Chapter 0120

Chapter 120: Once a traitor, a traitor for life!

From the crowd below, someone cried out: “What? The guest elder’s power has been sealed?”

At once, faces changed and hope died again.

Up in the sky, a ripple spread, and two pitch black figures stepped out as a cold voice mocked them: “You did not hear wrong. Your last hope is gone.”

Someone pointed in shock like they had seen a ghost and shouted: “Devil Race, it is the Heavenly Devil Race!”

Another person roared in fury: “The Heavenly Dao Residence has joined hands with the Devil Race. This betrays our ancestors, the vilest treachery among men!”

Hearing that, Zhao Wu Tian’s face turned dark. He flicked his hand and cut the speaker down on the spot, then he snapped at the two black figures behind him: “Why did you show up early?”

He glared back at the Devil Sovereign and the Devil Marshal with clear displeasure.

The Tun Yuan Devil Marshal burst out laughing and said: “So what? The outcome is set. They are finished. Only now you remember what shame is?”

He sneered again and shouted: “Once a traitor, a traitor for life. Even if you kill them all, you cannot wash it away, hahaha.”

From below came the voice of the old saint calling to the young man: “Boy, the situation has changed, I will help you!”

He had not expected the Devil Race to step in. Luckily he had not acted earlier, or his cultivation would have been sealed too. Even so, the situation was still grim. Zhou Tong was restricted and might not handle what was coming.

The old saint spoke again in a low voice to the hidden youth: “Keep hiding your cultivation. It is not your time to act yet. I will drag out all the secrets behind them. When the time comes, it will be your turn.”

You Jing Feng’s heart shook as a thought flashed through his mind: [Does he mean a Devil King will step in?] He steadied himself and waited for a chance.

Zhou Tong raised his palm and cried: “Heaven Moves Myriad Phenomena!” A massive meteor fell from the sky and smashed down at Zhao Wu Tian.

With a thunderous boom, dust billowed and a golden glare swept out. When the light faded, Zhao Wu Tian stood safe and sound, his smile even more arrogant as he taunted: “Hahaha, you were only putting on a show. Fierce on the outside, weak inside. Your saint realm is useless now.”

The Tun Yuan Devil Marshal said with pride: “Of course. The power of the Myriad Devil Soul Locking Skulls is absolute. Not only his cultivation is sealed, even his spiritual power must be limited. If you do not believe it, try it.”

Zhao Wu Tian’s eyes lit up. Looking at Zhou Tong with a playful smile, he said: “If I use my spiritual power to crush a saint into a fool, will history remember my name?”

He surged with mental force. The pressure he released surpassed most half saints. But he had chosen the wrong opponent.

Zhou Tong did not hold back. His spirit force condensed to the limit and slammed forward as he said coldly: “This proud move is your biggest mistake.”

There was a heavy crash. Zhao Wu Tian’s face twisted. He convulsed like he was in a seizure, froth spilling from his mouth.

Seeing the opening, someone shouted from the crowd: “Now, together!” Nine half saint experts struck as one, unleashing a sky tearing blow at the defenseless Zhao Wu Tian.

During that brief gap, the grand array had no driver. It was Zhao Wu Tian’s weakest moment, the best chance to kill him. He was struck a fatal blow, his body almost shattering. Yet at the last moment he snapped awake and roared: “You will not kill me!”

Red light burst from him as he forced the array back into motion. Blood energy from every direction surged toward him. Low level cultivators could not resist; they became his walking blood banks. Before the naked eye, his wounds knit closed. In only a few breaths, he returned to peak state and even grew stronger.

With a vicious look, he snarled: “I am done playing. All of you can die now.”

He thrust out his hand and bellowed: “Heavenly Devil Blood Rite!” Countless blood red hurricanes rose out of thin air and covered everyone below.

He looked down from above, cold and proud, his hunger swelling like he wanted to swallow the world as he cried: “Under this array, even half saints will bleed and become my nourishment!”

Below, there were nine half saints and nearly a hundred in the Reincarnation Realm. If he refined them all, Zhao Wu Tian did not dare guess how strong he would become. Yet at that moment, something went wrong.

There were several booming blasts. A few of the blood hurricanes exploded and failed to refine their targets.

Zhao Wu Tian stared, stunned, then noticed that everyone unaffected was at the Reincarnation Realm or higher. He muttered in alarm: “This is wrong. Even half saints cannot resist the Life Extinguishing Desolation Array. Why…”

His eyes grew sinister as he glared at Zhou Tong and shouted: “You did this, did you not?”

He remembered that the method to carve the final tenth of the Array Arts had been taught to him by Zhou Tong’s own hand. He had checked his work countless times and found nothing. He never imagined the flaw would sit right at the limit of refinement.

Zhou Tong gave a cold, mocking smile and said: “You want to match me in Array Arts? You are a hundred thousand years too early.”

Zhao Wu Tian hissed back in triumph: “Fine, count you ruthless. But the Imperial Capital holds hundreds of millions. If I devour them all, how will you stop me?”

Then his face changed. To his shock, more than ninety percent of the commoners in the Imperial Capital had been moved out. The grand city was almost an empty shell.

Zhou Tong answered calmly: “Yesterday morning while I was out strolling, I told the guard commander to handle it and to start moving the people when the auction began.”

He added with a faint smile: “Too bad you and the Heavenly Dao Residence only cared about starting the array smoothly. Otherwise, that order would not have been carried out so easily.”

Zhao Wu Tian gritted his teeth and barked: “Worthy of a guest elder. Your planning impresses me. But there are still sixty thousand cultivators here. In the end, I win by one move.”

The nine half saints beside Zhou Tong were furious. They struck forward together.

Zhao Wu Tian curled his lip and said: “Petty tricks.” With a thought, the array erased their power like sand in a mill. He waved his arm, and a tidal wave of blood crashed over them. All nine half saints were wounded and blasted back, shocked to the core.

One middle aged half saint spat blood and groaned: “This is hopeless. How do we fight this?”

“Do not worry,” Zhou Tong said, steady as ever, “the turning point is almost here.” At his words, spirits lifted.

He had barely finished when radiant gold rushed from the far horizon. As it neared, the light gathered into a Five Clawed Golden Dragon, its might supreme. Someone cried out in joy: “It is the Dragon Vein!”