Curse

Seeing that Chen Fan was unharmed and even managed to kill the Eighth-Order Shadow Sickle Insect King who had launched the sneak attack, Lin Xuanqing felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

What followed was a volcanic eruption of pride and self-satisfaction.

I am Lin Xuanqing's disciple!

This unparalleled pride quickly fermented in the next moment, transforming into an even more ferocious rage and fighting spirit.

"My disciple can slay an Eighth-Order enemy; how can I, as his master, be held back by mere insects!"

A furious roar echoed through the starry sky!

Lin Xuanqing held nothing back.

The Dao Principles governing him were completely distorted at that moment.

All the vibrant green light that symbolized boundless vitality has faded away, replaced by an endless gray that represents ultimate decay!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

One after another, gray divine chains formed from the pure Annihilation Law appeared out of Void, like maggots clinging to bones, or like chains of order that demand death, frantically coiling around the Ninth Tier centipede offspring.

The centipede offspring was already shaken by Lin Xuanqing's earlier attack that severely injured the emperor. Now, seeing his bloodshot eyes and even more frenzied aura than before, it had already begun to consider retreating.

However, it was too late!

The gray divine chain instantly sealed off the space-time around it, as if it had dug that universe out of reality, and no matter how it crashed, it could not shake it in the slightest.

"Die!"

Lin Xuanqing roared and clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

In an instant, countless chains of Annihilation merged into one, transforming into a gray Judgment Spear that seemed capable of piercing through the galaxy!

There was no earth-shattering noise, only absolute silence.

The moment the spear left his hand, it pierced the head of the Ninth Tier centipede offspring.

That hard head, strong enough to withstand the full force of an Eighth-Order expert, was as fragile as paper in front of the gray spear.

Its Divine Soul, along with its enormous body, was completely erased from the level of existence under the ultimate Annihilation Dao Principles, silently turning into the most primordial Cosmic Dust.

One strike, instant kill!

Lin Xuanqing stood proudly in the Void, his long hair dancing wildly.

He looked down at the Prodigies array of geniuses below, their morale soaring, and then glanced at Old Freak Wang, who was fighting to the death with another Ninth Tier prodigy in the distance. A smug smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, mimicking Old Freak Wang's earlier actions, he took a deep breath, channeled his immense cultivation into his throat, and roared with overwhelming force:

"Lin Xuanqing has slain Ninth Tier cultivator, a cause for celebration for the Human Race!!"

This roar was louder, more powerful, and carried farther than Old Freak Wang's voice.

The battlefield, which had been fiercely fighting, fell into an eerie silence that lasted for a second.

Old Freak Wang, who was in the midst of a Qi and Blood was churning, almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard that familiar shout.

His lips twitched violently. He turned his head and glanced at Lin Xuanqing, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a "you're kidding me" expression. He couldn't help but laugh and curse under his breath.

"You brat, trying to steal the spotlight from your apprentice! Shameless!"

In the rear ranks of the Prodigies, Wen Yuan and the other disciples of the Life School looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing their master's smug expression, the expressions on everyone's faces gradually changed from initial shock to suppressed laughter.

Even the usually aloof Su Qingyue's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

The grimness and cruelty of the battlefield were somewhat mitigated by the unusual competition for credit between the master and disciple.

However, for the Insect Race army, this was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The Eighth-Order Shadow Scythe attacker, who launched the sneak attack, is dead.

The Ninth Tier centipede commander on the main battlefield is also dead!

The successive fall of two high-ranking leaders dealt a devastating blow to the Insect Race's command system and overall morale.

The remaining two Ninth Tier offspring were both shocked and furious.

Looking at the Human Race warriors opposite them, who seemed to be on drugs and fearless of death, and then at the crazed Lin Xuanqing and the calm Chen Fan, the innate brutality and bloodlust in their hearts were finally replaced by fear.

"Withdraw!"

With a sharp mental shriek, the surviving Insect Race high command lost all will to fight.

How could the powerful Human Race let such an opportunity to kick a dog when it's down pass by!

"Kill them all!"

Old Freak Wang roared, his bronze fist blasting a fleeing Eighth-Order insect king into a severe injury.

A decisive battle to annihilate the fleeing enemy was thus launched.

Finally, after another Eighth-Order insect king was killed by several Human Race mentors working together, the Insect Race army's lines completely collapsed.

Despite being severely injured, the remaining two Ninth Tier offspring forcibly tore open a Spatial Rift, and led their remaining troops back into the enormous, dark wormhole without looking back.

We won!

"We won!!"

As the Insect Race army retreated in disarray, the surviving Human Race erupted in cheers that shook the entire universe.

Countless Prodigies embraced in celebration, their joyful tears mingling with the bloodstains on their bodies, shimmering in the Void.

In the starry sky, the cheers of victory still echoed, and a torrent of joy washed over every warrior who had survived the ordeal.

However, at the very last moment before that enormous, dark wormhole was about to close completely.

A concentrated, venomous will, like a cold lightning bolt traversing the Star Sea, descended from the deepest part of the wormhole, instantly piercing through the noisy battlefield and precisely locking onto that slightly slender figure in the crowd.

Chen Fan.

"Human Race Qilin Prodigy... I, the Emperor, will remember you!!"

Accompanied by this soul-shaking roar of fury, a black thread, even deeper than the dark matter of the universe itself, ignored the barriers of space and shot out from the Singularity that was about to be annihilated, aiming straight for Chen Fan's brow!

The speed was so fast that it exceeded the reaction limits of all the Eighth-Order and Ninth Tier powerhouses present.

"Presumptuous!"

A vast and unparalleled Martial God's Will descended with a roar, transforming into an invisible golden celestial barrier in an attempt to intercept it.

However, those black threads, like ghosts, were not purely an energy attack.

Although the Martial God's power obliterated ninety-nine percent of it the moment of contact, that most crucial trace seemed to contain some kind of causal law that could not be erased by the physical level, and it pierced straight through the sacred golden barrier.

That's too fast.

Even Chen Fan himself only had time to lift his eyelids.

The black line had silently disappeared into his brow, leaving a black beetle mark deep within his Divine Soul, seemingly formed from the resentment of millions of dead souls.

A chill ran through the depths of his Divine Soul, but other than that, there was no actual harm.

It was as if it were just a cruel joke.

But at that moment, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

The Martial God's majestic and heavy voice resonated in everyone's hearts, revealing this chilling truth:

"This is the Emperor's Blood Curse. It uses the Origin Source blood of Ninth-Tier Emperor as a catalyst, imprinting cause and effect, a curse that lasts until death. Within the Human Federation Territory, protected by the Fortune, this curse cannot take effect. However, once it steps outside the Federation's territory, this curse will immediately be sensed by the Insect Emperor, attracting the Emperor's relentless pursuit."