431: Chapter 431 Wen Wangshan! You have betrayed your promise!

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's back teeth ground together with a clacking sound, and he raised his right hand abruptly.

A mass of ink-green demonic energy, so thick it seemed to drip, gathered frantically in his palm, transforming into a hideous ghost claw. With a terrifying, destructive force, it slammed directly toward New Emperor Jiang Hantian's crown!

Even if he had to forgo the resources of the Great Zhou today, he had to smash this stumbling block's head into a rotten watermelon!

Just at the critical moment when the ghost claw was about to shatter New Emperor Jiang Hantian's skull!

"Imperial Preceptor! I still have a trump card!"

"I actually have another trump card, one that can absolutely take that man's life!"

New Emperor Jiang Hantian felt the lethal killing intent coming from above; terrified out of his wits, he let out a heart-wrenching scream at the top of his lungs.

"Hum!"

The moment this scream ended.

A vast and boundless imperial pressure, carrying a sense of superiority over all living beings, erupted suddenly and without warning from within New Emperor Jiang Hantian's body!

"Awoo!!!"

Accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, the ground of the entire Great Zhou imperial palace trembled violently.

Above New Emperor Jiang Hantian's head, golden light flared!

A phantom of a giant dragon, several zhang long and dark red in color, surged directly from his spine and circled around him.

Although the red dragon phantom looked somewhat dim, its large dragon eyes radiated an inviolable pressure of national destiny.

Under the displacement of this power, the surrounding air emitted piercing sonic booms.

The moment the red dragon phantom appeared, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's descending palm was forced back half a chi by an invisible force!

"Hmm?"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan paused, a flash of surprise suddenly appearing in those eyes that had previously been filled with fear and disdain.

He withdrew his hand and, with a suspicious look, scrutinized the red dragon circling above New Emperor Jiang Hantian, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"This is..."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's gaze gradually became playful; the panic on his face was swept away, replaced by intense greed and scrutiny: "You... have actually succeeded in controlling the national destiny of the Great Zhou?"

Seeing that Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan had finally stopped, New Emperor Jiang Hantian gasped for air, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

In order to quickly gain the trust of his backer, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan, New Emperor Jiang Hantian didn't even bother to get up from the ground.

He formed hand seals, and the circling red dragon phantom suddenly lowered its head, its massive dragon maw slowly opening.

Eerily, the voice that emerged from the red dragon's mouth was actually New Emperor Jiang Hantian's!

"Yes, Imperial Preceptor!"

The red dragon phantom spoke in human language, its voice sounding incredibly grand under the reinforcement of the national destiny, causing the beams of the main hall to hum:

"This is the result of my seclusion over the past few days! I have initially triggered the imperial mausoleum formation and mastered a portion of the Great Zhou's national destiny!"

"Within the territory of the Great Zhou, with the national destiny upon me, my combat power can instantly transcend tiers! Any outsider will be suppressed by the laws of this realm!"

New Emperor Jiang Hantian became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes flashing with crazed killing intent:

"Imperial Preceptor! If the two of us join forces, this is a heaven-sent opportunity!"

"As long as you, Imperial Preceptor, can use your demonic arts and puppets to temporarily control that man from the front, even for just a single breath of time! I can trigger the century-old national destiny beneath the imperial city and crush him completely into dust! There is absolutely no possibility of him surviving!"

Empty promises!

This was the only lifeline New Emperor Jiang Hantian could grasp right now.

He knew deep down that Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan feared that man in black, so he unhesitatingly threw out his greatest trump card, attempting to bind this Tier 6 Grandmaster firmly to his war chariot.

However, he had no idea what kind of cold-blooded, despicable madman stood before him, one who would stop at nothing for power.

"The power of national destiny... good stuff, truly good stuff."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan watched the red dragon phantom radiating vast pressure, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

On his chubby face, the panic and fear from before were, at this moment, completely replaced by a hair-raising, crazed grin.

"When the time comes, we will join forces..."

New Emperor Jiang Hantian was still under the protection of the red dragon phantom, spittle flying as he fantasized about a counter-kill.

"Demonic Soul Transformation, activate!"

A cold, low shout, sounding as if it came from the Nine Nether Hells, interrupted New Emperor Jiang Hantian's endless chatter without warning.

Boom!!!

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's eyes instantly turned a dead, ink-green color.

The somewhat ridiculous eunuch's uniform on his body was instantly torn to shreds by violent spiritual energy.

A mass of ink-green black energy, ten times denser and a hundred times more foul-smelling than when he had dealt with the Royal Secret Guards earlier, erupted like a volcanic explosion from every pore of his body!

This black energy did not attack the imaginary enemy in the distance; instead, it transformed into a black demonic net that blotted out the sky, and with lightning speed, slammed down directly onto the kneeling New Emperor Jiang Hantian and the red dragon phantom above his head!

"Imperial Preceptor?! What are you doing!"

The ecstasy on New Emperor Jiang Hantian's face instantly froze.

He widened his eyes in sheer terror, desperately trying to urge the national destiny phantom to resist.

But under Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's long-premeditated, full-force sneak attack using Rank 6 peak demonic arts, New Emperor Jiang Hantian's meager cultivation, of which he had only just grasped the basics, was simply a joke!

The ink-green black energy instantly enveloped the red dragon's massive body.

Like countless greedy vipers, it frantically burrowed into the gaps between the red dragon phantom's scales!

"Sss-sss-sss!"

A teeth-grinding sound of corrosion erupted frantically in front of the main hall.

The Great Zhou's national destiny, originally majestic and sacred, radiating golden-red light, let out a shrill, living-creature-like scream after coming into contact with this extremely evil demonic energy!

The golden light was rapidly stained into a disgusting, filthy green.

"Aaaahhh!!!"

New Emperor Jiang Hantian, connected to the national destiny, bore unimaginable pain.

He clutched his head and rolled frantically on the ground, his features twisted together, his eyeballs nearly bulging from their sockets.

"My body... my consciousness is beginning to lose control..."

New Emperor Jiang Hantian finally realized what was happening; he looked despairingly at Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan, who was looking down at him from above, and let out a heart-wrenching, vicious curse:

"Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan! You despicable villain!"

"You betrayed your trust! I gave you a position second only to one, and you actually bite the hand that feeds you! You will die a horrible death!!!"

"Shut up, idiot."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan sneered and slammed his hands together.

"Being able to become this Imperial Preceptor's marionette is the greatest honor of your life!"

"Bang!"

As the demonic energy closed in completely, New Emperor Jiang Hantian's cursing came to an abrupt halt.

His struggling body suddenly stiffened, and then, as if his spine had been drained away, his hands hung limp.

When he raised his head again, those eyes, once filled with fear and rage, had turned into a hollow, dead gray.

The whites of his eyes were covered in dense, ink-green demonic patterns resembling a spider web.

In mid-air, the red dragon phantom symbolizing the Great Zhou's national destiny was also completely corrupted.

The originally golden, radiant dragon scales turned into pitch-black demonic armor, and the dragon's eyes glowed with green light as it circled docilely around Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan.

Both the person and the national destiny were packaged on the spot and forcibly refined into a puppet!