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Chapter 293 - 48 Divine Emperor: Gutter Rat, Come and See My Fist of the Future

Chapter 293: Chapter 48 Divine Emperor: Gutter Rat, Come and See My Fist of the Future

Marquis Wanlian’s Court, inside the mystic-colored attic.

A meeting to ambush Qingcang had drawn to a close.

The various powers had departed, leaving only Marquis Wanlian and the Sect Leader of the Shangqing Sect inside the attic.

Marquis Wanlian stood up and bowed to the old Daoist holding the horsetail whisk, his lazy demeanor instantly swept away and replaced by solemnity:

"Teacher, I must trouble you this time."

"For the sake of the common people, to spare them from the ravages of war, what is this body of mine to be spared."

"Marquis, this time in killing the great Mo, we can take the opportunity to swallow up the mountains and rivers of the southeast for billions of miles, and even take control of the southern part of the human world, to restart the great Qian dynasty."

"You are of the Ancestor Qian’s bloodline, once you sit over the human world, you occupy it, even if Ancestor Qian returns, he will only give his recognition."

"Teacher, Marquis’s Court has millions of soldiers and a hundred thousand practitioners, all fully prepared, just waiting to annihilate the great Mo, to take advantage of this momentum."

Marquis Wanlian’s body stood erect, hands clasped behind, gazing forward with a burning intensity as if ready to set rivers and mountains ablaze.

To reestablish the great Qian was the ideal that every royal offspring had harbored for four years and believed was a certainty to be realized.

After all, the great Qian dynasty had existed since ancient times, and its recent disintegration over a scant four years was merely a ripple in the lengthy river of time, destined ultimately to return to its proper path.

"Marquis, after reestablishing the Imperial Court, you must not be like the previous Emperor Qian, indulging in wanton pleasures, viewing the common people as pigs and dogs, and treating the sects and noble families as nothing."

"Teacher, you understand my character well, this world will be shared amongst the sects and all of humanity," Marquis Wanlian said with clear sincerity, softly chuckling.

"Shangqing Sect will never fail your grace."

The old Daoist nodded his head and stood up.

Turn around!

He walked towards the exit of the attic, and at the moment he was about to cross the threshold, his steps faltered slightly.

"The ghosts and spirits are behaving rather strangely of late, or to be more precise, the ghosts and spirits active in the human world these days are all quite peculiar."

"I will take heed, Teacher."

Knowing his disciple had taken the reminder to heart, the old Daoist no longer hesitated and stepped out of the attic.

Only the young man, standing with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky, remained.

The young man’s face once again assumed its usual laziness, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

Elsewhere.

The spectral ghosts wreathed in black mist, wary of the Daoist and Marquis Wanlian.

After leaving the Marquis’s Court, they traveled one hundred thousand miles in the blink of an eye and entered the Underworld.

At this moment in the Underworld’s Dragon Court, tall figures shrouded in ghostly qi, regardless of strength, stood around the perimeter like guards.

The black-misted ghostly spirit glanced around and then strode into the Dragon Court.

Crossing gate after gate, it arrived at the deepest part of the Underworld’s Dragon Court.

On the Dragon Throne belonging to King Yama, a graceful figure was seated.

The figure was blurry and indistinct, leaning against the Dragon Throne, supporting her cheek with one hand.

"Your Majesty, the Divine Emperor is on our trail," the ghostly spirit in the black fog directly dispelled the surrounding ghostly qi, revealing its true appearance.

It was an old man dressed in golden iron clothes, with a majestic build, his eyes cold and filled with a bone-chilling murderous intent.

The entire Underworld’s Dragon Court seemed to grow colder at this moment.

"We take action, surround and kill him, to avenge the obliterated Realm."

"Peng King, you are agitated," a calm voice came from the Dragon Throne.

"What’s the use of deploying power to surround and kill a mere avatar?"

"What we need to do now is to take over the entire Underworld, to assist my sister in cutting off the retreat of the Six Saints, weakening their power."

"And finally to take over the world."

The Heavenly Fox Emperor spoke softly, her beautiful eyes calm, showing no signs of hatred or vengeance.

It was as if it had not been her who suffered nine deaths, grievously wounded, plummeting from the status of Demon Emperor.

"The Heavenly Demon Realm is already ruined, the Demon Tribe needs a place to dwell."

"I understand, Your Majesty," said the Peng King, suppressing the urge to kill within his heart, and nodding in acknowledgment.

The Heavenly Fox Emperor’s hand fell from her cheek and lightly tapped on the armrest.

"However, creating more trouble for him is something our tribe should indeed do."

"If we do this..."

...

The following day, early in the morning.

The sun began to rise.

The war chariot streaked across the Vault of Heaven, pulled by a donkey and a Jin Niu, directly entering Marquis Wanlian’s domain.

Suddenly, the war chariot came to a halt, and Liang Hui’s gaze became slightly focused as he took back the Jade Slip in his hand.

The corners of his mouth curled up:

"Interesting."

Four figures stood side by side, blocking the path in front of the chariot.

Each figure was as imposing as gods and Mo, their overwhelming aura shaking mountains and rivers for hundreds of thousands of miles.

"Qingcang, your journey ends here. Disband the Divine Dynasty, bow your head in submission, and I’ll let you live today,"

A young man clad in Mystic Colored Battle Armor stepped forward.

Boom!

With just one step, the prayers and prostrations of thousands filled the heavens and the earth.

Even the weeds on the ground and the pebbles in the mountains seemed to be singing their praises.

Ha!

Amidst light laughter, a figure rose to his full height and stepped out of the war chariot.

Standing midair, his seven-foot-tall body somehow gave the impression of filling the entire world.

All prayers and bowing had dissipated the moment Liang Hui stepped out of the chariot.

Ignoring the solemn-looking Marquis Wanlian, he turned his gaze to the Blue Armored Battle Immortal.

After a brief pause, he looked towards the old Daoist.

"Shangqing Sect, the cost of your involvement this time will be more than you can bear,"

He sighed softly, with a touch of complex emotion.

The old Daoist stepped forward, looking at the donkey pulling the carriage.

"Sir, humiliating a senior from my sect like this, I can’t just stand by."

His withered palm brushed over the dust, his expression earnest.

"Fellow Daoist, let go of our sect elder and disband the Divine Dynasty, and I can be the master of your departure."

Liang Hui shook his head, his eyes growing ever more indifferent.

"Fellow Qingcang, in our pursuit of cultivation, we only seek immortality. To common folk, everything is but fleeting clouds, why don’t you take a step back?"

The old Daoist urged again.

Upon seeing the man before him for the first time, his thoughts changed, as Qingcang was more powerful than he had imagined.

"Stepping back is not an issue, but you lot are not worthy!"

"Not worthy?"

The old Daoist chuckled softly as his ample Taoist Robe fluttered fiercely.

Suddenly he stepped forward, and his horsetail whisk slashed down.

Boom!

In an instant, within the mountains and rivers, myriad divine lights burst forth fiercely into the sky, intertwining with each other or swirling in groups of three or five, in a terrifying display that defies description.

They slashed towards Liang Hui.

"Now, let’s see if I’m worthy or not."

Once he took action, the Shangqing Sovereign was decisively resolute, without any hesitation.

Thousands of years of accumulated Spiritual Power shook the Vault of Heaven, drawing upon tenfold, a hundredfold of the world’s energies, stirring the void of heaven and earth.

World-shaking tremors spread at a pace beyond ordinary understanding, not a leakage of power but rather a secret technique to harness the void, borrowing the force of millions of mountains and rivers to vanquish the great enemy.

In this moment, not only was Marquis Wanlian behind him inexplicably shocked, but even the Blue Armored War General looked solemn.

Only the ever-constant unknown spirits and ghosts remained, stupefied.

Amid the slight trembling of the long sky, Liang Hui watched the Sea of Dust Wands that spanned from heaven to earth, complex to the extreme, and fiercely powerful, with ripples forming in the depths of his eyes.

Even though he had "dreamed" through countless lives and encountered various scenarios, this strike would rank near the top.

What a pity!

After five years of arduous cultivation and absorbing knowledge from three worlds, he was the best in the world when it came to fist techniques.

This was also why he dared to take on the body of a single divine lineage, flatten the world, and establish the Divine Dynasty.

He extended his arm flatly forward, with pale golden light swirling around his fingertips, transforming once between finger and palm.

In an instant, the golden light changed into yellow, red, blue, green, and gold, intertwining and colliding with each other tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, of times in a fraction of a moment.