Chapter 1553 - 450: Was the Demon Emperor’s Pursuit Because of That Place? (6k)

As Zhou Qing’s words fell, he raised his hand, and the clouds surged violently. Countless purple-gold thunderbolts struck down like divine punishment!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Xuanyuan Chong’s primordial spirit twisted and struggled amidst the thunder and lightning, letting out heart-rending screams.

The body of the seven-colored primordial spirit disintegrated continuously under the bombardment of the purple-gold thunderbolt, and each strike would blast open a hole in his primordial spirit, revealing the flickering core of his soul.

"Zhou Qing! How dare you kill me, the Xuanyuan family will never rest until we destroy each other with you!" The primordial spirit let out a hysterical roar, but its voice grew increasingly weak.

Zhou Qing watched all this indifferently, a mocking smile on his lips: "Are you senile? Is there anyone left in your Xuanyuan family..."

Before the words finished, the last thunderbolt, as thick as a water barrel, struck fiercely.

This strike directly reduced Xuanyuan Chong’s primordial spirit to a dim ball of spiritual light the size of a fist, tightly restrained in mid-air by countless fine thunder patterns.

"Whoosh—"

Zhou Qing’s figure flickered, instantly appearing before the withered primordial spirit.

The forefinger of his right hand glowed with a dark blue light, piercing the core of the primordial spirit without obstruction.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

Xuanyuan Chong’s primordial spirit let out a heart-piercing wail, the seven-colored light trembling violently like a candle in the wind.

In Zhou Qing’s sea of consciousness, countless fragments of memory surged in like a tide.

After a while, Zhou Qing slowly withdrew his finger, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes.

"Zhou... Zhou Qing..." Xuanyuan Chong’s primordial spirit suddenly quivered violently.

His voice was full of pleading: "Spare my life! I am willing to implant a Divine Soul mark, from now on serving you as my master! A late-stage Spirit Severing Realm servant, for you..."

"Noisy."

Zhou Qing’s expression was stern, and his five fingers clenched abruptly.

"Boom!"

The primordial spirit exploded, transforming into countless points of light.

A generation of Human Emperor, steady his whole life, fell in Wuxiang Mountain.

Then, the resentment from the fall of the late-stage Spirit Severing Realm erupted violently, and the already negative atmosphere covering Wuxiang Mountain howled with ghostly winds.

The gray-black mist suddenly thickened several times over; within it, innumerable twisted human faces seemed to be screaming.

Without expression, Zhou Qing gestured with his hand, and the storage bag Xuanyuan Chong dropped flew into his palm.

Then his figure flickered, arriving at the mountain peak where Xuanyuan Shuo was buried.

With a wave of his large sleeve, countless rocks were lifted by an invisible force, revealing the severely wounded Xuanyuan Shuo below.

This royal prince, who once dominated the borders and manipulated several Demon Emperors, was now covered in blood.

The wound in his chest pierced through by the Blood Phoenix was still gushing blood, staining large amounts of rubble beneath him.

He gasped heavily, gray-white pupils reflecting Zhou Qing’s figure, still unable to believe that he would die here.

"You..."

Before he could finish, Zhou Qing had already teleported in front of him, a finger pointing at his forehead.

Xuanyuan Shuo’s eyes rolled white, his body convulsing violently, white foam bubbling from his mouth.

After a moment, Zhou Qing retracted his finger, his eyes bursting with brilliance: "So that Blood Phoenix Feather actually came from the Taichu Secret Realm!"

"You cannot... kill me..." Xuanyuan Shuo’s voice was as faint as a thread, each word carrying bloody foam from the corner of his mouth, "If I die... the Holy Martial Dynasty... will fall to a third-level cultivation country..."

Zhou Qing looked at him coldly: "The rise and fall of a dynasty is but a cycle of the Heavenly Dao. Even a seventh-level cultivation country can turn to dust."

At this point, he subconsciously took out the Token of the Divine Ruins Celestial Palace, then looked at this former acquaintance, his voice like an icy pool: "What you call eternal is merely the delusion of a frog in a well."

When Xuanyuan Shuo heard this, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

The laughter was first wildly rampant, then gradually hoarse, finally turning into a mournful sobbing.

"Hahaha... such a frog in a well... such a Heavenly Dao cycle..."

Zhou Qing remained silent, behind him unfurled a pair of gigantic blood-colored Phoenix wings.

The wingspan spanned ten zhang, each feather flowing with ancient inscriptions, exuding a daunting primordial aura.

The blood wings closed instantly, completely enveloping Xuanyuan Shuo within.

"Safe journey!"

"Hiss—"

The terrifying sound of flesh dissolving resounded, a few breaths later, when the blood wings unfolded again, only an egg-sized blood-colored crystal was left suspended in mid-air.

The crystal was crystal clear, inside seemed a blood-colored phoenix spreading its wings, exuding a magnificent life essence Qi.

"The living must look forward..." Zhou Qing gazed at the crystal, "I cannot stop, nor can I afford to stop!"

This phrase seemed intended for another, yet also said to himself.

He clenched his five fingers, reaching to enclose the crystal into his storage ring, then turned to gaze at Wuxiang Mountain shrouded in gloomy clouds.

He sighed softly, an indescribable complexity flashing in his eyes.

Then he transformed into a streak of blood-red light, rushing towards the direction of the nine-layered palace, where the royal treasury was located...

...

Duobao Trading House.

Elder Mo paced back and forth in the main hall, occasionally walking to the trading house entrance to look out, the anxiety in his brow almost materializing.

It had been over two months...

According to the information from the spies, Xuanyuan Shuo had returned to the capital two months ago.

The two brothers joined forces, sitting at the place where the national fortune of the Holy Martial Dynasty was fortified. Even a Spirit Slash Realm Perfection expert might not get the better of them!

Zhou Qing... could he really escape unscathed?

Just as Elder Mo paced back into the hall once more, a familiar voice suddenly rang out—

"Elder Mo, were you waiting for me?"

He looked up sharply, seeing a figure in the center of the hall smiling lightly at him.

"Zhou Qing?!"

Elder Mo almost stepped forward to examine him thoroughly: "Are you alright?"

Zhou Qing smiled faintly: "How could I be anything but alright?"