God Emperor-Chapter 2598 - : Tragic End

Chapter 2598: Tragic End

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation               Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

To Wuma Jiuxing, it did not matter if this Zhang Ruochen was real.

What was important was that this person’s unexpected appearance had completely exposed him and the Pneuma Hall. He could not stay in the Infernal Court from now on.

The most important thing now was to seize the divine artifacts.

Just as Wuma Jiuxing was about to cross the Lake of the Divine Blood and head to Sword Island, the sound of water could be heard on the surface as waves rose with thick blood fog.

The starry sky above the Lake of the Divine Blood had also turned blood-red.

The cultivators on the top of the altar were all frightened. They felt that the scene in front of them was frightening. The air seemed to stink with the smell

or DIOOQ.

It was as if an ancient monster was about to come into being and wanted to devour all living things.

Even though Wuma Jiuxing had attained true divinity, the change in front of him still shocked him. Sensing an invisible, dangerous energy, he stared at Sword Island cautiously.

Chi Yao, who had transformed into Zhang Ruochen’s appearance, wanted to cross the Lake of the Divine Blood and onto Sword Island. But Xue Lingxian was at the critical moment of breaking through into a new realm, so she had to stay and protect him.

“Wuma Jiuxing, if you don’t dare to go to Sword Island, you’d better leave quickly. Otherwise, when Xue Lingxian breaks through into a new realm and becomes a god, you won’t be able to leave even if I join hands with him,” Chi Yao said sarcastically.

Wuma Jiuxing’s eyes flashed with a thoughtful look. Then he summoned the Sky Resistor. “Whether you are Zhang Ruochen or not, I will still want to see what you have got today.”

He figured that if Zhang Ruochen was bluffing, he would still have the chance to kill all the cultivators here today.

With the Sky Resistor in his hand, Wuma Jiuxing’s energy increased rapidly. Countless precept marks of the Path of Saber surged out of his body and turned into invisible divine sabers.

The cultivators of the Fane of Death, Granny Begonia, and the others had already escaped to the bottom of the Altar of Megalithic from another direction.

Once the two true gods fought, the surrounding space would become a dangerously forbidden area where even Supreme Saints could not survive.

BOOM!

In an instant, the entire Altar of Megalithic was enveloped by two mighty divine clouds.

In the clouds, the divine sabers and swords clashed and produced ear-piercing sounds.

BOOM!

“Aaaaah! ”

The two Peerless-realm Supreme Saints of the Fane of Death and Yuan Benji of the Banshi Isshou Realm were too slow to escape. They were hit by the sabers and swords, slashed into pieces, and turned into two clouds of blood mist.

At such a critical moment, no cultivator cared about the Demi-Saint Huan Zhen. It was Master Ye You who reached out to pick him up and then escaped from the Altar of Megalithic.

The group of cultivators only stopped when they reached a place where the ripples of the battle between the gods could not reach.

“The Bladeworld is supporting the Pneuma Hall. We must report this to the

Fane of Destiny, kill all the cultivators of the Pneuma Hall, and push Wuma Jiuxing onto the execution altar,” A Supreme Saint from the Fane of Death said angrily.

“Zhang Ruochen has already attained divinity and sent his clone to infiltrate the Infernal Court. He must be up to something, and we have got to report this to the Fane of Destiny.”

The Fane of Death suffered heavy losses. The few Supreme Saints who survived were heartbroken and blamed Wuma Jiuxing and Zhang Ruochen.

Yuan Shu looked at the Altar of Megalithic in the distance and sighed sadly.

Huan Zhen was like a puppet in Master Ye You’s hands. He did not look sad because of Yuan Benji’s death. His eyes gave out nothing about his emotions.

He knew very well that he could not reveal the secret that he was Yuan Qianmo.

Because Yuan Qianmo had countless treasures and wealth hidden in a secret place that only he knew. This was the capital for him to bring the Infernal Court back to its heyday next time.

Huan Zhen had extraordinary talent. He had trained him personally, and he was also the Master of Origin. Given 1,000 years, Yuan Qianmo was confident that he would be stronger than he was now.

But once the cultivators of the Fane of Death knew he was Yuan Qianmo, he could protect the treasures and wealth he once had when he was only a Demi-Saint.

After losing his powerful cultivation, Yuan Qianmo did not dare to trust any cultivator, including Yuan Shu.

Yuan Shu’s gaze fell on Master Ye You and then on Huan Zhen. “Huan Zhen is a cultivator of the Fane of Death. What are you trying to do by capturing him?”

Master Ye You said, “Little girl, are you blind? I was trying to save him. You cultivators from the Fane of Death did not save him. Now you don’t allow me to do so?”

Yuan Shu said, “If you were really trying to save him, I’m here to thank you on behalf of the Fane of Death. Now, please let him go.”

“I won’t let him go.”

Master Ye You did not give in. “I saved him based on my merits. Why should I let him go just like that? From now on, he will become my disciple.”

A Peerless-realm Supreme Saint of the Fane of Death said angrily, “Hey, how dare an old fag, wandering cultivator like you make the Fane of Death your enemy?”

“Who said I am a wandering cultivator? I am now a guest of the Xue Jue Family. Why don’t you ask the gods of the Fane of Death to go to the Xue Jue Family to ask for him?”

Master Ye You was unexpectedly tough this time. The cultivators of the Fane of Death could do nothing about him.

After all, the Fane of Death had suffered heavy losses, and they were all wounded. Furthermore, they knew that Granny Begonia’s cultivation level was so high that she could break the suppression of a true God’s precept. Hence, they did not dare to fight head-on with them.

In the end, the cultivators of the Fane of Death could only utter a few harsh words, saying that they would make Master Ye You and the Xue Jue family pay the price before ignoring Huan Zhen and leaving in a hurry.

Yuan Qianmo clearly understood the facts of life. If his real body was still alive, these cultivators of the Fane of Death would not have abandoned Huan Zhen so easily.

Now that he had fallen into the hands of Master Ye You. Yuan Qianmo, who was full of expectations for the future, felt a little uneasy.

The Seven-Armed Elder was curious and asked, “Old man, why did you offend the Fane of Death for a Demi-Saint?”

“What do you know? This kid is not an ordinary Demi-Saint, but a Master of Origin. The power of Origin has cleansed his Saint Soul all year round, and it contains endless mysteries. As long as I devour his soul, I can make up for the many shortcomings of my astral form. Besides what I have got from the Fane of Origin, I will soon become a god.” Master Ye You grinned hideously.

As long as it helped him to attain divinity, he did not care if he would offend the Fane of Death, let alone the Fane of Destiny.

After all, if he did not become a god, he would not survive for long.

Hearing what Master Ye You said, Huan Zhen’s body trembled, fear filling his

race.

Unfortunately, he could say nothing.

Master Ye You was filled with a cold ghost qi, which froze his body and he could not open his mouth, as if it had turned into ice.

Master Ye You smiled and said, “To be honest, if I didn’t join the Xue Jue family, I wouldn’t dare to mess with the Fane of Death. But now, I have the support of the Xue Jue family and the Wargod Bloodximius as my backer. Why should I be afraid of the Fane of Death? As long as I hide in the Xue Jue family and cultivate my spiritual power to the seventh level of divinity, the Wargod Bloodximius will protect me with all his strength. Will the Fane of Death fight with the Wargod Bloodximius for the death of a Demi-Saint? Hahaha!”

Huan Zhen’s body trembled even more.

Master Ye You frowned, and two balls of ghostly fire surged out of his eyes. He glared at him and said, “Are you afraid? What’s the use of being afraid? Your Master, Yuan Qianmo, was trampled to death by Wuma Jiuxing. You’d better go with him.”

Then he opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

WHOOOSH!

A Saint Soul containing the Light of Origin flew out of Huan Zhen’s body and was swallowed by Master Ye You.

The Ghost relied on devouring souls to strengthen themselves. It was very easy for Master Ye You to refine the Saint Soul of a Demi-Saint.

After a while, he finished the refinement, and a faint Light of Origin appeared on his astral form.

The other cultivators at the scene looked at it indifferently, as if there was nothing strange about it, as it was normal for ghost cultivators to devour souls.

The living beings of the Ghost and the three lower clans often had conflicts because of such things.

The Seven-Armed Elder asked, “Did you get his memory? He is Yuan Qianmo’s disciple. Maybe he knows Yuan Qianmo’s secret treasure.”

The first-class figure in the Tome of the Divines definitely had wealth and treasures comparable to that of a god.

Master Ye You shook his head. “This kid’s memory was sealed by the god of the Fane of Death. How could it be so easy to get it?”

The Seven- Armed Elder looked disappointed.

Master Ye You secretly sneered, as he would never tell him the truth.

In fact, after he swallowed Huan Zhen’s Saint Soul, he had some scattered memories that were not sealed by the gods. Those memories were short and just images.

If he followed Huan Zhen’s remaining memories, he might find some good stuff.

“Give me his corpse. This is the body of a Master of Origin. It should be beneficial to me.”

The Seven-Armed Elder turned into his true form and opened his mouth, swallowing Huan Zhen’s corpse, chewed it into mincemeat, and swallowed it.

Master Ye You stared at the Seven-Armed Elder and smiled darkly. “If the Fane of Death really goes to the Xue Jue family to ask for Huan Zhen, just say that High-Saint Kai Luo from Heavenly Realm has killed him. We have to stick to our story and deny responsibility.”

High-Saint Kai Luo, standing next to Le, gnashed his teeth in anger.

After Bai Qing’er grabbed Zhang Ruochen into a megalithic building, her soft body coiled around Zhang Ruochen’s back like a snake.

Her ice-cold fingers kneaded Zhang Ruochen’s forehead like the tip of a sword.

Bai Qing’er’s body was very soft and fragrant, her two balls of warmth pressing against his back also bouncy. Her snow-white face leaned against his ear, but Zhang Ruochen did not have any evil thoughts, his attention focused on his glabella.

Bai Qing’er’s faint voice rang in Zhang Ruochen’s ear. “I know that Intergold

Tiger can attack at any time, but you tell him I can kill you before he kills me.”

Zhang Ruochen quickly calmed down. “Why did you catch me?”

“Have you forgotten our bet? This is the third time I’ve caught you, right?” Bai

Qing’er laughed.

She started coughing violently with blood from her mouth flowing down Zhang Ruochen’s neck.

Her face turned pale, and said weakly and seriously, “I need to recover as fast as possible, so I need to drink your blood. To be exact, it’s the Pale Blood Soil in your blood..”