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...