Half a day later, the crowd finally saw the people of the Shadow Clan. Thɪs chapter is updated by N0velFire.ɴet
Their skin color resembled that of Africans; they walked upright, and a slick black tail extended from their spine. It was said that this was the key organ that allowed the Shadow Clan to conceal their own aura.
Leading the Shadow Clan was Clan Leader Shadow Jue, who flicked his long tail, a cryptic expression on his face as he said, "Asura."
"Well, where is your Divine Son? I’ve heard the Asura Divine Son’s battle prowess is unmatched among his peers, and I’m rather curious to see for myself."
The remark incited the fiery temper of the Asuras, who began brandishing their weapons, ready to charge forward.
Chen Jiuge stepped forward to block them, holding the Purple Mist Nether Flower Spear, a mischievous smile on his face. "That would be me," he said. "Does someone among you wish to challenge me?"
Shadow Jue squinted his eyes and sized him up, pondering inwardly, He seems strong, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t hope. Maybe Ying Pan should try?
"Let me do it." While Shadow Jue was still in thought, Ying Pan, the strongest genius of the Shadow Clan, could no longer contain himself.
Standing before Chen Jiuge with a long spear in hand, Ying Pan’s heart surged with excitement. Defeating this Asura Divine Son would surely make his name renowned throughout the Star Sea Realm. When that time came, leading the Shadow Clan to new heights wouldn’t be a difficult task.
The one-zhang-long black spear gathered a mass of shadows, and a dark vortex appeared at its tip. Ying Pan’s face flushed with excitement as he bellowed, "Take this spear strike, Shadow Slaying!"
In the eyes of the Shadow Clan, their genius was performing exceptionally, unleashing a Divine Skill that could certainly annihilate any True Immortal of their clan.
Watching the agitated Ying Pan, Chen Jiuge, with a touch of malicious amusement, gathered power and brought his spear down in a cleave, directly annihilating the black vortex at the spear’s tip. "Youngster, you’re still lacking," he said.
Divine Skill—Myriad Forms Spear Destruction!
The massive black-and-crimson War Spear slashed down upon the stunned Ying Pan. Shadow Jue immediately realized the danger and was about to intervene when Luo Zhenhai blocked him with a punch, saying, "It’s not proper for adults to interfere in the fights of children."
In just that moment’s delay, the Shadow Clan’s top genius was reduced to pieces. No, even the pieces seemed to have been obliterated by the lingering power of the Divine Skill. Not even ash remained.
Shadow Jue felt as if his heart was bleeding. Ying Pan was the most talented genius the Shadow Clan had seen in years. The original plan was to nurture him as the Fire Seed for a transfer. However, unable to withstand Ying Pan’s requests, Shadow Jue had reluctantly agreed to let him stay, feeling that preserving a True Immortal shouldn’t be an issue. But now, in an instant, he was gone—an unacceptable loss.
Chen Jiuge’s crimson eyes swept over the crowd. The True Immortals of the Shadow Clan bowed their heads, daring not to meet his gaze. Even some of the weaker Heavenly Immortals felt apprehensive. His Divine Skill’s power is probably no weaker than ours, they thought. Asuras are truly monstrous!
Seeing his clanspeople’s fighting spirit dwindle, Shadow Jue could only resort to his final gambit. "Everyone," he declared, "this is a battle for our very survival! The Netherworld King Clan has promised to . As long as we hold out for a while, victory will be ours!"
The Netherworld King Clan was a power on par with the Asura Clan. The words of Clan Leader Shadow Jue rekindled the fighting spirit of the remaining Shadow Clan members.
"Let’s see if you can withstand this." Luo Zhenhai laughed heartily and then pulled Shadow Jue into the void with him.
As the Golden Immortal left the scene to battle in the void, the remaining Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals from both sides exchanged glances and released shouts filled with murderous intent.
For a time, the sky was marked by a clear division of black and red, with countless Divine Skills clashing. True Immortals with slightly lesser power were directly shattered by the aftershocks of the tremendous Divine Skills.
"I’m going to die, I’m going to die."
Da Bai cowered behind the plump figure of Tian Que, screaming incessantly.
Tian Que slapped a Shadow Clan True Immortal to death and said, "Brother Dabai, they’re actually very weak. They can’t beat you. You could try."
Da Bai clung tightly to Tian Que’s tail. Still not feeling safe enough, he then used Tian Que’s two tails to tie a dead knot around his own waist and said, "But I’m an Artifact Refiner, support personnel. How can I take action myself?"
"But Sister Yue Meng, she’s already taking action," Tian Que pointed out with his little finger.
Following the direction of Tian Que’s finger, Yue Meng, draped in a gorgeous gown, waved her ceremonial mace. With a gentle swing, a crescent moon descended, pulverizing several True Immortals of the Shadow Clan. Da Bai’s lips twitched non-stop at the sight.
"Brother Dabai, don’t tell me you’re incapable?" Tian Que asked skeptically.
Da Bai exploded in an instant, his face changing colors as he proclaimed, "What’s so great about that? I can do it too, watch!"
Mana began to gather in his mouth. He summoned a blazing orb of Samadhi True Fire that shot into the crowd, and the violent flames instantly melted the Shadow Clan members being pummeled by the Asuras.
"How about that? I’m impressive, right?" Da Bai boasted with pride.
"Who was it? Who stole my opponent and burnt my butt?" An Asura, his buttocks emitting the aroma of roasted meat, scoured the area with a sinister face, his eyes so intensely red they looked as if they might drip blood.
Da Bai said sheepishly, "Tian Que, let’s go help Mo Yu. Her strength is weaker, and she might encounter danger."
Mo Yu looked helplessly at Mo Yang, who was staunchly guarding her. "Big brother," she said, "I can handle these."
"Handle what? It’s my duty as a big brother to protect my sister," Mo Yang said seriously.
Countless Divine Weapons, appearing as if painted with ink, surrounded the duo. They sliced into pieces any True Immortal of the Shadow Clan that dared to approach. Even on the rare occasion a Heavenly Immortal intervened, if they offered even slight resistance, a battle-hungry Asura would rush over and whisk them away.