Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Jiang He!”
The Demon Saint was a little flustered.
He was at first stunned when he sensed Jiang He’s position, before he turned and tried to run.
Finding out what happened to the Machines?
My foot!
Can’t they see that both their Saints are dead?!
Even if there was no telling how Jiang He killed both of them alone, or whether the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness as well as the Three Realms were involved, dead is dead!
Whoosh!
Several hundred thousand light years away, Jiang He gave chase in a flash.
“Why are you running, Brother Demon?”
His raucous laughter rang in the Demon Saint’s mind.
Combining teleportation and Esoteric Word: Dimension, Jiang He was much quicker than the Demon Saint even if he had yet to reach the level of the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness or the Demon-God Emperor.
In terms of scale, the Demon Saint could warp 3.8 million light years with each jump, which already frightening since the diameter of planetary systems averaged at a hundred thousand light-years—one could jump over most of a constellation with a warp at that rate.
Be that as it may, Jiang He could teleport 4.5 million light years with each jump, and several teleports was enough for him to catch up.
Shrouded in Demonic Qi, the Demon Saint had used some secret technique to trigger a blood halation around himself… though he appeared rather ragged from the back.
Jiang He laughed out loud and kept giving chase.
Then, invoking Yuan Killer and Infinite Pain, he slashed out from the distance.
The seven God-Killing Spears shot out from above his head at the same time, sealing space and time.
Even as the Demon Saint turned to parry his attacks, his soul was almost leaving his body in his shock.
“The God-Killing Spear…” he was unable to help murmuring. “You really had seven of them?!”
Previously, Jiang He had attacked Lord Swelling Sky with his God-Killing Spears, which was why every God and Demon knew he had seven. Even so, knowing was one matter, while having all seven spears pointing at your own head is another matter entirely!
Moreover, the God-Killing Spear was a paragon treasure of death that belonged to Rahu.
And Rahu was himself an innate Demon-God, who has the title of Demon!
When the world began and before any being became Saint, Rahu was one of the most power being in existence, peerless thanks to his single God-Killing Spear… naturally, the sly old foxes such as the Machine Patriarch and the Demon-God Emperor were too busy creating races and not that famous in the Realms Proper.
Later, the rise of the Daoist Patriarch ushered in Rahu’s demise.
They were the ones who had passed down the cultivation techniques in the Three Realms, and every other race of the Realms Proper were more or less inspired by their legacies.
Even so, the sole God-Killing Spear was among the top-ten treasure across worlds…
And seven of them… was a disaster!
Meanwhile, the Demon Saint had pushed his cultivation to its limit, becoming a demonic silhouette larger than a planet as he cast a secret demonic attack to counter the seven God-Killing Spears.
But in the next instant, the spears all regrouped in another new form of attack by Jiang He, forming a spear array in an orderly manner.
Shank!
A single strike, and the Demon Saint was coughing blood.
“Jiang He!”
As his whole body turned dark, the entire cosmos blackened around him while he growled, “My Patriarch and our elites are just nearby! Your fate is sealed!”
Just now, he contacted the Demon-God Emperor, who would have felt it when he started fighting as well.
Judging from the distance, the Demon-God Emperor would be just be dozens of constellations away, and would definitely arrive in minutes!
“My fate?”
Jiang He recalled the God-Killing Spear and nullified the spear array, laughing at the Demon Saint in the distance. “What, are they going to kill me? Neither God nor Demon has what it takes—why don’t you think about how you’re going to protect yourself?”
“My Patriarch would soon reach us! Don’t think you could kill me in such a short time!”
Oh?
Jiang He laughed in amusement.
This brat is not giving up!
“Fine!”
Having no choice but to shrug, Jiang He spread his hands and said, “I’ll show my hand if that’s the case… Killing you is no different from squashing an ant!”
The very air around him bent just then, and as if turning into an illusion, multiple figures stepped out of his own body… and once they were out, space and time shattered as they encircled the Demon Saint, and charged forward immediately…
The Demon Saint only had time for one shriek before he was destroyed instantly!
Jiang He waved his hand to recall his clones, sighing, “Why would you have the guts to bark when you can’t even stand 800 of my clones?”
“Wait…”
Jiang He suddenly came to a realization. “He must have a past form, a future form, or perhaps more… I didn’t kill him, which means that there’s a chance he would immediately tell the Demon-God Emperor that I possess a legion of clones… would he still dare to attack me when that happens?”
As a matter of fact, his hunch was right.
Once the Demon Saint was destroyed, a clone soon manifested out of the the existential mark he left in the depths of the Demon Abyss, in the Demon Realm.
The look on his face was certainly vibrant: there was rage, disbelief, and most of all, confusion.
What the hell was going on?
How many Saints were there in the Realms Proper?
So how did Jiang He summon over 800 of them?!
Still, that though lasted for the briefest of moments since he caught a glimpse of what those 800 Saints looked like… there was no question that they were all Jiang He’s clones, which left the Demon Saint even more confused!
“How… How did he manage to manifest that many clones?”
At almost the same instant, the resurrected Demon Saint tried to contact the Demon-God Emperor.
***
Among the distant stars, the Demon-God Emperor was baffled as well.
He had created the Gods and Demons, and the Saints of both races were molded from his essences, fused by great innate wonders through an unparalleled technique of his. From a certain point of view, they were his children.
As such, there was a chain reaction when that Demon Saint ‘died’.
“Patriarch, my present form has fallen!”
The Demon Saint explained even before the Demon-God Emperor said a thing. “Jiang He had cultivated over 800 clones with the power of Saints, and instantly destroyed my body once they swarmed me!”
“Impossible!”
The Demon-God Emperor cried. “No one could cultivate 800 clones… even if they could, they wouldn’t be Saint-tier!”
The other Gods and Demons looked at each other, unsure what to do just then.
Over 800 clones?
Why bother fighting?!
It was no wonder that both Machine Saints were wiped out so quickly…
Still, the Demon-God Emperor growled, “Return to the God Realm. Even if Jiang He did cultivate 800 clones, he recently became Saint, and the clones would be on the same level… we just have to defend the God Realm and Demon Realm!”
As he spoke, the Demon-God Emperor looked among the distant stars, thinking that there was still a chance once the Machine Patriarch returned.
Going to confront Jiang He directly?
Dream on!
Even if he was confident that he was the powerful being in existent and that the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness was an equal at best, the eight hundred Saints would still overwhelm him in numbers!
***
Meanwhile, Jiang He had sat cross-legged where the Demon Saint was destroyed.
He waited for the Demon-God Emperor to come kill him.
However… there was no one in sight even after he waited for an hour.
“I guess the Demon-God Emperor was spooked… but whatever. I just have to visit them personally at the Demon Realm now.”
And the reason Jiang He chose the Demon Realm instead of the God Realm was because he had already pillaged the latter. Moreover, the Demon Abyss was said to be filled with riches, and would not lose out to the God Realm!
