Chapter 909: Chapter 631: The Demise of Achilles
Lu Chenzhou and Emperor Shitian joined forces and steadily suppressed Achilles, gradually gaining the upper hand.
But Achilles was no easy opponent.
He further burned the Shadow Blood.
This would severely affect his potential.
Leaving his hopes of ascending to the Second Step almost impossible.
For the sake of survival, he couldn’t care less.
The Wangliang Ancestor’s form further solidified, like a Barbaric Killing God walking out from the era of myths, boundless might pouring into Achilles’ body.
After Wangliang Ancestor’s possession, Achilles’ aura reached the Second Step. Pairing the all-cleaving Shadow God Blade, just three strikes were enough to shatter the Thunder Emperor Dharma into pieces. Emperor Shitian revealed his original form, his embodiment about to vanish like a bubble, and his three Eighth Rank Spiritual Weapons all showed varying degrees of damage.
"Die!"
Achilles, like a crazed beast, bathed in the Heavenly Tribulation Fire of the Nine Tribulation Lotus, withstood Lu Chenzhou’s offensive and furiously attacked Emperor Shitian.
Another slash teleported in, the ghostly light like the Scythe of Death, leaving Emperor Shitian powerless to resist.
Shadow God Blade + Late Sixth Rank Shadow Dao.
First Rank cultivators shouldn’t even think of dodging.
Let alone Emperor Shitian—even Lu Chenzhou, after Sixth Rank Lightning Dao and Devouring Heaven and Earth, couldn’t dodge, only relying on his many lives to grind against Achilles.
Achilles wasn’t stupid, either.
Lu Chenzhou had an Undying Body—he was impossible to kill. So, he went all out to kill Emperor Shitian first and break the two-man encirclement.
Relying on Lu Chenzhou alone wouldn’t be enough to keep him here.
One slash—Emperor Shitian died, his Spiritual Embodiment collapsing into countless Spiritual Power, vanishing into the heavens and earth.
Emperor Shitian could no longer sustain his embodiment.
Of course, it was just the Spiritual Embodiment that died.
Somewhere in Tianxia.
Where the Po Suo Ancient Country once stood, Canghai Sangtian had long since turned it into a deserted Forbidden Zone.
In the underground ruins of a monastery, a decaying face inside a stone coffin opened its eyes.
"Since my Spiritual Embodiment set foot in the Three Thousand Worlds, this is the first time facing such a crisis. Achilles may be an old-timer of the Eighth Realm, but is only a bit stronger than me. The problem is the Shadow God Blade—even as an Incomplete Treasure, it can still unleash the power of Top Grade Eighth Rank."
If a Po Suo Heart Cultivation Spiritual Embodiment was chopped down, it would consume part of the soul origin; it would take time to nurture and recombine it.
"With the Undying Body, Military Leader is already invincible. If Achilles isn’t a fool, he won’t keep tangling and will surely retreat."
Emperor Shitian wasn’t worried.
The Military Leader is unstoppable now.
No one can kill him.
Next, the ones who should fear are the Heavenly Gu Daoist and Achilles. Even if they escape, they’ll still face Lu Chenzhou’s revenge—watching their enemy grow strong with no way to kill him.
This is the most despairing!
...
"Senior Emperor Shitian’s embodiment has fallen?"
"The Shadow God Blade is too strong—definitely top five among killing Supreme Treasures of this era. Speed is invincible—not weaker than my Cosmic Light Sword," said the Yaochi Immortal Daoist.
"It’s over, only the Military Leader is left. I wonder if he can beat Achilles?"
"Don’t worry. Soon you’ll see the might of the Undying Realm," said Old Wang.
Now he was completely at ease.
Before the Demigods emerged, he no longer worried about his disciple being targeted by all sorts of hidden enemies.
As for Third Step Causality Dao experts?
Even rarer than Demigods.
...
"Now it’s your turn." Achilles stared at Lu Chenzhou, the Shadow God Blade slashing repeatedly, each ghostly glow tearing space, as dense as rain.
Having killed Emperor Shitian, Achilles felt his power return and wanted to see if he could kill Lu Chenzhou.
Facing the Shadow God Blade’s assault—
Lu Chenzhou didn’t dodge at all.
Mainly because he couldn’t.
His form was blown into blood mist again and again amidst the ghostly lights, like a string of firecrackers, blood-colored mist echoing through the Ruins Sea as he closed in on his enemy.
"Nine Tribulation Lotus!"
He revealed six heads and twelve arms, countless Nine Tribulation Lotus blooms blossoming amidst the surging Ruins Sea.
"It’s useless."
Through Witch’s intel, Achilles had long since seen Lu Chenzhou’s move. The Wangliang Ancestor howled to the sky, manifesting three thousand pitch-black ghost claws.
"More hands? Think you can outnumber me?"
Achilles sneered. Each ghost claw grasped a projection of the Shadow God Blade, all slashing out together, and at each blade tip, a Shadow Magic Ball grew larger in the wind.
"Divine Power·Three Thousand Shadow Realm!"
Three thousand shadow worlds stacked layer upon layer, wrapping the Wangliang Ancestor in a pitch-black spherical cocoon.
The sphere exploded, breaking the seal of twelve Nine Tribulation Lotuses. Achilles, immersed in wielding the Shadow God Blade, flashed behind Lu Chenzhou.
The Shadow God Blade came down.
Lu Chenzhou spun and stabbed back with his spear.
"You think I can’t kill you? There’s no one in this world who’s truly undying—not even gods."
Achilles refused to believe it. He ignited the last wisp of Demigod Power stored in the Shadow God Blade over endless ages, transforming it into a blood-red pupil.
The Blood Eyes hovered overhead, like a sinister sun.
"Wangliang Eye!"
This was a divine power mastered by the Wangliang Ancestor. Through the solidification of Demigod Power, it traps the enemy in endless Shadow Realms, erasing them under the rules of the Shadow Realm.
As a Demigod Supreme Treasure, with no source to replenish its power, after generations of depletion by the Shadow Kill Clan and Time, only two wisps of Demigod Power remained.
Achilles couldn’t bear to use even one.
But this time, just to kill Lu Chenzhou—
He thought it was worth a shot.
Even though this wisp of Demigod Power was too weak, able to unleash only one percent of the real [Wangliang Eye]’s power, it should be enough to kill this guy.
Even the Third Step would be wary.
Because this was a dimensionality reduction strike.
The Shadow God Blade slashed down.
"This attack... something’s off." Lu Chenzhou chose to self-detonate, turning into rolling blood mist spreading in all directions.
These high-born Eighth Realm types just might have some hidden trump card.
But that blood-red pupil in the sky rolled like a searchlight, shooting out infinite light, enveloping Lu Chenzhou, dragging him into a pitch-dark Shadow World where nothing mattered anymore.
"So much for undying—what a joke."
Achilles felt immense relief—as long as the realm crushing was absolute, divine powers and techniques were meaningless.
In the Ruins Sea, a massive, thirty-thousand-mile-diameter shadow world suddenly appeared. Through the translucent boundary barrier, one could vaguely see a churning mass of blood mist constantly pounding the confines inside.
"Crap, the Military Leader’s trapped!"
"What’s this technique now?!"
In the Aurora Palace, everyone’s emotions roller-coastered.
The Yaochi Immortal looked grave. "That Blood Eyes... its power isn’t much, but its level is too high—there’s Demigod aura. I didn’t expect Achilles still had this move. Even if Second Step experts fall prey today, odds are it’s Nine Deaths and One Life."
"What should we do?"
asked Old Wang.
"Wait. In a battle of this level, the only thing we can do is not drag the Military Leader down,"
sighed the Yaochi Immortal.
Inside the Shadow World—
The blood mist condensed into Lu Chenzhou’s form, the Shadow World endlessly shrinking. His blood mist transformed into a tentacle, lashing at the Shadow World. In the next instant, a supreme shadow law descended, instantly annihilating all blood mist into the purest Yin Yang Five Elements and other chaos element powers.
"A complete dimensionality reduction strike—is this the heritage of a Demigod-descended clan? Truly troublesome. But there’s not much Demigod Power left in this; it shouldn’t last long. To annihilate my blood mist body entirely into particles? Not likely... But sitting around waiting to die isn’t my style. Better break the predicament myself—it’s a good chance to test the power of Pure Yang Fire."
He raised his fingertip—
A wisp of pure white flame erupted forth.
Outside, Achilles sneered.
"What’s this, then? Trying to use Pure Yang Fire’s restraint on Yin attribute energy to break out?"
He really couldn’t help but laugh.
Pure Yang Fire—sure, every Great Wilderness cultivator had to learn it. It was practical, but only as an auxiliary technique. Who uses this stuff for battle?
In the Aurora Palace—
The Yaochi Immortal was puzzled, trying hard to analyze Lu Chenzhou’s intent, but ultimately gave up shaking her head. She couldn’t imagine how one might use Pure Yang Fire here.
Prince Northern Guardian, Xuanwu Daoist, and other Tianxia experts all cultivated Pure Yang True Fire or Taiyin True Fire, but these were used for artifact refining and alchemy.
"What’s happening to the Military Leader?"
"If all else fails, try using the Martial World’s guardian treasure! What’s he even doing with this Pure Yang Fire?"
The Shadow World kept collapsing.
A streak of pure white light, like an unyielding candle flame, shone persistently. Within Lu Chenzhou, Cosmic True Gang poured in like a raging flood, feeding the flame.
The flame became a fireball.
The fireball continued to swell.
After infusing it with ninety-nine percent of his True Gang, a pure white sun, three thousand miles in diameter, was born, scattering the darkness of the Shadow World.
At this moment, its power even surpassed the Nine Tribulation Lotuses.
Suddenly, Lu Chenzhou was hit with inspiration.
He poured the strange poison from the [Myriad Poisons Mysterious Heart] into the pure white sun as well. The addition of Sixth Rank Poison Dao made the previously stable structure boil and explode like oil in a hot wok.
The sun turned a ghastly green, the green light casting Lu Chenzhou’s pale face into the weird haze of an old demon.
"Wait... is this Pure Yang Fire?"
"Did we see this wrong?"
"Looks more like Demon Skill to me."
The others stared with bulging eyes.
"What the fuck is this? Don’t tell me even this wisp of Demigod Power can’t kill Lu Chenzhou?!"
Achilles’ eyelids twitched, too. Then his face changed drastically as he fled crazily into the distance.
The green sun exploded, unleashing energy equivalent to tens of billions of cauldrons, the green Pure Yang Poison Fire transforming into a Poison Dragon barreling through and smashing open the Shadow World.
Poison wasn’t just about harming bodies—
It could destabilize all rules,
including shadow!
Like Archimedes’s lever, the Shadow World built by a wisp of Demigod Power was pried apart.
Endless green poison flames erupted in all directions.
Lu Chenzhou’s long spear became a javelin, wrapped in a Poison Dragon, thrown violently to catch up with Achilles, exploding instantly, a green Nine Tribulation Lotus blooming from nothing.
He twisted and turned into a Golden Peng, then flashed next to the desperately fleeing Achilles, instantly morphing into an Ancient Thunder Dragon to unleash thunder punishment.
Nine dragons crashed down.
With Achilles’ miserable screams, a charred corpse plummeted, armor splattering through the void.
Achilles had no breath left long ago.
Lu Chenzhou, however, frowned deeply.
Before him was just Achilles’ physical body.
"Soul separated and escaped?"
...
"Damn, that was close."
The Shadow God Blade raced through the darkness, Achilles’ soul shadow attached to it, clutching the Wangliang Finger Bone and Lu Chenzhou’s dropped storage ring.
At the critical moment,
Achilles decisively abandoned his body and used the last wisp of Demigod Power from the Shadow God Blade to save his life.
"Good thing I got the finger bone back; otherwise, I’d be finished. Without my Eighth Realm body, I’ll have to go back to the Shadow Killing Realm and repossess a body I’ve already prepared."
That body isn’t even Eighth Realm cultivation—which means he’s dropped out of the top ranks of the Three Thousand Worlds. If those enemies he’s offended find out...
The consequences would be unthinkable.
"No way to kill Lu Chenzhou. From now on, I’ll find an excuse to hide in the Three Thousand Realms. As long as I keep my head down, what can Lu Chenzhou do?"
Suddenly, Achilles, rambling on, froze, staring at the finger bone and storage ring in his palm as they burst like bubbles.
"Fuck, illusion?!"
Achilles’ voice was shrill.
That Lu Chenzhou—actually dared to mess with him!
"Is this really an illusion?"
A sudden cold voice made Achilles shudder. He watched as those vanishing bubbles turned into wisps of thin blood mist.
From the mist, a white-robed figure solidified.
The great spear fell, the Nine Tribulation Lotus blossomed in the Shadow Dimension, piercing the darkness and erupting with ten thousand radiant beams.
Lu Chenzhou seized a hazy, insubstantial soul, revealing Achilles’ terrified face.
"You... when did you—?"
"I told you, I am everywhere."
Schlurp—Lu Chenzhou slurped Achilles in as if sucking a noodle, refining him instantly.
Achilles,
King of the Shadow Kill Clan,
master of countless worlds,
dead!