Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 843 - 838: Retreat

Under one palm, all things are annihilated.

Sword Qi shatters, the starry sky shatters, the sun, moon, and stars shatter.

At this moment, all Martial Artists of the fifth heaven, even beings separated by dozens of Starfields from the battlefield, felt an immense pressure, making it difficult to breathe.

It seemed as if the distance of time and space disappeared, and no matter how far apart, one could see the fiery palm print covering the starry dome.

Suppression!

Suppression!

Suppression!

It felt as though once the palm print fell, everything between heaven and earth would be suppressed.

Heaven and earth lost their color!

All living beings lost their color!

Even the will of the heavens manifested, carrying a mighty force, sweeping forward.

The entire fifth heaven was thrown into chaos because of this palm print.

Only Bai Qi!

Remained calm, standing straight, his face showing not a trace of emotion.

"I shall kill you!"

"No matter what methods you use, they are useless!"

Bai Qi spoke softly, his long black hair flying, his gaze sharp, as he lifted the blood sword high.

Behind him, ten thousand blood-armored soldiers raised their weapons, the law of slaughter surging, like a river of blood burying all beings, flowing towards Bai Qi.

After gaining the power of the legion, Bai Qi's momentum surged, breaking the shackles and successfully breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm.

Above his head, the laws of slaughter floated, exerting supreme power, emitting a blinding red light, covering all light, as if the boundary between dawn and darkness.

Clang!

The blood sword resounded long.

Bai Qi thrust forcefully, the supreme slaughter spreading, aiming to pierce through heaven and earth, through the universe, and through the nine heavens.

Like the Heavenly Sword, capable of shattering everything.

The terrifying and vast palm flame that destroyed all things was sliced in half the moment it touched the Sword Qi, turning into a sky full of fiery rain, sprinkling across the starry sky, majestic and grand.

"Not good..."

Emperor Ren Jing was astonished.

At the moment the palm print was broken, he felt the force of death, causing his entire body to shudder, his soul convulsing.

He wanted to escape, but the slaughter Qi sealed all directions, making even a single step extremely difficult, let alone escape!

The next moment.

Sword Qi descended, piercing his body, transforming into a sky full of blood mist, leaving only an incomplete golden flame flickering in the void.

This is the Golden Crow Divine Fire.

The original fire seed that every Golden Crow can nurture.

The extinction of the fire seed signifies complete death, with no hope of resurrection.

A few moments later, under the sweep of the slaughter star wind, accompanied by a mournful bird cry, the Golden Crow Divine Fire extinguished.

The ninth prince of All Clans fell!

"Your Highness!"

From afar, Bai Meng, who was fighting Zuo Ci, saw Emperor Ren Jing fall and roared incredulously, his eyes almost popping out.

Then, without hesitation, he cast a spatial formation, constructing a space passage, and swiftly escaped from there.

Emperor Ren Jing had fallen!

If he stayed to continue fighting, he would also die without escape!

But he didn't want to die.

He was a prodigy of All Clans, with the potential to master the path of formations in the future; how could he die in the barren fifth heaven?

"This..."

Countless Martial Artists of the fifth and sixth heavenly levels of All Clans were stunned, their faces full of horror.

The strength of the Qin Dynasty's Heavenly Court was truly formidable!

Not only the presence of formation masters!

But also leaders who could slay Great Luo Golden Immortal Martial Artists with three swords!

Yes!

Bai Qi slew Emperor Ren Jing with only three swords!

If Emperor Ren Jing hadn't consumed his essence blood at the last moment, perhaps only two swords would have been needed to end the battle!

Heaven and earth were silent.

The will of the heavens, which had been rolling in, retreated the way it came after the battle ended.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Bai Qi glanced around, his killing intent unabated.

This time, he did not make a move, just lightly waved his left hand.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Ten thousand blood-armored soldiers roared, their killing aura filling the land, swooping towards the strong ones of All Clans like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Wherever they went, the starry sky shattered.

All the strong ones of All Clans, in horror and fear, were cut into blood mist by the blood-colored weapons.

Soon.

In the Heavenly Departure Starfield battlefield.

Besides the strong ones of the Human Race, there were no living beings left.

Countless miles of territory became a death zone, with corpses floating, blood trickling, and broken weapons lying everywhere, along with lingering slaughter Qi.

This aura of slaughter would not dissipate immediately.

For a long time to come, this place would become a death land.

...

The seventh heaven.

As Emperor Tian was feeling triumphant, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and after careful sensing, his face changed dramatically.

He felt the aura of Little Nine disappear!

There was only one possibility for this to happen, and that was he had fallen!

Could it be that Emperor Ren Jing had fallen?

How was that possible?

Could it be that the Qin Dynasty's Heavenly Court had a backhand?

No!

The Qin Dynasty's Heavenly Court was just a newly ascended power, with insufficient foundation to be able to kill Little Nine, so the only possibility was that the Human Race had retained a backhand.

"Ancestor of Humanity, I underestimated you!"

After understanding, Emperor Tian squinted his eyes, his face frosty, speaking in a deep voice.

"What?"

The Ancestor of Humanity was bewildered, not understanding what was going on.

"Stop pretending, if it weren't for your backhand, how could Little Nine of mine have fallen?"

Emperor Tian saw the changes in the Ancestor of Humanity's facial expressions quite clearly and sneered coldly.

Hearing this, the Ancestor of Humanity was even more puzzled in his heart.

Do I have a backhand?

Then how come I, the person involved, am not aware?

However.

He understood that the ninth prince of All Clans had fallen, which meant the crisis of the Qin Dynasty's Heavenly Court was resolved!

This was a tremendously good thing!

As for who made the move, he didn't care.

"Dead?"

"Dead is good!"

The Ancestor of Humanity laughed heartily, his whole body comfortable as if he was taking a sauna.

Emperor Tian's gaze turned cold, and a violent momentum erupted, possessing the power of the Zhi Yang principle, the power of the Emperor's principle, the power of the Sword principle...

The Eastern Emperor Bell above his head shone with dazzling golden light, releasing world-destroying power.

The void shattered.

Another great battle seemed about to erupt.

The Human Race's expression became stern and prepared.

At this moment, Emperor Tian took a deep breath, slowly retracted his momentum, gave the Ancestor of Humanity a deep look, and turned to leave.

With the ninth prince fallen, the scheme against the Qin Dynasty's Heavenly Court had completely failed.

Continuing to fight on would only waste energy with no benefit at all.

Above the Milky Way.

Emperor Shang manipulated the 'Ten Thousand Immortal Array', fiercely clashing with the 'Zhoutian Star Dou Array', each collision causing the seventh heaven to shake, leaving countless beings' eardrums aching, in indescribable suffering.

Suddenly, Bai Ze's facial expression stiffened, ceasing his attack.

"Failed?"

"As expected of the 'Purple Mikro Star', protected by the fortune of the Human Race, indeed difficult to deal with!"

Bai Ze shook his head, not blaming Emperor Tian for ineffectiveness.

He had lived for so long, witnessing many beings with fortune upon them, each time in despair, able to find life in desperate situations, hard to kill.

"Retreat!"

Bai Ze ordered, his figure gradually fading.

Many strong ones of All Clans were stunned, glanced at the overwhelmingly imposing Human Race opposite, shrank their necks, and quickly left.

The Human Race's strong ones were full of doubts about this, but did not pursue, as they couldn't tell if All Clans truly retreated in defeat, or if it was a trap.