CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 182: MYSTERIOUS PERSON_1

"Seeking death!"

In the battle-shrouded Holy City, the Light Ancestor gazed at the fast-approaching enemy, a cold smirk playing on his lips. He showed no worry, as if victory was in his grasp. What else did he have up his sleeve?

This story began with the ten Divine Armies. They were, more or less, the oldest forces in the Divine Court, having existed since the founding of the nation and enduring to this day. Unlike other armies, the ten Divine Armies had always adhered to ancient training methods, possessing a unique heritage.

"Set the Formation!"

The Light Ancestor spread his arms wide. Dazzling light emanated from his ten fingers, which were covered in profound patterns. If a skilled Array Master were present, they would notice that these patterns were incomplete Formation runes. Once these Formation runes were combined, a terrifying force would be unleashed.

"Light Formation, Dark Light Formation, in position!"

"Light Formation, Radiant Light Formation, in position!"

"Light Formation, Shadow Light Formation, in position!"

"Light Formation, Luminous Formation..."

Ten resonant voices echoed through heaven and earth, followed by ten pillars of light erupting into the sky, each filled with varying degrees of brightness. Gazing into the distance, one would discover that these pillars of light contained countless profound patterns. The ten light pillars merged with the glow emanating from the Light Ancestor’s fingers, soaring into the clouds to form an intricate, rotating sigil, as if summoning something.

BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...

The Holy City began to quake fiercely. Numerous houses collapsed, yet the imperial palace, built in the very center, stood as steady as a mountain. Not only was it unaffected, but it also emanated a faint white light.

Suddenly, the sky brightened! The twilight glow intensified, becoming as bright as daylight!

Above the Holy City, a massive apparition appeared. It measured thousands of feet in length, its face obscured by a layer of energy, rendering its features indistinct. It had wings on its back and held a pure white scepter. Its entire body radiated brilliant white light, resembling a sun. An aura far surpassing a Second Rank Saint burst forth from the apparition, causing heaven and earth to tremble.

Was it a Third Rank Saint? Or a Fourth Rank Saint? No one could tell for sure! However, the sheer power of the apparition could be inferred from the way the charging Deity Army soldiers all collapsed to the ground at this moment.

"Light Slash!" the Light Ancestor bellowed, gripping his war sword tightly and slashing down with all his might.

The Light Apparition mirrored his action. Endless energy condensed, forming a Sword Qi capable of slaying all living things and destroying everything in its path.

"Not good!" Nie Feng’s expression shifted slightly as he lunged forward. He had to stop it! If he allowed that Sword Qi to fall, the million Deity Army soldiers he had painstakingly trained would cease to exist, their bodies obliterated.

He knew concealment, hiding his cultivation, his ambitions, and many of his trump cards, but he never hid his true character. It was precisely for this reason that the Deity Army soldiers followed him into rebellion without hesitation.

"Laws of Light and Dark, Slash!" Nie Feng roared. A Sword Qi coalesced behind him, meeting the Light Divine Emperor’s attack.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion thundered through the air, like a clap of thunder piercing the ears. Nie Feng’s body shot down like a cannonball, slamming into the ground and blasting out a huge crater. Billowing dust filled the air, obscuring everyone’s vision.

"War King..." the Deity Army soldiers cried out, their voices filled with worry. They all stared at the dust-choked crater. If not for the overwhelming pressure in the Void, they would have already rushed forward to rescue him.

COUGH... COUGH...

As the dust settled, the situation in the deep pit was revealed. Nie Feng knelt on one knee, his war sword plunged into the earth beside him. His hair was disheveled, cascading over his shoulders. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

"HAHA!" Seeing Nie Feng’s miserable state, the Light Ancestor laughed heartily. Perhaps believing the outcome decided, he declared, "Rebel, prepare to meet your doom! This Light Apparition was manifested by me using the Fortune of the Divine Court as a catalyst, augmented by the full might of the ten Divine Armies. Its power is comparable to a Fourth Rank Saint. You are finished this time!" His voice was filled with smug satisfaction.

"Is that so?" Nie Feng lifted his head, a pale smile gracing his lips. It was a smile that was surprisingly radiant and utterly uninhibited.

The Light Ancestor’s brows furrowed as an ill-omened premonition arose within him. A smile? Shouldn’t he be crying at a time like this?

CLANG!

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a weapon being unsheathed behind him, followed immediately by a sharp pain in his chest.

"You... you betrayed the Divine Armies?" The Light Ancestor spun around, his eyes bulging as he asked in disbelief.

"I have been loyal to the War King from the very beginning. How can you speak of betrayal?" The assailant was none other than Li Tianwen! He smiled faintly, twirling the dagger in his hand. Black blood gushed from the Light Ancestor’s wound, splattering onto the city wall and instantly corroding a large hole, emitting a nauseating stench.

This series of events transpired too quickly, too suddenly! Before anyone could react, the Light Ancestor was poisoned, unable to mobilize his energy, let alone maintain the Formation.

BOOM!

The Light Apparition gradually faded, and the Formation automatically collapsed.

"Li Tianwen, you dare betray the Divine Court?!"

"Li Tianwen, have you forgotten the Late Emperor’s patronage and how you obtained your current cultivation?!"

"You shameless villain! I, this General, will kill you!"

The other nine commanders finally reacted, furiously denouncing Li Tianwen. Two of the more hot-tempered commanders impulsively launched attacks, intending to kill the traitor.

Nie Feng, who was in the deep pit, blurred and reappeared on the city wall, positioning himself in front of Li Tianwen. The might of a Second Rank Saint forced the nine commanders to stagger backward, not daring to make a reckless move. Even the desire to fight had vanished.

"Without a few trump cards, how could I, this General, dare to attack the Holy City?" Nie Feng looked at the poisoned Light Ancestor, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if to say he was the ultimate victor.

"You..." The Light Ancestor glared, his throat working, but he was speechless.

Nie Feng stepped forward and thrust his war sword into the Light Ancestor’s body. The latter struggled briefly, then slowly closed his eyes, life ebbing away.

"Relay my orders! Massacre the city! Leave no one alive!" As Nie Feng released his grip, the Light Ancestor slumped to the ground. His cold and ruthless command echoed across the sky.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!" The Deity Army roared, charging into the city.

Without the Light Ancestor to command them, the defenders were powerless and were slaughtered one after another. Then, the Deity Army’s blades turned towards the ordinary citizens!

The sounds of slaughter reached the imperial palace. Minglong’s face turned ashen, his body trembling like a sieve. He knew the Divine Court was finished. He had become the shortest-reigning monarch in the history of the Divine Court.

"Esteemed ancestors, I am coming to join you!" Minglong drew his war sword and placed it against his neck, preparing to end his life and preserve his final shred of dignity.

"Do you wish for revenge?"

Just then, a cold voice echoed through the spacious hall.

"Who?" Minglong brandished his war sword, gazing warily around him.

A chilling cackle broke the silence. "Join the Eternal Temple, and you can have your revenge!"

Ripples spread through the Void, and a black-robed figure emerged, holding a black weapon. The aura he casually emitted far surpassed that of the Light Apparition.

"Eternal Temple?!" Minglong’s somewhat vacant gaze filled with a deep-seated hatred. He stared at the black-robed figure and demanded in a low voice, "How can I trust you?"