CHAPTER 312: CHAPTER 308: UNEXPECTED CHANGE_1

BOOM!

The moment Old Ancestor Tianqilin’s war sword touched the thunder-drum golden hammer, he felt an overwhelming brute force attacking him, numbing half of his body. He was sent flying like a cannonball discharged from its barrel.

After tumbling dozens of times in mid-air and being flung dozens of miles away, Old Ancestor Tianqilin finally managed to stabilize himself.

Such terrifying power!

Wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, Old Ancestor Tianqilin dared not confront Li Yuanba directly anymore. Seeing Li Yuanba charging towards him, he quickly evaded.

"Stop running!"

Li Yuanba chased after him with the thunder-drum golden hammer. Every time he swung the hammer, the Void collapsed. His eyes were full of disdain, like an Invincible War God.

While the Kylin Great Emperor and Old Ancestor Tianqilin were fighting fiercely outside, a figure dressed in a black robe sneaked into the Kylin holy land through the Kylin territory.

There’s no formation?

After crossing the spatial passage, the man in the black robe surveyed the area with delight in his eyes.

He did not know that the Kylin holy land’s great safeguarding formation had been destroyed by Qin Wudao and his party two years ago and had not been completely repaired to this day.

With no formation to stop him, the man in the black robe swaggered into the heart of the Kylin holy land and flew towards Young Qilin Peak.

He was not worried that his movements would be detected. Before coming, he had investigated the Kylin holy land using the Eternal Temple’s intelligence system and knew that the only Martial Artists at the Emperor level on the surface were away, busy fighting.

Of course, the Kylin holy land, having dominated the East Border for several eras, could not possibly have only three Martial Artists at the Emperor level; it was just that they were all in a deep sleep.

After all, Martial Artists at the Emperor level could not live forever!

A regular Emperor-level Martial Artist only has a lifespan of two eras, approximately one hundred million years. The Great Emperor Martial Artists of ancient times lived for three eras, approximately one hundred and fifty million years. Those above them, the eternal Great Emperors, had a lifespan of four eras...

Sleeping is the best way to extend one’s lifespan. Old Ancestor Tianqilin, for example, was a powerhouse of the sixth era. He should have been dead by now, but he managed to survive by reducing the flow of his lifespan through sleep. Many powerful cultivators in various forces employed the same methods.

Young Qilin Peak is ahead. Once I get hold of Shen Youlin, I will be one step closer to completing my master’s grand plan!

The man in the black robe murmured to himself, visibly excited. With a light tap of his toes, he entered the mountain peak.

At this very moment, Shen Youlin was standing at the summit, looking anxiously towards the East. Today was the day of the decisive battle between the Kylin Holy Land and the Divine Court of the Qin Dynasty. He was waiting for the news of victory.

"Saint Heir, please don’t worry. With the Saint Lord and Old Ancestor in action, we can definitely eradicate the Divine Court of the Qin Dynasty!," Elder Pei, standing behind him, said comfortingly. Watching Shen Youlin’s back, he could not help but feel a trace of worry.

Since returning from the Kunlun secret realm, the Saint Heir had been in a state of decadence, becoming increasingly irritable. Furthermore, there was no progress in his cultivation. Elder Pei had witnessed all this, and it greatly distressed him.

He too wished to destroy the Divine Court of the Qin Dynasty, capture Qin Wudao, and erase the Saint Heir’s Heart Demon.

"Hopefully!"

"Once I catch Qin Wudao," Shen Youlin said grimly, his face contorted with savagery, his ice-cold tone sending chills down one’s spine, "I will gouge out his eyes, cripple his cultivation, and make him my slave!"

Elder Pei furrowed his brows. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a strong palpitation, as if he was being targeted by something dangerous. He quickly shouted, "Saint Heir, run!"

Shen Youlin was taken aback, not understanding what was happening. Could there be enemies present within the holy land?

"HEH HEH HEH, you old fellow, you are quite alert indeed!"

The man in the black robe stepped out from the shadows, leisurely taking out a black bead and tossing it into the sky. The bead generated a transparent barrier, isolating Young Qilin Peak from the rest of the world.

"Who are you?," Elder Pei asked, positioning himself in front of Shen Youlin while secretly inspecting the barrier. Upon realizing it was impenetrable, his heart sank. Clearly, this was a premeditated strike!

Now he could only pray that the black-robed man’s strength was not too formidable, or else...

"You can call me Protector Meng!," Protector Meng said with a chuckle as he pulled out the chain from his waist, which emanated a thick, nefarious black mist, revealing an evil aura.

"Protector, chains... You’re from the Eternal Temple?"

Elder Pei’s face changed drastically, and his voice trembled as he spoke. If there was one force that could instill fear in the Kylin holy land, it would certainly be the Eternal Temple.

At the same time, he became utterly despairing.

To become a protector of the Eternal Temple, one must possess the strength of an Emperor-level cultivator!

"Essence Blood Burning!!"

Even knowing the enemy’s strength, Elder Pei did not give up. He could die, but Shen Youlin could not suffer even the slightest mishap.

Without hesitation, he directly used Essence Blood Burning, preparing for a desperate fight to the death.

RUMBLE!

An intense surge of power erupted from Elder Pei, causing ripples to continuously spread through the Void.

"Die!," Elder Pei roared in fury, enveloped in a bloody crimson glow, his terrifying killing intent spiking. Wielding his sword, he slashed at Protector Meng.

This strike, infused with his life force, exhausted all his strength!

Succeed or die in the attempt!

"The strength of an ant!," Protector Meng said, shaking his head dismissively. He swung his black mist-wreathed chain, producing a shrieking sound that pierced the air, so eerie and mournful it sounded like a wailing ghost.

CLANG!

A crisp sound echoed.

The sword in Elder Pei’s hand shattered. Immediately after, his body was torn apart, exploding into a mist of blood.

Shen Youlin, standing behind, witnessed Elder Pei’s death in battle. His face turned deathly pale. He turned to flee from Young Qilin Peak but crashed headfirst into the solid barrier.

"Little one, it’s your turn!"

Having dispatched the small fry with ease, Protector Meng swung his chains and walked towards Shen Youlin, like a hell emissary walking in the mortal world.

"You...don’t kill me! I’m the Saint Heir of the Kylin holy land; I can offer you many resources...," Shen Youlin pleaded desperately, swallowing nervously.

"Kill you? I could hardly bring myself to do that. Just have a good sleep now!," Protector Meng said with a beaming smile. He flicked his chain, and it coiled around Shen Youlin’s neck, emitting a dense black mist.

After inhaling two mouthfuls of the black mist, Shen Youlin’s eyes grew hazier. His head lolled to one side, and he fainted.

The Divine Beast Body, just the one I lacked. Counting carefully, this should be the two thousand eight hundred sixty-fourth special physique, and the first Divine Body to rank in the top ten!

Protector Meng, carrying Shen Youlin, dispelled the barrier, tore open the Void, and departed.

Soon, the patrolling disciples of the Kylin holy land detected the scent of blood and subsequently found Elder Pei’s remains. They immediately began searching for Shen Youlin.

However, despite turning the Kylin holy land upside down, they found no trace of Shen Youlin.

At this, the Kylin holy land was thrown into a complete panic. The Great Elder, Lin WuFeng, with a heart full of trepidation, hastily used the spatial passage to rush to the Canghai Dao domain, preparing to report the news to the Kylin Great Emperor.

Just after he departed, the battle between the Kylin Great Emperor and Huo Qubing reached a stalemate.

In terms of combat power, the Kylin Great Emperor was inferior to Huo Qubing. However, as the leader of the Kylin holy land, he possessed numerous treasures; even the holy robe he wore was an Imperial Armament with unrivaled defensive power.

With such weaponry arming him to the teeth, he managed to level the playing field!