Greater Divine Ability: Treasure-Gathering Art, Seizing an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon!

Pfft!

As soon as the Blood Sea Ancestor finished speaking, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, every drop containing the vital essence of a ninth-level Saint Emperor Realm expert.

The instant the essence blood merged into the void.

The entire starry sky began to tremble violently, as though something that had slumbered for endless ages was being awakened.

Whoosh!

The next instant, the void split apart.

From that rift, a blood-colored demonic blade slowly emerged.

The blade was three zhang long, its entire body a dark red so deep it seemed nearly solidified, as if it had been forged from the essence blood of countless living beings.

The moment the blood-colored demonic blade entered the world, the starry sky for hundreds of thousands of miles changed color.

The radiance of countless stars was swallowed by that towering blood light, and even the laws of heaven and earth trembled and wailed beneath its edge.

The cultivators aboard the seven Blood God Palace warships were no longer kneeling. Their entire bodies were pressed flat against the decks, their very souls shivering beneath that imperial might.

"An Emperor Weapon!"

Among the three Saint King Realm elders sent flying with grievous injuries, one cried out in shock, his voice brimming with uncontrollable ecstasy and reverence.

"The Ancestor has summoned our forefather's Emperor Weapon!"

"It's the Immortal-Slaying Demon Blade!"

"The treasure that safeguards our Blood God Palace!"

"We're saved!"

Holding the Emperor Weapon, the Blood Sea Ancestor's aura rose higher and higher.

The humiliation of being suppressed by Chen Changqing and forced to kneel and slap his own face transformed, at this moment, into boundless killing intent.

He had lived for nearly ten thousand years and dominated an entire star domain. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

If he did not tear Chen Changqing into ten thousand pieces today, how could the Blood Sea Ancestor ever show his face in this world again?

"Boy—"

The Blood Sea Ancestor glared fixedly at Chen Changqing, his face twisted with frenzied killing intent. "I admit that you possess some strange means, enough to suppress my movements."

"But before an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon—"

"Those little tricks of yours are simply not worth a single blow!"

He stepped forward, raising the blood-colored demonic blade high in his hand.

Where the blade passed, the void was torn open like thin paper, revealing a savage rift. Imperial might bore down upon Chen Changqing like something tangible.

He would use this strike to wash away all the humiliation from before.

However—

Chen Changqing smiled.

His smile was calm and unruffled, as if the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon before him, capable of cleaving apart stars, was merely an interesting toy.

He looked the blood-colored demonic blade up and down, with even a trace of appreciation in his eyes.

"Not a bad item."

He nodded and smiled. "I'll gladly take it."

As his words fell, he casually raised a hand and beckoned.

Greater Divine Ability—Treasure-Gathering Art.

All treasures beneath heaven and earth, whether they were innate supreme treasures nurtured by the world itself or Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons tempered by great experts with their essence blood...

So long as they existed within this world, with but a single thought from him, they would all come at his call.

Buzz—

The blood-colored demonic blade let out an incomparably shrill wail.

The countless ancient runes gleaming upon its blade all stopped operating at once. The blade struggled frantically, as if attempting to break free from the pull of some force.

Unfortunately—

Before the supreme laws of the Greater Divine Ability, the Treasure-Gathering Art, even the imperial might of an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon appeared so pale and powerless.

The Blood Sea Ancestor's ferocious grin froze.

"No!"

"This is impossible!"

Sensing that the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon was actually about to escape his control, the Blood Sea Ancestor roared hoarsely. Veins bulged across his forehead as both hands clutched the hilt with all his strength, to the point that he even crushed his teeth.

But all of it was futile.

Whoosh!

A sound tore through the air.

That blood-colored demonic blade actually sliced through the void and landed steadily in Chen Changqing's palm.

The blood light upon the blade circulated through his palm for a moment before slowly withdrawing. It became a dark-red longsword resting quietly in his hand, docile as a spirit beast that had finally found its master.

At that instant—

The Blood Sea Ancestor stood there completely dumbfounded.

His blood-moon eyes stared fixedly at the blood-colored demonic blade in Chen Changqing's hand, now as obedient as a pet beast. It was as though countless bolts of thunder had exploded in his mind at once.

How was this possible?

How could this be possible?!

That was an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon—the treasure safeguarding the Blood God Palace, forged by the sect's founding ancestor with his own imperial blood when he attained the Dao. It contained a trace of a Great Emperor's lingering imperial might and the laws of Heaven's Mandate!

Emperor Weapons possessed spirits, and imperial might was like heaven itself.

Ordinary cultivators could not even approach an Emperor Weapon without being crushed by its imperial might until their souls were annihilated, much less wield one.

That was precisely why, every time he used the Immortal-Slaying Demon Blade, he had to sacrifice his own vital essence blood just to barely awaken a thread of the Emperor Weapon's power.

Yet this Great Sage Realm junior had not only forcibly snatched the demonic blade away right under his nose, but the imperial might within the blade showed not the slightest rejection toward him. It had even retracted its edge on its own, meek as a tamed dog.

"This is fucking... completely unreasonable!"

The Blood Sea Ancestor practically squeezed those words through clenched teeth, utterly stripped of the bearing expected of a Saint Emperor Realm expert.

He had lived for nearly ten thousand years and seen countless peerless geniuses and monstrous talents.

Yet he had never seen a genius who could casually take away an Emperor Weapon!

"Is this... the true weight of an invincible divine son from a million years ago?"

Not far away.

The faint hope that had just risen in Xue Wuyou's heart was extinguished in an instant.

He had thought that once the Ancestor summoned the Emperor Weapon, it would be their chance to turn the tide.

He knew the fearsome reputation of the Immortal-Slaying Demon Blade all too well.

In his previous life, even supreme experts from forbidden zones had to fear this demonic blade by three parts.

Yet now, that supreme Emperor Weapon he had regarded as invincible rested quietly in Chen Changqing's hand. The blood light on its blade flowed meekly, with none of the savage ferocity described in the legends.

It was over.

Completely over.

Even an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon could do nothing to their opponent. What methods did they have left?

Their ninth-level Saint Emperor Realm Ancestor had been suppressed by a single sentence and forced to kneel and slap his own face. The Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon had been taken away with a casual beckon. Even when he had tried to flee with the Blood Escape Technique, he had been effortlessly captured and dragged back...

This gap in strength... was enough to drive one into despair, to leave one utterly powerless.

Xue Wuyou slumped in the void, feeling as though all the strength had been drained from his body.

In his previous life, he had endured life-and-death trials and escaped from desperate situations many times.

But at this moment, for the first time, he felt a helplessness that seeped into his bones.

He finally truly understood what those geniuses from a million years ago had felt when facing this Divine Son Changqing.

It was not the wariness one felt toward a peerless talent of the same generation, but the trembling and despair that surged from the depths of one's soul when facing a monster that should never have existed in this world.

"This guy... simply isn't human..."

Xue Wuyou muttered, his voice filled with bitterness.

What kind of genius could shatter the combined killing assault of three Saint King Realm experts with a single palm strike while only in the Great Sage Realm?

What kind of genius could make a ninth-level Saint Emperor Realm expert kneel and slap himself with a single sentence?

What kind of genius could casually beckon, seize an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, and make the weapon willingly submit?

Looking across the entire Great Desolate Realm, among even those ancient monsters sealed within Divine Source for countless epochs, how many could accomplish such a thing?

He had been wrong!

Truly wrong!

The power of the Chen Family's Divine Son far exceeded anything he had imagined!

However!

Just when Xue Wuyou believed he had already fallen into the deepest abyss of despair, that things could not possibly become any more hopeless—

Whoosh!

A purple figure suddenly appeared at Chen Changqing's side.

It was the Chen Family's old ancestor, Chen Haotian.

"Changqing... what happened? Are you alright?"

Chen Haotian frowned, concern appearing on his face.

He had been comprehending divine abilities in the Purple Star Domain when he suddenly sensed the aura of an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon erupting in this region of space.

The appearance of an Emperor Weapon was no trivial matter!

He had almost immediately torn through the void and teleported over.

He had not expected Chen Changqing to be here.

As he spoke, he swept his divine sense across the entire scene.

One glance was enough to make him jump in fright.

"Holy shit?"

"Good lad!"

"You did all this by yourself?"

Looking at the scene before him, Chen Haotian found it utterly unbelievable.

The three heavily injured Saint King Realm experts were one thing.

But how had even a ninth-level Saint Emperor Realm expert been beaten by Chen Changqing until his face resembled a pig's head, looking completely incapable of fighting back?

Most crucially.

The blood-colored demonic blade in Chen Changqing's hand still radiated strands of imperial might... it was clearly an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon carefully tempered by a Great Emperor!

Even within the Longevity Chen Family, there were only three such treasures!

They were their most central trump cards!

Yet Chen Changqing now had one in his hand?

"This blade..."

Chen Haotian paused, uncertainty in his voice. "Did you steal it?"

Chen Changqing nodded.

"That old thing wanted to use it to chop me just now. I thought the blade looked pretty good, so I took it while I was at it."

"If you like it, Old Ancestor, I'll give it to you!"

???

That was an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon!

What did he mean, he had taken it while he was at it?

Were those even human words?

Chen Haotian fell silent.

He had lived for so many years and witnessed countless storms and waves, yet Chen Changqing's casual tone still left him choked for words.

Let alone someone in the Great Sage Realm, even a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert like himself would find it difficult to forcibly seize an Emperor Weapon.

Was this kid's current strength not a little too heaven-defying?!

Even though he knew Chen Changqing's methods were extraordinary, Chen Haotian still found it somewhat inconceivable.

Was this... really the Chen Changqing he knew?

"F-Forgive me!"

"It was all this bastard's fault! It has nothing to do with me!"

At that moment, the Blood Sea Ancestor's face was filled with terror. Pointing at Xue Wuyou, he began pleading for mercy.

The moment he saw Chen Haotian, it was as if the last thread of strength had been sucked out of his body. He no longer had any thought of resisting.

He did not know the identity of this old man in purple, but the aura radiating from him, that oppressive force which left him unable even to summon the thought of resisting, could mean only one thing—a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert.

The Chen Family truly had a Quasi-Emperor guarding it.

And judging from the man's aura, he was a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert at the peak of his vitality!

Now, he had no other thoughts. He only wanted to survive!

"Who are you?"

Chen Haotian asked with a frown. The fact that the man could produce an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon was enough to prove that his identity and background were far from ordinary.

"I am the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Blood God Palace. I only attacked the Lin Family because I believed this bastard's slander. I did not know of the connection between the Lin Family and the Chen Family. This was not my intention!"

The Blood Sea Ancestor answered in fear and trepidation.

Unexpectedly.

Xue Wuyou gave a cold laugh, with no intention whatsoever of letting him wash his hands of the matter.

"Ancestor, don't make me laugh!"

"Wasn't it you who kept guaranteeing that the Chen Family was nothing to fear at all?"

At those words.

The Blood Sea Ancestor was utterly enraged.

"If you hadn't deceived me, you bastard, saying that you could see the future!"

"The Lin Family was a great calamity for my Blood God Palace. It had to be strangled in the cradle beforehand—otherwise, why would I make such a huge move?"

Hearing Blood Sea Ancestor's words, Chen Changqing's heart stirred for no apparent reason.

"Hm?"

"See the future?"

"What did that mean?"