The Qianlong Pavilion galaxy is not very far from Earth. Especially when a Saint Realm expert risks their life to accelerate, they can travel many times faster than a spaceship.
As the second night was about to pass, Silver Dragon’s light was about to reach Earth’s atmosphere. However, after such a long journey, his energy for rapid flight had gradually diminished. Meanwhile, the Black Wind Elder, who had been chasing him like a persistent parasite, was catching up.
Just as the glow of the Silver Dragon Armor Sword Saint was about to touch Earth’s faint blue atmosphere, the Black Wind Elder had already appeared before him.
With just a light slap on the Silver Dragon’s glow, the gap in power between a peak Saint Realm and a newly entered Saint Realm became evident. The entire silver dragon abruptly halted, all forward momentum dissipating from that single strike.
“You dare to send a warning still?” The Black Wind Elder glared furiously. Fortunately, he had intercepted the messenger before entering Earth. Otherwise, the humiliation of a mere Elder being unable to stop a traitor would severely damage his reputation.
The Silver Dragon Armor Sword Saint had long been at the end of his strength. After being struck and reverted to his original form, he was barely alive, his sword falling into space, powerless to resist any further.
“Your emperor can barely protect himself, and you still dare to send a warning?” the Black Wind Elder sneered darkly. “Just die obediently.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the Black Wind Elder unleashed his second, full-powered strike.
Since his previous defeat at the hands of Yang Hao and Xie Fengjian, who had shattered his Thousand Soul Seal, the Black Wind Elder had absorbed part of the dark souls from the seal into his body. Since then, his palms carried a sinister, deadly force.
However, as this fatal blow struck the head of the Silver Dragon Armor Sword Saint, the Black Wind Elder clearly saw a strange smile appear on his face. Illuminated by the glow of the three golden dragon illusions surrounding the atmosphere, the smile was particularly striking.
The deadly strike landed, but the Sword Saint’s body suddenly shattered into fine silver dust, each particle seemingly alive, drifting toward the three golden dragon illusions.
Before the Black Wind Elder could react, the three golden dragon illusions trembled and, like soap bubbles, suddenly burst outside Earth’s atmosphere.
The entire galaxy dimmed.
These three golden dragon illusions had been set up by the Heroic Emperor to display his glorious life. The Elders had dismissed them as mere vanity, never expecting this to be a crucial part of the Emperor’s long-term plan.
The Black Wind Elder stared blankly at the vanished illusions, his heart sinking.
But what was lost could never be regained, just like the silver dust now drifting into space. Who could have imagined the immense power that once lived within?
With a stomp, the Black Wind Elder dared not delay further, rushing back toward the Qianlong Pavilion galaxy.
The Heroic Emperor witnessed the dramatic change in the sky.
That night, he and Feng were both gazing upward. More than just watching the cosmos, they were waiting for a signal from Qianlong Pavilion.
Those three golden dragon illusions were the highest emergency signal between Earth and Qianlong Pavilion. Normally, a mere divine thought from Qianlong Pavilion would alter the dragons’ behavior. But this time, the Elder Council’s encirclement was too tight, forcing the sacrifice of a Saint Realm expert.
As the Silver Dragon and Black Wind clashed in the sky, the Heroic Emperor’s expression subtly changed. When the Silver Dragon dissolved into dust, taking the golden illusions with it, the Emperor struck the railing again in sorrow.
“Your Majesty!” Qin Feng also lost his composure, his eyes showing a rare panic.
“The highest crisis from Qianlong Pavilion,” the Heroic Emperor sighed to the heavens. “It seems the Elders have truly attacked. I wonder if that power has been discovered.”
“Three hundred Elders, eight Directors unleashing their full force. Even if that power is revealed, it won’t be enough to resist,” Qin Feng felt a bitter taste in his heart. Twenty years of effort—was it all to be destroyed in an instant?
The Heroic Emperor was silent for a long time before a smile appeared on his lips.
“Your Majesty,” Qin Feng bowed respectfully.
“Arm up!” the Heroic Emperor commanded, raising his head. “I’m going out.”
Qin Feng was stunned.
Going out? Was it even possible?
Thirty-six Ghosts stood by the palace, and the corpses of tens of thousands of palace guards lay piled up, blood flowing like rivers. Could he truly escape from such a Dragon-Imprisoning Formation?
But the Heroic Emperor’s word was final.
Qin Feng also smiled faintly. He understood the Emperor’s thoughts. After twenty years as a close aide, as the Emperor had said, Qin Feng wasn’t just a subordinate—he was a brother. A brother would naturally understand.
The Heroic Emperor had lived a life of pride, never bowing to anyone. Trapped here for three months without fighting to the death was only because Qianlong Pavilion still existed. As long as that force remained undiscovered, the Emperor always had a chance to strike back.
But now was different. Qianlong Pavilion was in imminent danger, possibly about to be wiped out. In such circumstances, the Heroic Emperor naturally no longer had any reason to play the caged dragon.
Besides Qin Feng, no one else would understand the Heroic Emperor’s resolve.
The Elders wouldn’t understand. Neither would the妖姬.
(Note: “妖姬” is transliterated as “Yaoji” below, assuming it’s a proper noun or title. If it’s a general term, it could also be translated as “demoness” or “malevolent beauty” depending on context.)
Final version with transliteration:
The Elders wouldn’t understand. Neither would the Yaoji.
The Heroic Emperor could not be caged, and neither could a dragon. Anyone who tried to cage a dragon would only end in mutual destruction.
And now was the time for that reckoning.
As the Heroic Emperor donned his dragon armor and stood ten steps away from the thirty-six Ghost幽 barrier, hidden palace guards surged from all directions around the palace.
A total of twenty-four sword master battalions, two thousand sword masters, over a thousand grand sword masters. Except for the Snow Night Star Lion Corps, all wore black armor, silently standing behind the Emperor.
This was the full force that Qin Feng had painstakingly cultivated, the last line of defense for the royal family. The palace guards stood as silent as the armor they wore. They knew today’s fate was only death—but wasn’t that the true glory of the palace guard? Their热血 (re xue, meaning “passionate blood”) flowed in their young chests, and the honor of being warriors had long overcome the fear of death.
Six palace guards together could barely drag the Heroic Emperor’s heavy sword from the sword vault to this spot, leaving a long scar along the way.
This was the heavy sword the Heroic Emperor had wielded in his youth, forged from a meteorite. For decades, he had never replaced it with a divine weapon, only to honor someone in his heart.
With a wave of his hand, the Heroic Emperor summoned the sword that six men could barely move. The familiar weight flowed into his palm. The Heroic Emperor felt a warmth in his chest, where a protective seal kept his life force flowing.
Fifty years had passed in a flash. The once hedonistic youth had now become the ruler of the world. But who would share in this glory and sorrow?
The Heroic Emperor gazed sorrowfully, raising the heavy sword high: “The sword is still in hand!”
“Roar!!” the palace guards responded.
The thirty-six Ghost幽 barriers quietly shimmered with deadly light amidst the roar.
Yang Hao also saw this scene. It was the second day and night he had waited outside the palace. He had refused all company, stubbornly staying there just to catch a glimpse of Lanling within the barrier.
Unfortunately, the next time Yang Hao saw Lanling was at the very moment the Heroic Emperor was about to unleash his final strike.
During these two days, Yang Hao had sat on the hill opposite the palace, cross-legged in meditation, with the Yan Rong Bow resting on his knees. Yet this supreme divine artifact in the universe, like the most stubborn old man, refused to open.
When the golden dragon illusions in the sky shattered, Yang Hao suddenly looked up. He sensed the Black Wind Elder’s presence come and go, followed by a sudden upheaval within the palace.
The armored Heroic Emperor, accompanied by Qin Feng and tens of thousands of palace guards, appeared before the barrier. This magnificent war march profoundly震撼ed Yang Hao.
“What are they doing?” Yang Hao’s heart pounded.
“Suicide,” Yuanzi said bluntly. He had long assessed the power of the Ghost, knowing that even if they sacrificed every life in the palace, they might not break through.
But in Yang Hao’s eyes, only Lanling mattered. The life or death of the old Emperor and Qin Feng wasn’t important. Lanling was Yang Hao’s woman, and he would not allow her to be harmed again.
Yang Hao saw Lanling leading the Snow Night Star Lion Corps beside the Emperor. Among the entire Snow Night Star Lion Corps, only Lanling had no mount. Yet, even on foot, the woman wielding a silver spear remained formidable, not inferior to anyone.
“Damn it!” A bad feeling surged in Yang Hao’s heart. He knew Lanling’s fiery temper—when the crisis struck, she would be the first to charge forward and sacrifice herself.
So he quickly mounted his sword and rushed toward the Ghostly barrier.
As Yang Hao reached the Ghost幽 barrier, the Heroic Emperor was delivering his first mighty strike.
“Roar!!” The Heroic Emperor radiated a strong Saint Realm aura. He was also a peak Saint Realm expert. His heavy sword swung with no flourish.
The white light of the thirty-six Ghost幽 barrier collided with the sword, causing violent tremors that shook the earth. Those with weak cultivation couldn’t even stand.
But even such a powerful defense couldn’t withstand the Heroic Emperor’s full strike. The heavy sword tore through the barrier like splitting granite, slowly but stubbornly cutting into it.
The deathly glow of the Ghost幽 intensified, unimaginable power radiating from the thirty-six figures, instantly killing the first wave of palace guards.
But the Heroic Emperor did not retreat. His curly hair flew in the wind, like the mighty lion king of decades ago.
“Roar!!!” The heavy sword, brimming with the ultimate power of the Saint Realm, was capable of tearing through a planet. Surprisingly, the Ghost幽 barrier was actually split open, leaving a tiny crack.
Yang Hao and Yuanzi were stunned. They had both tried this barrier, even Heide with his axe couldn’t break it. Now the Heroic Emperor had actually torn it open—a feat of sheer, unyielding courage.
But even a small crack didn’t mean the barrier was broken. The Ghost King’s power was interconnected, continuously replenishing the barrier and ready to seal any crack at any moment.
But the Heroic Emperor was not alone. Beside him stood Qin Feng, his companion of decades.
Qin Feng did not possess the Heroic Emperor’s lofty spirit, but he was the silent, shadowy supporter. As the Heroic Emperor swung his sword, Qin Feng flipped his right hand, unleashing an unprecedented surge of black energy. A black sword blade grew from the edge of his palm.
This was Qin Feng’s hidden power, revealed only twenty years ago when the Director Elders pushed to the Golden Steps, and he fought against Elder Wu Yi to a mutual defeat.
Now this black blade reappeared, joining the Heroic Emperor’s crack and slicing upward.
There was no grand explosion, but under Qin Feng’s full power, the crack widened threefold.
“Ah!!” How could Yang Hao miss such an opportunity? He roared to the sky, and Yingyue shot forth, striking the barrier and joining the battle.
The thirty-six Ghost幽 barriers wailed mournfully. The white glow turned blood-red, and the Ghost幽 grew more transparent, nearly dispersing into the air.
Three peak Saint Realm experts attacking the Ghost幽 barrier together—this was a rare event in a thousand years.
With their full power, the supposedly indestructible barrier truly began to crack, and the gap widened.
“Ugh!!” The ghost let out their loudest wail yet.
Then, the thirty-six Ghosts simultaneously lifted their heads.
Since the barrier’s creation, the thirty-six Ghosts had maintained the same posture, bowing their heads regardless of any attack, unmoving even in the cold wind.
But now, they suddenly raised their heads and opened their eyes.
The barrier surged with killing intent, winds and clouds shifting, blades like snowfalling.
Around the Saint Realm experts, countless snowflake-like sharp blades suddenly appeared, flying out from Ghost幽’s eyes. Wherever their gaze turned, the blades filled that space, launching a ferocious attack.
The Heroic Emperor did not withdraw his sword, nor did Qin Feng. They seemed to ignore all attacks, focusing only on increasing their power.
This was the true warrior’s style—offense without defense, using slaughter to stop slaughter.
The flying blades were intercepted by the palace guards. This time, Lanling was the first to charge forward, leading the entire Snow Night Star Lion Corps, who in turn led the palace guards in a surge.
When the thirty-six Ghost Lords simultaneously unleashed their gaze, the snow-like blades ruthlessly harvested lives. Countless black-armored warriors fell before even reaching the barrier.
Yang Hao’s side was less dangerous, as the Ghost幽’s snow blades were confined within the barrier. He faced almost no attack. But seeing Lanling, wounded and struggling to defend herself while bravely resisting, he grew increasingly anxious.
“Stupid woman!” Yang Hao roared while desperately tearing at the barrier.
“Don’t you dare interfere!!” Lanling still wore her defiant look. She swung her silver spear, deflecting attacks aimed at the Heroic Emperor and Qin Feng. But several blades aimed directly at her barely missed—her reckless, life-risking style was almost suicidal. At this rate, the Heroic Emperor and Qin Feng might survive, but Lanling would fall first.
Yang Hao gritted his teeth in frustration, but separated by the barrier, he could do nothing. His fury poured into Yingyue, which flared with intense flames.
The barrier widened by another inch.
“Good!” The Heroic Emperor roared in praise. “A young hero! My disciple wasn’t even this strong back then.”
“You idiot disciple!” Yang Hao was both angry and exhausted, with no patience left.
“My disciple was Situ Hai!!” Surprisingly, the Heroic Emperor even smiled at Yang Hao.
Yang Hao didn’t even hear it. His only concern was quickly tearing open this supposedly indestructible barrier and dragging the stupid woman Lanling out to punish her severely.
As thousands of palace guards fell, the thirty-six Ghost幽 barrier had been stretched to nearly the width of an arm. Judging by this, the supposedly unbreakable barrier was truly about to be destroyed here.
But the warriors on the battlefield forgot one person.
The most important and crucial person—the Director Elder Gui Elder, who had set up this barrier and remained in the capital.
Among the Nine Directors, Gui Elder was the most reclusive. He rarely appeared and seldom expressed opinions on the empire, only stepping in during crises to help the Elder Council resolve issues.
It was said that Gui Elder wasn’t truly human. He was some kind of being between a ghost and a person. Long ago, Gui Elder was a sect master of a cultivation school, nearly reaching immortality. But during the ascension trial, he failed to withstand the heavenly lightning, which shattered his soul and physical body.
At that moment of certain doom, the Supreme One appeared and saved half of his life. From then on, he became the most mysterious among the Nine Directors—Ghost Elder.
Gui Elder’s cultivation method was completely different from others. While others cultivated their own power, whether martial or magical, Gui Elder cultivated the dead. He sought to turn the most powerful deceased into his weapons.
The sixteen Ghost幽 were painstakingly gathered by him. Each had reached the Saint Realm in life, and several were even descendants of the royal family’s thirty-six branches. After becoming Ghost幽, the barrier they formed was unimaginably powerful.
Yet such a powerful barrier was nearly broken.
Even the coldly watching Ghost Elder in the clouds felt a tremor in his heart.
Wrapped in a black cloak, with a dark red headscarf covering his head, only two bottomless black holes showed where his eyes should be.
The deep void stared downward. Even though Yang Hao and the other two peak Saint Realm experts had torn open the barrier, Ghost Elder still made no move.
He wasn’t there to repair the barrier, but to perform another, more deadly task.
Specifically, to take the lives of the palace guards.
After a long incantation, Ghost Elder’s great spell was finally completed. He nodded slightly, spreading his skeletal hands. Unseen energy seeped through the barrier, spreading downward.
These energies did not target the fighting warriors, but the already fallen palace guard corpses.
As the black-armored warriors fought fiercely, seeing the Emperor nearly tear open a gap large enough for a person to slip through, their morale soared.
Yang Hao, the Heroic Emperor, and Qin Feng’s feat today was nearly comparable to the dragon-slaying warriors of ancient times.
But the black-armored warriors didn’t realize that as their morale rose, their fallen comrades beside them silently began to rise.
The dead do not move—that is a truth in normal circumstances.
But before Ghost Elder, all truths ceased to exist.
Under Ghost Elder’s great spell, these palace guard corpses had become terrifying ghost corpses, beginning to attack their former brothers with bare hands.
This sudden turn caused chaos throughout the palace guard ranks. When a comrade suddenly attacked from beside you, who could possibly understand what was happening?
By the time the palace guards realized they couldn’t kill all the enemies—because every fallen guard became a ghost corpse, multiplying the enemy forces—over three thousand had already died.
The Heroic Emperor and others were still desperately destroying the barrier at the front, while the rear had already descended into chaos. No one knew where the enemy was or who the real threat was.
The Heroic Emperor roared: “Qin Feng!!”
Qin Feng hesitated briefly before retracting his black blade, flying over the crowd into the ghost corpses. Wherever Qin Feng arrived, the puppet black-armored warriors’ heads exploded instantly, collapsing lifelessly.
“Sword formation!!” Qin Feng commanded decisively.
The surviving palace guard sword battalions quickly retreated three steps, isolating themselves from the ghost corpses. Now, the three thousand plus ghost corpses were fully exposed and surrounded by the palace guards.
Almost alone, Qin Feng flew into the ghost corpse formation. His black blade swirled like dark clouds, the puppet warriors’ heads exploding like balloons in the air. Qin Feng was giving his all. He had to eliminate these cursed creatures quickly, for he sensed greater trouble awaited the Heroic Emperor.
Yang Hao and the Heroic Emperor’s glorious mission suffered a setback due to the absence of a peak Saint Realm expert. Not only did they fail to widen the crack further, but the existing progress began to shrink.
The ghost let out low wails, but this time, it seemed like mockery directed at the Heroic Emperor.
Was this peerless emperor destined to remain trapped in an ultimate cage?
The Heroic Emperor laughed to the heavens. Suddenly, he tore open his dragon armor, revealing his still-robust chest. Facing him across the barrier, Yang Hao was shocked to discover that the Heroic Emperor was actually a dead body.
The great emperor of the Milky Way Empire, the ruler of all seas, had a dead body. Right at the Heroic Emperor Jia Ran’s heart was an unhealed wound, pierced by the sharpest dagger. From here, one could sense that the Heroic Emperor’s heart had long stopped beating, and there was no life force within his body.
What truly supported the Heroic Emperor’s body was a blood-red, six-petaled flower blooming on his chest. This flower was so vividly beautiful that it seemed ready to drip from his chest at any moment. Yet, it radiated powerful, endless life force.
“Heh!!” Yuanzi involuntarily sighed in admiration. Of course, he recognized its value, knowing it wasn’t an ordinary item but an enchantment. This was a high-level enchantment performed by someone who sacrificed their entire life to save someone already dead. The Heroic Emperor Jia Ran had died long ago. The one who saved him was probably a woman.
This secret would likely never be known by anyone else.
But that flower on his chest was the source of the Heroic Emperor’s strength—and his weakness. Not only Yang Hao, but even the Ghost beside the two, fixed their hollow eyes on it.
The Heroic Emperor suddenly struck his chest. The blood-red flower became even more vivid, bursting with life force several times stronger, surging into his heavy sword.
The gap in the barrier widened again.
“Damn it! I’m not even as good as this old man!!” Seeing the Heroic Emperor’s power surge, Yang Hao was unwilling to fall behind. He flipped his hand, grabbed the Flame-Fusing Bow behind him, and quickly channeled the fire god’s divine power from the bow into his palm. Yingyue’s black ominous flame reappeared, clashing against the Ghost’s幽 barrier.
It had an even more exaggerated effect. The barrier’s white glow was entirely overwhelmed by the black flames. These flames seemed to devour everything, actually burning a large hole right through the entire barrier—a hole large enough for a head to pass through.
Ghost Elder noticed that the power Yang Hao was channeling far exceeded that of the Heroic Emperor, even surpassing the Elders’ expectations. However, the immediate priority remained the Heroic Emperor. Ghost Elder quietly muttered a few incantations, issuing a command to the thirty-six Ghost幽.
The snow-like blades in the sky suddenly vanished.
But the air was filled with an even heavier scent of death.
The Heroic Emperor suddenly raised his head, locking eyes with the floating Ghost Elder. His gaze held too much anger and disdain. This peerless emperor, facing the Director Elder hovering in the sky, pursed his lips and actually spat: “Hmph!”
But next came the Heroic Emperor’s disaster.
The thirty-six Ghosts changed posture. The hands they had kept clasped in prayer were finally drawn out. Just like Qin Feng’s often-hidden hands, these Ghost hands were their most powerful weapons.
Gray, transparent palms flipped and formed powerful hand seals. The previously flying snow-like blades now condensed together, forming a silver spike that plummeted from the sky, directly aiming for the Heroic Emperor’s forehead.
That was the “Dragon-Slaying Spike!” One of the thirty divine weapons created by the Creator after the world’s formation. Before the Yanrong Bow was sealed into Zhurong, the Dragon-Slaying Spike ranked higher than it.
This silver spike had appeared several times in ancient records, always associated with dragon-slaying history. It was said that humans successfully slaying several dragons was entirely due to possessing several divine weapons from the Creator. The Dragon-Slaying Spike was the most important among them.
This spike was said to pierce any armor and break through countless defenses, originally the best weapon to breach the Ghost幽 barrier. However, unexpectedly, Ghost Elder had long integrated the Dragon-Slaying Spike into the Ghost幽 barrier, turning it into the most unpredictable deadly maneuver.
The Dragon-Slaying Spike fell toward the Heroic Emperor’s head, aiming to pierce the enchantment on his body and pin the invincible monarch within the barrier.
The Heroic Emperor didn’t even raise his eyelids. He roared again, increasing the force in his hands. The threat from the sky seemed completely unrelated to him.
But what shocked Yang Hao’s eyes wide open was Lanling rushing forward, raising her silver spear to block the Dragon-Slaying Spike for the Heroic Emperor.
“Stupid woman!!” Yang Hao stamped his foot. “It doesn’t matter if the old emperor dies, why are you showing off recklessly?”
But Lanling didn’t listen.
“Holy invincible! Break!!” Lanling’s Saint Realm power erupted from her silver spear, its tip shining like the sun.
But the Dragon-Slaying Spike’s power descended like a storm, effortlessly crushing Lanling.
Lanling spat a large mouthful of blood, her spear’s glow instantly dimming, yet she still stood before the Heroic Emperor, trying to block even the smallest bit of force.
“Idiot!! Idiot!! Idiot!!!” Yang Hao was furious to the extreme, his eyes nearly bleeding. His immense spiritual power condensed into five thick ice spears in the air, rapidly flying toward the Dragon-Slaying Spike.
The Dragon-Slaying Spike roared, the five ice spears barely touching it before turning to dust. This massive silver spike was unstoppable, heading straight for Lanling’s body.
“Quick, dodge!!” Yang Hao screamed in despair.
But Lanling only looked at him and closed her eyes.
“Ahh!” Seeing Lanling in imminent danger, Yang Hao could no longer hold back. He randomly grabbed a divine ring and activated its divine power.
The Archangel King Sa’an’s Great Light technique instantly enveloped the entire palace area, an endless surge of holy power washing away all impurities like a white waterfall.
The Great Light Art was the Archangel King of Light’s most renowned divine technique, almost a natural nemesis to dark beings. Even formidable dark entities like the Dark Angels would sustain severe damage when struck by the Great Light Art.
The last time Yang Hao used this technique, he easily eliminated the Ten Masters of Mingse and captured the ghost soul to refine into his elixir.
And all the ghostly creatures cultivated by Ghost Elder were undoubtedly dark forces, which should crumble under the Great Light technique.
So when the milky-white light spread like mercury in all directions, Yang Hao believed he could save Lanling’s life.
But he was wrong.
Yang Hao greatly underestimated Ghost Elder’s power. The Director Elder’s strength had already reached the peak of the Saint Realm. Moreover, Ghost Elder had once been a sect master in life, and even ascended to immortality. His understanding of the essence of power was beyond ordinary imagination.
Therefore, the Ghost幽 barrier he cultivated had long transcended the attributes of light and darkness. Or rather, it possessed both light and dark attributes.
So Yang Hao’s Great Light technique only slightly weakened the Ghost幽 and Ghost Elder’s power, causing them to become slightly paler, but it did not eliminate them.
As for the Dragon-Slaying Spike, it originated from the Creator’s creation, a source of power that embraced both light and darkness. It was unaffected by the Great Light spell and instead radiated even stronger energy under the holy light.
The only change was Lanling, who was almost collapsing. In the beautiful, milky-white light, she became softer, her long hair gently flowing behind her, and her eyes finally showed some warmth.
Perhaps it was a moment of true emotion at the edge of life and death, but in Yang Hao’s eyes, Lanling was especially beautiful, like a goddess—sacred and enchanting. Even her pale, delicate face and blood-stained, more vivid lips made Yang Hao’s heart ache.
The Dragon-Slaying Spike did not fall.
This almost made Yang Hao believe a miracle had occurred. But on the battlefield, there were no miracles. Suddenly, the black-robed Qin Feng appeared. He pointed one finger to the sky and one to the ground, his long robe billowing in the qi pressure. All his power concentrated into one finger, actually stopping the Dragon-Slaying Spike’s descent.
This scene made Ghost Elder feel incredible.
The ancient dragon-slaying weapon, imbued with the Creator’s energy, a divine artifact wielded by thirty-six Ghosts—yet Qin Feng actually stopped it.
And he really did stop it.
Just not very well. He was almost about to collapse. The overwhelming power of the Dragon-Slaying Spike struck Qin Feng’s body like countless tiny nails hammering into his marrow. The intense pain made Qin Feng regret being born.
But he still didn’t let go, because if he did, his most beloved disciple Lanling and the Heroic Emperor he had followed all his life would perish.
Qin Feng could only sacrifice his life to resist.
“The sword…” The Heroic Emperor’s face was filled with sorrow. He knew that Qin Feng would have to hold onto the Dragon-Slaying Spike until his life force was exhausted. Tears streamed down his face, “The sword is still in hand!”
“Roar!!” Qin Feng, along with all the palace guards, responded together.
A weak, dying response.
The Heroic Emperor and Yang Hao’s energy surged to the peak once again. The gap in the Ghost幽 barrier was torn wider and wider, now almost wide enough for a person to crawl through.
Yang Hao watched the gap widen and opened his mouth to call for Lanling to escape quickly. But in the blink of an eye, Ghost Elder did something else in the sky.
The Ghost Elder’s main body split into thirty-six clones. If the Supreme Elder himself had been present, he would surely have been amazed by the Ghost Elder’s recent progress.
The main body creating clones was a great art reserved for immortals. In this world, only divine and immortal beings possessed such ability. For example, the Fire God Zhurong’s clan could split one main god into countless clones.
But Ghost Elder actually created thirty-six clones in front of everyone’s eyes, beyond his main body. These clones looked exactly like Ghost Elder, just slightly dimmer in color.
The thirty-six clones quickly descended and entered the thirty-six Ghost幽 bodies.
The situation suddenly changed. Ghost You’s face instantly transformed into that of Ghost Elder. The main body of the Ghost You barrier had become Ghost Elder himself.
This was the ultimate transformation of the entire barrier. The Heroic Emperor nearly despaired.
The Ghost Elder’s clones were not mere illusions—they were manifestations of his divided power. In addition to the strength of his primary form, the Ghost Elder had split most of his power into thirty-six separate portions, which entered the Ghost幽 bodies. As a result, the Ghost幽 barrier, aside from its original might, had now merged with the Ghost Elder’s power.
The barrier’s light intensified. The Ghost幽, now replaced by clones of the Ghost Elder, suddenly raised their right hands and coldly pointed forward.
This was a judgment, a decree of death and annihilation.
Under the indifferent finger of the thirty-six clones, the palace guards fell like crops. They didn’t see any attack, nor did they have time to defend, before all their life force was drained.
Black-armored warriors fell in waves. Within just dozens of seconds, the ground was littered with corpses, screams echoing.
Even the Snow Night Star Lion Corps knights couldn’t escape. Lanling’s companions fell one by one under the deadly finger. The Snow Night Star Lions howled on the ground, as if the end of the world had arrived.
The Heroic Emperor was furious. He wanted to turn back to save his warriors, but before he could draw his sword, the peerless monarch faced his most severe crisis.
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