Chapter 1928: King of Kings

Chapter 1928: King of Kings

However, soon after, a voice exclaimed in surprise, “Why aren’t you affected by my domain?”

Meng Chan looked over in shock and happiness. She saw that the Meng clan’s great ancestor was standing nearby, safe and sound. Meanwhile, the body that had been struck became a paper doll that burned up into nothing.

I’m so glad that the great ancestor is fine!

Meng Chan immediately felt as if the sky had become a bit more colorful. Even so, she was a bit worried. The great ancestor’s voice seemed to be a bit less confident than before.

Weren’t you referring to yourself as ‘this old one’ just now? Why is it just ‘my’ now?

It was a substitution treasure!

Zu An was a bit surprised, but he then felt relieved. Zhao Han had had quite a few of these things when they fought, and that had given him quite a few headaches at the time.

This Meng Jing is one of the eight dukes and even the Meng clan’s great ancestor. It’s not too surprising for him to have similar life-saving treasures.

However, even someone like Zhao Han could only have so many. Other people would only have a single one at most.

“It’s just a shoddy domain. Why didn’t I see you using it to challenge the emperor back then?” Zu An asked nonchalantly.

He could feel that the surrounding air had become a bit more viscous due to the restriction of certain natural laws. However, with his current cultivation, he seemed to be able to easily break free of those laws. To a certain extent, he could sense that these laws were just too trivial. After all, he had witnessed higher and more terrifying ones.

Meng Jing choked. But he reacted quickly as well, retorting, “What an egotistical child! You dare to make a comparison to his majesty?!”

He didn’t dare to show any carelessness now. He reached out his hand, and a streak of dim light tore through the roof of the Meng clan’s ancestral hall. It flew straight into his hand, revealing the form of a blade.

When she saw that, Meng Chan was a bit moved. She exclaimed, “It’s the clan’s legendary blade!”

It was the immortal-grade weapon, the Bonewater Cleaver! It was the weapon of the Meng clan’s founder! When the founder perished, he had left his blade with the Meng clan, and it was subsequently enshrined in the ancestral hall for generation after generation. Over hundreds of years, the blade had only been used three times. In every instance, the Meng clan had used it to bring down a powerful foe. This would only be the fourth instance.

Meng Chan looked at Zu An with a conflicted expression.

If the great ancestor even took out this blade, could this man really be so powerful that not even the great ancestor has the confidence to take him down alone?

Meng Jing received the blade respectfully with both hands. His fingers gently brushed against its surface as he said, “Youngster, the fact that you will die by the Bonewater Cleaver is something to be extremely proud of.”

Zu An clicked his tongue and replied, “You made such a big deal out of it that I almost thought you were bringing out a divine weapon, but is that all? Besides, the name sounds so stupid, as if it's some pig-butchering knife.”

When he saw how excited Meng Chan and the other Meng clan people were getting, he had even started to get a bit worried. And yet now, it was nothing more than an immortal-grade weapon. Was it really worth such a huge deal being made over it?

“Brat, you’re courting death!” Meng Jing snapped furiously. In the hearts of the Meng clan’s people, this blade’s status was extraordinary. Forget about him, even the disciples in the distance were filled with righteous indignation.

You have successfully trolled Meng Jing for +999 +999 +999…

You have successfully trolled Meng…

…

When he saw the Rage points that were pouring in from the Meng clan disciples, Zu An only thought, I finally have a bit of income for Huanzhao’s Marrow Cleansing Pills.

The Bonewater Cleaver in Meng Jing’s hands suddenly shot out and hacked at Zu An’s head. Waves of blade ki swept toward Zu An like a great river. No wonder it was called a ‘water cleaver’!

The river-like stream of blade ki was about to make contact with Zu An’s neck when Zu An suddenly reached out and gave it a light flick. With a brittle cracking sound, the overflowing river disappeared without a trace, and the blade was instantly flicked to the side.

Meng Jing wasn’t alarmed at all. A faintly visible clone emerged from his body, looking nearly identical to his true body. It was his yin spirit.

The yin spirit leaped forward and attached itself to the Bonewater Cleaver. Immediately after, that blade seemed to have come alive. It released an almost ‘joyous’ cry. It didn’t stop moving at all, and rushed at Zu an again. It flew in circles, then disappeared into the void.

Meng Chan had some experience, and suspected that the blade hadn't actually disappeared; rather, it was too fast. It was just that those with lower cultivations like her couldn't see it anymore. She wondered if that guy would be able to react in time.

I hope great ancestor can cut him down here. Otherwise…

However, she soon received her answer. Zu An suddenly raised his hand and flicked at the air.

Clang!

Meng Chan finally saw the blade again. It was flung back, vibrating loudly.

At the same time, however, a white streak of light that seemed to connect heaven and earth cut at Zu An from another direction.

“Hm? This is a bit more interesting,” Zu An remarked to himself, thinking, Could this be a special ability of the blade? He could sense some natural laws of destruction in the streak of white light. Clashing with it head-on was clearly not a good idea.

No wonder the Meng clan attached so much importance to this weapon… It is a bit special.

Still, if it wants to do anything with that speed, that’s nothing more than wishful thinking.

He took a step to the side and easily avoided the white light. However, the Bonewater Cleaver disappeared once again and attacked him from all directions.

Zu An looked at a certain point in the air. The blade that seemed imperceptibly fast flew out again. At the same time, the white light returned; this time, it formed two intersecting lines in the shape of a cross. Zu An had a pensive expression.

Could it be that… he thought to himself while taking a step to the right. He easily avoided the cross-shaped white light.

When she saw that, Meng Chan was a bit disappointed. The Meng clan’s legendary blade seemed to be a bit faster than usual, but it didn’t seem to have any other special abilities. Great ancestor even seeed to have attacked together with it. It only served to make that man appear even more handsome with his leisurely dodges.

Ah, I hate all of this… Why did he have to be an enemy who killed my father?

…

Meng Jing controlled the blade to attack Zu An again. When the blade was knocked flying once more, a grin appeared on the corners of his lips.

The cross-shaped white light returned to hack at Zu An again. However, Zu An took a step to the side and easily avoided the intersecting lights once again.

King Dai, who had raised his head to watch the battle, almost cursed out loud.

What use is there in this shitty blade? It’s so slow that even I can avoid it!

Right at that moment, something strange happened.

The slow-moving cross of light suddenly expanded massively. Both the horizontal and vertical lines produced countless other streaks of light parallel to themselves. Previously, there had been a lot of space to move around in, making it easy to avoid the cross-shaped light. And yet now, the whole space was surrounded by a dense web of light. Their speed also suddenly accelerated, so there was no way for the trapped target to escape at all.

“So that’s why it was called a bone cleaver!” Meng Chan exclaimed, finally understanding.

If those deadly beams swept past, someone's entire body would be diced up into chunks of flesh, right? It was just like how chefs chopped up beef and pork.

Wait, why am I worrying for that guy?

My dad died such a tragic death, so he deserves to die like this!

“Do you think I’ve never seen Resident Evil before?” Zu An remarked with a sigh, then raised his hand. The center of his palm immediately became pitch-black, making the surrounding light rays also begin to distort. The web of white light was naturally no exception. It seemed to be sucked in by some force, vanishing completely into the black vortex.

Meng Jing’s eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

What the hell? The Bonewater Cleaver’s ultimate move was destroyed just like that?

After all, the reason why the Bonewater Cleaver was referred to as an immortal-grade weapon was precisely because of that ability! For centuries, the Meng clan had relied on it to take down several beings who were more powerful than the clan master at the time. Who would have thought that it would end up being defeated at the hands of a junior? More importantly, it was as if he had already anticipated that such a thing would happen!

And what is going on with that black hole in his palm? Why were those rays of destruction all sucked in?

In that instant, countless questions filled his mind. However, he didn’t have time to think about anything in detail. He quickly controlled the Bonewater Cleaver and sent it to attack Zu An again.

“It’s time to end things,” Zu An said, taking out a small dagger and holding it up at cheek height.

Meng Chan’s eyes widened. This was the first time Zu An had brought out a weapon, but wasn’t it a bit too ordinary? It looked like the most simple and plain throwing knife, the kind one could find for a few silvers at any street blacksmith.

Clang!

Immediately after, the Bonewater Cleaver flew directly toward the knife, and the two weapons collided. However, the ordinary-looking knife was completely unharmed. It was actually the immortal-grade Bonewater Cleaver that was knocked away.

The Meng clan’s people had already seen too many things and had already grown numb, so they weren't surprised by that. What they were shocked about was that their great ancestor suddenly clutched his head and began to scream. He fell out of the air and rolled along the ground.

When he heard that scream of incomparable pain, King Dai thought, My legs were fucking smashed to pieces and I even had my dantian destroyed, but even I wasn’t as dramatic as you!

However, Zu An knew the real reason for that. He put away the throwing knife.

The Immortal Beheading Knives specialized in severing the soul. Even Zhao Han’s primordial spirit couldn't withstand an attack from them, so how could this trifling yin spirit last? Meng Jing had attached half of his yin spirit’s power to this blade, but it was instantly destroyed by the Immortal Beheading Knife. It was equivalent to having a person’s soul sliced straight in half. That kind of pain was naturally horribly unbearable.

With a casual wave of Zu An's hand, the Bonewater Cleaver in the air, that had lost its connection with its original owner, seemed to become possessed. It appeared next to Meng Jing’s neck, then sliced at it.

Clang!

A streak of golden light erupted. The Bonewater Cleaver was actually stopped!

Zu An narrowed his eyes. Life-saving treasures were extremely precious, so it should have been nearly impossible for Meng Jing to have a second one…

He looked at the golden scale that gradually vanished from Meng Jing’s neck and said, “Dragon scale?”

“This youngster seems to have some knowledge,” a grand voice said just then.

The entire Meng manor seemed to undulate up and down. The buildings that were supported by countless formations also collapsed one after the other. Countless Meng clan disciples screamed in horror as they fled for their lives. Then, a streak of golden light tore through the ground. A kilometer-long figure quickly rushed through the air, circling above the area.

“A great dragon!”

All of the people present were stupefied, and even Meng Chan’s expression changed. Not even she had known that such a giant dragon was hiding behind the Meng manor!

The capital’s flight restriction formation became faintly visible. It clearly sensed that something was violating its restriction. Countless streaks of light immediately blasted that giant dragon, but its attacks that were comparable to siege crossbow bolts didn’t seem to do a thing. The dragon just casually twisted its body.

Many people who were paying attention to what was happening in the area frowned. The bodies of the dragon race were extremely tough to begin with, and this was an earth element gold dragon, on top of that.

“This damn formation is a bit annoying. The attacks will only get stronger and stronger, and I can’t waste my energy on such senseless things,” the gold dragon murmured to itself, then descended from the sky to land on the only remaining tower in the Meng clan. Its massive head turned toward Zu An.

Meng Jing endured the intense pain in his head and quickly shouted, “Dragon King Hong Hua, help us kill this little scoundrel!” As the Meng clan’s great ancestor, he naturally knew who the dragon was.

In reality, every single one of the eight dukes had a hidden backer like that. The Meng clan’s was this giant gold dragon, while the Shi clan with the weakest foundation had an ancient devouring kun fish. However, the Shi clan had only obtained a strand of remnant will, which made it extremely weak in comparison. Still, even though it was the weakest, they had been able to rely on it to achieve extraordinary status. That was also the reason why the eight duke clans were all so powerful.

The gold dragon snorted and said in dissatisfaction, “The Meng clan’s ancestor showed this ruler kindness, but I only agreed to save your clan from destruction three times. I am not your lackey.” After saying that, he stared at Zu An and said, “The Meng clan’s offerings to this one over the years were quite satisfactory, I suppose. Human, this ruler intends to protect this old man, so you can get lost now.”

Zu An gave him a cold look and replied, “Just a trifling earth dragon, and yet you dare to offend me? If you kowtow and apologize to me right now, I can spare you your life out of respect for a certain friend from the Ocean races.”

“You bastard!” the giant gold dragon yelled furiously. White mist emerged from its nostrils as it said, “Who do you think you are, to dare to speak like this to this ruler?!”

You have successfully trolled Dragon King Hong Hua for +444 +444 +444…

Just then, a lovable female voice said, “Silly dragon, who do you think he is? This is the Fiend races' Regent, someone all kings of the Fiend races must show respect to. Even your dragon king has to greet him respectfully, and yet you dare to treat him with such discourtesy?”