Translated by Basingh.
Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain
This was a textbook lure-the-tiger-away-from-the-mountain tactic.
As soon as Long Chen left the barrier, the attackers made their move. Based on standard formation principles, the moment someone exited, the surrounding runes wouldn’t have fully solidified yet—making that exact spot the weakest point of the entire barrier.
BOOM!
A colossal giant, wielding a heaven-shattering war hammer, charged forward, pouring all his strength into a devastating blow aimed directly at the barrier.
Their goal was clear—the powerful warriors within the barrier.
If they could break through and capture the Shimo Clan’s experts, they would seize an unbeatable advantage.
But Long Chen?
He merely smirked, eyes brimming with mockery.
Without even glancing back at the approaching giant, he extended his hand—
Dragon Soul Pull!
A foreign warrior was instantly yanked through the air, right into Long Chen’s grasp—his throat clutched in an unbreakable grip.
PUCHI!
Vines erupted from the warrior’s body, drilling deep into his flesh.
In an instant—an endless stream of information flooded Long Chen’s mind.
A Deathly Backlash
BOOM!
At the same time, the giant’s war hammer slammed into the crimson barrier with earth-shattering force.
A deafening explosion rang out.
But then—
The giant froze.
Completely.
CRACK… CRACK… CRACK…
The sound of something breaking echoed through the air.
But it wasn’t the barrier.
It was the war hammer—spiderweb fractures spreading across its entire surface.
The cracks didn’t stop there.
They crawled up the giant’s arms, his chest—
Until—
BANG!
Like a shattered ceramic doll, the giant exploded into countless fragments.
This was no ordinary warrior.
That giant had 999 Emperor Flames and was already on the verge of merging them—a true half-step Return-to-One Realm powerhouse.
Not only that, but he was born with monstrous strength. That hammer strike was powerful enough to shatter the heavens and split the earth.
And yet—
He struck the barrier, and the barrier didn’t even budge.
Instead, he was the one who died.
A voice, laced with lingering fear, echoed in Long Chen’s mind.
"Damn… that was close. That guy almost shook the dust off my body."
It was Evilmoon.
Long Chen was speechless.
This damn sword was getting more and more arrogant.
But still… Evilmoon’s power had become utterly terrifying.
That war hammer was a Divine Emperor artifact, even if damaged.
Yet, just touching the barrier caused it to shatter completely.
A weapon of that level?
Completely worthless before Evilmoon.
The True Hunter Arrives
The failed sneak attack left the surrounding space trembling.
One after another, figures materialized in mid-air—tens of thousands of them, all wielding longbows.
Their arrows gleamed with a chilling light, their sights locked onto Long Chen.
They understood now.
This barrier was indestructible.
No weak points. No flaws. No way inside.
That meant Plan A was out.
Plan B?
Kill Long Chen.
After all, he could move freely through the barrier. Their logic was simple—if he died, the barrier might collapse on its own.
Of course, that was nothing more than wishful thinking.
They didn’t realize—
This wasn’t a formation.
And Long Chen?
He wasn’t the formation’s core.
His gaze swept across the battlefield, completely ignoring the countless arrows aimed at him.
Instead, he stared at a particular spot in the void.
And sneered.
“You’re a real coward, you know that?”
His voice was laced with mockery.
“You dare to come, yet you don’t dare to show your face?”
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then—
HUM!
The space in front of him twisted slightly.
A man slowly stepped out of the void.
He carried a longbow on his back, his demeanor icy and arrogant, exuding the presence of a slaughtering god.
"I came here to clean up some small fries for the Heavenly Demon Clan," the man spoke, his tone devoid of emotion. "I never expected to catch such a big fish."
A Fateful Encounter
Long Chen’s gaze sharpened.
"Dark Night Divine Owl… Xiao Li."
"Brutal. Bloodthirsty. Ten days ago, you fused your Emperor Flame and ascended to Return-to-One Realm. The Heavenly Demon Clan paid a heavy price to hire you… to slaughter the Shimo Clan."
The moment Long Chen spoke, Xiao Li’s expression darkened.
Every single word was spot on.
His clan, the Dark Night Divine Owl, had powerful soul-sealing restrictions—outsiders should have been incapable of prying into their secrets.
Yet somehow…
Long Chen knew everything.
Xiao Li narrowed his eyes.
"Interesting. No wonder the Qiankun Cauldron ended up in your hands."
Then he smirked.
"But it doesn’t matter. Even if you know all of my clan’s secrets—"
"You’re about to die."
His killing intent surged like a tide.
Long Chen, however, was lost in thought.
The Dark Night lineage exists here too…
The Demon Race exists here too…
The Monster Race exists here too…
Then what about the Human Race?
If the outside world had every race found in the Nine Heavens…
Then where were the human invaders?
His thoughts drifted back to a phrase he had once heard—
The Nine Heavens is a cage. A prison.
The Outside World’s Demon Race had no connection to the Nine Heavens’ Demon Race.
That’s why they massacred them without hesitation.
But after the Chaos War, the Nine Heavens crumbled, and the outside world’s experts suffered heavy losses.
That’s when they changed tactics.
Instead of wiping everyone out, they started recruiting traitors.
The Nine Heavens Demon Race? Now riddled with spies.
Long Chen’s heart sank.
The real war wasn’t just against outside invaders.
The Nine Heavens itself was already crumbling from within.
"This won’t do. I have to gather all the people I can trust—immediately."
The first group that came to mind?
The Four-Sided Alliance.
They were in the greatest danger.
Xiao Li’s voice pulled him back to the present.
"What’s the matter? Afraid?"
He slowly drew his bow.
HUM!
As soon as he touched the bowstring, the world plunged into darkness.
A bow drenched in countless lives—a Divine Emperor Artifact reeking of slaughter.
"Hand over the Qiankun Cauldron, and I might leave you a complete corpse."
Final Thought:
This battle has only just begun.
Long Chen stands alone, surrounded by countless enemies.
But the real danger?
The traitors hiding in plain sight.
Now, he must act.
Before it’s too late.
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