Chapter 0088

Chapter 88: Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable, Deceiving the High and the Low

Imperial Capital, outside the Phoenix Soar Inn.

Lian Han Xing went out alone to get some air when three people suddenly blocked her path. The leader barked: “Stop!”

He pulled out a portrait and studied her face closely, then asked: “Is this you?”

Lian Han Xing glanced at it with a calm look and answered: “It’s me. Back then, I was still very pure.”

“Good, you admit it,” the man said as he put the portrait away with a cruel grin. Killing intent burst from him as he called out: “Brothers, move!”

All three erupted with aura. They were all in the Life-and-Death realm, and their pressure shook the clouds. But they were facing a Reincarnation realm expert, and not just any expert, but a top one. Lian Han Xing moved only a little, and the result was two dead and one badly wounded.

“Little rat, count yourself lucky you ran fast,” she said with a scornful smile as the last man fled in a panic, bleeding and stumbling.

A shaken voice came from behind: “Junior brother, what just happened?” Lian Han Xing turned and saw Chen Ling’er step out of the shadows. It was clear she had been watching for a while.

“It’s nothing, I just swatted a few flies,” Lian Han Xing said.

“Are you really my junior brother?” Chen Ling’er trembled, looking like she might collapse.

“Hmph, so noisy,” Lian Han Xing said with impatience as she slapped out, knocking Chen Ling’er unconscious in one strike. She lowered her voice and whispered: “Sleep well. When you wake up, you will forget everything.” She used a unique secret art that could reshape a person’s memories.

At that same time, gloom hung over the Celestial Masters Clan’s inn. The only surviving Life-and-Death realm man shook all over and knelt before You Feng.

“You said he showed strength as strong as a Reincarnation realm? Are you joking with me?” You Feng stared with wide eyes. He clearly remembered that Zhou Tong was only at the Harmonized Heart realm.

“Young Master, my two brothers died, and I almost lost my life too,” the man said. “Why would I lie? If you don’t believe me, look at this.” He took out a jade pendant that held an image-and-sound Array Arts, a recording of what happened.

Face set, You Feng poured spiritual power into it and activated it. The scene appeared. In it, the “Zhou Tong” look-alike made an elegant move, and the fight exploded in an instant. Two were killed at once. The last survivor only lived because he reacted fast and ran for his life. In truth, the survivor existed because the other side had shown mercy.

“This is provocation, naked provocation,” You Chong said in anger. Leaving a survivor was a warning: if they kept acting against him, this would be their fate.

“I never thought that guy was actually this strong,” You Feng muttered. He hated to admit it. Among his peers he had always been the best. His Ninth Layer cultivation let him look down on every so-called genius. With a wave of his hand, he could make opponents despair. But now, in front of a Reincarnation realm monster pretending to be weak, he was nothing.

“This is beyond what we can handle. We must ask the clan for help,” he said through clenched teeth. To his pride, this was torture. To be beaten this badly in the wild lands meant all the people he used to look down on would seize the chance to mock him.

Inside the State Preceptor’s manor, Zhao Wu Tian’s excited shout rang out: “It’s done. I finally did it!” He laughed, his voice echoing under the stars.

Using the scroll Zhou Tong had given him, he had perfectly repaired the Life Extinguishing Desolation Array. There was not a single flaw left. Everything was ready. All that was left was the right moment. When the auction began and countless experts gathered here, he would activate the Array Arts and refine everyone in the Imperial Capital.

“It’s not that simple. To run the Array Arts, you still need enough sacrifices,” said a cold voice behind him.

Three black figures appeared. They were powerhouses of the Devil Race: the Tun Lan Commander, the Tun Yuan Devil Marshal, and the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable.

“I’m prepared,” Zhao Wu Tian said, eyes shining with madness. The sacrifices had to be people utterly devoted to him. As sect master of the Heavenly Dao Manor, he had long trained his sect into his own death assassins. Soldiers are raised for a thousand days and used for one moment. It was time they did their part.

“Heh, you Humans can be more cruel than us,” the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable said with mocking amusement. “You have opened my eyes.”

Zhao Wu Tian didn’t mind the sneer. He said slowly: “According to our deal, I take the origin, and you take the Dragon Vein. When everyone in the Imperial Capital is dead, the Dragon Vein will show itself. During this time, you will clear all obstacles for me, like that guest elder.”

Fear flashed in his eyes as he named his greatest enemy: Zhou Tong.

“You mean that brat? He’s nothing,” the Tun Lan Commander said with a snort. “If he hadn’t used tricks, I could pinch him to death with one hand.”

“You’re being careless,” Zhao Wu Tian snapped. “How do you know he wasn’t holding back his true strength?”

“Human, are you teaching us how to do our job?” the Tun Yuan Devil Marshal rasped. A chill spread from him, pressing down on Zhao Wu Tian.

“Don’t try that on me. You think you can scare me? Look at yourself,” Zhao Wu Tian said with a cold smile, releasing killing intent to meet him head-on. Even with a half-saint level Devil Sovereign standing nearby, he showed no fear.

“You’re asking for death,” the Devil Marshal growled. He hadn’t expected a mere Human to defy him.

“If you’re going to be stubborn, then we have no need to cooperate,” Zhao Wu Tian said.

“You dare threaten us?”

“I do. So what?”

“Enough,” the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable said as he stepped in, stopping the clash. “Am I not enough to suppress everything?”

“That’s not safe,” Zhao Wu Tian said, shaking his head. In his mind he kept seeing the day Zhou Tong pulled down a star. Was Mu Rong Ya not strong? Zhou Tong had defeated her in one move. A single Devil Sovereign still didn’t have the right to look down on all.

“Fine, I’ll do as you say,” the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable said after a pause. “I’ll send word right now and call a Devil King to descend.”

Hearing that, Zhao Wu Tian finally smiled: “That’s more like it.”

“Venerable Lord, are we really letting a king descend? Isn’t that making a big deal out of nothing?” the Tun Lan Commander asked by sound transmission.

“Of course it’s making a big deal out of nothing,” the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable replied by sound transmission with a chuckle. “I just want to fool this fool. And you actually took it seriously.”