Chapter 919: From Xuan Yu Jun's "Killing Intent"

Boom!

A crescent-shaped black energy blast sliced another opening in the already fragmented Imperial Mausoleum, tearing through its pyramid-like structure and sweeping away the lead-gray clouds from the Gray Realm's sky!

Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian, and Bai Ye, who had just escaped the Imperial Mausoleum, looked back. Upon seeing the sight, their mouths twitched slightly.

"Is Lord Xuanyu's attack... a bit too ostentatious?"

"Whether it's ostentatious or not is beside the point," Bai Ye said with a sigh, looking at the gradually collapsing suspended pyramid. "This lost mausoleum, which only reappeared after hundreds of years, seems destined to vanish completely..."

"Will a Divine Mausoleum truly disappear?"

"A Divine Mausoleum is merely a storage device; if it's destroyed, it will naturally vanish. However, the foundation of the Divine Path cannot be shattered, not even by a demigod. But without the mausoleum as its vessel, no one knows where the foundation will end up."

Bai Ye fell silent for a moment, then looked up at the Gray Realm's sky. "Perhaps... it will return to the Divine Path Star?"

Sun Bumian was about to speak when he suddenly caught sight of a bandaged figure within the falling ruins of the mausoleum. The figure was utterly still, plummeting alongside a mass of dirt and debris, and he froze in surprise.

"Is that...?"

The black energy gradually dissipated in the air.

Emperor Wu's body had been completely severed, gradually dissipating amidst black flames. His empty eyes stared indifferently at Lord Xuanyu before him, as if to engrave the image in his mind.

The resentful roars of the lingering spirits were carried by the strong winds into Lord Xuanyu's ears.

Lord Xuanyu frowned, apparently finding the noise irritating, and swung his sword again, tearing them completely to shreds!

"A bunch of lingering spirits. They've even forgotten how to speak, just shouting and yelling... So annoying." Lord Xuanyu snorted coldly, waving his hand to dismiss the long sword he held.

Lord Xuanyu looked back. The entire Soaring Dragon in the Sky was shattered; the towering monuments of glory had almost all been swallowed by black holes. Only the tallest one remained, standing desolate and ruined in its original spot. However, with Emperor Wu's death, the emperor's lingering spirits had all dissipated, rendering the presence of these mountain peaks meaningless.

He was about to turn and leave when his body suddenly blurred eerily, like a TV screen with a bad connection, and his footsteps froze in mid-air...

"Is time almost up?" Lord Xuanyu said calmly, glancing at his hand, which was blurred like a static-filled screen. "Good, the Imperial Mausoleum has been destroyed, and the foundation has vanished... This mission can be considered perfectly accomplished; I didn't make a fool of myself."

At this thought, Lord Xuanyu straightened his back even further.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of another figure flashing through the desolate Soaring Dragon in the Sky, and his eyebrow lifted slightly...

"Oh, I forgot about him..."

Lord Xuanyu glanced at his increasingly blurry body, estimated the remaining time, and then flickered out of existence.

He didn't notice that after he left, a figure in imperial robes slowly materialized from nothingness atop the highest mountain peak...

"Alas..."

A soft sigh resounded.

He stood on the solitary mountain peak, calmly gazing at the gradually collapsing world. As the mausoleum disintegrated, his form also slowly dissolved into specks of light, appearing ready to dissipate at any moment.

"A group of lingering spirits, failing to achieve anything, that was expected..."

"However, the foundation's departure and the mausoleum's collapse were unexpected... In today's world, extraordinary individuals have emerged everywhere. If I hadn't made a contingency, I might have faced disaster."

"But... with the mausoleum shattered, this soul is like rootless duckweed. It should be dealt with as soon as possible."

He stood on the peak, his gaze seemingly fixed on something. After raising his hand and grasping at the air in the direction where Emperor Wu had just dissipated, he descended towards the collapsing lower realm.

Chen Ling, walking on clouds, moved out of the Imperial Mausoleum while searching for Bai Ye and the others. After the foundation of the Imperial Mausoleum disappeared, Chen Ling, like Emperor Wu, lost the foundation's favor. The power he had gained from it vanished like smoke, as if it had all been a grand dream. However, the imperial robe he wore and the occasional emperor's aura emanating from him were retained.

After a few steps, the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end, and he stopped cautiously, fully alert!

A white-robed figure, carried by a strong wind, slowly landed before him... The next moment, a Nine Lords-level pressure, vast as a mountain, pressed down on Chen Ling's shoulders!

"I almost forgot... there's still an emperor left."

Lord Xuanyu's voice calmly resonated as he casually gestured in the void, and a long sword brimming with destructive energy slowly materialized. Violent particles flowed in the air, and a trace of killing intent remained fixed on Chen Ling...

Lord Xuanyu's purpose for this trip was to destroy the Imperial Mausoleum and prevent a new emperor from emerging. Now that the Imperial Mausoleum was ruined and Emperor Wu had been slain, only Chen Ling was still striding around in imperial robes... Lord Xuanyu didn't care whether Chen Ling was truly an emperor, but it was undeniable that he could still wield the power of the Imperial Mausoleum.

Chen Ling's heart immediately sank! Damn it, had he made the wrong gamble? Ji Xuan was indeed not aligned with Lord Wuji, but was he also an adversary?

The audience expectation value, which hadn't risen in a long time, suddenly jumped as Chen Ling once again faced a life-or-death crisis, making him so frustrated he almost swore.

"These viewers, they don't like to watch anything else; they just love to see me get chopped to death, don't they?!"

Given Chen Ling's current state, facing a Nine Lords at full strength who had just dismantled the Imperial Mausoleum, how could he possibly contend? His mind raced, desperately searching for any chance to escape this predicament.

"Ji Xuan!" Chen Ling said coldly. "We're old acquaintances; do you truly intend to kill me? If you kill me, Lu Xun and Su Zhiwei will surely avenge me!"

"Old acquaintances?" Lord Xuanyu sneered. "Our acquaintance isn't that deep, is it? As for Lu Xun and Su Zhiwei, if they wish to avenge you, let them come. Do you think I fear them?"

This guy was truly impervious to threats or pleas!

Chen Ling's expression grew even grimmer. He tried to say something else, but the long sword in Lord Xuanyu's hand slowly rose...

"Prepare to die."

The long sword violently chopped downwards!

Terrifying pressure locked onto Chen Ling. His mind went blank in that instant; he had no time to react at all. Just as he instinctively closed his eyes, the terrifying energy aura dissipated in mid-air...

A hand gently patted Chen Ling's shoulder.

Chen Ling opened his eyes in confusion, only to see Lord Xuanyu, his entire body blurred like static snow on a screen, looking at him mischievously and bursting into laughter:

"Hahahahaha, Director Chen, did you actually believe it?!"

"I was just messing with you!!!"

Chen Ling: ???????