"Canghai, you'll regret this! You will regret it!" Blinding radiance erupted from the Asura Great Emperor's eyes as waves of crimson light surged across his body, wreathing him like a pillar of flame blazing toward the heavens.
Summoning karmic fire, burning the power of his bloodline!
This technique was no stranger to
"I want you all dead! Every last one of you — dead!" The Asura Great Emperor's bloodline power burned fiercely, his battle intent climbing ever higher.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly. "A cornered beast still fights."
As he spoke, he produced an ancient talisman from his storage ring — the Heaven-Revealing Sun-Breaking Talisman, seized from Prince Zhao during his battle against the Blood Sunflower Demon Emperor in the collapsed mountain ranges of the Red Cauldron Central Domain.
This was a supreme-grade divine talisman of incomparable power. It had been strong enough to tear through the Blood Sunflower Demon Emperor's Blood Mist of Nether — so what chance did a mere Space-Locking Talisman have against it?
The Heaven-Revealing Sun-Breaking Talisman was a relic from the Primordial Age. No talisman master in the present era could hope to craft one.
Jiang Chen held nothing back, activating it without hesitation.
The talisman transformed in an instant, conjuring the image of a Primordial Creator God. With the sheer world-splitting momentum of creation itself, it shattered the Space-Locking Talisman's suppression in a single explosive burst.
Jiang Chen was secretly startled by the talisman's overwhelming power.
"I really overkilled there," he muttered, genuinely regretful. He hadn't expected the talisman to be this formidable. "Good thing it still has two more uses. I've burned through one — I'll need to be far more careful with it from now on. It would be a terrible waste to squander such a rare Primordial talisman."
He carefully stowed the Heaven-Revealing Sun-Breaking Talisman away, then activated the Danxiao Formation Disc in his hand. A trapping formation locked into place, linking seamlessly with the Nine Subtle Celestial Formation.
In an instant, the area surrounding the mountain gate was engulfed in formation arrays.
"Gentlemen — now's your moment to shine!"
Just then, the three Emperor-realm assassins sent by Emperor Danji arrived from the foot of the mountain, moving to encircle Jiang Chen — only to find themselves hemmed in by formations.
By the time they realized what had happened, Jiang Chen had already drifted serenely behind the mountain gate.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Figures poured out from every direction — up the slopes, down the slopes — swarming into the fray.
"Kill them!" Jiang Chen commanded.
The Well Emperor charged at the forefront, his precious saber transforming into a sky-spanning torrent of brilliance that swept across the heavens and slashed toward the Asura Great Emperor.
In terms of cultivation, the Well Emperor was likely a hair above the Asura Great Emperor. Mo Wushuang's strength, meanwhile, was roughly on par.
Combined with Canghai Great Emperor, it became a three-against-one situation. Even with his bloodline power burning, the Asura Great Emperor was powerless to turn the tide. After all, Canghai's earlier blow had dealt him severe injuries — even with the bloodline fire, his combat strength fell far short of his peak.
The Well Emperor and Mo Wushuang fought shoulder to shoulder on one side, while the nine rogue Great Emperors ganged up three-to-one on each of the three assassins, pummeling them relentlessly.
The entire area was sealed by Jiang Chen's formations and linked to the Nine Subtle Celestial Formation. Jiang Chen himself commanded from the shadows, channeling power through the Earth Vein Source Pearl to feed the arrays a steady stream of energy.
The Asura Great Emperor and his three companions had become fish in a barrel — they could only endure the beating with no hope of escape. Though they held numerous trump cards for breaking out, they simply never got the chance to play them.
Every one of them faced a three-on-one matchup. Between Emperors, the gap in cultivation was never all that large to begin with — in a three-against-one scenario, there was absolutely no chance of victory.
To make matters worse, the formations enclosed them on all sides. Even a Space Escape Talisman would be useless until they could break out of the formation's perimeter — no matter how miraculous the talisman, it couldn't teleport through formation barriers.
They were surrounded on every side.
The Asura Great Emperor grew more alarmed with each exchange. He recognized the saber in the Well Emperor's hand. "Well Emperor! I, the Asura, have no grudge against you — why press me so relentlessly?"
Mo Wushuang barked back: "Asura, you've brought this upon yourself — heaven is wrathful and the people are disgusted! What more is there to say?"
"Ptui! Mo Wushuang, I once thought you were a man of principle. Who would've guessed you'd stoop to being a lapdog for Peacock Holy Mountain. So much for the great pillar of the rogue cultivator world."
Though the Asura Great Emperor was being battered on all sides, his tongue remained sharp.
The Well Emperor replied evenly: "Asura, if this were outside Peacock Holy Mountain, I would never lift a hand against you. But you chose to make your move on the Young Lord inside the mountain — and the Young Lord has offered generous compensation for our protection. I'm afraid I have no choice but to offend you. Just as the Young Lord himself said — if you don't court death, you won't find it."
The Asura Great Emperor roared in fury, but even as the words left his mouth, he was struck several more times in rapid succession.