lin Aotian's wrist suddenly exerted force.

Puchi.

The Brocade-Clothed Youth was torn in half from the middle, his internal organs and blood splattering all over the ground.

The surrounding Xiao Family Prodigies, who had just been mocking him, hadn't even reacted yet.

The Devilish Qi behind Lin Aotian transformed into several spikes, instantly piercing their skulls; even their Primordial Spirits were directly shredded by the Devilish Qi.

The entire field fell into a dead silence as several mangled corpses crashed heavily to the ground.

Lin Aotian threw away the rotten meat in his hand and looked up, his pitch-black gaze crossing dozens of zhang.

He locked onto Su Yun and Zi Yun at the highest point of the Ascension Platform.

Extreme resentment caused his facial muscles to twist violently.

He exerted force with his feet.

Boom!

The ground collapsed into a large pit.

Lin Aotian turned into a streak of black lightning, carrying world-destroying Devilish Qi as he lunged straight for the top of the steps.

The space along the way shattered inch by inch under this violent power.

On the high platform, the wild wind whipped up the hem of Su Yun's white robes.

He still held Zi Yun's waist with one hand, his gaze calm as he watched the approaching black figure.

No movement, no magic power fluctuation.

But at that moment, Zi Yun moved.

A flash of malicious, successful light crossed her eyes, but her face instantly changed to an expression of shock and anger.

"Husband, be careful! This scoundrel is actually in league with the extraterrestrial Demon Race!"

Zi Yun waved her hand.

A set of feather raiment flowing with nine-colored divine light appeared out of thin air.

It was exactly the top-tier Immortal Artifact sent by Ye Wuhun, the Nine Heavens Light-Flowing Feather Raiment.

The feather raiment instantly spread out, transforming into an indestructible light shield that firmly protected her and Su Yun within.

Having finished her defense, Zi Yun stood tall, her cold and lofty voice echoing throughout the square.

"Protectors and Elders, hear my command! Lin Aotian has been lurking in our Realm, fallen into the Demonic Path, and slaughtered our Xiao Family disciples. Such an anomaly is beyond forgiveness. Kill him on the spot to uphold the rules of our Xiao Family Divine Mountain!"

Her words finalized the matter.

Lin Aotian was no longer a pitiable outcast; he had directly become a Demon Race spy that everyone had the right to execute.

Justified and deserving of death.

"We obey the Goddess's decree!" Xiao Wanshan shouted.

Just as Lin Aotian was only three zhang away from Su Yun.

The clouds high in the sky broke apart.

Four terrifying auras descended simultaneously.

Four grey-robed Elders appeared out of thin air at the four corners of the Ascension Platform.

All were in the Half-step Immortal King Realm, the Xiao Family's Grand Elders who had been in secluded cultivation.

The four of them simultaneously formed hand seals.

"Four Symbols Demon-Slaying Formation!"

Four dazzling golden lights shot from the Elders' hands, weaving into a massive golden net in the air that descended upon him.

Bang!

Lin Aotian crashed into the golden light net, producing a deafening muffled boom.

His Late Stage Immortal Lord Physical Body, which he took pride in, was forcibly blocked by the Half-step Immortal King Formation.

The golden light carried extremely strong purification power, causing the Devilish Qi on his body to sizzle.

"Roar—!"

Lin Aotian roared madly.

He gripped the golden light net tightly with both hands, attempting to tear it apart.

"A demonic spawn who doesn't know death." The Eastern Grand Elder snorted coldly, his hand seals changing.

The Formation contracted.

Four chains condensed from golden runes emerged from the Void Realm, instantly piercing Lin Aotian's four limbs.

Puchi, puchi, puchi, puchi.

The chains tightened. Lin Aotian was suspended in mid-air in a spread-eagle position.

No matter how he struggled, the Half-step Immortal King's Law power firmly suppressed the churning Devilish Qi within his body.

At the core of the Formation, a golden light wheel condensed into shape, slowly cutting toward Lin Aotian's chest.

On the high platform.

Su Yun watched Lin Aotian, who was pierced by chains and struggling madly in mid-air. He slowly raised his right hand.

Within his palm, the invisible Heavenly Dao Origin quietly operated.

In a vision invisible to outsiders, the last bit of golden Mandate Luck on Lin Aotian's body was rapidly dissipating as his Physical Body broke down.

Su Yun's fingers curled slightly.

An invisible suction force pierced through the Formation. All the dissipating golden light of Luck merged into Su Yun's palm.

Su Yun could clearly sense that the Lower Realm Heavenly Dao Origin he controlled became more solid after devouring this Luck.

Lin Aotian's Mandate reached zero.

His value was completely squeezed dry.

In mid-air.

The Formation's light wheel cut open Lin Aotian's exoskeleton. Pitch-black demon blood splattered.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. His bones shattered inch by inch in the golden light.

His Physical Body completely collapsed. His internal organs turned into blood mist.

Only a clump of Divine Soul Origin wrapped in black qi remained, trembling violently in the golden light of the Formation, on the verge of being extinguished.

At that very instant.

A tiny crack suddenly split open at the glabella of Lin Aotian's illusory Divine Soul.

An ancient purple demon eye snapped open.

Boom!

Purple light exploded forth.

The space of the entire Ascension Platform instantly froze.

The four Half-step Immortal King Grand Elders all paused their movements, their eyes showing extreme horror.

"This pressure... a Demonic Path titan above the Immortal King Realm?!"

The Void Realm above the Ascension Platform was forcibly torn open.

A massive demonic hand covered in greenish-black barbed scales reached out from the spatial rift.

The demonic hand's fingers spread wide, ignoring the Half-step Immortal King's Four Symbols Demon-Slaying Formation as it grabbed directly for Lin Aotian's Origin.

Crack.

The four golden Formation chains were easily crushed by the demonic hand.

"Jie jie..."

A cold laugh that made one's soul tremble echoed from deep within the rift.

"Such a pure Origin of a Son of Malice... to leave it in this lower-tier Immortal Domain is truly a waste. This seat will take it away..."

The four Grand Elders' faces turned pale, yet not one of them dared to step forward to stop it.

The aura emitted by that hand was enough to instantly flatten the entire Xiao Family Divine Mountain.

The demonic hand gripped Lin Aotian's Origin and quickly retracted into the spatial rift.

The spatial power at the edge of the rift began to repair itself, about to close.

Leaning in Su Yun's arms, Zi Yun's brow furrowed slightly.

If the roots aren't removed when cutting grass, it will always remain a variable.

She was about to activate the Nine Tribulations Death-Substitution Talisman at her glabella to forcibly unleash an Immortal King strike to keep that demonic hand there.

A warm, large hand pressed down on her shoulder.

Su Yun lowered his head, gave Zi Yun a deep look, and shook his head slightly.

Zi Yun immediately restrained her aura and obediently leaned back against Su Yun's chest, making no further moves.

Since her husband said to let it go, then let it go.

The spatial rift closed completely.

The dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed, and the lightning vanished.

All that remained was the white jade square in a mess and several gruesome corpses of the Xiao Family Prodigies.

The four Grand Elders landed, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads as they looked at the sky with lingering fear.

Then they all turned and looked at Su Yun on the steps.

Su Yun ignored the uncertain and suspicious gazes below.

He looked up at where the Void Realm had closed.

At that moment just now, he had actively withdrawn the concealment of the Heavenly Dao Origin, allowing that mutated Devilish Qi to transmit the coordinates.

Since the captive pig still had the strength to run, it meant it wasn't fat enough yet.

Only in the Demon Realm, with more resources tilted toward him, could he grow more fruitful results.

The corners of Su Yun's mouth slowly curled into a deeper arc.

"Things are becoming more and more interesting."