Chapter 1539 - 446: Xuanyuan Hao, Do You Still Recognize Me?

Especially, six months ago, watching those from the Yan Family brutally massacre the Four Great Sects without any humanity.

And his own image, kneeling in a pool of blood, begging for mercy, worse than the most despised stray dog.

Everything that happened on that day had already gnawed away at the pride and courage he once had.

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly, the sky tore open with a sinister crack.

The pitch-black thunderclouds were forcibly ripped apart by an invisible hand, countless Purple Gold Thunder Arcs surged like dragons, pouring down in an instant, transforming into world-ending heavenly tribulation!

"Ah—!!"

A harrowing scream echoed through the heavens and earth.

The front line of Golden Armor Guards didn’t even have time to lift their shields, turning to charcoal amidst the thunder light.

The heavy armor of Profound Iron they were proud of was like paper under the Purple Gold Thunderbolt, split into fragments along with the men.

In merely two breaths, 30,000 elite had already been reduced to ashes by forty percent!

Xuanyuan Hao’s eyes reddened, plunging towards the thunderclouds.

His hands formed seals, Emperor Dao’s true qi converging into a golden giant dragon in his palms, roaring as it struck towards the clouds.

"Break for me!"

Just as the golden dragon was about to blast the thunderclouds, a Purple Gold Spear Qi shot down from the cloud layer.

The two forces collided mid-air, erupting in a deafening roar.

Xuanyuan Hao groaned, violently retreating several dozen yards.

Once he stabilized his stance, below it was a deathly silence.

Turning his head, he found all 30,000 Golden Armor Guards had been executed, smoldering corpses dotting the ground.

Amidst the billowing clouds, a figure in a black robe walked out, stepping on thunder.

The newcomer wielded a Purple Gold Long Spear, its shaft crackling with arcs of thunder, casting a stern visage.

"Zhou Qing?" Xuanyuan Hao’s pupils contracted sharply, his voice trembling with disbelief.

The Purple Gold Thunder Spear traced a dazzling electric arc in the air, Zhou Qing spoke coldly: "Xuanyuan Hao, long time no see."

"No...this cannot be..." Xuanyuan Hao staggered back two steps, "How could it be you..."

Zhou Qing’s lips curled into a cold arc: "No wonder you’re uncle and nephew, even your questions in death are identical."

"Was it truly you who killed the Third Imperial Uncle?" Xuanyuan Hao suddenly erupted in a roar, veins bulging on his neck, "When did my Xuanyuan Family ever wrong you! Back then, when you advanced to fourth-level array master, our royal family received you with the honor of a state guest."

"When you broke through to Spirit Severing Realm, we even had the Shuo Imperial Uncle deliver congratulatory treasures personally! How dare you repay kindness with enmity!"

"Repay kindness with enmity?" Zhou Qing’s eyes flashed with cold light, the thunder spear burst with dazzling lightning in his hand, "Back then, who rescued Nangong Xiongba in secret when he attacked Taiqing Sect?"

"And why did that old dog appear on the border, still marked? Xuanyuan Family raised this mad dog for what purpose? Do you truly think I am unaware?"

Xuanyuan Hao’s face stiffened, his gaze flickered: "Absurd! This Emperor does not understand what you are saying. Besides, Nangong Xiongba has long been dead..."

"I know he’s dead—" Zhou Qing’s spear tip blazed with sudden thunder, "Because I killed him!"

"What?!" Xuanyuan Hao’s pupils abruptly contracted, his voice brimming with unconcealed shock, "That’s impossible! Back then, you were merely at the Divinity Transformation Realm, how could you kill a Spirit Slash Great Power?!"

Zhou Qing sneered coldly, eyes flashing with chilling gleams: "In this world, there’s no absolute. Your precious Seventh Prince Xuanyuan Yichen—"

He paused deliberately, then stated each word, "along with the strange Divine Soul parasitizing him, were both ended by my own hands."

Xuanyuan Hao was struck as if by lightning, his complexion instantly turned ghostly pale, lips trembling but unable to utter a word, his whole being frozen in place.

"Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, Golden Thunder Sect, Phecda Sect, Cangyan Daoist Palace—"

Zhou Qing’s eyes blazed with murderous intent, nearly becoming tangible, suddenly asking: "You led the Yan Family to annihilate them, didn’t you?"

The moment these words were spoken, Xuanyuan Hao’s face drastically changed, immediately understanding Zhou Qing’s motive, retreating violently intending to flee.

"Did I say you could leave?" Zhou Qing snorted coldly, several Purple Gold Thunder Lights intertwined like swimming dragons, instantly sealing four sides of space.

Golden light flared from Xuanyuan Hao’s sleeve, reluctantly tearing a gap, staggering to stand in the void.

He trembled like a sieve, his voice altered: "All this...has nothing to do with this Emperor! It’s all your fault!"

Zhou Qing looked mockingly at the once awe-inspiring emperor, curling his lips in contempt.

"Back then, I was merely a Nascent Soul Cultivator, both respecting and fearing you, the legendary Spirit Realm’s Human Emperor, with admiration..."

"Now it seems you’re just a cowardly knave, afraid for your life."

Upon hearing Zhou Qing’s words, Xuanyuan Hao’s expression suddenly twisted from fear to a maniacal grimace, his eyes blazing with fury.

"It’s all because of you!" He cried out in rage, his voice mingled with long-suppressed resentment, "If it weren’t for you bringing those calamities, how would this Emperor’s Dao Heart collapse, end up like this!"

Zhou Qing watched with cold eyes Xuanyuan Hao in his near-madness state, the thunder spear in his hand flared with blinding purple light, pointing straight: "I’ve come this time, I just want to know, where have all the Taiqing Sect people gone?"

"I don’t know, I know nothing!" Xuanyuan Hao screamed with a distorted face.

"Fine." Zhou Qing’s eyes flashed with cold light, "Since you refuse to speak, I’ll personally Soul Search for memories!"

Before the words fell, he had transformed into a violet thunderbolt, blasting out.

"Arrogant!" Xuanyuan Hao’s eyes filled with blood, emperor’s dragon qi surging violently around him.

"This is, after all, the Imperial City, if not for you bringing such formidable enemies, would I, the human emperor, have to kneel and beg for life?"

"Today I will use your blood to rebuild my Dao Heart!"

Boom—

The next moment, behind him, nine golden dragon shadows condensed into physical form shot skyward, each one breathing flames capable of boiling seas and burning mountains.

"Xuanyuan Dragon Emperor Skills: Nine Dragon Heaven Suppressing!"