âNo need, this is enough,â Xu Zimo said after a moment of thought.
He turned to Situ Yunfei and said, âWatch him. Iâm going out for a bit.â
Situ Yunfei nodded slightly.
As Xu Zimo walked out of the underground tunnel, night had already fallen outside.
Except for a few patrolling servants, most people in the City Lordâs mansion had returned to rest.
Only a few windows were still lit.
The temperature had dropped, and the sky was cloudless and pitch-black.
Xu Zimo's figure blended into the darkness like a lone god of death, gradually disappearing into the night.
At that moment, inside City Lord Lu Yanguâs room in Fearless City, he sat in a chair, holding an item shaped like a tornado.
He examined it carefully. His intuition told him it held a great secret, but no matter what, he couldnât figure it out.
A strong gust of wind blew open the window.
Clang!
Lu Yangu turned his head and frowned slightly.
He put the tornado-shaped item into his storage ring, then walked to the window.
He looked outside, the deep, starless night was deathly silent.
Just as he closed the window and turned around, his eyes suddenly sharpened.
There, by the table, sat a young man he hadnât noticed before.
The youth was calmly drinking the tea on the table.
âWho are you?â Lu Yangu asked calmly.
He didnât shout or panic.
Because in this mansion, he was the strongest.
If even he couldnât defeat the opponent, asking for help would be useless.
The fact that the other could appear behind him without being noticed proved the manâs strength was equal, or greater, than his own.
âYou should already know why Iâm here,â Xu Zimo said flatly.
âLooks like quite a few people are eyeing this thing,â Lu Yangu smiled faintly. âThat only confirms it hides a big secret.â
âWithout the strength to control it, it will only get you killed,â Xu Zimo said indifferently as he stood up. âHand it over. Youâre not qualified to possess it.â
âThen what about the Slaughter Race behind me, are they qualified?â Lu Yangu sneered.
He clenched his right hand, seemingly crushing something inside it.
âYouâll regret not killing me just now when I wasnât paying attention,â
Lu Yangu chuckled.
As he spoke, the spiritforce in the air suddenly surged wildly.
An overwhelming aura began to condense.
The air crackled from the pressure.
Then, beside Lu Yangu, a black hole slowly formed.
It spun counterclockwise, and an incredibly powerful pressure emanated from within, the aura of a God Meridian Realm cultivator.
Xu Zimo could feel it clearly.
Mist inside the black hole started to clear, and Xu Zimo saw what lay within:
A palace formed from a sea of blood.
On both sides of the palace stood countless people.
Xu Zimo couldnât see their faces.
At the very top, in the center, stood a man with his back to Xu Zimo.
He wore a wide blood-red robe, draped like a cloak all the way to the floor.
Though his back was turned, the immense pressure from his presence alone made it hard for anyone to breathe.
A natural aura of supremacy surrounded him.
âI reported the inheritance to the race long ago,â Lu Yangu sneered. âI knew I couldnât keep it safe with my own strength. Didnât expect someone would really come to steal it!â
âSupreme Patriarch,â Lu Yangu bowed respectfully toward the black hole.
âReveal the secret of the inheritance, and Iâll spare your life,â the man in the black hole said, his voice authoritative.
âHow boring. I wasnât planning to make enemies of the Slaughter Empire,â Xu Zimo shook his head with a faint smile.
âGod Meridian Realm? Even if you came in person, I wouldnât care. Let alone just a mere projection.â
âYou dare insult the leader of the Slaughter Race?â Lu Yangu shouted angrily.
âEnough noise,â Xu Zimo snorted coldly.
His eyes gleamed sharply, divine might radiating from his body.
Endless Power of Creation, mixed with spiritforce, swirled around him.
He slashed down with Shadow Tyrant, using the twelfth move, Void Oblivion.
The surrounding space shattered completely.
Overwhelming power thundered down from above.
Lu Yangu tried to flee but was suppressed on the spot by Xu Zimoâs divine pressure.
Even though Lu Yangu resisted with all his strength, he was still heavily wounded by a single strike.
He collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood, unable to even struggle.
And that was only because Xu Zimo had held back.
âHow bold, to kill one of my Slaughter Empireâs members right in front of me,â the man in the black hole said coldly.
As he spoke, the surrounding space fractured completely, the echo of his voice lingering.
Then a massive hand appeared, carrying divine pressure as it descended.
The hand looked as if it emerged from a sea of blood.
Around it were illusions of countless worlds.
Mountains of bones, storms of blood, endless carnage from beginning to end.
Just as the giant hand was about to fall, a beastly roar erupted from nearby.
The moment the roar sounded, the hand disintegrated mid-air.
Then a beastâs claw, carrying unstoppable immortal might, swept across.
With a single swipe, it shattered the black hole in the air, dispersing it entirely.
On the ground, the heavily injured Lu Yangu stared in shock.
The massive Chaos now stood beside Xu Zimo, its eyes like bronze bells, staring directly at him.
Just moments ago, this beast had casually destroyed the God Meridian Realm projection with a single blow.
He didnât know what kind of creature it was, but Lu Yangu now realized, he was in serious trouble.
...
Meanwhile, far away in a distant sea of blood, a blood-red palace stood quietly in the center of the ocean.
Inside the hall, almost all members of the Slaughter Race were present.
The hall was dead silent.
The blood-robed man at the head of the room had been quiet for a long time.
Someone below finally asked, âSupreme Patriarch, what was that just now?â
âSomeone shattered my projection,â the blood-robed man replied flatly.
His right hand trembled slightly, though he hid it well, no one else noticed.
In truth, there was something he hadnât told them.
At the moment the black hole shattered, he felt an incredibly powerful beast aura, so powerful, it couldâve killed him instantly.