Chapter 1847: Immortal Envoy Strongman

“Captured by Master Kong?”

Zhang Xuan’s heart pounded with excitement upon hearing this. To be able to implant talisman seeds into Emperor Chen Yong’s father and others, his power must surely exceed that of a Blood Reincarnation expert. For a powerhouse of that level to be directly captured by Master Kong, just how strong was this Master of Ten Thousand Generations? No wonder he could suppress the Spirit race, preventing them from moving for tens of thousands of years. With such power, indeed no one would dare to resist.

“The talisman seeds themselves aren’t terrifying. Even if these people are controlled, if we unite and give it our all, we can still defeat them. It’s just…”

Emperor Chen Yong’s eyes showed deep worry.

“You’re worried about the origin of the talisman seeds?” Zhang Xuan looked at him.

This was something an Emissary of the Immortals had used in the past, meaning ordinary ancient sages, even the Three Emperors, could not possibly control it. Yet now, the opponent had brought it out and used it to control these people. Where did it come from? And what did it signify?

“Yes! The appearance of the talisman seeds indicates… that an Emissary of the Immortals will also appear. This is a true Ancient Sage Fourth-realm powerhouse, capable of shattering the void and remaining unharmed even when space itself fragments. If such a person helps him, no matter how many of us there are, it will be useless!” Emperor Chen Yong said.

There is only a small realm difference between Ancient Sage Fourth-realm and Third-realm, but their life levels are entirely disparate. One can shatter the void and enter higher planes, while the other can only remain here. This clearly shows the immense gap. For tens of thousands of years, the Spirit race and humans have produced ancient sages, though not innumerable, certainly hundreds, if not thousands. The strongest among them were similar to him, reaching the peak of Blood Reincarnation. Only Master Kong and the Ruthless Man reached the Fourth Realm. No matter how strong others were, they couldn't achieve that.

Precisely because of this vast difference, if such a person appeared now, never mind revenge, it’s hard to say if any of them would even escape. Reaching such a realm means one cannot be resisted by mere numbers.

“Don't worry for now. Since there are world rule restrictions, they won't descend so easily. As long as we act quickly and kill Emperor Ling, there’ll be nothing to worry about!” Ancient Sage Huoxu, standing to one side, snorted coldly.

He was also wary of the so-called Emissaries of the Immortals, but… hadn’t they not appeared yet? As long as they haven’t appeared, there’s no need to worry. Once Emperor Ling is dead, who can do anything to them?

“That’s right!” Understanding this point, Emperor Chen Yong’s gaze became solemn. He raised his hand, just about to command everyone to act, when he saw Emperor Ling looking back at them with a smile.

He hadn’t stopped their private communications earlier; instead, he had just watched. He seemed to have been confident all along, as if deliberately allowing panic to spread among his opponents.

“Emperor Yong, do you know why you’ve fallen to this state?” Emperor Ling began.

Emperor Chen Yong frowned.

“It’s simple: you’re not as ruthless as I am! Although my strength isn't equal to yours, my heart is far more vicious than yours! I can sacrifice countless lives of the Spirit race to recover from injuries, unite with humans to besiege you, and even pledge my life completely to others, abandoning my very soul… all just to kill you! But you, you can't do that!” Emperor Ling sneered.

“You… what do you mean?” Emperor Chen Yong’s expression darkened.

Indeed, he couldn't sacrifice countless Spirit race lives, nor could he unite with humans to besiege an emperor of his own race. He had his principles and couldn't bring himself to be so cruel. He admitted these points, but… what was the meaning of his claim to abandon his life and soul?

“Nothing, just want to tell you… A truly decisive man is often ruthless; those who achieve great things from ancient times do not concern themselves with trifles. My heart is more ruthless than yours, so the ultimate victor will surely be me!” With a laugh, Emperor Ling waved his hand, a ruthless glint in his eyes: “Kill them all!”

“Yes!”

The many ancient sages blocking the path, hearing the command, simultaneously charged forward, attacking Zhang Xuan and the others.

At the same moment, Emperor Ling pressed his five fingers downwards. Immense pressure surged from his palm, and in an instant, the entire King City, enveloped by his power, seemed like the apocalypse had arrived.

The many Saint realm experts kneeling below simultaneously had their heads explode, blood splattering and flowing onto the steps, once again dyeing the entire platform red.

“You…” Unable to believe this individual's cruelty, having slaughtered tens of thousands of his own kin, Emperor Chen Yong was on the verge of madness, his eyes bloodshot. No longer able to hold back, he charged straight towards Emperor Ling.

Although he was severely wounded, at this moment, he cared for nothing else. He had only one thought: either he died, or… they all died together! Otherwise, under this person's leadership, the Spirit race would only suffer immense devastation and ultimately face extinction.

“Your opponent is me!”

Before Emperor Chen Yong could even reach his opponent, an ancient sage abruptly appeared before him, shaking his wrist and swinging a long staff straight at Emperor Chen Yong. It was one of the ancient sages who had been implanted with talisman seeds.

Although this person's strength barely reached the Blood Reincarnation realm, Emperor Chen Yong was already severely injured, and it would not be easy for him to win if he fought with all his might. The long staff moved like lightning, leaving streaks in the air. The surrounding space rippled layer by layer, as if a curtain being pulled open by a pole.

Caught in the swirling curtain of space, Emperor Chen Yong's face grew paler and paler, and his breathing became labored. In the past, he could have easily swatted away a multitude of such insignificant opponents. Now, he could only passively dodge, and the thought filled him with humiliation.

“Your Majesty, we are here to assist you!” Just as he was struggling to hold on, a loud shout rang out, and then he saw Yang Liu and others, leading countless soldiers, arrive below.

Their combined strength shot towards the sky, striking the ancient sage’s long staff, which trembled and broke in half.

The power of an ancient sage and a grand sage differs by an immeasurable distance; they cannot be compared. Under normal circumstances, they cannot fight each other. However, Liu Yang and the others, united in a formation, coupled with tens of thousands of soldiers… their combined might was enough to contend with an ancient sage. There is strength in numbers. A truly unified army, capable of acting as one, would even make a Blood Reincarnation expert wary. However… given enough time, a Blood Reincarnation expert could kill their commanders, making it impossible to issue orders, rendering all their efforts futile.

“You seek death…” Seeing his weapon shattered by a group of Grand Sages and Saint realm experts, the ancient sage's rage flared. With a furious roar, he slammed his palm towards Liu Yang and the others. It was foreseeable that if it struck, they would surely die!

“Hmph!” Just as the palm strike was about to reach Liu Yang, a cold snort was heard, and a long spear abruptly appeared from seemingly nowhere.

The spear tip pierced through the ancient sage’s palm, and blood splattered down. Immediately after… he expected the opponent to charge forward and finish him off. Instead, he saw the young man holding the spear take out a jade bottle, and, bending over, diligently collect the spilled blood.

He filled the bottle, clearly excited.

The ancient sage was speechless.