Invincible Dad-Chapter 715 Quietly Reflecting on One’s Own Faults_1
If he failed...
Not only would he die, but the White Rhino Demon Clan, which had been passed down for dozens of epochs, would be completely erased from history.
I may not be the hero of my clan, but I cannot be the sinner of history. This was the only thought in Bai Tang’s mind.
The Divine Thunder Pavilion has a long-standing grudge with the Heavenly Court. Lei Fengyun acted impulsively. the Holy Master of the Corpse Sect sighed inwardly. "The battle has already begun, and the outcome is set. Demon Lord Bai, let’s leave."
"Hmm, let’s go."
Bai Tang, the Demon Lord of the White Rhino Tribe, was the first to leave, not sparing the battlefield behind him a second glance.
He didn’t know that his intuition had just saved his life and the lives of his kinsmen. Because of this blessing in disguise, the number of star systems under the control of the White Rhino Tribe would nearly double.
The Holy Master of the Corpse Sect was even more oblivious. Thankfully, he was not blinded by greed. Otherwise, he would no longer be carrying that heavy coffin on his back. He would be lying inside it, carried by the disciples of the Corpse Sect.
Then again, in all likelihood, his corpse would not be left whole.
Not long after the two Holy Masters departed, the battle reached a fever pitch. Six figures at the Holy Master level attacked simultaneously, making the starry sky tremble and causing hundreds of stars to explode.
Xu Lai never made a move. The attacks of six pinnacle Immortal Venerables felt like a mere tickle, failing to stir the slightest emotional ripple within him.
"..."
The Holy Master of the Ink Gate gradually fell into despair. After all, the six of them were holding nothing back, unleashing every last one of their trump cards and secret magical treasures. But... they couldn’t even break the man’s defensive barrier, let alone injure the Human Race Cultivator before them.
The Quasi-Emperor Realm... is it truly a chasm the Immortal Venerable Realm cannot cross?
"Don’t panic," Lei Fengyun said in a deep voice, his eyes narrowing. "I have a sword that can sunder the world!"
The other Holy Masters were bewildered. Lei Fengyun calmly retrieved a somewhat damaged Bronze Dagger from his Storage Space.
He sneered, "Human Race Quasi-Emperor, if you turn back now... it’s still not too late."
Though he spoke as if there was still time, Lei Fengyun gave Xu Lai no room to think. He decisively bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood onto the Bronze Dagger.
Instantly, a dazzling brilliance flared to life, accompanied by an oppressive Realm pressure that forced the Holy Masters to their knees.
This aura... This is the pressure of the Emperor Realm!
"An Emperor Artifact!"
Everyone held their breath, staring incredulously at the Bronze Dagger with unconcealable greed and desire in their eyes.
Emperor Artifacts. Only those in the Emperor Realm could forge such a weapon. Each one was unique, with no replicas anywhere in existence.
No wonder Lei Fengyun had the audacity to try and kill a Human Race Quasi-Emperor. It turned out he possessed a damaged Emperor Artifact. Though damaged, it still contained the might of the Emperor Realm. He didn’t even need to fully activate it; just revealing a single sliver of true Emperor Realm pressure was enough to suppress a Quasi-Emperor.
RUMBLE!
The sun and moon in the starry sky dimmed their light, not daring to compete with the splendor of the Emperor Artifact.
"Die!" Lei Fengyun shrieked, forming a hand seal. The Bronze Dagger, no bigger than a man’s finger, floated above his head, his face a mask of maniacal ferocity.
Ninety thousand years. The Divine Thunder Pavilion had been stewing in frustration for a full ninety thousand years. Today, Lei Fengyun finally had the chance to avenge his great-uncle, the Quasi-Emperor of the Divine Thunder Pavilion who had died a tragic death!
If not for that one sword strike from Xu Qingfeng, his great-uncle, who had all the makings of a Great Emperor, would have certainly ascended to the Emperor Realm, revered by all races.
Today, with a single strike of his own, Lei Fengyun was determined to slay one of the Human Race’s Quasi-Emperors. He wanted to see just how long this Quasi-Emperor’s barrier could withstand the assault of an Emperor Artifact.
"First, I’ll kill you! Then, I will kill Xu Qingfeng and vindicate my great-uncle, the Thunder Emperor! He was the one who deserved to attain the Dao and become an Emperor," Lei Fengyun roared with manic obsession, "Not that despicable human, Xu Qingfeng!"
"So, he was your great-uncle."
"If he hadn’t used such a despicable trick, deceiving three Quasi-Emperors into consuming Boundary-Sealing Powder, he wouldn’t have been able to kill a single one of them."
"As for the Emperor Realm Dao Fruit," Xu Lai stated calmly, "in this entire Immortal Domain, anyone might be worthy, but never him."
"He is my great-uncle! He has a name! He is the Thunder Emperor, and he was worthy of the throne of a Great Emperor!" Lei Fengyun bellowed ferociously. "You have no right to comment on him! Slay!"
BANG!
A galaxy in the starry sky exploded, showering the battlefield with countless points of starlight. As the light fell upon the Bronze Dagger, it began to expand rapidly, transforming into a massive sword, ten zhang long and shimmering with celestial light.
Xu Lai brought two fingers together and casually drew a line in the air.
The Immortal Terrace Holy Master and the Holy Master of the Ink Gate both smirked.
Laughable. To think he’d try to block an Emperor Artifact with his physical body. Even a damaged Emperor Artifact would be a death wish!
DING!
A crisp sound echoed, and the battlefield suddenly fell silent. The massive bronze sword had halted abruptly in mid-air, blocked by the Human Race Quasi-Emperor’s casual gesture.
"Impossible." Lei Fengyun’s pupils contracted violently.
But this was only the beginning. The Bronze Dagger suddenly began to tremble in the void. Looking closely, one could see dozens of dense cracks spreading across its surface.
BANG!
With a muffled sound, the Emperor Artifact shattered into hundreds of small fragments that hovered around Xu Lai. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
PFFT!
Lei Fengyun spat out several mouthfuls of his vital Essence Blood, his Divine Sense suffering a severe backlash. He was horrified to discover that the spiritual brand he had spent a thousand years imprinting upon the Emperor Artifact had shattered, causing him grievous injury.
Xu Lai extended his hand, and the Emperor Artifact fragments danced around his fingertips, buzzing with joyous energy.
"The Seventh Divine General often said, ’Sit in contemplation and reflect on one’s own faults, and do not casually talk about the shortcomings of others.’ But your great-uncle... heh."
That single "heh" spoke volumes.
"How dare you!"
The enraged Lei Fengyun failed to notice the horrified expressions on the other Holy Masters’ faces. They were gradually realizing something was terribly wrong.
"Lei Fengyun, stop talking," the Immortal Terrace Holy Master said, his voice trembling. "He... he might be..."
The Immortal Terrace Holy Master couldn’t bring himself to say the last two words. He was soaked in a cold sweat, seized by the suffocating terror of standing on the edge of an abyss, about to fall at any moment.
His speculation was confirmed when he heard Xu Lai’s next words, and he almost fainted on the spot.
"I am indeed a bold man, but I have always been reasonable."
"You show me respect, I repay you tenfold. You try to kill me, so I will kill you."
"You kill one person from my Heavenly Court without cause, and I will kill ten thousand of your kinsmen."
Xu Lai snapped his fingers. The hundreds of Emperor Artifact shards turned into streaks of light and vanished over the horizon.
"Ridiculous! Even if you have some strange method to control the fragments of a broken Emperor Artifact, how could you possibly attack an enemy countless star systems away?" Lei Fengyun wiped the blood from his lips and laughed like a madman. "Besides, my Divine Thunder Pavilion is protected by seven Great Emperor-level Defensive Arrays! They can keep every disciple in our Sect Gate safe!"
"No one can save those whom I, Xu Qingfeng, want to kill."
The moment Xu Lai finished speaking, piercing screams of agony resounded from the Immortal Terrace, the Divine Thunder Pavilion, and the Golden Armored Holy Bear Demon Clan, as rivers of blood flowed in an instant.
On this day, three of the Immortal Domain’s top powers suffered the deaths of 360,000 Cultivators, among them seven Immortal Venerables, one hundred Celestial Venerables, and thousands of Venerables.
Later, a white tower rose in the depths of the Snowflower Forbidden Grounds.
If one were to look closer, they would see that it was a tower constructed from 360,000 human heads. Kneeling within the tower were three nameless corpses, their bones glowing with a faint golden light.
