Chapter 536

Chapter 536: The Great Sage of the Nine Heavens Makes His Move

Boom!

An Xing threw a punch.

A punch belonging to the Emperor Realm, and with it, all fluctuations turned silent.

Even though this fluctuation was caused by a chaotic battle among many Quasi-Emperors, it appeared weak and insignificant under this punch.

This is an Emperor.

Not to mention An Xing’s attitude towards the so-called divine beings; just this one punch already displayed the demeanor of an Emperor.

Yet, An Xing didn’t show the majesty of an Emperor. After tossing out this punch without a hint of hesitation, he turned and ran, his body transforming into a swirling red sphere of light, fueled by his burning blood, his very essence.

He didn’t even look to see what damage this punch caused.

A Quasi-Emperor could definitely not stop this attack; even if all thirty-odd Quasi-Emperors came together, they still couldn’t halt it.

Although Quasi-Emperors and Emperors differ by just one realm, in reality, it’s as stark a difference as heaven and earth, even greater than the gap between an Emperor and a Celestial Lord.

An Emperor is one of the biggest dividing lines among all realms.

The other dividing line is between Saints and Celestial Lords.

The laws left by a Saint can crush a Celestial Lord, so one can imagine the exaggerated level of a Saint.

An Xing was truly running for his life.

With his strength, escaping from the Seventh Heaven was practically instantaneous.

Yet, as he ran, despair began to creep in.

Because the path ahead had no end.

The edge he could normally see in a glance completely disappeared at this moment.

Dark light bloomed in An Xing’s eyes, seeking to pierce through his current situation.

But he realized he could not see through it.

He stopped in his tracks.

With no endpoint in sight, continuing to run lost all meaning.

His body drenched in cold sweat, he looked around, hastily bolstering his defenses.

But the scene he turned back to see filled him with even more despair.

Because not far behind him was the battlefield of the Quasi-Emperors.

His fleeting escape had barely put distance between him and the Quasi-Emperor battlefield.

All the Quasi-Emperors, not just them, all the cultivators stood still behind, like a painting frozen in time.

Even the fist imprint he had cast still lingered at the point of parting from his fist.

He didn’t see the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens’ figure.

But he understood; the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens was omnipresent.

He swallowed hard, his voice dry and hoarse.

“Great Sage of the Nine Heavens, I was wrong!”

A figure appeared before An Xing, coming from blurry to clear. Clad in a spotless white robe, tall and sturdy, with a resolute expression bearing a hint of anger.

He walked step by step towards An Xing.

An Xing’s body trembled uncontrollably.

“I’m willing to be sealed, I’m willing to atone, I beg the Great Sage to spare my life.”

The Great Sage of the Nine Heavens didn’t utter a single word and approached An Xing.

Raising his hand for a strike.

As the hand came down, An Xing’s pupils constricted to the extreme, the sense of impending death unlike anything he’d felt before.

In that hand, he felt the very heavens and earth collapsing, time itself shattering.

He felt small as an ant, overwhelmed beneath the giants’ palm.

He would die!

He clearly felt that under this palm, he would die.

He didn’t want to die!

An Xing let out a beast-like roar, “Divine Being!”

Save me!

A strange wave of energy enveloped An Xing, a deep-seated danger spreading in all directions, and in his eyes appeared a bizarre and terrifying bug shrouded in black mist.

This bug was unnerving to behold; locking eyes with it felt as if a great calamity would surely follow.

A glimmer of surprise crossed the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens’ eyes.

The palm transformed into a claw.

With a casual swipe, a ghastly shriek erupted from within An Xing.

Gazing at the bug appearing in his palm, a look of realization dawned on the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens.

So, it’s like this.

The bug unleashed boundless power but could only blossom beneath the Great Sage’s hand. The Great Sage then turned his palm into a strike again, lightly slapping down on An Xing along with the bug.

An Xing shrieked in agony.

His body burned as if engulfed in the world’s hottest flames, turning to ash inch by inch, swept away by the wind.

At that moment, the world fell still, yet continued to flow.

The Emperor’s attack had long since vanished.

Many Quasi-Emperors didn’t even realize an Emperor had struck them. What had just unfolded felt utterly insensible to them.

The battle continued.

“Boom!”

A resounding blast!

The Dao lamented, the heavens and earth mourned.

This kind of sorrow left many Quasi-Emperors horrified, because it was far beyond the grief triggered by a Quasi-Emperor’s demise—it was unmistakably that of an Emperor!

Just then, did an Emperor fall?

But just as quickly as the sorrow arose, it quelled like a fleeting formality.

The Quasi-Emperors looked bewildered, even losing some of their fighting spirit.

An Emperor, generally speaking, whether good or evil, upon cultivating to this realm, their fall would evoke sorrow in the heavens and earth, a recognition of a powerful figure.

But what was happening now?

An Emperor falls, and even the heavens and earth do not mourn?

But soon, a delayed realization sparked in their minds.

The Great Sage of the Nine Heavens, had he just acted?

The Dark Clan’s Emperor had attempted to make a move against them, only to trigger the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens’ laws and be casually slapped dead!

Memories began to surface, time had experienced some bizarre shifts that muddled their recollections.

Yet everyone witnessed the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens destroying the Emperor, as simple as squashing an ant.

The Emperor couldn’t even muster a resistance.

All the Quasi-Emperors felt extreme horror.

Because it had been an exceptionally long time since the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens had acted. So much so that many in the new generation had never experienced his era.

Plus, the Great Sage was reluctant to share his past, leading to scarce evaluations of him in history.

Most descriptions merely spoke of him as the wickedness that shook the universe, annihilating false gods of all realms, propping up the collapsing heavens and earth, and shaping the cosmos of the Nine Heavens.

Fragments of lore merely hinted at the Great Sage’s formidable power.

But just how strong was he?

Too many people did not know.

And now, they knew.

Unrivaled, unstoppable, unrivaled under heaven!

The Great Sage of the Nine Heavens… badass!