Repugnant Gateway Chapter 138

The moment the red-robed cleric stabbed out with the Flowing Maple Knife, the sky seemed to turn black.

It was as if an invisible black cloud had suddenly appeared, enveloping the capital of Great Yan, Fang Gengcheng.

Immediately after that, a shrill wailing sound came out from the stone. It was very weak, but it gave off the impression that it was caused by a tear in one's eardrums.

Then, a stream of blood slowly flowed out from the crack the blade had made.

""It's bad luck that the stone is bleeding!""

Li Changlu suddenly shouted, then turned around and picked up Su Taibai. ""Protect the emperor!""

Following his shout, many guards rushed up from behind.

But it was too late.

A strong purple light burst out from the stone, like a string of arrows.

Wherever the violet light passed by, no one remained alive.

The purple light was like a divine sword, shooting out one after another. The people standing on the purple light line were all dead.

Some people's heads had been penetrated by the purple light, and some people's heads had been cut in half. Furthermore, their corpses withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

""Hahahaha!""

The red-robed cleric held his Flowing Maple Blade as he laughed wildly. ""You idiots, do you really think that I, Great Quiet, will submit to you, Swallow People?""

I have fought thousands of battles since I founded my own kingdom, even if my enemies have never bowed their heads before.

Even if you Yan Clan have contacted the people of BoHai, don't even think about letting us, Great Ethereal Opening, destroy this country.

I, the people of Ethereal Opening, am already prepared to die. Even if I die, I will drag my enemies to hell with me! ""

The instant the purple light burst out, An Zhe was almost the closest.

In that instant, the scales of the Sacred Fish on the Blood Cement Pearl were placed in front of An Zaixin's chest.

However, that purple light was truly too powerful. An Zhan felt that he was really going to die.

Just as the purple light was about to break through the scales of the holy fish, a second and third holy ray of light appeared from the Blood Cultivation Pearl bracelet. The three scales of the holy fish formed a protective barrier around An Zeng's chest, blocking the purple light.

However, under the huge force, An Zhe's body was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

""Go to hell!""

The red-robed magistrate, who had been staring at him the entire time, shouted and slashed down with his blade in the air.

On top of the Flowing Wind Blade, a huge blade qi hacked down towards An Zeng's head.

Currently, the power of the Scales of the Holy Fish was being bound by the purple light, so there was no energy left to block the Flowing Maple Blade.

This wasn't because the scales of the holy fish weren't strong enough, but rather because the battle for power wasn't strong enough.

At that moment, the pen in An Zhe's hand suddenly lit up.

The pen flew up and wrote a line in mid-air.

Just a glance.

When the saber energy collided with the Flowing Wind Blade in midair, a huge wave followed right after.

A violent cyclone rippled out in all directions, and many of the blue tiles on the rooftops of Empyrean Terminus Palace were shattered.

It was a heavy stroke, thick ink, the stroke like a knife.

The blade in this stroke seemed to be much stronger than the real blade energy of the Flowing Wind Blade. The red-robed magistrate grunted and the blade in his hand fell to the ground. A shocking crack appeared on his chest and then his body cracked open with a 'pa' sound.

His body was cut in half from the middle, blood and internal organs splattering all over his body.

An Zeng's body flew back dozens of meters and crashed into a pillar. The back of his head was heavily injured, and he nearly fainted.

He struggled to get up, but he had no strength.

An Zou, who was lying on the ground, saw Wang Kai-Tai and Fang Daozhang jumping out of the crowd and pouncing towards the platform.

However, a figure suddenly leaped up and with a single palm strike, both Fang Daozhong and Wang Kaitai were forced back at the same time.

The figure repelled Wang Kaitai and Fang Dao, reaching out to catch the falling Flowing Maple Blade. The blade slashed his own arm, and a bloody wound appeared.

""When I, Great Ethereal Palace, am facing the most danger, I, Tan Song, am a descendant of the Royal Clan, and am willing to exchange my life and death for the destruction of an enemy country.

""Blood in the stone, blood in my blood. This is the blood curse.""

He floated in the air, the Flowing Maple Blade in his hand glowing with a violet light.

The purple light on the Flowing Maple Blade resonated with the purple light that burst out from the rock, seeming to have some sort of compatibility.

He used a Duke and two Purple grade divine artifacts.

This time, Youguo had made up his mind.

""Open it for me!""

Tan Song slashed down with his Flowing Maple Blade. A streak of purple light hacked down on the rock, and with a loud sound, the rock shattered into pieces.

Broken rocks, which were even harder than stone knives, flew everywhere like bullets. It was unknown how many people had been killed by the shattered rocks.

Inside the rock, there was a figure that looked like a seven or eight year old child surrounded by purple light. There were two balls of green light flickering in the purple light, looking like the eyes of the thing.

""I used the Blood Curse Divine Stone to order you to kill everyone here!""

Tan Song pointed his Flowing Maple Blade at the Dwarf from the Child of Light. The Dwarf roared at the sky, his voice seemed to be filled with unwillingness and anger, but at the same time, it seemed to be constrained by some force and had no choice but to obey Tan Song's orders.

He saw a purple ball of light fly out, and wherever it went, there was no sign of life.

The Dwarf's speed was simply too fast; there was no way he could dodge at all.

The royal guard who rushed forward did not even have the time to react before he was directly shattered into minced meat.

""Stone Essence!""

An Zhan faintly heard someone exclaim, then he saw three gray figures pouncing towards the stone essence spirit.

An Zeng's vision was a little blurry, and he could only see three elderly men with big sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Stone Essence?

An Zaihai's mind buzzed with thoughts, but his memories of the stone essence spirit still surged out.

According to the rumors, after a hundred thousand years or even a million years of cultivation, spirit stones could eventually give birth to intelligence and take the form of humans.

The human-shaped stone essence was even more powerful than ordinary purple grade divine artifacts.

His fleshly body was comparable to a violet grade divine weapon.

However, he was still alive. He had his own thoughts and powerful battle power.

However, this was only a legend. An Zhe had such profound experience, yet he had never seen a real stone essence spirit come into being.

""Die!""

Three old men in grey robes rushed forward and attacked at the same time.

A vast amount of cultivation power swept over like a great river.

""It has been a million years for me to take human form, absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and comprehend the great dao. How can you mortals kill ordinary people like you?""

The stone essence spirit roared towards the sky, and a purple light burst out from its body.

The power of the three gray-robed elders clashed against the violet light, instantly vanishing into nothingness.

However, there was an invisible force that could not be stopped. Three old men with astounding strength were sent flying in the air. After landing on the ground, they all vomited blood.

""Venerable One, please take action to exterminate this monster!""

The three of them ran to the same place, holding hands and chanting at the same time.

""Kill Duke Yan and Empress Dowager!""

Tan Song pointed his Flowing Maple Blade at the empress dowager and King Yan, who were retreating into the main hall. The stone spirit clutched his avatar as it let out a miserable cry of pain before pouncing towards Empyrean Terminus Palace.

He moved forward like a bolt of purple lightning, completely unstoppable.

Dozens of imperial bodyguards stood behind the empress dowager and Duke Yan, their motions uniform. The formation of sabers drew the stone essence within as a flash of sabre light flashed.

After a clanging sound, all the sabers were broken.

""You are not worthy to be my opponents. I am the essence of the world, the only one!""

With a wave of the stone essence spirit's hand, the dozens of guards immediately turned into a bloody mist, not even able to leave behind their corpses.

Li Changlu held onto Empress Dowager Su as he flew backwards. He didn't expect this person to be so powerful. In the blink of an eye, he left the group of Swallow Kings behind and fled in the direction of the Embroidery Palace.

As for the King Yan, he did not have any expert guards. Even though his strength was extraordinary, he was far from being able to match up to the stone essence spirit.

After a short moment, the guards by his side were almost all dead.

An Chengli dragged the King of Swallow and ran. Seeing that the guards couldn't hold him back any longer, he shouted for the King to leave quickly. Then he turned around and threw himself at the stone essence spirit.

Yan Wang Mu and Mu Changyan were stunned as their eyes reddened. ""Little An!""

At this time, the three gray-robed elders simultaneously raised their heads and shouted, ""Honored Warrior, please make a move!""

A burst of light suddenly erupted from within Empyrean Terminus Palace. It was not one light after another, but the entire Empyrean Terminus Palace was shrouded in a milky white light.

There seemed to be many lines moving within the light, but it was hard to see what they were.

Within the white light, one could faintly see an old man wearing a Daoist robe. His long beard, white hair, and the demeanor of a Daoist Immortal.

""Monster, even if you cultivated for ten thousand years and took human form, you are still a monster.""

The old Daoist stepped on the white light and stood above the Empyrean Terminus Palace. He extended his hand and grabbed downwards: ""I will use a supreme Tao technique to suppress you!""

The big hand reached out from the white light and grabbed the stone essence spirit that was flying in the air.

The stone spirit cried out loudly, its hands and feet were grabbed by its hands and unable to break free.

On that huge hand, there were also dense amounts of runes flowing around, and each rune emitted a dazzling radiance.

""If you cultivated for another thousand years, perhaps you would truly be invincible in this world.

""But you are too impatient. There are still many people in this world who can control you.""

The old Daoist clenched his hands, and the stone spirit wailed once again.

That old Daoist looked a little special, as if he was a living person, but he was also in the midst of a mirage.

At this moment, An Zeng was heavily injured, so he could only watch helplessly as he could not even get up.

At this moment, the old Daoist grabbed the stone essence spirit and went into a frenzy. He constantly struggled, as beams of purple light shot out from the gaps between the old Daoist's fingers.

None of the people nearby who were hit by the purple light could withstand the seedlings.

An Zhe lowered his head to take a look, and discovered that the pen Fang Dao had given him had fallen somewhere, and the scales of his holy fish had returned to the bracelet of blood beads.

That previous attack from the purple light was simply too powerful, far beyond what An Zhe's current strength could withstand.

The three scales were barely able to block the purple light, but they had temporarily lost their power and returned to the Blood Pearl.

All of a sudden, the oil-paper umbrella brought by An Zhe somehow opened by itself and floated to An Zhe's side. It opened up just in time to protect An Zhe.

There was nothing wrong with An Zhe, but a wounded man who had fallen not far away from An Zhe found that An Zhe had suddenly disappeared.

An Zhe felt a wave of suffocation in his chest, the pain was almost unbearable, and he did not know how many bones he had broken.

His vision became more and more blurry. He seemed to see a mountain range in a trance. He seemed to recognize it.

An Zeng felt that the tallest mountain peak was like a sharp sword that was stabbed into the earth. The peak naturally had a cold and overwhelming aura.

Upon seeing this, An Zhe couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

A red light suddenly flashed within the sword like mountain peak.

The sealed crystal coffin suddenly opened, and the middle-aged man who had been sleeping inside disappeared with a long whistle.

The Cang Man Mountain where Huan Shi resided was no less than several thousand kilometers away from the State of Yan. However, the red light flashed as if it had crossed the void.

Within the red light, the dignified middle-aged man stretched out his hand and grabbed downwards, ""I'll take the stone essence, I'll spare your life.""

In Fang Gu City, the expression of the old Daoist on the glowing shadow suddenly changed, ""The fiendish demon is not dead yet?!""

He raised his other hand to block the attack, and the two huge palms met in midair. Following that, a storm swept through Fang Gu City. It was unknown how many houses collapsed, and how many people were buried under the rubble.

The old Daoist grunted as his body became lifeless.

The middle-aged man grabbed the stone essence spirit in his hand, and with a flash of red light, he disappeared.

After the stone essence spirit disappeared, Tan Song's face turned ugly, ""Is the heavens not helping me?!""

He cried out in pain, and rushed towards the Heavenly Temple with his Flowing Maple Knife in hand, ""Even if I am the only one left, I will still kill you all!""

The old Daoist who was about to disappear sighed, ""He is also a fanatic. Whatever, if I can't catch that stone spirit, I'll capture you first.""

He made a grabbing motion in the air, and Tan Song's body was suddenly frozen in midair, like a stone statue, unable to move.

Many imperial bodyguards rushed over. A wave of crossbows shot out, and Tan Song's body was immediately pierced by countless bloody holes.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still muttered to himself, ""The heavens will not help me … the heavens will not help me … the underworld!""

Chapter end