Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 217 - 214: Crumble

Chapter 217: Chapter 214: Crumble

"Corpse King, sir!"

Looking at the Netherworld Corpse King who had become a cold cadaver, the Heavenly Demon General and Mountain Demon General were utterly dumbfounded. They could not have imagined that the once seemingly invincible Netherworld Corpse King would be erased by Ye Xuan so easily.

According to their plan, they were to first trap the experts from the Six Great Sects outside with the Hundred Ghosts Extermination Immortal Formation and then wait for five days. At that time, the Netherworld Corpse King would be fully revived and surely create a storm of blood and carnage, slaughtering all the strong from the Sects within the formation.

However, the current situation was that the Netherworld Corpse King had been slain before he could even demonstrate his power.

Moreover, he was killed by a mere disciple of the Heavenly Martial Hall, which was absolutely preposterous.

But now, obviously, there was not much time for them to ponder. Just a dozen breaths after the Netherworld Corpse King was slain, the Heavenly Demon General roared to the Mountain Demon General, "Run!"

Then the two hastily fled.

"Run? Not so easy!"

Flood Dragon sneered coldly, then his body swelled, morphing into his true form. He immediately activated his demonic power and his thick dragon tail lashed out at the two.

Despite the water resistance in the Blood Soul Pond, Flood Dragon was naturally unfazed by water; instead, it posed no hindrance whatsoever. The dragon tail moved swiftly, striking the two almost instantaneously as if to capture them both.

At that moment, a cold gleam flashed across the eyes of the Heavenly Demon General, and suddenly, he struck the Mountain Demon General beside him with a palm, sending him flying backward.

"You!"

The Mountain Demon General had never dreamed that the Heavenly Demon General would sacrifice him to buy time to escape. But before he could say anything, his body was smashed into mush by the dragon tail.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon General rapidly flapped the dark wings on his back and quickly vanished from sight.

"This guy is ruthless enough, sacrificing his own comrade without hesitation."

Flood Dragon did not continue the chase, nor was there a need to pursue further. Moreover, Ye Xuan was still unconscious, so he obviously could not leave him.

However, in this short period, Ye Xuan had also woken up. His head was a bit painful, a result of the soul assault from the Netherworld Corpse King. After all, the activation of the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit was a subsequent event; before that, Ye Xuan had indeed endured a direct soul assault.

"What’s going on?"

Ye Xuan rubbed his head and then looked at the floating corpse of the Netherworld Corpse King nearby, also momentarily shocked.

After taking that soul assault, he had lost consciousness, and upon awakening, the Netherworld Corpse King had already turned into a corpse, which was truly miraculous.

"Little Long, you’re awesome, huh? The Netherworld Corpse King was taken down by you just like that?" Ye Xuan twisted his neck, naturally assuming that the Netherworld Corpse King had been dealt with by Flood Dragon.

"It’s not me who is awesome, it’s you. I didn’t kill this Corpse King; he was tortured to death by you alive," Flood Dragon said with some tz tz.

"Oh?"

Ye Xuan’s eyes lit up slightly. Could it be that he had killed it? With his current strength, wiping out this Netherworld Corpse King that could challenge a Flood Dragon was practically impossible, unless the fragmented Martial Arts Primordial Spirit in his mind had played a role.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan still could not help but feel a chill, as who could have anticipated that the Netherworld Corpse King would target his life first? If the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit hadn’t worked, he would have been doomed this time.

However, after absorbing the soul of the Netherworld Corpse King, Ye Xuan felt much stronger. It was not a strong cultivation, but a strength of soul.

Among the intangible connections of the soul, there seemed to be an imprint; it was Ye Xuan’s fragmented Martial Arts Primordial Spirit. Previously, he couldn’t feel it at all, but now, he could clearly sense the location of this Martial Arts Primordial Spirit.

It seemed that after absorbing the soul of the Netherworld Corpse King, the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit had also been somewhat automatically repaired.

"The risks today were worth it after all."

The Martial Arts Primordial Spirit required reaching the stage of Martial Emperor in cultivation before one could be qualified to condense it. Although Ye Xuan was only a First Grade Martial Sect, even a remnant Martial Arts Primordial Spirit could exert fatal pressure on those strong in the Martial Sect ranks.

Now one could say the Flood Dragon was Ye Xuan’s second card up his sleeve, and this fragmented Martial Arts Primordial Spirit was his ace. As the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit slowly reconstructed itself, Ye Xuan also began to feel progressively more secure.

Nevertheless, when Ye Xuan’s Martial Arts Primordial Spirit first traveled from the Heavenly Realm to the lower realms, it suffered severe damage. To fully recover instantly was nearly impossible; recovery could only be achieved slowly, a process bound to be exceedingly long.

"Ye Xuan, what exactly is this imprint on your brow? It should be time for you to let me know," seeing Ye Xuan pondering deeply, Little Long couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"What use would knowing do? You just need to understand that this can be a lifesaver at critical moments; that’s enough."

Ye Xuan did not want to explain further. If he said it was the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit, Little Long definitely wouldn’t believe it. Regarding the fact that he was a rebirth of Martial God, that was a top secret; the fewer people knew about it, the better, preferably no one at all.

"Now that the Netherworld Corpse King is dead, we should head out."

Walking over to the corpses of the Netherworld Corpse King and the Mountain Demon General, Ye Xuan extracted each person’s Martial Arts Golden Core, his face revealing a hint of joy. At his peak, the Netherworld Corpse King was a Fifth Grade Martial Sect, and the energy contained within his Martial Arts Golden Core was bound to be incredibly vast. Though difficult to refine at the moment, it would be reserved for later. As for the Mountain Demon General, he was at least a Third Grade Martial Sect, and if Ye Xuan could refine this Martial Arts Golden Core, he had the confidence to aim for Second Grade Martial Sect.

The gains from this trip were indeed considerable.

Carefully storing the Golden Cores away, Little Long returned to the Beast Soul Token, and Ye Xuan promptly moved upstream.

...

Surrounding the Blood Soul Pond.

By then, the experts from the Six Great Sects, who had been trapped in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Extermination Formation, had managed to enter after Mu Yan sabotaged the Prohibition from within. With both the Heavenly Demon General and the Mountain Demon General gone, the Black Demon Sect’s morale dissolved. After figures like the Blood Demon King had fled, those from the Black Demon Sect who failed to escape were mostly killed or captured.

"It turns out the Blood Soul Pond exists here; good thing we entered in time, or the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Around an hour later, as the battle mostly concluded, the masters from the Six Great Sects, looking at the Blood Soul Pond before them, displayed various expressions, some starting to marvel.

The Blood Soul Pond’s notoriety was well-known to most of them. Seeing its true form, they were inevitably astounded. Most were still unaware of how the crisis had been averted, still thinking it was their own doing.

Whoosh!

At that moment, from the Blood Soul Pond, a huge wave suddenly surged, and a figure swept out, landing on the shore—it was Ye Xuan.