I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 377 - 62 Divine Emperor: Conquering the World in a Day
Chapter 377: Chapter 62 Divine Emperor: Conquering the World in a Day
The kings were shocked, as they discerned confidence and disdain in the High Priest’s voice.
Heads lifted unconsciously, gazing up at that elongated figure, their minds teeming with countless thoughts, yet unsure of how to begin speaking.
Today, the High Priest was even more domineering and unrestrained than a month ago.
"Ready your men, and in one day, fully commence the operation of the new laws," he ordered.
A light laugh followed.
Then, Liang Hui took a step forward.
A divine carriage surrounded by myriad fires and as vast as the stars appeared beneath his feet.
His palm gently stroked the carriage’s railing.
The next moment, nine Green Flame Flood Dragons appeared before the chariot, each bound by chains as large as mountain ranges.
Roar! Roar!
A series of roars shook the heavens and tore through the void.
Dragging the divine carriage, they dived into the void and disappeared from the kings’ sight.
...
In the Southwestern Lands, a billion-strong army assembled, with War Generals like clouds.
Above the sky, tribal warriors stood in the air, overlooking all directions and monitoring every movement.
At the forefront of the army, nine figures as brilliant as the sun emitted an extremely formidable aura, causing the sky for a billion miles to tremor.
"Apart from the battlefields beyond our borders, I have never seen such a grand spectacle," laughed Xuan Yan, looking back at his mighty soldiers, his eyes blazing with intense desire underneath which lurked a trace of wild ambition.
Those beings had not deceived him.
Merely by occupying the Southwest, his power had already multiplied several times.
If he could occupy the entire Human Race Continent, could he then glimpse the Emperor...?
Next to him stood a female King, voluptuous and beautiful, with a seductive smile and slightly parted red lips:
"The High Priest is lawless, the world is in turmoil, kings rise everywhere, and the Human Race is on the brink of collapse," she said.
"Hopefully, brother can recreate the universe and reestablish..."
"Ha!"
A soft laugh spread across a billion miles of mountains and rivers.
In just an instant, the many soaring War Generals and tribal warriors plummeted like rain, and however they roared and struggled, they fell to the ground, bursting into showers of bloodied fireworks.
The scent of blood pervaded the land.
Crack! Crack! Boom!
Before the beings could react, the intense noise had already captured everyone’s attention.
In that moment, all beings lifted their heads.
Instantly, their gazes turned blank, filled with indescribable emotions.
The sky had shattered!!
Countless cracks appeared and the Vault of Heaven instantly collapsed, revealing the deepest blackness.
The only thing visible was a blue sun encircled by nine dragons, floating in the void.
The dragons roared fiercely, creating ripples through the void.
"Liang Hui!!"
On the ground, Xuan Yan roared, rising into the air, dragging billions of molten lava dragons as they surged forward:
"As a King, slaughtering the weak, you must die."
Boom!
Flames soared, and for a moment, they rivaled the blue sun, while countless members of the Human Race gazed into the void, witnessing a majestic figure towering into the sky, reaching out with a sky-shading palm towards the celestial blue sun.
Surrounded by swirling Green Flame, Liang Hui looked indifferent, peering down from his carriage at the myriad creatures below.
It was only when the molten giant palm pressed down that he finally spoke:"Firefly..."
His arm raised, hand open, a flick of his finger.
The Green Flame filled the void, his finger acting like a massive column spanning the sky, and with a simple press, he shattered the molten giant palm into the void.
The lingering force continued plunging downwards, the fingertip pierced through countless miles of void to touch the celestial figure, on the body of Great Han.
"How dare you vie with the great sun for brilliance!"
Xuan Yan’s furious expression turned bewildered.
All his numerous plans and boundless ambitions, as cracks formed on his body, collapsed into impotence.
He strained to look up, wanting to see that person clearly, but could only see the blue sun.
"I...do...not...consent."
Boom!
His body exploded, blood and bones spraying, scattering on the ground.
Taoism Enlightenment perished, the soul shattered, everything belonging to Xuan Yan ended.
At that moment, the remaining eight Kings, in disbelief, stared into the void.
Xuan Yan was dead!
He died so swiftly! So powerless! So laughably!
So much so that the eight Kings had no time to react, staring blankly at the brilliant green sun in the void.
Moments later, a voluptuous female King, scanning the expanse lit up by millions of miles of brilliant green light, her beautiful face filled with bitterness:
"High Priest, everyone underestimated you."
"But power ultimately can’t suppress the common folk."
A King, young in appearance, carrying a Broken Sword and clad in blood-stained clothes, ascended to the heavens, his hair and beard fluttering, his expression solemn, dominated by a killing intent:
"Liang Hui, you disregarded the millennia of contributions of the Royal Division, pursued your own course, we absolutely won’t submit!"
A middle-aged man in purple Battle Armor, wielding a million bolts of thunder, approached through the air, carrying an awe-inspiring presence, his voice like thunder:
"High Priest, Xuan Yan is gone, what about us ceasing hostilities?"
"The Human Race can no longer withstand turmoil, we are willing to cease fighting here, respect the Ancestor Hall, and campaign against the disloyal."
Beneath their roars, a series of formidable auras shot straight into the void, reaching the level of the green sun.
On the ground, millions of warriors shouted together, whipping up endless waves of force.
"Heaven’s timing, geographical advantage, and human harmony are all on our side, High Priest, please retreat."
Eight figures simultaneously stepped forward, like eight pillars reaching to the heavens, blocking everything in the world.
"Are you done?"
Liang Hui stood atop the Divine Carriage, his gaze falling down like the high expanse of heaven, his demeanor godly and indifferent:
"Then, die!"
With a gentle exhale, just four words.
The earth and the void started to spin, endless Taoism Principles cascaded down, transforming into cataclysmic Green Flames.
Wherever they passed, thunder dissipated, blood-colored Sword Qi shattered, and the dark water and ice broke apart.
The expressions of the eight people hardly had time to change, seven had already turned to ash!
On the ground, millions of warriors were wiped out in an instant.
All resistance, scheming, planning, vanished in a moment.
That easily, it was over.
Dead?!
Dead just like that?!
The only remaining female King, and the remaining Human Race War Masters on the ground, went from stunned to despaired.
He really dared to kill.
Without any regard, recklessly killing.
Bang! Bang!
Weapons fell to the ground, figures knelt one after another, looking towards the figure emerging from the green sun.
At this moment, Kings and commoners alike were indistinguishable, kneeling down, waiting in despair for the final judgment.
Step! Step!
A tall figure moved past the only surviving King, heading towards the end of the earth.
A deep voice echoed by the woman’s ear.
"Within three days, restore the Southwestern Lands to their original state, then come to the Ancestor Hall..."
"Accept your death!"
At that moment, a hint of light emerged in the woman’s lifeless eyes, a complex emotion welling up in her heart.
Turning her head!
Looking at the figure vanishing at the end of the earth, she bowed her head to the ground.
"The Heavenly King Division of Yao, thanks the High Priest for his grace!"
...
The campaign in the Southwestern Lands was but a microcosm for the world.
In the Southeast, in the Northeast, in the Northwest..., in all directions and realms, above and below, a round green sun surveilled all mortal affairs.
A palm, a finger, a fist, that was all.
The boiling world, the Human Race on the verge of disintegration, was brought together.
A day passed, the rebels were either executed or sent to foreign battlefields as fodder.
The Exotic Races lurking in darkness, stirring strife, all died!
Peace was once again restored to the world.
