In the Great Saint Ruins.
Chen Xia held his sword, stepping through the heavens. The crimson pupil in his left eye was filled with killing intent, and the heart devil that had not shown itself for a long time was revealed in this moment, shining brightly.
With the body of a Celestial Dragon, thunder protecting his form, igniting blood to destroy souls. He opened the way, condensing three million flying swords into the hilt of a semi-immortal sword.
He was truly angry now.
Little Supreme was still sitting calmly atop the firmament, chatting with the Lord of Thousand Stars from the Twilight Realm. His expression suddenly froze in disbelief as he looked downward.
There was a flash of light.
Like a sword light, yet containing many other things.
Blood splattered out.
Little Supreme's expression was one of shock and horror. His eyes glanced to the side to see fresh blood spraying, along with a severed arm flying through the air.
His own arm started hurting badly. He quickly looked down to find his left arm completely cut off.
Run!
An unstoppable thought flashed through Little Supreme's mind. Immediately after, he could not stop himself. His body rapidly retreated, flashing to the other side of the firmament.
Chen Xia held his sword in his right hand and pinched a strand of the timeline in his left. He fiercely pulled back toward himself.
One step faster.
Just one step faster.
He appeared one instant earlier than Little Supreme in this spot, wielding his immortal sword to kill, this time directly aiming for Little Supreme's head.
"Protect!" Little Supreme roared loudly. His body's clothes shone with divine light, forming a covering like the great sun to block the immortal sword strike. The sword energy and divine light collided and eroded each other.
The clothes on Little Supreme's body continuously shattered and disintegrated into dust. He clenched his teeth tightly and pinched seals with both hands once more, shouting in a low voice.
"Ten Thousand Miles Escape!"
This was an extremely profound escaping technique.
But before his body could get away, a pure white hand grabbed toward him. Rather than calling it a hand, it was more like a claw. It just reached out in front of Little Supreme, seeming to grasp something non-existent between heaven and earth. Then it forcefully squeezed.
Bang!
Little Supreme spat out blood, his expression terrifying. His body stopped moving, and the technique instantly shattered.
"How is this possible, how?!" Little Supreme's expression was panicked and bewildered as he repeatedly muttered.
The sword light shone again. Chen Xia did not give him any chance to catch his breath or even say another word. He simply and steadily chopped at Little Supreme's head once more.
Little Supreme gritted his teeth as his neck resisted the sword light, and his body tumbled backwards again. Fresh blood continued spilling out, but he did not perish. Rather, he took advantage of the reflected sword light to start escaping.
This was another one of his life-saving methods. He used one of his Three Souls and seven souls as a life sacrifice, giving it to Chen Xia in exchange for clinging onto a remaining life.
Although this method could preserve one life, missing souls and souls would cause an immediate decline. His cultivation base would continuously drain away, and even his divine sense would become more and more scarce.
He may have escaped death, but the ensuing troubles were endless.
And escaping death did not mean he could live on.
Chen Xia instantly reacted. He lightly pulled at the space in front of him once more. This time, his figure did not appear one step ahead of Little Supreme, but directly chased up to him and grabbed his arm before beheading him with a sword strike.
Little Supreme's entire body was drenched in blood. At this point, he no longer had the slightest strength left to resist. He dumbly looked at Chen Xia, unable to beg for mercy or even figure out what to do.
Buzz!
The cry of the sword was very loud, the sword energy dazzling.
The sword strike was unimpeded as it swept past the head. Fresh blood sprayed out.
The scene was silent for a long time as the surrounding cultivators watched in shock.
Chen Xia held up a severed head, his expression somewhat gloomy.
Immortal technique, body replacement!
This Little Supreme had an immortal-grade life-saving technique on him. It seemed the Supreme Realm emperors had gone through a lot of effort to protect his life, unexpectedly using the life of another young Supreme Realm genius for a body replacement, trading for Little Supreme's life.
Now there was no trace of Little Supreme's aura left in the Great Saint Ruins. It was unknown where he had escaped to.
Chen Xia exhaled. He did not care too much. Since it was the emperor's methods, it was normal for them to preserve Little Supreme's life. Besides, after today, Little Supreme's cultivation would only continue declining. He would face an inevitable downfall.
If they met again in the future, Chen Xia could kill him with a casual sword strike. For now, he was just allowing Little Supreme to cling onto his wretched life a while longer.
And it wasn't just Little Supreme he wanted to kill.
Chen Xia turned his head, his eyes looking toward the starry sky. The Lord of Thousand Stars was quite cunning. He had run away while Chen Xia fought Little Supreme, even using the great teleportation abilities of his own realm's interface. He had probably escaped outside the Great Saint Ruins already.
Only the Inheritor of an immortal emperor was left staring dumbfoundedly, seemingly not understanding why a steady besiegement had turned into the current situation.
This was different from what they had agreed on!
Shouldn't it have been that after killing Xu Zhen, the immortals would begin focusing on grooming him? They would expend all of the cultivators' strength to help him seize a great saint opportunity and return to the immortal realm to become an Honored One. Then he would have hopes of obtaining an emperor's seat.
That was how it should have gone!
He was still dumbly thinking this when Chen Xia arrived before him with sword in hand.
"Don't, don't!" The emperor's inheritor reacted and hurriedly waved his head while pleadingly looking to the surrounding people for help, loudly shouting,
"Save me, help me! I can have the immortal realm give tremendous rewards. When I become an emperor, you will certainly benefit!"
His words had already become somewhat deranged.
Chen Xia arrived before him with sword raised.
The Divine Realm Prince folded his arms and shook his head, no longer watching the bloody scene.
Jian Er asked at the side, "Can't bear to watch?"
"I just feel it's boring," the Prince replied. He was silent for a moment before adding, "And I also feel a sense of empathy."
"You can actually empathize with others? How strange," Jian Er laughed.
The Prince's eyebrows furrowed. He pondered for a bit then said, "How to put it? I'm mainly unhappy that such an unreasonable existence has suddenly shown up when I had suppressed him over a thousand years ago. Now he seems invincible. It really doesn't make me happy."
"Don't worry, think of something happy. At least he isn't hacking away at you," Jian Er consoled while taking another look at the bloody scene in the distance, sighing again.
"I hope we don't end up contending against each other in the future."
"Contending against each other?" The Prince raised an eyebrow and corrected, "It should be him massacring others."
Jian Er had a complicated expression. He spat out a single word that best matched his feelings.
"Damn."
The immortal emperor's Inheritor was not a top genius, so he did not have as many life-saving methods as the others. He struggled futilely under Chen Xia's sword for half an incense stick's worth of time.
It was like a dying fish flopping helplessly on the chopping block.
The surrounding cultivators had complex expressions, all unable to laugh.
They were also top geniuses, but they felt Chen Xia killing them would be no different than him killing the immortal emperor's Inheritor. They would just be fish on his chopping block.
A sense of empathy indeed.
Chen Xia put away his sword and wiped the fresh blood off his hands clean. He lowered his head to look downward.
There was a girl who looked delicate gently smiling up at him.
Perhaps she could no longer be called a girl.
Because her black hair had turned silvery white.
Her beautiful dark locks had become white in an instant, and there were tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
She looked up at Chen Xia with slight worry and asked,
"Are you alright?"
How to respond?
Chen Xia pursed his lips and nodded.
"I'm fine."
The two no longer had anything more to say to each other. Ma Xiaohong just kept smiling at him.
Her mottled white hair blocked the starlight.
Unclear.
Darkened.