Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 1862 - 1863: Immortal Pond Upheaval! (Part 2)

Despair!In an instant, the heart of the Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor plunged into deep despair.

Today, could it truly be the day of the East Spirit Immortal Pond’s downfall!

Although the Eight Hall Masters received Elder Turtle’s orders, none of them retreated. Instead, they directed each hall’s elders to hasten the disciples’ evacuation. However, those Great Emperor strongmen of the Blood Shadow Alliance had already dispersed and sealed the surroundings firmly. No matter which direction one tried to escape from, they would face merciless slaughter.

The East Spirit Immortal Pond, once akin to an immortal realm, was now filled with heart-wrenching screams. The air was thick with the scent of blood, as if it had transformed into a Shura Hell!

The Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor clenched his fist tightly. In the end, he couldn’t protect any of this!

"Hahaha! Junior Brother Heavenly Origin, we are from the same sect, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance!"

The Blood Shadow Alliance Leader said with a grim smile, "Now, each of us has three Semi-Saints remaining. How about a duel! Three Semi-Saints will fight one by one; best out of three. If we lose, I will leave immediately. If you lose, surrender obediently! This Alliance Leader wants to become the Sect Leader of the East Spirit Immortal Pond. If everyone dies, that would be boring!"

"What do you say?" The Blood Shadow Alliance Leader grinned, squinting as he stared at the Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor, "Junior Brother, this is your last chance!"

The Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor stared coldly at the Blood Shadow Alliance Leader. At this moment, the situation was completely under the Blood Shadow Alliance’s control, and they had no choice but to take a gamble!

"Elder Turtle, Elder Jing, what do you think?"

The Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor looked back at the other two Semi-Saints. For now, it seemed that as long as that Saint Level master on the other side did not intervene, it was their only slim chance of turning the tide.

"It can only be this way!"

Elder Turtle shook his head and sighed. Continuing to resist would likely lead the East Spirit Immortal Pond to a river of blood.

Elder Jing also nodded slightly. However, the Blood Shadow Alliance Leader had already injured Elder Turtle in one move, and the other two Semi-Saints had not acted yet. Judging from their aura, they were also outstanding among the Semi-Saints.

Do they really have a chance to win this battle?

"Haha, it seems you are all sensible people!"

The Blood Shadow Alliance Leader laughed coldly, then turned to a swordsman in a blue robe with a hint of respect, "Brother Qing Ming, how about you take the first battle?"

The blue-robed swordsman looked to be around fifty, with a clean-shaven face. His eyes gleamed with cold light. Listening to the Blood Shadow Alliance Leader, he swung his sword edge slightly and jumped out.

"Heh, I’ve been itching for a fight for a long time!"

Qing Mingzi pointed his sword edge directly at the Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor’s group, sneering, "So, who dares to fight me?"

"Let me go first!"

Elder Turtle coughed softly, gritted his teeth, and stood up, his eyes flashing with a look of determination.

Before the Heavenly Origin Saint Emperor could stop him, Elder Turtle had already flown out, landing in front of Qing Mingzi.

"Old man, are you so eager to die?"

Qing Mingzi let out a loud laugh. Having been injured by the Blood Shadow Alliance Leader, Elder Turtle was undoubtedly the weakest among the three remaining Semi-Saints in the East Spirit Immortal Pond.

"Is it dying? You’ll find out soon enough!"

Elder Turtle roared lowly, and an incomparably overwhelming Divine Beast aura burst from his body.

"Xuanwu Bloodline?"

Qing Mingzi sneered, his expression becoming slightly serious, "Interesting, are you prepared to risk your life against me?"

"Frozen Thousand Miles!"

Shhh—

The world froze, and Qing Mingzi, unable to evade, instantly transformed into an ice sculpture, trapped firmly in place.

"Explode!"

Elder Turtle shouted loudly, directly burning his primordial essence blood. Only caught off guard did he manage to freeze Qing Mingzi. If he could shatter that ice sculpture with one punch, Qing Mingzi would meet certain death.

Crack!

However, the next moment, the ice sculpture shattered open. Qing Mingzi freed himself from the frost, unaffected by the cold, a knowing smile at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head and laughed, "Old man, was that your last ace? Then it’s time to die!"

Qing Mingzi yelled, thrusting his sword straight at Elder Turtle’s chest!

Pfft!

The cold sword edge pierced through Elder Turtle’s Protective Gang Shield, directly penetrating his chest.

Elder Turtle’s eyes flashed with despair: Is it all over?

...

Meanwhile, in Iron Ice City.

Ling Feng was hosting a banquet for Lee Bufan and Jiang Xiaofan. However, for some reason, he had been feeling quite uneasy since a moment ago.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, causing the wine in Ling Feng’s cup to spill.

"What’s going on? An earthquake?"

Lin Mu, slightly tipsy, frowned and said.

"I fear it’s not an earthquake!"

Ling Feng’s brows knitted slightly. His figure flickered, and he leapt out of the window, gazing towards the north with a serious look.

"Such powerful auras. Is it Semi-Saint? No, there’s another aura, mysterious and unfathomable. Even sensing from afar instills fear!"

Sweat slightly beaded on Ling Feng’s forehead. Could it be that the day of great disaster Elder Turtle spoke of is indeed today?

"No, an aura has fallen? Who is it?"

Ling Feng felt a surge of anxiety. He was very familiar with that aura. Among all the Half-Saint strongmen, the one he was most familiar with was naturally Elder Turtle.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng furrowed his brows and instructed the others in the room, "Something has happened at the East Spirit Immortal Pond. You all should stay here for now. If the Immortal Pond falls, even Iron Ice City could be affected. You’d better prepare early!"

Having said that, Ling Feng’s figure flickered, and he dashed toward the direction of the Demon Sky Snow Ridge.

"The Immortal Pond has fallen?"

Lin Mu’s eyelids twitched. He suddenly remembered what the Biluo Saintess had mentioned about a great disaster impending at the East Spirit Immortal Pond a month ago.

"Brother Lin... Brother Lin, what did Junior Brother Ling mean by what he just said?"

Yeu Linglong felt a pang of unease. Though innocent and pure, she wasn’t foolish. The oppressive atmosphere in the East Spirit Immortal Pond was not something she could simply ignore.

"I’m afraid something big is really going to happen."

Lin Mu clenched his fists, "My sister is still in the Immortal Pond, and I will never run away on my own!"

Having said that, Lin Mu also leapt up and dashed out without another word!

"I... I’ll go with you!" Yeu Linglong clung tightly to Lin Mu’s sleeve, determination flashing in her eyes.

"Alright, we’ll go together!"

Lin Mu grasped Yeu Linglong’s hand in return. They exchanged a glance and then ran towards the teleportation array.

Yeu Junyao watched the figures leaving and frowned. In the end, she decided to chase after Ling Feng. Jiang Xiaofan, Lee Bufan, and Feeng Yan exchanged glances. Although puzzled, seeing Ling Feng’s anxious demeanor, they understood that the matter was probably very serious.

"No matter what, I cannot abandon my brother!"

Jiang Xiaofan stood tall and immediately followed Yeu Junyao, flying out.

"Together!"

Though Lee Bufan said little, his actions spoke volumes.

Feeng Yan, Fatty Huang, and Lan Yingying, despite their apprehensions, pursued them as well.

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