Chapter 0142

Chapter 142: Ahead of Us, No Enemy Can Stand!

The boy’s voice shook the universe, and in less than a blink, the silent death array started up again and burst with its greatest power.

Zhou Tong called out: “Authority, return!”

In an instant, the blood mist filling the sky was swept clean and drew back into Zhou Tong’s body. Even the grand array burned at its limit, then offered itself up and broke apart into pure energy that Zhou Tong took in with a smile. The Living-Dead Silence Array collapsed completely, yet it helped Zhou Tong ascend and step into a terrifying new realm.

Little White roared like thunder, and in the blink of an eye his body grew with the wind and became a giant ten thousand zhang tall, with a blue face and fangs. While everyone watched in fear, he stood with his head under the Nine Heavens and his feet on the Nine Nether, as wind and thunder gathered into a spear in his hands, then he swung it down in one strike.

The empress murmured to herself: “I’ve seen this before.” In her dream, Zhou Tong had used this very move to help her suppress the Dragon Vein; she had not expected it to be real.

Zhou Tong shouted: “Heaven and Earth Manifestation, radiant might hear my command: cut without mercy!”

The giant spear tore through everything and landed precisely on the three devils. Endless light burst out, but then a lump of black qi surged from the center and swallowed the light instead. That black qi was not demonic energy but the primal chaos that appears when the laws reopen heaven and earth. In the hazy glare, the three devils were ripped apart at the same time and turned to drifting dust.

Sword Saint stared and blurted out: “Is he really this strong now?” He had traded Sword Dao with Zhou Tong before and lost badly, but he had also been sure Zhou Tong had not reached the Saint realm yet.

You Jing Feng said in a low voice: “No matter what his exact realm is, do not underestimate him, or you’ll pay a heavy price.”

Sword Saint rolled his eyes and muttered: “Like I need you to tell me?” He had already learned that lesson the hard way.

The smog cleared and heaven and earth turned bright. The three devils seemed truly slain; not a trace of them could be found in the air.

Zhao Wu Tian turned pale as he looked at Zhou Tong and the others, and he trembled as he said: “This… this can’t be.” He had never felt such despair. He was facing three Saint-level powers. To them, killing him would be like pinching an ant.

Sword Saint snapped: “I’ll handle him!” His glare cracked like a thunderbolt, ready to grind Zhao Wu Tian’s soul and flesh to nothing.

Zhao Wu Tian screamed: “Ahhh!” He almost scattered into nothing, his realm dropping hard to the peak of the Reincarnation Realm.

A figure stepped out from space as Zhang Chu Qiao said calmly: “Senior, please wait. Give this person to me.” After decades, hunter and prey had finally switched places.

A voice said to her: “Senior sister, this trash made you suffer so much. Now you can take it all back.”

Zhang Chu Qiao nodded slightly: “Mm.” Her face turned ice-cold. The conspiracy from decades ago had almost destroyed her and dragged countless brothers and sisters down to the Yellow Springs. Even the once-rising Joyous Union Sect fell and nearly lost its line. Facing the mastermind now, she had no reason to hold back. There was only one thing to do: send him miserably down to Hell.

Zhao Wu Tian tried to sneer: “You think you can kill me… keep dreaming.” He saw a sliver of hope and planned to seize Zhang Chu Qiao as a hostage to buy himself a chance.

Before he could finish, a tidal killing intent blasted him away. Two figures broke from the main battlefield and clashed in the distance.

Zhou Tong glanced at the empress and ordered: “Go protect her. Unless there is no other choice, do not take action.”

Qian Miao Yu stiffened at his overbearing tone and answered: “I… I understand.” She circled around the three and ran toward the distant fight. [I am an empress with boundless power and a Half Saint at my peak. In Zhou Tong’s heart, am I still not as good as a little girl?] She bit back a sour feeling and snorted: “Just wait, honored guest. One day you will notice my charm.”

Back on the main battlefield, Sword Saint asked: “Is it over?” In his mind, Devil Kings were never that easy to kill.

Zhou Tong answered coolly: “Of course not. But this is the last time. They have no strength left to turn things around.”

As he spoke, a pitch-black hurricane surged up in the void. It was the dense, savage origin of the Devil Race. At that sight, Holy Heart’s face changed sharply.

Holy Heart warned: “Be careful. They are fusing. This is the Devil Kings’ final trump card!”

Sword Saint and You Jing Feng grew solemn. Even as Saints, they felt a power that made their hearts pound. The people below could hardly bear the pressure and sank into despair.

Zhou Tong spoke in a steady, ringing voice: “Do not fear.” His words held unshakable will and washed away the crowd’s fear and despair. Then he declared: “Ahead of us, no enemy can stand!”

A cold voice answered from the storm: “Humans ants, you are daydreaming.” The hurricane tightened into a terrifying figure that carried the aura of three Heavenly Kings. The three Devil Kings had become one.

He took a single step and the void shook. Black ripples surged forward like a falling heaven’s punishment. Sword Saint and You Jing Feng struck together, a sword and a palm blocking the wave of demonic power.

The Fused Demon King showed an evil smile and purred: “There is a flaw.” Behind him, a dharma avatar appeared that looked almost the same as he did and threw a punch toward the front.

Sword Saint and You Jing Feng’s pupils shrank. They prepared to defend early, but they were still knocked flying, Saint blood wetting the corners of their mouths.

Sword Saint gasped: “Impossible. I clearly blocked it.”

You Jing Feng said: “That punch held a strange force. It may be his avatar causing it.”

The Fused Demon King laughed wildly: “Ha, the old truly are sly. Too bad you cannot solve this. You are dead either way.”

He vanished, then appeared behind Zhou Tong. He hissed: “Got you now. Kill one first. Die!” He held nothing back and punched at the back of Zhou Tong’s head. Sword Saint and You Jing Feng were right there, yet they seemed frozen and did not react.

The Devil King smirked: “So easy.” But at that instant, Zhou Tong suddenly turned and locked eyes with him.

Little White appeared, now the same size as Zhou Tong, and caught the fatal punch.

The Fused Demon King’s face twisted: “How is this possible?”

Zhou Tong smiled and said: “Surprised? Time Stop. Looks like our avatars are the same type.”