Chapter 0122

Chapter 122: Devil Race Juice, I Love Drinking Devil Race Juice!

The Heavenly Devil Venerable put away the Devil Race’s sacred artifact, rage burning in his chest as if it would set the sky on fire. Everything had been going smoothly after they forced out the Dragon Vein, but no one expected the empress to appear out of nowhere.

In the blink of an eye, the situation flipped. The empress not only fused with the Dragon Vein, she also badly damaged the Devil Race’s sacred artifact, taking away his last means of defense. The Devil Sovereign was now no more than an ordinary Half Saint. As for the Devil Marshal, usually a Samsara realm powerhouse who could walk sideways, here he was at the very bottom.

Heaven and earth roared. Dragon cries and phoenix calls crossed in the air, and the empress became the only focus.

Under countless eyes, Qian Miao Yu’s aura surged. The rise was so fierce it made people shiver. In just a few breaths she stepped through realm after realm: Sky-Cleaving, Life-and-Death, Samsara, then peak Samsara. Everyone else was stunned, but Zhou Tong felt it was nothing special, since he thought: [Dragon Vein plus Phoenix Blood, plus the Heavenly Dao sacred relic, the Nameless Stele. If this was all she gained, that would be a waste.]

As expected, Qian Miao Yu’s aura climbed again. She was about to break through to Half Saint.

An old Half Saint muttered with a dazed look: “This world is insane. I must be dreaming.”

He shook, then added: “It took me a full hundred years to break into Half Saint, and this girl did it in under a hundred breaths.”

The Devil Marshal bared his eyes and roared at Zhao Wu Tian: “Run the grand array and stop her from completing the change!”

Zhao Wu Tian ignored him. He kept drawing on the array, building walls of power around himself, making his position unshakable.

The Devil Marshal exploded in fury and shouted: “Damn humans, you dare disobey my order. When this is over, I will tear you to pieces!”

With a thunderous boom, the Life Extinguishing Desolation Array ran again and Zhao Wu Tian seized the initiative. He stood high above and said: “It can end now,” then he slammed down with a blood-red giant palm that covered the sky, aiming to kill Qian Miao Yu on the spot.

Nine Half Saints moved at once. Divine might burst out as they struggled to hold that palm.

Zhao Wu Tian pressed harder and said: “Still resisting? Then let me give you release,” forcing them to their limits.

Zhou Tong glanced calmly at Qian Miao Yu beside him. She was at the final key step and had hit a big obstacle. He spoke softly: “Let me help you once more,” then flipped his wrist and brought out the Mountains and Rivers Sovereign Seal.

Mental power surged. He ground the great seal to powder, and a thick tide of national fortune leapt out. He said: “The Ling Xiao Empire’s ten-thousand-year legacy should act now,” and guided that power into the empress.

In a flash, Qian Miao Yu’s bottleneck vanished. The breakthrough came as easily as water flowing.

She shouted with imperial force: “Vile creature, get away from me,” then ripped open the glow before her and shoved at the bloody palm. The bloody handprint was cut in midair. Golden light blazed as the blood energy rolled back and crashed hard beside Zhao Wu Tian.

Veteran Half Saints stared, dumbfounded. This power already neared the Half Saint limit and stood above them all.

Qian Miao Yu flushed with joy and said: “Consultant, I did it!”

In that moment, the Imperial House’s bloodline curse was completely broken. Beyond that, she reached a height none of her ancestors had ever known.

Half Saint power. Dragon Marrow, Phoenix Body. In one day, the empress leaped from a decent cultivator to a top heaven’s chosen with the right to aim at the peak.

Under the heavy clouds, ambition rose in her heart. She looked down over the vast land, then fixed her gaze on Zhou Tong and said: “Him and the world, I want both!”

The blood mist thinned. Inside a blood-red shield, Zhao Wu Tian stood unharmed even after that blow. He smiled coldly and said: “I am invincible. You will never hurt me. No one can.”

The empress smiled with calm confidence and lifted her slender hands. At once, a great rumble rolled up from the Imperial Capital. Houses and palaces began to shift and slide. Using the Dragon Vein, she was changing the city’s layout.

Zhao Wu Tian’s face changed as he snapped: “You dare try to twist the array’s foundation to destroy it?”

He steadied his voice and said: “Stop dreaming. The grand array is set and solid as iron. Even with the Dragon Vein, you cannot change its pattern.” He was not wrong. The Life Extinguishing Desolation Array had taken root and locked the foundation. Even with the Dragon Vein, she could only pry up a corner.

However, that was enough.

Dragon cries and phoenix calls filled the sky. Qian Miao Yu formed hand seals. A giant dragon-and-phoenix phantom rose behind her. Within it flowed the Empire’s fate and a supreme power of faith that suppressed all obstacles.

She swept her arm and said: “Go,” sending dragon and phoenix weaving into a heaven-piercing arrow that shot into the blood-red barrier.

Under Zhao Wu Tian’s shocked eyes, the barrier rippled wildly, then fine cracks spread across it. With a sharp crack, it shattered. The arrow scraped past his ear and vanished into the distance.

His face turned dark. From this moment on, he had lost his protection.

“Kill,” everyone shouted, throwing out their strongest moves at Zhao Wu Tian and the two devils. In a single clash, the three were gravely wounded. Blood poured out, and they were on the verge of collapse.

Zhao Wu Tian roared at the Devil Sovereign: “Damn it, has the Devil King still not arrived?”

The Devil Marshal pointed at him from on high and cursed: “Ant, mind your tone. You are only a dog of the Devil Race.”

The Heavenly Devil Venerable’s face turned cold as he said: “That’s right. You are not qualified to ask about the Devil King’s whereabouts.”

Zhao Wu Tian’s eyes flashed with cruelty as he said: “So you don’t know either. In that case,” and in a sudden burst he grabbed both with a bloody giant hand and crushed them into heavy injuries.

The two devils screamed. Zhao Wu Tian snarled: “Useless posers, good for nothing. Then pay me with your lives,” and twisted them like a wet rag. Black liquid gushed out. He drank it down in great gulps. That liquid was the Devil Race’s origin.

He laughed madly and shouted: “Hahaha, so good. Devil Race juice. I love drinking Devil Race juice!”