Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 112: Perish Together_1

The news of the army’s defeat swiftly reached the Holy Fire Sect, causing a massive shock. Although they all knew that defeat was only a matter of time, it was still hard to accept when the news actually arrived.

"Millions of soldiers didn’t even last a day. Without a large army to stop them, what will become of the Holy Fire Sect?"

Under the night sky, in the splendor of the palace, Duan Yonghui dismissed all his attendants. He slumped against the wall, his eyes dim and his body devoid of strength.

What could he do?

Ultimately, he was just an inexperienced youth. Despite being hailed as a prodigy since childhood, he was still helpless when faced with such a significant crisis.

That’s right! I need to find Han Yuquan and have him plead for the Changeable Mansion’s intervention. It’s the only way to save the Holy Fire Sect! freeweɓnøvel~com

After some thought, Duan Yonghui stood up and called out hastily, "Someone, summon Han Yuquan..."

He hesitated for a moment, then said quietly, "Never mind. I will go and see him myself. If it can save the Holy Fire Sect, what’s a little humiliation?"

A Pope, personally visiting a subordinate!

This wasn’t just a matter of humiliation; his dignity was being trampled underfoot.

Even though Han Yuquan had seized control of the Holy Fire Sect’s power during this period, Duan Yonghui still tried to maintain the Pope’s dignity in front of outsiders, preserving his last vestiges of pride.

Outside the hall, a few guards stood, their expressions sorrowful upon hearing Duan Yonghui’s words. The great Pope... when has His Holiness ever been so humbled?

They were Duan Yonghui’s last subordinates!

They were also the last loyal retainers of the Holy Fire Sect!

A few minutes later, Duan Yonghui, accompanied by his guards, walked to Han Yuquan’s residence. It was a magnificent complex of palaces, its grounds only slightly smaller than the Pope’s Palace.

"His Holiness the Pope has arrived!" one of Duan Yonghui’s guards announced loudly, drawing out his voice as they reached the front of the hall.

"The Master has given orders not to see anyone. You should leave!" In front of the grand, vermilion gate, ten sentries spoke coldly, their faces devoid of any respect, as if the one who had arrived was not the Pope, but some lowly commoner.

"How dare you! Obstructing His Holiness the Pope—are you trying to rebel?" Duan Yonghui’s guard roared, his eyes turning red as murderous intent surged from him uncontrollably.

"Courting death!"

The ten sentries’ faces darkened. A formidable aura erupted from them, causing ripples in the Void as if a terrifying attack was about to tear through it.

BOOM!

With a deafening explosion, the guard standing beside Duan Yonghui burst into a mist of blood.

Blood and flesh splattered onto Duan Yonghui’s face, causing his expression to shift constantly—flushing red one moment, deathly pale the next, then ashen.

This is too much! Utterly too much! A few dogs kept by Han Yuquan actually dared to kill someone right in front of me, lording it over me!

Good... good... good... Duan Yonghui repeated the word three times in his heart, his eyes narrowing as he took one deep look at the magnificent palace gate. Then, he turned and walked away, his steps firm, as if he had finally made a decision he had long hesitated over.

After leaving Han Yuquan’s mansion, he didn’t return to the Pope’s Palace. Instead, he headed for a mountain peak on the edge of the Holy City.

On Male Mountain, there was a narrow, winding path, like a heavenly road piercing the sky. It was shrouded by thick white clouds and extremely well hidden.

Han Yuquan, since you dare to humiliate me, then let’s perish together!

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Duan Yonghui hesitated for a moment, then clenched his fists and strode purposefully up the path towards the summit. Soon, his figure was enveloped by the white clouds.

Along the way, guards were posted everywhere for inspection, and there were even mysterious experts watching him!

Fortunately, Duan Yonghui still possessed some lingering prestige, so ordinary people didn’t dare to stop him. Although it took some explaining, he eventually reached the summit smoothly.

In the next instant, the scene before his eyes changed abruptly. A platform appeared, its center hollowed out and filled with fresh blood. All around it were withered corpses.

"Pope, what are you doing here?" a black-robed man, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes and looked at Duan Yonghui warily.

He was an elder of the Changeable Mansion, dispatched to guard this Blood Pool.

"Senior, I came to see how much more fresh blood is needed. When I return, I’ll send over more blood sacrifices," Duan Yonghui said, cupping his hands in a salute and lowering his head.

"Go ahead and look then!" The Changeable Mansion elder nodded without suspicion and closed his eyes to continue cultivating.

It was quite normal for him not to be suspicious. After all, Duan Yonghui had personally overseen everything from this Blood Pool’s initial construction to its current scale. Moreover, the Changeable Mansion held Duan Yonghui’s life in their hands.

Duan Yonghui cupped his hands in salute again and walked towards the Blood Pool.

No one noticed the six ’Thunderclap Beads’ hidden in his sleeve, crackling with arcs of electricity.

Thunderclap Beads were a type of man-made treasure. During thunderstorms, Formations were used to gather falling heavenly lightning and seal it within specially crafted beads. The user only needed to crush a bead to control the heavenly lightning within.

Let’s perish together!

Madness filled Duan Yonghui’s eyes as he forcefully crushed the six Thunderclap Beads in his hands. A berserk energy erupted, forming six bolts of heavenly lightning around him.

Each bolt of heavenly lightning was several tens of meters long and as thick as a water barrel, blazing with a dazzling radiance that pierced through the endless bloody light!

"What do you think you’re doing?!" The Changeable Mansion elder, who had just resumed his cultivation, sensed the berserk energy. He snapped his eyes open and roared in alarm. Although the power of the heavenly lightning couldn’t threaten him, in this situation, he didn’t dare to move a muscle.

If he were to intervene and the shockwaves destroyed the Blood Pool, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough for him to atone for it!

"Haha! What do I want to do? You’d better go ask Han Yuquan that!" Duan Yonghui laughed maniacally, throwing the six bolts of heavenly lightning into the Blood Pool. They were like six lightning dragons traversing Changkong.

BANG!

It was followed by a colossal explosion!

As the Changeable Mansion elder watched in despair, the Blood Pool was pierced. The boundless energy sealed within erupted, forming a pillar of blood that shot towards the highest heavens. Overwhelming Evil Qi billowed out in all directions, shaking Changkong for hundreds of miles.

From a distance, it looked as if the entire world was turning red.

"What is this...?"

「In the Dali Court.」

Han Yuquan was lounging on a rocking chair, leisurely savoring these days of holding sole power. He was completely intoxicated by it.

Suddenly, he saw the sky-high pillar of blood. His spirits jolted, and he leaped from his chair, completely stunned.

If I remember correctly, that direction... that’s the Blood Pool!

"Duan Yonghui, I’ll kill you!"

After a moment of shock, Han Yuquan reacted. He soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of light, and sped towards the Blood Pool.

He roughly guessed that Duan Yonghui had destroyed the Blood Pool to avenge his subordinate killed by the sentries. No, to be precise, it was revenge against *him*! This was precisely what he feared. If the Blood Pool was destroyed because of him, the Ancestor would be enraged. He would undoubtedly die and, moreover, become a disgrace to the sect!

A dozen breaths later, Han Yuquan landed at the mountain hall. Looking at the Blood Pool, its energy almost completely drained, his face turned deathly pale.

A few meters away, the Changeable Mansion elder guarding the place was also deathly pale, completely drained of color.

"You madman!" Han Yuquan roared hoarsely.

It’s over! Everything is over!

"You forced me to do this! The Changeable Mansion forced me to do this!" Duan Yonghui said calmly. He sat beside the Blood Pool, his entire body stained red with blood, resembling a figure made of blood.

However, his eyes were exceptionally bright...

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