The Fall of the Divine Tyrant
Translated by Basingh
Long Chen had been watching from the sidelines, but in reality, he had been ready to strike at any moment. Now, the opportunity had finally arrived.
In a flash, he appeared behind Ming Cangyue, striking from his blind spot—bypassing the man’s instincts completely. His hand shot out like lightning, seizing Ming Cangyue’s throat.
But just as Long Chen was about to snap his neck—
SCHING!
Black scales erupted across Ming Cangyue’s neck, and a terrifying surge of divine emperor energy exploded outward.
“A rune set by a Divine Emperor?!”
Long Chen’s expression changed drastically.
BOOM!
There was no time to retreat. A deafening explosion rang out as Long Chen was blasted backward. He let out a muffled groan, his hand now a mangled mess of blood and flesh.
“Damn! That bastard almost got me.”
A cold sweat ran down his back. If it weren’t for the power of Evilmoon shielding his hand at the last second, absorbing most of the impact, he wouldn’t have escaped unscathed—at best, he’d be gravely injured.
RUMBLE…
Ming Cangyue’s aura skyrocketed, as if he had been possessed by a god. Waves of devastating energy surged outward, forcing both Long Chen and Gui Yun to retreat.
“AHHHH!!”
Ming Cangyue let out a bloodcurdling scream. His power was surging uncontrollably, yet his voice was filled with sheer terror and despair.
Long Chen’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell is going on?”
Evilmoon’s voice echoed in his mind, calm yet ominous:
“It looks like you triggered the seal inside his body. If I’m not mistaken, that seal was meant for his breakthrough to Divine Emperor.”
“And?”
“And now that you’ve forcefully activated it, his body can’t handle the power. He’s going to self-destruct.”
Long Chen’s heart pounded. Self-destruct?!
In an instant, he understood the truth—Ming Cangyue wasn’t the only one. The other supreme geniuses, including Di Feng, likely had the same type of seal in their bodies.
It was a safeguard, a deterrent. If one of them ever faced certain death, they could trigger the seal and take their enemy down with them.
“Long Chen! I’LL DRAG YOU TO HELL WITH ME!!”
Ming Cangyue roared, his body radiating a blinding light like a miniature sun. His figure was completely obscured, leaving only his voice—filled with unwillingness and rage.
FWIP!
Out of nowhere, a dark spear pierced through the void.
The brilliant radiance dimmed in an instant.
Silence.
Then, everyone saw it—an obsidian spear impaling Ming Cangyue’s chest.
His eyes widened in horror as he looked down at the weapon lodged in his body. He could feel it—his power was being devoured at a terrifying rate. Despair gripped his heart.
“No… impossible…”
A shadow stepped forward, appearing in front of Ming Cangyue. When he saw the figure, his pupils shrank to pinpricks.
“Lord Ming Cangyue,” the newcomer sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “To die under the Execution Spear of the Evil Dragon Clan… consider it an honor.”
Ming Cangyue’s body trembled. His eyes, once filled with fury, now burned with rage and disbelief. “Di Feng… YOU BASTARD!”
His arm shot out, trying to grab Di Feng, but his strength was already gone—devoured by the spear.
The Execution Spear—the forbidden weapon of the Evil Dragon Clan.
A tool of execution, meant to seal away the power of traitors and criminals. Only three existed in the entire clan, held personally by the patriarch.
It was a weapon so vile, so dangerous, that if it ever fell into the wrong hands, it could spell disaster for the entire Evil Dragon Clan.
And yet, one had vanished in an ancient civil war hundreds of thousands of years ago. Despite years of searching, the clan had never found it.
But now—here it was.
Ming Cangyue understood everything in that moment.
Di Feng’s clan had hidden it all along.
His vision blurred. His rage boiled over, but his voice was weak. “Di Feng… you’re dead. Your entire clan will be executed for this treason…”
Di Feng smirked. “Spare me your curses, Lord Ming Cangyue. Just die already.”
His grip tightened around the Execution Spear.
THRUST!
Ming Cangyue’s body exploded into dust.
The battlefield fell eerily silent.
No one could see clearly. The intense divine radiance had left them blinded, deafened to what had just transpired.
But then—
They felt it.
Ming Cangyue’s aura had vanished.
A collective shudder ran through the watching warriors.
BUZZ! BUZZ!
Two figures shot out from the distorted space at the heart of the battlefield.
One wore a hooded cloak, his face obscured. In his hands, a long spear danced through the air, slicing the void itself. Wherever he passed, enemies were reduced to a mist of blood.
The other was Gui Yun, his Bloodfiend Halberd carving through flesh as he tore into his foes.
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
As the world processed Ming Cangyue’s death, the real massacre had already begun.
A slaughter beyond imagination.
“RUN!”
Terror gripped the warriors as they finally understood—Ming Cangyue was dead. And Long Chen wasn’t going to spare a single one of them.
BOOM!
But escape was a fantasy. A ripple of divine power erupted from Gui Yun and the hooded figure, forming an Emperor Domain.
In an instant, their enemies felt like they were wading through quicksand.
It wasn’t enough to paralyze them completely, but it slowed them down—just enough.
Enough to kill them all.
Desperate screams rang out.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
It was over in seconds.
🔥 Final Thoughts & Discussion! 🔥
In this explosive chapter, Long Chen once again proves his cunning and dominance on the battlefield. The unexpected twist with Ming Cangyue’s divine seal adds an intense layer of danger, but the true shocker is Di Feng’s treachery. The reveal of the Execution Spear hints at deeper conspiracies within the Evil Dragon Clan, setting the stage for future conflicts.
What does Di Feng’s submission truly mean? Is he loyal, or is this another scheme? And with Ming Cangyue dead, what repercussions will follow?
📢 Leave your thoughts in the comments! Who do you think Long Chen’s next challenge will be? 👇🔥
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