novelSusiti Chapter 934 Qian Tian-Death of the Emperor
Chapter 934 Qian Tian-Death of the Emperor
"Your Majesty... this old servant... has come to keep you company..."
The old eunuch murmured softly, his voice filled with endless sorrow and reluctance.
As his voice faded, his body collapsed to the ground, completely engulfed by the karmic fire. His body gradually withered under the burning flames, his skin turned charred black, and his bones crackled under the intense heat.
Even so, his eyes remained wide open, filled with hatred for the demon and longing for the Great Qian Dynasty.
Finally, under the burning of the karmic fire, the old eunuch's body was completely reduced to ashes, and his body disappeared without a trace under the baptism of the karmic fire.
This old imperial palace relic met a tragic end within the Blood Lotus Formation.
The Qian Tian Palace was deathly silent, with only the crackling sound of the burning karmic fire echoing in the air.
Everyone witnessed this tragic scene. The Blood Lotus Envoys slowly dispelled the formation, turned around and left, their figures appearing particularly eerie and terrifying in the blood-red light.
Yan Sha stood aside, coldly watching all this, a hint of satisfaction flashing across his face.
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Meanwhile, in the square outside the Qiantian Palace, the crowd was locked in a fierce battle, their inner strength surging and sword energy crisscrossing.
In the midst of this chaos, a sudden, strange aura quietly permeated the air, causing everyone to pause involuntarily.
Immediately afterwards, an inexplicable chill seeped out from the Qian Tian Hall, like the most biting wind in winter, piercing the hearts of everyone present.
Everyone, whether they were experts from the righteous or evil paths, or even those Celestial Realm experts who were originally indifferent and only wanted to observe, all felt a sense of life slipping away.
"No……"
Someone whispered, their voice filled with unbelievable fear.
Yes, Emperor Si Yiqi of the Great Qian Dynasty, the emperor who sat on the dragon throne and should have been protected by thousands and enjoyed all the riches and honors of the world, quietly extinguished his life in front of everyone at this moment.
This was not merely the end of life, but also the collapse of the dignity of the Great Qian Dynasty, and the sudden fall of the unshakable tower of faith in the hearts of countless people.
The battle in the square came to an instant. Everyone seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the solemn and silent Qian Tian Palace.
An oppressive silence filled the air, as if time itself had frozen.
Si Cangqiong, the last remaining pillar of the Great Qian Dynasty, the ancestor who had reached the limit of the half-step Celestial Realm, trembled slightly in the air, as if struck by an invisible hammer, and the light in his eyes instantly became complicated and unpredictable.
Anger, grief, resentment... all these emotions intertwined and eventually turned into an uncontrollable rage that burned fiercely in his chest.
His eyes blazed with fury as he stared coldly at the Styx Ancestor opposite him. The killing intent in his eyes was so intense it was almost tangible, as if it could transform into a sharp sword aura at any moment, cutting down the enemy before him.
"Old Ghost of the Styx, how dare you!"
Si Cangqiong's voice was low and hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
The Styx Ancestor laughed heartily, then gently waved his hand, subtly gesturing to the Blood Abyss Demon Lord, Free Heaven Mara, Great Brahma, Wang Xianzhi, and others below.
When Blood Abyss Demon Lord and the others saw the death of Styx Ancestor, a fierce glint flashed across their faces.
"withdraw!"
With a command from the Styx Ancestor, his voice, as cold as ice, pierced through the night sky and clearly reached everyone's ears. Instantly, his figure transformed into a blood-red shadow, rushing into the night sky first.
In an instant, the experts of the Blood Sea Demon Sect burst into action, transforming into streaks of blood-red light and rushing out of the palace.
Their movements were unpredictable and their speed astonishing, clearly indicating that they were well-prepared and wanted to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible.
Blood Abyss Demon Lord's body was surrounded by surging blood waves, like a giant beast in a raging sea. But as he retreated, he did not forget to wave his hand and scatter a cloud of blood mist. The blood mist contained chaotic and confusing power to hold off the pursuers for a moment and buy them some time to escape.
Mara and Brahma each displayed their supernatural powers. The former moved through the crowd with an eerie figure, leaving behind a trail of blood and gore with each appearance, yet no one dared to stop him, for life and death were irrelevant wherever he went. The latter was also surrounded by a great aura of Buddha, which was mixed with a strange demonic nature. When he struck out with his palm, it had both the intention of salvation and the power of destruction, causing all who approached to feel fear and give way.
Wang Xianzhi, the lord of Wudi City, turned around without hesitation. Under his mental control, the eighteen azure dragons transformed into a blue storm that swept towards the enemies who tried to stop him. Wherever they passed, there was devastation, and no one dared to confront them head-on.
"Trying to escape? Hmph, none of you will get away today!"
Si Cangqiong's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire palace. His aura surged, and he unleashed the full power of his half-step limit-level Celestial Being, as if he were to single-handedly save the collapsing world.
With a roar, he moved like lightning toward the Styx Ancestor, the Azure Sky Sword in his hand shining brightly, its tip pointing directly at the departing dark red figure.
At the same time, Si Ruokong also sprang up, unleashing the power of the Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm once again. A giant dragon phantom roared out, chasing after the Blood Sea Demon Sect members.
However, the Styx Ancestor and his group had planned ahead and their retreat route was extremely clever. They not only avoided the main force of the Great Qian Dynasty's experts, but also used the abandoned demonic cultivators and villains as cover to create chaos and hinder Si Cangqiong and his group's pursuit.
Those abandoned wandering demons and villains, faced with the sudden change, had a flash of despair and anger in their eyes.
They came for the benefits, but they never expected to become pawns of others. Now they can only fight to the death, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this chaos.
Faced with the wrath of the experts of the Great Qian Dynasty, they could only fight desperately, attempting to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
However, it was all in vain. Their fate was sealed the moment the Styx Ancestor and the others decided to retreat.
Si Cangqiong laughed in extreme anger, his laughter containing endless sorrow and rage.
He flashed and appeared behind a wandering demonic cultivator who was trying to escape. With a palm strike, the cultivator turned into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared into the night sky without even uttering a sound.
"ah--"
Screams rang out, accompanied by flashes of sword light, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
These wandering demons and villains, though possessing extraordinary cultivation, were as insignificant as ants before powerful figures like Si Cangqiong and Si Ruokong, who were at the Celestial Realm. They could only watch helplessly as their life force was extinguished by the sword light.
The Styx Ancestor and his companions, however, showed no interest in fighting. Their figures moved like lightning as they sped along, occasionally glancing back with cold smiles in their eyes.