Now, the Earthly Ghost Emperor has departed...
In many people’s hearts, an involuntary sense of desolate loss arose.
Quite a few experts even felt their hearts lurch.
Could it be...
The Ghost Emperor is finally unable to hold on, is he truly going to burn out and fall?!
"Martial Immortal, my lord..."
"My Mortal Martial Immortal has finally reached his end!"
"I am unwilling—"
"My heart is choking with grief; I only hate that my strength is lacking, otherwise I would definitely charge into the Inner City, battle those strong ones of Strange Que until heaven and earth flipped upside down, to vent the grievances of my Mortal Martial Immortal!"
...
Qitian Outer City.
One expert after another revealed their figures, grief surging in their eyes.
Fang Hanshu also appeared, Confucian robe fluttering, fine beard flying.
Li Che, in the guise of the Ghost Emperor, looked toward Fang Hanshu; the two of them exchanged a nod, not saying an extra word.
After that, Li Che took one step after another, continuing forward, leaving Qitian Outer City.
Once outside the city, his pace grew faster and faster, as if shrinking the ground into inches.
Within Qi Tian City, many Martial Artists had tears in their eyes. They chased out of the city, following in the Ghost Emperor’s footsteps, yet the Ghost Emperor’s speed was too fast. In the end, these Martial Artists could only stand desolately upon the earth, watching the Ghost Emperor vanish between heaven and earth.
No one knew where the Ghost Emperor had gone.
They only knew that Qi Tian City had been left with the legend of the Mortal Martial Immortal.
A legend.
This is a legend of the human world.
In Qi Tian City, with the assistance of the Qitian Temple God, bearing the pressure and intimidation from experts of the All Gods Camp, he forcefully crossed the most terrifying Tribulation between heaven and earth, wildly seizing five thousand years of the human world’s Martial Fortune to charge into the Martial Immortal Realm.
Burning himself to suppress the powerful enemies suppressed by Strange Que’s gods in Qitian Inner City.
Now...
The Mortal Martial Immortal turned and left.
Leaving behind a legend.
Qitian Inner City.
Mysterious Fog was hazy, like intersecting ribbons of smoke flowing about.
Jialou Supre and Supre Xuanzhen floated in midair, their powerful auras unrestrainedly released, covering a radius of a thousand zhang around them, sensing any slightest abnormal change within, preventing any danger beyond their expectations from erupting.
The fate of Sky Wolf Supre’s death had given them an imnse shock, making them understand that in Qitian Inner City, even a Supre... could face the risk of death.
To this day, the two of them still had not figured out how exactly Sky Wolf Supre had died.
Qitian Inner City...
There is sothing dirty!
But that dirty thing... where did it co from?!
"Has he really left?"
"It seems his Qi-Blood really is about to burn out. He’s going to die, to seek a burial ground to inter his own body?"
Supre Xuanzhen asked in a low voice.
Jialou Supre’s eyes were deep, Buddha Light circulating within, incomparably profound.
"Most likely so. However, it seems soone in Qitian Outer City has condensed a Tao Divine Pattern and broken through to Supre. Even if the Martial Immortal has left, the Outer City is still extrely dangerous..."
"Qitian Outer City cannot allow a Supre to exist. How could there be a newly advanced Supre?"
"Send soone to test it."
The two Supres spoke indifferently to one another.
Afterward, a One Disaster God Tribulation Great Cultivator was arranged to leave Qitian Inner City.
This was their probe—testing whether the Ghost Emperor had left any backhand, and also probing to see just who that mysterious newly-broken-through Supre in the Outer City was.
However—
That One Disaster God Tribulation Great Cultivator, trembling with fear, walked out of Qitian Inner City.
Just as he lifted his head in rising spirit, an incomparably terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped him.
Puchi!
A razor-sharp Sword Qi rampaged over, slicing his Blood and Flesh to pieces in an explosion!
That was the Immortal Seed Martial Arts [Six Desires Void Sword Technique] left behind by Li Che.
After fusing it with the Tao Tribulation Power of Primordial Qiankun Battle, the Sword Array of slaughter it set up.
Any Cultivator below Second Disaster Venerable, as long as they walked out of Qitian Inner City, would be forcefully shredded by this Sword Array.
And if a Second Disaster Venerable dared to step out...
This Supre, Fang Hanshu, would imdiately strike and kill the other party.
Supre Xuanzhen and Jialou Supre, seeing that God Tribulation being twisted by Sword Qi into a mist of blood, instantly understood the Ghost Emperor’s intentions and calculations.
"That damned bastard..."
Supre Xuanzhen cursed in a low, heavy voice.
Their auras withdrew, and they no longer attempted to send experts to rush out of Qitian Inner City.
Because, it was aningless.
...
...
Li Che did not let the Earthly Ghost Emperor continue to sit in town within Qitian Inner City.
Because his next plan required the Earthly Ghost Emperor to change locations to kill enemies, and through wanton slaughter, accumulate the ripeness of the Dao Fruit.
Ancestor Dragon Island was fishing.
And the Earthly Ghost Emperor was the big fish they had hooked!
Buzz—
Li Che transford into the Ghost Emperor, walking on foot, crossing hundreds of li to vanish amid the mountains and rivers.
In the next instant, he grasped the Thunder Chess Piece and returned to Golden Light Peak.
Into the Painting Immortal Avatar that was chatting and laughing with Nan Lihuo.
Gurgle, gurgle...
The hot stove was boiling water, erald-green tea leaves tumbling up and down within.
The instant Li Che returned, the incomparably powerful Martial Immortal Will of the Earthly Ghost Emperor in him had yet to be reined in, and it swept and expanded like a storm, making the Divine Palace atop the whole Golden Light Peak tremble, nearly about to collapse.
Nan Lihuo had been about to pour tea for Li Che when he suddenly felt his whole body as if frozen into an ice sculpture.
His pupils contracted sharply as he looked at Li Che in appalled terror. What level of pressure was this?!
Just a single wisp leaking out was nearly enough to suffocate him!
Li Che... what level had he reached now?!
The forr porter at the wood carving shop in Fei Lei City, now... just how high had he climbed?!
However, this aura only flared for a mont before completely vanishing without a trace.
Nan Lihuo’s body and mind relaxed, yet he understood very well that what he had felt just now was no illusion.
With a gentle smile on his face, Li Che accompanied Nan Lihuo for a few more cups of tea, then rose to his feet.
Nan Lihuo was still imrsed in that terrifying aura from just now, as if he had faced a true Immortal. That feeling of even his soul trembling left him horrified.
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