The Peerless Emperor-Chapter 1329 - 1330: Taken Down

After the initial shock, Mu Liu calmed down immediately.

Lin Qian, on the other hand, displayed an extraordinarily powerful combat prowess, utterly shocking to behold.

At just the Peak Enlightenment Realm, a single sword strike could kill him, leaving no chance to retaliate!

This level of strength was simply unheard of...

No!

Behind the Netherworld Clan, within his own Chaos Universe, there were individuals like this.

But such individuals were dazzling suns standing at the pinnacle of the world, not comparable to the clan leader of a branch clan like him, lurking in the nine heavens.

After being slain, Mu Liu quickly retreated to Lin Qian's brow, aiming to possess his soul.

Crushed in direct combat, he could hardly believe Lin Qian's soul was equally powerful.

As Mu Liu thought this, his soul charged directly into the other's brow, intending to seize control of the body.

The surroundings turned dark, and in the next moment, he penetrated Lin Qian's sea of consciousness.

The golden waves of the sea of consciousness rippled, boundless as far as the eye could see.

Mu Liu's soul looked ahead in fear, where atop the golden ocean sat Lin Qian on the Nine-Dragon Throne, backed by a star with an overwhelmingly potent aura emanating supreme authority.

Behind the star's shadow, there lay indistinct and dim Star Domain voids.

Inside the star were deep purple fluids, containing soul vibrations, pure and strong, making one shiver with fear.

Simultaneously, Lin Qian sitting on the Nine-Dragon Throne abruptly opened his eyes, and a purple gold radiance shone out, enveloping Mu Liu's soul.

Mu Liu was dumbstruck, his phantom body stirred uncontrollably, trying to resist but crumbling.

Yet the powerful and domineering purple gold divine light covering him was insurmountable.

"How could this be..." Mu Liu's phantom soul bore disbelief, staring ahead as if encountering a ghost, "How is your soul strength so terrifying?"

How could a Soul Martial Artist at the Enlightenment Realm possess such formidable soul strength? It's simply impossible.

Mu Liu realized he had miscalculated.

Who could foresee that Lin Qian's soul strength would be so dominating, surpassing even his earlier sword's inexplicable might.

"Delivering oneself, truly extraordinary." In the sea of consciousness, Lin Qian's soul, seated on the Nine-Dragon Throne, found it amusing, his voice resonating like divine utterance.

Mu Liu knew he was truly doomed this time.

Boom!

The sea of consciousness rumbled violently, waves surging as the golden waters crashed towards the trapped soul of Mu Liu.

Within this sea of consciousness, Mu Liu's expression changed, uncertain of the impact of the towering waves, he watched silently.

Swish! Swish!

The golden water from the sea of consciousness washed over his soul.

For some reason, Mu Liu felt empty as if something was dropped.

Looking back, he was stunned.

He saw countless images imprinted on the golden water that had washed over his soul, flowing downstream, finally sorting into golden pages, floating above the sea of consciousness.

Bang!

Another giant shock, and within the sea of consciousness, waves surged again, sweeping across him in a fleeting moment.

When Mu Liu turned again, he was horrified to find another batch of images and texts rushing out of his body, ignoring heart demon vows, seizing various intelligence.

Helpless, he could only watch Lin Qian employ such power to extract critical information, condensing it into pages floating in the air.

Yet as time passed, he gradually realized that what was taken from him was not merely simple information, but much more.

Mu Liu's soul grew weak, drifting in the sea of consciousness, his gaze progressively dulling, his phantom body transforming into points of light, scattered, falling into the sea of consciousness.

In his last moments of consciousness, Mu Liu finally understood what was happening to him.

"It seems I can no longer help the clan in the future." Mu Liu sighed deeply, gradually losing awareness, turning increasingly vague.

When the floating golden book above Lin Qian's sea of consciousness was fully formed, Mu Liu's soul completely disintegrated into soul origin, nourishing his sea of consciousness. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Meanwhile, Mu Liu's life was documented in this book, presented in Lin Qian's hands.

On the Nine-Dragon Throne, Lin Qian's soul reached out, flipping through the pages, presenting the entirety of the other's life before him.

Through the tome before him, Lin Qian thoroughly understood how Mu Liu, as the clan leader of this branch clan, had lived his life.

"Interesting, brought a lot of useful information." Lin Qian was very pleased after reading the tome.

In the next moment, Lin Qian's consciousness also left the sea of consciousness, returning to the outside world.

"The clan leader, dead?"

"How is this possible, who is that person, killing the clan leader with a single strike?"

"Terrifying, terrifying, how did we provoke such an enemy?"

In the distance, the Entering Dao Realm experts from the Eight-Eyed Divine Race were bewildered, unsure of what to do.

Despite the vast distance, they could still see, perceive what was happening here.

They clearly sensed the situation of their clan leader being slain by Lin Qian's sword, this reality shocking them immensely.

With the clan leader's death, their pillar was utterly gone, leaving them confused and helpless.

In their distracted state, how could they resist the Huaxia Empire's army, withstand the invasion?

In an instant, the Eight-Eyed Divine Race's defenses crumbled, the battle in the main city thoroughly captured by Lin Qian's Huaxia Empire, entering the final concluding phase.

On the Huaxia Empire's side, Lin Qian ordered, without mercy, to kill every single member of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race, sparing none, no pity allowed.

Foreign to our race, naturally their hearts are different.

What's more, these are plunderers, mighty and not deserving of sympathy.

Complete extermination!

This is the irreconcilable conflict between Lin Qian and these invading civilizations.

The battle in the main city lasted ten days and nights, finally leaving no Eight-Eyed Divine Race members alive.

Bodies were disposed of, turned to ash, as if the Eight-Eyed Divine Race never existed in the main city.

This Small World's main city fell completely under Huaxia Empire's control.

After the war subsided, Lin Qian ordered the slaves brought into the main city for education and integration, becoming citizens of Huaxia Empire, residents of this land, managing it.

At this moment, these slaves remained in fear and uncertainty, not knowing what had happened outside.

From the start of the war, Black Street was thoroughly sealed, no slaves allowed to leave, those mines covered and locked by arrays.

The purpose was naturally to protect them, preventing injury from chaotic movements.