God Emperor

Chapter 1894: Immortal Ming’s Arrival

Breaking free from Godslayer Cross-Shield’s suppression, Zhang Ruochen performed a Dimensional Shift at once to retreat to the effective range of the Ancient Divine Sigils.

With the wave of his hand, he tucked away the Ancient Abyssal Blade and Azuresky Pagoda, looking at Xia Wenxin and others in the far distance in the eyes.

“Weren’t you arrogant just now, Zhang Ruochen? So why flee? Come and square it off with me!” Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord roared.

Zhang Ruochen had exploited his carelessness, and this had especially pissed him off.

He should have shown no mercy and killed Zhang Ruochen at once earlier.

“Is it me or are you ret*rded? Come and square off inside here if you want!” Zhang Ruochen sneered.

He was not dumb. There were too many of them. If he continued to stay out there, he would be at a disadvantage no matter how many tricks he could pull.

His only regret was that he had not killed Prince Wujie. It was so close.

He took a long hard look at Xia Wenxin before turning around to get into Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace.

He who could perform Godslayer Cross-Shield to its limit must not be underestimated. He was the nastiest enemy.

He could wound Xia Wenxin earlier because he had caught him unawares. During normal combat, he probably could not last more than a few moves. The gap between their cultivation base was so big that it was difficult to remedy.

Had he not refined the Dimensional Collapse Scroll in advance, he could not have gotten away.

The priority now was to get another breakthrough in his cultivation. Only then could he handle the coming crisis.

Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord performed a move, striking in the direction where Zhang Ruochen had gone. But it was futile; the Ancient Divine Sigils stopped the palm strike.

Never mind that the Ancient Divine Sigils were fragmentary, they still possessed incredible defensive strength. Not even Supreme Saints could defeat it, let alone a Heaven’s Reach-Realm Saint King.

“Damn it!”

Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord clenched his fists, anger burning in his eyes.

He almost got Zhang Ruochen, but things suddenly blew up on his face. He had never felt so humiliated.

“That’s all right. He will not go anymore. Once Immortal Ming arrives and defeats the Ancient Divine Sigils, he and the Zhengyu Clan people will be done for!” Xia Wenxin spoke with a nonchalant tone of voice.

The sword cut wound in his chest had healed. There was not even a single stain of blood left, as if he had never been wounded before.

The Ancient Abyssal Blade just punctured his skin. It was almost impossible to wound him seriously with Zhang Ruochen’s current level of strength.

Upon hearing that, Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord quickly calmed down. “When will Immortal Ming arrive?”

“He is already here!” said Xia Wenxin with a vague smile.

“Huh?”

Everyone, including Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord, looked back.

A shadow was standing on a white bone platform, exuding a black hole-like, strong, dark energy that could strike fear into the hearts.

“It is Immortal Ming!” Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord whispered.

Those princes and princesses took a deep breath with a reverent look in their eyes.

Immortal Ming, the nonpareil demon of the Nether Clan, one of the three upper races of the Infernal Court. His cultivation base was unfathomably high. The most important thing was, his spiritual power was formidable. He was a top array master who was just one step away from attaining the Array Master realm.

Immortal Ming had fought with an array master before and defeat the opponent eight times in eight rounds of battle. Last, that array master had to go into overdrive before defeating him. That was how superior his array attainment was.

Led by Xia Wenxin, the Immortal Vampire demons flew toward the white bone platform and appeared beside Immortal Ming.

“You have finally arrived, Immortal Ming! We have been expecting you for a while!” said Xia Wenxin with his magnetic voice.

Right now, Xia Wenxin was the only person who appeared natural. The others, including Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord, looked uneasy, as Immortal Ming was giving them a lot of pressure.

Immortal Ming had his hands behind him, glancing flippantly at Xia Wenxin and others. “You all have been attacking Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace for so long, yet have still not succeeded. You all are trash!”

“What do you think the Sword Vault Palace is? There is the protection of a vast amount of divine sigils. No way we could defeat them. Besides, there are some tough-to-beat figures inside the Sword Vault Palace. Even Baihuan Shenzi has lost his life.”

“Baihuan Shenzi’s strength was still not up to snuff, but his illusion and shapeshifting techniques were at the acme of perfection. Who killed him?” asked Immortal King bitterly.

“It was the Scion of Time and Space,” replied Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord.

“Even the bald donkey Xumi was killed. Isn’t dealing with his scion just a piece of cake? You all have embarrassed the entire Immortal Vampires!” Immortal Ming hissed.

Hearing this, Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord’s face darkened. If not for knowing how nasty Immortal Ming’s strength was, he would have screwed him at this moment. No one had ever dared to ridicule him in front of his face.

“Zhang Ruochen isn’t as feeble as you think. His cultivation base might be low, but he has many tricks up his sleeve. There will be the devil to pay if you are not careful, especially when he has a Supreme Artifact in hands.” Xia Wenxin shook his head.

“I didn’t know that even you, Xia Wenxin, have started to find excuses. No matter how many tricks he has, it is useless in front of the absolute strength. How much power a little Eight-Step Saint King could yield from a Supreme-Artifact weapon?” Immortal King sneered, not bothering to let Xia Wenxin save some face.

In his eyes, Xia Wenxin and others, whose cultivation bases were all above the Precept Domain realm, yet they could not even deal with an Eight-Step Saint King. It was such an embarrassing thing for the Infernal Court.

If Xia Wenxin and others were of the Nether Clan, he would have thought them a lesson.

“You are right. There is nothing to be afraid of Zhang Ruochen. As long as we take down the Sword Vault Palace, even a hundred individuals like Zhang Ruochen would be at our mercy.” Xia Wenxin broke into a faint smile.

He likewise did not see Zhang Ruochen as his equal. In actual combat, he could easily kill him.

If he were to meet Zhang Ruochen again, it would not matter how many tricks Zhang Ruochen could pull, he would make sure that Zhang Ruochen would not get away again.

“Since you are here, Immortal Ming, defeat the Ancient Divine Sigils first. More delays mean more trouble!” said a third shenzi of the Immortal Vampires.

He did not give a damn about anything else. All he wanted was to break into Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace.

There was only one purpose for so many shenzis, princes, and princesses coming here, that was to break into the Sword Vault Palace and release Lord Ming.

An obscure light appeared in Immortal Ming’s eyes, which became even more unfathomable. He could see clearly the Ancient Divine Sigils outside Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace.

“The Big Dipper Portrait is mysterious indeed. I am looking forward to it more and more!” An eager look appeared in Immortal Ming’s eyes.

Unlike these Immortal Vampires, he did not care about whether to release Lord Ming. All he wanted was only one thing: the Big Dipper Portrait of the Shen Clan.

He could increase his array attainment and become a full fledged array master as long as he could get his hands on the Big Dipper Portrait and comprehend the profound secret within.

“Let’s send them a gift before defeating the Ancient Divine Sigils.” Immortal Ming’s eyes looked frosty. A vast amount of black mist gushed out of his body and flew toward Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace.

The mysterious Ancient Divine Sigils could block off any attack, but the black mist that effused from Immortal Ming’s body could permeate it and inhibit it. It was extremely creepy.

“Curse!”

Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord focused his eyes, staring at the black mist that was invading Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace.

Power of Curse, invisible and mysterious, was an unique ability of the Nether Clan that not even the Ancient Divine Sigils could stop.

It could already be foreseen that it did not take long before many people inside Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace would lose their strength, if not die, affected by the curse.

Those princes and princesses got chills, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Immortal Ming.

If they were to get infested by this Power of Curse, they would not end up any better.

The black mist of the curse permeated Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace and quietly entered the Zhengyu cultivators’ bodies.

After coming back inside the Sword Vault Palace, Zhang Ruochen was having a discussion with everyone about something important.

“What kind of power is this? When did it enter my body?” It caught Zhang Ruochen unawares when he sensed something foreign inside him.

He could clearly sense that the power was growing and devouring his vital force. Immediately, he performed an Empyrean Emperor Ming’s Scripture but could not get rid of it to his surprise.

“It is Power of Curse,” said Ji Fanxin.

Zhang Ruochen’s expression abruptly changed. “Power of Curse? The Nether Clan is also here?”

For all he knew, only the Nether Clan of the three upper races of the Infernal Court was capable of using curse. The Nether Clan evolved from the Ghost Clan of the three intermediate races. They cultivated the Path of Darkness, which was the most evil.

The Immortal Vampires were besieging Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace, and the situation was extremely bad. With the Nether Clan coming into the picture, their plight was getting from bad to worse.

“The curse is nasty. The person who released this curse is extremely powerful!” There was a grimness in Ji Fanxin’s eyes.

“Someone has died, Chief!”

A Zhengyu disciple came into the Sword Vault Palace in a hurry.

Following behind him, two other Zhengyu disciples were carrying a body.

There were no external signs of trauma, except for some black marks that looked like spider webs on his forehead.

Not long after, someone rushed into the Sword Vault Palace. “It’s not good, Chief. Many people have dropped dead to the ground!”

“This…”

Shi Qiankun’s expression collapsed. He had lost his patience.

If things kept going like this, all the Zhengyu people would have been dead before the Immortal Vampires came in.

“We have been affected by a curse. It is growing and unstoppable!” mumbled Shi Ren.

He had tried using spiritual power to expel this Power of Curse but failed. The invading curse stuck inside his body like a leech. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of it. Not only that, it was getting strong and on the brink of losing control.

“This curse is too nasty. I can only suppress it but not expel it.” Luo Yi’s face looked grave.

Just at this time, Ji Fanxin reached out a hand with a greenish divine glow on her palm. A streak of dark mist was confined inside and constantly bouncing around.

“Use the power of the Divine Sky-connecting Tree, Zhang Ruochen! Only the Divine Sky-connecting Tree could quickly remove this curse!” said Ji Fanxin with a frown.

Zhang Ruochen instantly came to his senses. If the Divine Sky-connecting Tree could expel the evil energy of death, then it should also drive out a curse.

With no more hesitation, he connected with the Divine Sky-connecting Tree. A vast amount of the divine tree’s qi rushed out and rapidly filled the entire Sword Vault Palace.