The palm, devoid of any blood, unleashed a terrifying power. Even an Emperor-grade immortal treasure, which had once brushed against imperial qi, was instantly shattered. The fearsome aura, through the cracks of the secret vault, swept across the entire Burial Dragon Island. Beings waiting outside, prepared to receive those entering the vault, were utterly defenseless against this monstrous wave. In the vast sea territory, Mao Xiang’s face contorted in panic. He hastily abandoned his immortal treasure warship and fled into the Mica-Dao. The danger was too immense. Trembling within the Mica-Dao, Mao Xiang was drenched in cold sweat, gasping for air. Even from such a distance, he felt a mortal threat.
He could scarcely imagine the extent of the damage endured by Li Bai and Qi Jiguang within the secret vault. Had General Chang Yuchun been present, he too would have perished instantly. On Burial Dragon Island, all immortal treasures, sentient beings, spiritual materials, and arrays were obliterated. The rolling tide of blood, advancing only a few inches, was completely annihilated.
Within the secret vault, two phantoms, consumed by fear and unwillingness, dissipated completely. The two Emperor-grade immortal treasures, from their appearance to their end, were met with merely a glance from the Emperor Corpse. A slight clench of its right hand, and both dissolved. Nan Tianxun and Zi Lanxin, who had refined these immortal treasures, spat out mouthfuls of blood. Their physical bodies and primordial spirits were instantly weakened to their limits. In the eyes of Li Bai and Qi Jiguang, this immense backlash was a final desperate act by the two phantoms, who had expended their last vestiges of immortal power to protect Zi Lanxin and Nan Tianxun. Had it not been for this, how could two Immortal Monarch beings withstand such a retaliatory force!
"Indeed, a former supreme powerhouse. Truly too formidable," Qi Jiguang said, his gaze fixed tensely on the Emperor Corpse.
The Immortal Emperors of the Six Fires Cult and the Southern Sky Immortal Dynasty had merely achieved the rank of Immortal Emperor and controlled a single imperial mandate. They had never emerged after stepping onto the ancient star path. However, the Burial Dragon Immortal Emperor was a mighty existence who controlled eighteen imperial mandates. These three were not even in the same league.
At this moment, none of the surviving beings dared to move. They watched the Emperor Corpse, its eyes vacant, its hand still poised in the void. Each creature held its breath, fearing that the slightest flow of air might disturb the incomparably powerful Emperor Corpse. Li Bai and Qi Jiguang watched with solemn faces, while the others trembled within their souls.
For the beings from the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, the Six Fires Cult, and the Southern Sky Immortal Dynasty, the greatest power they had ever witnessed was merely that of their ancestors. Even the Emperor-grade immortal treasures, capable of eradicating beings at the quasi-emperor realm, were something they saw for the first time, yet they were still annihilated by a single punch from the Emperor Corpse. This scene was utterly terrifying.
The destructive immortal divine power of the two Emperor-grade immortal treasures, sufficient to obliterate all beings below the Immortal Emperor realm, was like an ant, extinguished by a mere glance, a simple clenching of a fist!
Lao Fuzi's pupils constricted, his entire body chilled. The Emperor Corpse was initially a weapon they yearned to possess. Yet, after witnessing this today, who could have imagined that across the eons, this Emperor Corpse had gestured forth a sliver of sentience? He swallowed hard, his face twitching violently. Emperor-grade immortal treasures were no match for the Emperor Corpse; he had known this from the start.
"What do we do! What do we do! If even Emperor-grade immortal treasures are not its match, aren't we just seeking death!"
Nan Tianxun wailed in a low voice. At this moment, let alone a Golden Immortal, even a Profound Immortal could easily slay him. The shattering of the Emperor-grade immortal treasure had inflicted a massive backlash, severely injuring him. Now, even moving was incredibly difficult, as if his body and primordial spirit were cursed.
"Thump~"
"Thump~"
"Thump~"
Heartbeat-like sounds echoed from the Emperor Corpse. Each beat exerted an irresistible pressure on everyone. Without the protection of Emperor-grade immortal treasures, Di Xinyuan, Zi Lanxin, Lao Fuzi, Principal Zhang, Zhuang Zhuo, and the petrified Xia Hou Ni Yun were all suppressed. As they knelt, their knees struck the ground like thunderous divine bolts!
Crack!
Most notably, the knees of Zi Lanxin, Di Xinyuan, and Nan Tianxun exploded. The Emperor Corpse seemed to hold a grudge, and the pressure it exerted on these three was clearly heavier than on others. Facing the plight of several individuals, Li Bai and Qi Jiguang remained shrouded in a layer of light, shielding them from the Emperor Corpse’s might.
The Emperor Corpse walked forward step by step, as if it did not see Li Bai and Qi Jiguang. Its vacant eyes remained fixed on Di Xinyuan, Zi Lanxin, Lao Fuzi, Principal Zhang, Zhuang Zhuo, and Xia Hou Ni Yun. As the Emperor Corpse approached, their fear grew. At this moment, it was so close to the Emperor Corpse they desired to seize, so close that they could see its bloodless, perfectly clear face by merely lifting their heads.
Boom!
Nan Tianxun’s head exploded. His primordial spirit was sealed in the void by tendrils of blood.
"Emperor!"
The Emperor Corpse stiffly uttered a single word and directly devoured Nan Tianxun’s primordial spirit. After consuming Nan Tianxun’s primordial spirit, the Emperor Corpse turned its gaze towards Di Xinyuan and the others. Its vacant primordial spirit was like the Great Dao, existing yet ethereal, impossible to fathom. At this moment, the bodies of Di Xinyuan, Zi Lanxin, Zhuang Zhuo, and Xia Hou Ni Yun began to levitate, traces of blood seeping from their skin. Li Bai and Qi Jiguang watched calmly. Lao Fuzi and Principal Zhang, kneeling beside them, were almost scared to death. Lao Fuzi, who could make the Nine Realms tremble with a mere stomp in the outside world, was now like an ant or a dog, trembling and kneeling there, quietly awaiting death!
Drips of blood fell, splashing onto the faces of Lao Fuzi and Principal Zhang. They knew that Di Xinyuan and the others were likely beyond saving, and it would soon be their turn.
However, after several breaths, they could still see the Emperor Corpse’s feet, yet death had not descended. Those few breaths felt like an eternity. Suddenly, the suppression on them vanished, and they collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
A terrifying aura filled the entire plaza. Lao Fuzi looked at the motionless Emperor Corpse in horror. Its vacant eyes were fixed solely on Li Bai and Qi Jiguang, who stood before it.
Its advancing steps seemed to recoil!
Retreat!
Lao Fuzi observed the Emperor Corpse's involuntary movement, or perhaps it was more fitting to call it muscle memory. Facing an insurmountable danger, an instinctive muscle memory sought to evade!
How was this possible!
Lao Fuzi’s rigid, disbelieving gaze turned towards Li Bai and Qi Jiguang.