Soul-Devouring Venerable’s face turned utterly grim, for very few people knew he was the traitor of Heavenly Gate.
In the Ninth Heaven, most only knew that Heavenly Gate had vanished overnight. No one knew where it had gone.
“The Master of Heavenly Gate saved your life out of kindness, yet you repaid his grace with slaughter. In a single night you massacred the entire sect.”
“The reason I have waited here today is because I promised the Master I would kill you and avenge everyone in Heavenly Gate.”
Chen Ping’s expression was dark as he stared fixedly at Soul-Devouring Venerable.
“Hahaha, yes, I destroyed Heavenly Gate single-handedly. So what?”
“In this heavenly realm, is strength not everything?”
“Repaying kindness with betrayal? That is the whining of weak women. All I know is that by killing them and seizing their resources, I grew stronger.”
Soul-Devouring Venerable laughed like a madman.
“In that case, prepare to die!” Rage blazed from Chen Ping.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand could no longer contain itself and let out wave after wave of dragon roars.
Soul-Devouring Venerable’s wild laughter echoed through the grand hall, brimming with arrogance and utter disregard for life.
He looked at Chen Ping, contempt still thick in his eyes, as though Chen Ping’s earlier effortless defeat of the Five Demons amounted to nothing more than children’s games, unworthy of notice.
“Avenge Heavenly Gate?”
Soul-Devouring Venerable gave a scornful laugh and shook his head. “Boy, you obtained a fraction of Heavenly Gate’s inheritance and now dare to boast before this Venerable? You think killing a few useless trash qualifies you to challenge me?”
He slowly rose from the sect master’s throne. As he did so, the light across the entire heaven and earth seemed to dim. Thicker demonic qi poured from his body like a tangible flood, pressing down until everyone struggled to breathe.
The disciples of Yama Heavenly Sect, whose morale had just soared because of Chen Ping, felt it crumble again beneath this heavenly demonic pressure.
Yan Nantian and Liu Xue wore grave expressions. They could sense that Soul-Devouring Venerable’s aura was unfathomably deep, far more terrifying than they had ever imagined.
Though Chen Ping was powerful, against this ancient demon who had rampaged through the Ninth Heaven ten thousand years ago, the outcome was impossible to predict.
“Whether I am qualified, we shall see soon enough!”
Chen Ping’s gaze sharpened like a blade. Sensing its master’s battle intent, the Dragon-Slaying Sword rang with ever-louder dragon cries. The blade trembled, and sharp sword qi automatically swirled around it, shredding any demonic qi that drew near.
“Hmph, an ignorant brat who knows not the height of the heavens.”
Soul-Devouring Venerable seemed too lazy to act personally. He waved a hand casually, as if shooing away a fly.
Yet with that careless flick, the space before him let out a groan of unbearable strain.
Rip!
A pitch-black fissure tore open in mid-air. Unstable spatial turbulence flickered along its edges, radiating an aura of annihilation.
Immediately afterwards, a savage, ancient breath carrying the weight of countless ages billowed from the rift.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, an extraordinarily tall and mighty man, nearly ten metres in height, stepped out from the spatial crack.
He wore tattered bronze armour covered in marks of blades and axes, as though he had endured countless brutal battles.
His skin was ancient bronze, his muscles knotted and brimming with explosive power.
His features were as hard as if carved from stone, yet his eyes were empty and indifferent, devoid of any emotion, like a soulless killing machine.
Most striking of all was the profound and mysterious fluctuation of laws that faintly flowed around him, distorting the light and air nearby and giving him an unreal, dreamlike presence.
The moment this towering man appeared, even Blood Demon, the last survivor of Soul-Devouring Venerable’s subordinates, instinctively retreated several steps, terror flooding his eyes.
“This boy is yours.”
Soul-Devouring Venerable sat back on his throne, lazily propping his chin.
“Do not play too long. This Venerable has little patience.”
