Chapter 286

368. The Tomb of the Burial King Supreme Being

However, before she could explain, she was interrupted.

"What else is there to discuss? Goddess Lin, don't tell me you're really afraid of them?"

The Wei Clan Divine Dynasty Saintess shouted, her eyes flashing with cold light and filled with chilling killing intent. She took a step forward, and her whole body surged with blazing white light. She brandished her long sword, and a majestic and awe-inspiring divine white tiger suddenly formed, roaring to the sky. Its ferocious aura swept across the entire palace, seemingly wanting to devour its prey.

"This..." Lin Zhaoyu was speechless for a moment.

"The White Tiger True Body!"

Upon seeing the giant white tiger appear, the Gu Clan Divine Dynasty Saintess excitedly shouted, "Senior Sister Wei, let's attack together and wipe out these demons!"

"Brothers, let's charge together and kill all the demons!"

"We outnumber you and have the advantage, what do we have to be afraid of!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Shouts echoed throughout the hall, followed by a simultaneous attack from the numerous Eastern Pole cultivators present.

Huff! Huff! Huff~~

A multitude of spells bloomed, covering the sky and earth like locusts, crushing towards the Netherworld Path Saint and his companions. The vast and surging divine power engulfed the figures of the demons.

Seeing this, Lin Zhaoyu became even more nervous. She had an ominous premonition, feeling that something bad was about to happen, so she refused to fight the demon head-on.

She felt that the demons must have an urgent purpose in infiltrating the ancient tomb. It would be enough for them to keep the demons here and maintain their deterrent effect. A direct confrontation with them was not the right choice.

However, since the other practitioners had already made their moves, she could only stand by and watch. If Ren Wuqing take action, she would not stand idly by either.

However, faced with the overwhelming attacks of supernatural powers, the Netherworld Path Saint Son and others appeared calm and collected, as if they didn't take these attacks seriously at all.

Because they knew that beside them was a true prodigy, the second-ranked on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, the number one genius of the Southern Wilderness— Ren Wuqing, the Red Dust Path Holy Son!

As expected.

The next moment.

Ren Wuqing's expression remained as calm as still water, without a ripple.

He simply raised his right hand and casually pressed down into the air.

Instantly, a tremendous suction force swept out from his palm, and all the supernatural powers and spells vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Um?"

Everyone's expression changed, and they involuntarily took a few steps back.

What's going on?

"He absorbed all our supernatural powers!"

"Why do I feel like some of my spiritual energy has been drained away?"

They looked at Ren Wuqing in horror.

A faint smile appeared on Ren Wuqing's face, but it seemed to convey disappointment.

"You guys are too weak!"

Rumble!

As he finished speaking...

He raised his right hand, and countless terrifying auras instantly erupted from his palm. Countless divine powers surged out, dense as a tsunami, sweeping outwards like a torrent.

Upon seeing this, Lin Zhaoyu, Saintess Wei, and the others immediately changed their expressions and dodged away. However, those cultivators who reacted more slowly were not so lucky and were directly caught in the torrent of supernatural powers.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, screams filled the air as figures were sent flying, crashing to the ground, coughing up blood, looking utterly wretched. Their bodies were bruised, their internal organs shattered, their dantian riddled with holes, and they were on the verge of death.

Those who were directly struck by the torrent of supernatural power fared even worse; their bodies exploded one after another, filling the air with a nauseating stench of blood. In a short time, most of the hundreds of Eastern Pole cultivators who had been standing there perished.

Silence!

Whether it was the Holy Maiden of the Ancient Divine Dynasty or the Wei Clan Divine Dynasty Saintess, or the other surviving Holy Sons and Saintess, they were as shocked and terrified as they had been, having previously boasted so arrogantly that they would kill the demons.

"How is this possible? How could you be so amazing!"

The Wei Clan Divine Dynasty Saintess spoke in a trembling voice, her tone revealing an unconcealable fear.

She ranked thirteenth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking and possessed the bloodline of the ancient immortal beast, the White Tiger. However, she couldn't muster the slightest will to fight back against Ren Wuqing's attack.

With just one move, she nearly collapsed.

After all, he single-handedly killed hundreds of Eastern Extremity cultivators who were also at the King Realm. Even the Saintess of the Wei Dynasty and the Gu Clan Divine Saintess were nearly killed in that torrent of supernatural power.

This is simply unbelievable!

A serious expression appeared on Lin Zhaoyu's pretty face.

She had never seen such a terrifying monk.

This was the most formidable enemy she had ever encountered.

Even if she were to counter that move, it would probably take her a lot of effort, and she could easily get injured if she wasn't careful.

Lin Zhaoyu said seriously, "You are indeed very strong!"

Ren Wuqing Lin Zhaoyu with a slight tilt of his head, a playful smile playing on his lips, and said, "Your cultivation is not weak, only slightly inferior to mine. If your physical body weren't so fragile, it might take me some time to defeat you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhaoyu's expression changed, and a hint of anger flashed deep in her eyes.

Since she began cultivating, she had never been defeated by anyone of the same cultivation level, yet in Ren Wuqing's eyes, she was so utterly vulnerable?

However, she wouldn't act impulsively like the Holy Son of Music or the Saintess Wei.

After all, the scene of Ren Wuqing's attack was still fresh in everyone's mind.

"What is your purpose in infiltrating this ancient tomb?"

Lin Zhaoyu probed.

"Now that things have come to this, there's no harm in telling you."

Ren Wuqing said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Son of the Netherworld Path coughed lightly and explained with disdain, "Since our Holy Son is so merciful as to let you die knowing why, then I will tell you!"

"The so-called Quasi-Emperor Ancient Tomb you speak of is actually not a relic of a quasi-emperor at all, but the tomb of a supreme being!"

"And this ancient supreme being is none other than the founder of the Burial King Path, one of the Six Paths of the Southern Wilderness, and the burial site of the Burial King Supreme Being!"

Everyone was shocked to hear this.

They couldn't believe it at all.

This Quasi-Emperor Ancient Tomb was actually just the tomb of a supreme being!

Even more astonishingly, this supreme being was actually one of the founders of the Six Paths of Demonic Ways, the Burial King Supreme Being!

"Burial King Supreme Being!"

"This... how is this possible!"

All the cultivators showed expressions of surprise and horror.

"How could the Burial King Supreme Being be buried in the Eastern Pole? I think you're lying to us!"

Someone, unwilling to accept this, demanded an explanation.

"Why would I need to lie to a bunch of dead people?" The Holy Son of the Netherworld Path sneered, mocking, "Heh, it's fine if you don't want to believe me, but soon you will believe what I say."

"After all, seeing is believing!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhaoyu's unease intensified, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He asked urgently, "What exactly do you want to do?!"

Just as the Holy Son of the Netherworld Path was about to answer, Ren Wuqing interrupted him, saying, "You will naturally understand this question after I capture you."

369. Everything in the mortal world should be transformed for one's own use.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Wuqing stepped out.

With each step he took, the ground beneath his feet shook violently, and visible ripples spread outwards, as if an invisible hand was pushing the entire ground, stirring up layers of earth.

"Thump!"

Boom!

His right leg lashed out like a long whip, carrying immense force. The air was violently blown apart, emitting a sharp and piercing whistle, as it struck Lin Zhaoyu fiercely.

As their fists and feet clashed, the air suddenly exploded, and the collision of their fists and knuckles sent sparks flying and produced a dull thud.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Lin Zhaoyu's delicate body retreated frantically, each step landing on the ground, causing the earth beneath her feet to crack and form tiny fissures.

She took a full nine steps back before coming to a stop.

Her right arm hung limply, and bright red blood dripped onto the ground with a "plop plop" sound, stirring the emotions of the cultivators in the Eastern Pole, making them feel uneasy and anxious.

"Is Goddess Lin about to be defeated?"

"How is that possible?"

"We believe in Goddess Lin; she will surely defeat the evil spirits!"

Regardless of whether they could win, the cultivators of Dongji could only place their hopes on Lin Zhaoyu, because she was the only one among them who could stand up to Ren Wuqing.

Lin Zhaoyu raised her beautiful eyes and stared intently at the man in front of her.

Ren Wuqing suddenly attacked, and she didn't have time to use her supernatural powers to deal with it. She could only fight back with her physical body. With just one strike, he injured her physical body, even shocked her Purple Mansion, and touched her Primordial Spirit. It can be seen that what the other party said about her weak physical body was not false.

"You are indeed very strong."

Lin Zhaoyu repeated, "However, this is far from enough to defeat me!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

As she thought this, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, and a torrential downpour poured down, instantly forming a rushing river that separated the cultivators of the Eastern Pole from the demons of the Southern Wilderness.

Lin Zhaoyu flashed and appeared on the river the next moment, her whole body shrouded in a hazy mist, as if she were in a water curtain, looking ethereal and otherworldly, giving people a sense of unreality.

Splash!

The river roared, stirring up a cloud of water vapor.

Ripples spread outwards, sweeping outwards like a water net covering an area of thousands of feet, leaving the Southern Wilderness Demons bewildered and unable to pinpoint Lin Zhaoyu's exact location.

"Splash--"

Lin Zhaoyu flicked her finger, and the rain transformed into countless water swords, shooting towards Ren Wuqing in a devastating barrage.

Her speed was incredibly fast, her attacks were fierce and domineering, and every sword strike contained a terrifying sharpness, capable of shattering mountains and breaking through the void.

"A trivial skill!"

Facing the incoming sword light, Ren Wuqing smiled faintly, slowly raised his right palm, spread his five fingers, and grabbed towards the sky.

Buzzing...

In an instant, all the water in the river boiled and surged, as if it were constantly evaporating, which was terrifying.

The next instant, the overwhelming expanse of water-colored swords, along with the ceaselessly rushing river, seemed to have shrunk countless times, falling entirely into his palm.

What incredible power this is!

The cultivators from the Eastern Pole were stunned!

"This... this is simply unbelievable!"

"It seems the water hasn't disappeared..."

Upon witnessing this astonishing scene, the cultivators of the Eastern Pole were dumbfounded, their minds in complete disarray.

Seeing this, the Holy Son of the Netherworld Path sneered, "Is this all the understanding the cultivators of the Eastern Pole have? Our Holy Son has cultivated the Red Dust Dao World, and all things in the world, belonging to all living beings, can be transformed into his own. No matter what methods you use, they will ultimately come back to haunt you!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators from the Eastern Pole were greatly surprised!