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Death Grip
Boom!
A loud rumble echoed, and the surrounding space began to collapse in large chunks, while a black figure suddenly shot up from the ground.
“It’s Junior Brother Xing Chen! He’s okay!” Upon seeing Xing Chen appear, Xueqing's pretty face immediately showed a hint of joy. In contrast to Xueqing, both Mo Feiyu and Ouyang Zhenhai had expressions of shock in their eyes, and it was not because they were relieved that Xing Chen was alive.
It was because Xing Chen had actually blocked an attack from the Golden Crow Deity. The power of the Golden Crow Deity's attack was immense; how could someone at the mid-stage of Gaze of Life possibly withstand it?
“Huh? He’s still not dead?” The Golden Crow Deity was slightly taken aback upon seeing the suddenly appearing Xing Chen. He knew all too well the power of his previous strike, which could definitely annihilate any existence below Divine Lord. Yet, Xing Chen had not been killed by him, which left even him in disbelief.
“Do you think you can kill this Lord? You’re far from it!” Hate Emperor sneered.
Xing Chen referring to himself as this Lord also left Xueqing and the others stunned, and the Golden Crow Deity was equally taken aback.
After reaching Gaze into the Five Realms, although one could become a True Lord, very few would refer to themselves as this Lord. This was because there were many Divine Lords present, so they rarely proclaimed themselves as a certain True Lord. Only those True Lords who were exceptionally powerful in the Eastern Region would dare to call themselves this Lord.
However, they did not know that the current Xing Chen was no longer the old Xing Chen. Now, he was under the control of Hate Emperor, so with his strength as Emperor of Thunder Punishment, it was entirely normal for him to refer to himself as this Lord.
“A mere Gaze of Life child; I want to see just how impressive you can be,” the Golden Crow Deity scoffed.
“A Divine Lord only, yet you dare to act so arrogantly before this Lord,” Hate Emperor also sneered, with a hint of self-mockery in his expression. Back then, he could have easily killed someone like the Golden Crow Deity with just a flick of his finger. Who would have thought that now he would be showing off in front of a Divine Lord?
“Junior Brother Xing Chen must have just bumped his head; why is he talking nonsense?” Mo Feiyu looked puzzled and confused. What had happened to Xing Chen? He kept referring to himself as this Lord, as if he were incredibly impressive.
"You've really lost your mind! How can you be like this, Junior Brother Xing Chen?" Xueqing said coldly, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of anger.
"But Junior Brother Xing Chen is in this state right now..." Mo Feiyu started to speak, but upon seeing Xueqing's increasingly dangerous gaze, he wisely chose to stop.
At that moment, the Golden Crow Deity finally became furious. His eyes shot out two beams of divine light, piercing towards Xing Chen, also known as the Hate Emperor.
"Hate Demon Armor!" The Hate Emperor sneered, and a faint black light flickered across his body. Suddenly, the Hate Demon Armor manifested, and a black protective shield slowly formed around him.
Bang!
The two beams of divine light instantly shattered the black shield and struck the Hate Demon Armor, but they couldn't shake it even slightly.
After all, the Hate Emperor had been a rascal for thirty thousand years. His physical body had been destroyed for thirty thousand years, and he had lived in a dark cave without sunlight during that time. The hatred he had accumulated was beyond measure; he just hadn't expressed it before.
Now that he had a physical body and faced someone who seemed to be there just for him to vent his anger on, the Hate Emperor erupted instantly.
The light on his Hate Demon Armor grew darker and deeper, and the two beams of divine light were quickly absorbed into the Hate Emperor's body, transforming into his own power.
"Ah—" Suddenly, the Hate Emperor let out a long howl that shook the Eight Desolations and resonated with the Earth. The emotions he had suppressed for thirty thousand years finally erupted completely at this moment.
"Hate Demon Finger!" The Hate Emperor's eyes flickered with dark light, appearing eerie and enchanting. At the same time, a demonic aura surged from his body, and a massive black Demonic Finger slowly materialized in the air.
"Damn, this Hate Emperor is no joke! Truly powerful; this single finger could probably annihilate any existence below Killing God!" Xing Chen thought in astonishment as he observed the situation outside from his consciousness, gaining a deeper understanding of the Hate Emperor's strength.
The Hate Demon Finger cannot be wielded with such power by oneself; it is simply too formidable.
"Is this really Xing Chen? How can he be so powerful?" Mo Feiyu stammered.
"Yeah, this strength is a bit outrageous!" Ouyang Zhenhai also looked shocked. Although Xing Chen was strong before, he was absolutely incomparable to the current Xing Chen. At this moment, Xing Chen and the previous Xing Chen were completely different in both strength and aura.
"Junior Brother has always been strong; I think it's quite normal! Can you stop being so suspicious?" Xueqing's face turned icy as soon as she heard them doubting Xing Chen.
"Sister, what we mean is that this is just too unusual!" Mo Feiyu and Ouyang Zhenhai said simultaneously.
"What’s unusual? Don’t tell me that the person in front of us isn’t Xing Chen?" Xueqing glanced at the powerful Xing Chen and said.
"This...," Mo Feiyu and the others were left speechless. This person was indeed Xing Chen, but...
At that moment, the finger of the Hate Emperor slowly descended, accompanied by a thunderous roar. The enormous Demonic Finger finally began to fall.
"How is this possible? This is definitely not a power that can be possessed by Gaze of Life. You are certainly not the same person as before; who exactly are you?" The Golden Crow Deity, worthy of being a generation's Divine Lord, had sharp eyes and instantly recognized the difference in Xing Chen from before.
The Hate Emperor coldly smiled without speaking. As a generation's Emperor of Thunder Punishment, he had his own pride and saw no need to answer a question from a Divine Lord.
"Golden Crow Divine Claw!" Seeing that the Hate Emperor did not respond, the Golden Crow Deity could only take action to counter the giant finger descending from above.
He extended his palm, which immediately ignited with golden flames. As he reached out, his hand transformed into a claw resembling that of a Golden Crow, instantly colliding with the massive Demonic Finger.
Boom!
A tremendous roar echoed, and the shockwave surged outward like a tide. The Golden Crow Deity's expression became extremely serious. Although the opponent's single finger did not injure him, the relaxed and carefree demeanor of the other party clearly indicated that it was merely a casual strike, without any effort at all.
However, he had consumed a significant amount of power from that single strike. If his true self were here, it would be fine, but now he was merely a fragment of his soul. He truly had no confidence in dealing with the opponent, the Golden Crow Deity thought to himself with a furrowed brow.
"I'll give you a chance to attack first; otherwise, my next move will be to annihilate you," the Hate Emperor said to the Golden Crow Deity in a calm tone.
"Arrogant!" The Golden Crow Deity's face showed signs of fury. In his view, the opponent was clearly insulting him, thinking he could annihilate him with one move—what a delusion!
Little did he know that the Hate Emperor indeed had the power to kill him with one strike; it was just that the Hate Emperor hadn't possessed a physical body for a long time and wanted to play with him a bit longer. Otherwise, using the Hate Demon Sword to kill him would have been trivial.
"It's over; Junior Brother Xing Chen has really lost his mind. Such a great opportunity, and he doesn't seize it but wants the opponent to attack first," Mo Feiyu felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"I think it's very likely that Junior Brother Xing Chen's previous strike has exhausted all his strength. He is trying to scare the Golden Crow Deity with these words," Ouyang Zhenhai surprisingly had a moment of clarity, but unfortunately, his thoughts were completely incorrect.
"Senior Brother, what should we do now? If we follow your reasoning and the Golden Crow Deity attacks, wouldn't Junior Brother Xing Chen be doomed?" Xueqing's pretty face revealed deep concern.
"Let's wait and see! Perhaps Junior Brother Xing Chen's previous strike has already successfully intimidated the Golden Crow Deity," Mo Feiyu fixed his gaze tightly on Xing Chen and the Golden Crow Deity.
"You will pay for your arrogance." The Golden Crow Deity's face turned ferocious. How could a dignified Divine Lord endure such contempt? At this moment, he could no longer hold back and let out a loud roar as he tore forward with both hands.
"Golden Crow Tear!"
The Golden Crow Deity let out a loud roar, and with a violent tearing motion of both hands, the entire space was instantly ripped apart. At that moment, the Golden Crow Deity's palms transformed once again into the Golden Crow Divine Claw, tearing towards the Hate Emperor.
The claws, engulfed in blazing golden flames, represented the scorching heat of the sun, possessing unparalleled power.
“Rascal, may I borrow your Purple Gold Flame for a moment?” The Hate Emperor did not even glance at the Golden Crow Deity's attack but turned to the Purple Gold Tiger on his shoulder and asked with a smile.
“Wuwuwu…” The Purple Gold Tiger shook its head vigorously, resembling a rattling drum, while its purple-gold eyes revealed a look of fear as it stared at the Hate Emperor.
“Let me borrow your Purple Gold Flame!” The Hate Emperor disregarded Rascal's objections entirely. He reached behind him, and instantly, the Purple Gold Tiger's mouth uncontrollably opened wide, with the Purple Gold Flame surging forth and being grasped in the Hate Emperor's hand.
“Damn it, this Hate Emperor is really impressive! He can forcibly extract the divine flame from the Purple Gold Tiger.” Xing Chen in the sea of consciousness grinned.
“Purple Gold: God-Slaying Demon Claw!”
Having extracted the Purple Gold Flame, the Hate Emperor paid no attention to Rascal's aggrieved expression and thrust his palm forward. Suddenly, a pitch-black demonic claw materialized in mid-air. The immense power caused the entire Lianyao Tower to tremble, even making the Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm beast that had been lying at the entrance to the fourth floor raise its head to observe the Hate Emperor's powerful attack.
At that moment, the God-Slaying Demon Claw engulfed in Purple Gold Flame finally collided with the formidable attack of the Golden Crow Deity, unleashing a devastating storm of power.
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