Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 382 - 383 Chapter 388 13 Peacock Kings

383: Chapter 388: 13 Peacock Kings 383: Chapter 388: 13 Peacock Kings “This is outrageous bullying!” Jiang Yun shouted, his voice thundering through the divine city and reaching everyone’s ears.

He had no choice but to be enraged.

Numerous powerful figures were converging to kill the old divine king, resolute in preventing Jiang Taixu’s resurrection, aiming for his utter annihilation.

“If time were to rewind four thousand years, who would dare to clash with our clan’s Divine King?

Now they bully him in his old age, frail and dying—what kind of so-called top experts are they?” Jiang Yun’s voice was cold, killing intent surging forth like a tidal wave.

“Time ages all.

The Divine King should have passed on.

Why must you persist?

You cannot protect him; he has no chance of resurrection!” a deep voice declared from afar.

BOOM!

In the shadows, an unknown Great Emperor’s Holy Weapon reawakened.

Like an ancient Fierce Beast opening its great maw to devour heaven and earth, it instantly drained all the enormous Qi within the divine city, directly countering the Hengyu Divine Furnace!

Its terrifying fluctuations were like a vast ocean surging, like an ancient king emerging from slumber, or a deity gazing down upon all mortals.

Simultaneously, a Phoenix Cry shook the heavens, clear and far-reaching, resonating in every person’s heart.

Unsurpassed divine might erupted, causing the entire divine city to tremble.

A Divine Phoenix spread its wings, colossal and unparalleled.

It blotted out the night sky, blanketing the Ancient City and suppressing the unknown sacred weapon below.

The aura of an ancient Great Emperor permeated the air.

On this night, everyone wished they could flee immediately; the divine city was suffocating!

Around the Dragon Transformation Pool, it seemed as if numerous eternal Divine Furnaces blazed, streams of Blood Qi resembling Great Dragons piercing through heaven and earth, practically boiling.

Top experts pressed in from all directions, their vital blood and essence surging like tsunamis, like a chain of volcanoes erupting in unison, their combined might roiling the very heavens.

The heavens shook, the earth quaked, and hearts trembled.

The divine city was saturated with a murderous atmosphere.

Endless fear and oppression suffocated everyone; many cultivators collapsed to the ground, unable to bear it.

“Unleash the Extreme Divine Power!” Jiang Yun roared, his decision made with cold, ruthless decisiveness.

His voice seemed to emanate from the Nine Netherworld Hell, icy and merciless, audible to every cultivator in the divine city.

A chill ran down everyone’s spine, and cold sweat drenched their bodies.

The mere reawakening of a Great Emperor’s Holy Weapon was already this terrifying—who could possibly withstand its power if it were truly unleashed?

No one could remain calm; all screamed in terror.

They knew that if the Taiyang Saint Furnace were unleashed, the divine city would undoubtedly cease to exist, and no one would survive.

“Are you…

really going to unleash it?” Even some of the Jiang Family Elders’ voices trembled.

“Unleash it for me!” Jiang Yun’s voice was glacial.

Beside him, Ye Fan’s heart was in turmoil.

He hadn’t expected things to escalate to this point.

What would he do in this situation?

He would likely choose to unleash it as well; there was no other choice.

BUZZ!

The Taiyang God Furnace blazed with immense light, turning night into day.

The Phoenix Blood within it shone like the sun, its dazzling, colorful mist creating a scene of almost tragic beauty as a blood-stained Phoenix soared.

This part of heaven and earth was on the verge of shattering.

The Hengyu Holy Furnace was nearly fully reawakened, its terrifying fluctuations instantly surging outward.

The sky shivered, and the earth trembled.

The Great Emperor’s Holy Weapon, silent for many years, was about to unleash a destructive blow to obliterate all living beings on this land, like an ancient god descending upon the world!

But just at this critical moment, the void suddenly stagnated, as if an endless quagmire had appeared, trapping the Holy Furnace.

“We can’t unleash the Holy Furnace!” several Jiang Family Elders cried out in alarm; they were the ones controlling the Extreme Dao Weapon.

“What happened?” Jiang Yun could no longer remain calm.

Numerous Saint Master Level figures were invading, also wielding divine artifacts of Great Emperors.

The Taiyang Saint Furnace was their only trump card.

“Remnants of a Great Emperor’s array patterns are inscribed in this area, linking the Hengyu Furnace with that sacred weapon.

They are mutually suppressing each other, making activation impossible!” The Jiang Family Elders were extremely anxious.

Jiang Yun’s expression changed.

The opponents had come prepared, having devised such a strategy.

The Great Emperor’s Holy Weapons were locked against each other and would be impossible to separate quickly—this was a disaster for them!

“Kill the Divine King!” “Take Jiang Taixu’s head!” “Send the dying Divine King on his way!” …

Voice after voice, cold and merciless, echoed from all directions around the Dragon Transformation Pool.

They all belonged to Saint Master Level figures, each a top expert, beings who dominated their respective regions.

Their voices were not loud, yet they resounded throughout the divine city, heard by all.

Indifferent and cruel, their deep words struck people’s hearts like Divine Hammers.

“The Jiang Family can’t hold out!

The Divine King is at the end of his road; death is ultimately inevitable!” “The opponents came wielding weapons of an ancient Great Emperor, no less powerful than those of the Jiang Family.

With two Great Emperor’s Holy Weapons locked in mutual suppression, the Jiang Family has no way to turn the tide.” “No matter how strong the Jiang Family is, they can’t withstand an alliance of so many top experts.

Their numbers of Saint Master Level figures are simply incomparable!” …

Within the divine city, some older cultivators were horrified, whispering amongst themselves.

With such a massive battle unfolding, the Jiang Family would likely suffer devastating losses, perhaps even have their Extreme Dao Holy Weapon stolen.

BOOM!

Above the Underground Palace, one of the many Saint Master Level figures attacked, shattering the earth with a single palm strike.

Rocks flew through the air, and entire sections of the palace turned to dust.

BANG!

Another person struck, slamming their palm downwards.

The earth caved in, great fissures spread out one after another, and a massive Heavenly Pit appeared, revealing the Underground Palace before them.

These figures were all cold and emotionless, their identities unknown to one another.

Each was shrouded in dense fog, making them impossible to discern; no one revealed their True Body.

The powerful killing intent caused the Underground Palace to crack and crumble.

They filed in without a word, their killing intent surging silently, making the subterranean area as cold as an ice cellar.

Such a gathering of terrifying figures was exceedingly rare, all present merely to kill a dying old man, each one exuding a chilling, murderous aura.

“My clan’s Divine King’s life, the Nine Secrets Fighting Character Technique, the secrets of Purple Mountain’s Beginningless Great Emperor…

which of these are you truly after, to mobilize such forces against us?” Jiang Yun calmly faced these figures.

“All of them!” replied a tall, elderly figure shrouded in black fog, his voice hoarse and filled with infinite killing intent.

“To obtain all that, you’ll need our Jiang Family’s Divine King to be resurrected to find out.

You’re too impatient,” Jiang Yun said, his gaze sweeping over them.

“No need for resurrection!” “Soul Search will suffice!” Two others spoke, their words brief and forceful, unwilling to waste a single syllable.

“If that’s the case, then you’ll have to step over my dead body first!” Two beams of Divine Light shot from Jiang Yun’s eyes.

He stood his ground in the center, a Battle Halberd appearing in his hand, and an ancient pagoda materialized above his head.

“If you seek death, we will grant your wish.” Two figures slowly advanced, and the Underground Palace trembled as if on the verge of collapse.

Above Jiang Yun’s head, the ancient pagoda hovered.

His battle intent soared to the heavens as he stood alone in the Underground Palace, the black Battle Halberd glinting with an icy sheen, pointed forward, barring everyone’s path.

BUZZ!

The two Saint Master Level figures who had stepped forward suddenly retreated with great difficulty.

Each step they took backward caused a tremor akin to an earthquake, as if they had exhausted all their strength, nearly trembling.

“Great Emperor Array!” they exclaimed in unison.

Simultaneously, Jiang Yun attacked.

The Battle Halberd in his hand slashed out a streak of dark light, tearing through the void and aiming for the chests and abdomens of the two, intending to cut them down.

SNAP!

The two paled, their hands vibrating in unison to resist the black Iron Spear.

However, their footwork remained orderly as they continued their rhythmic retreat.

Their large hands—one as crystalline as jade, the other as crimson as blood—interwove with Law Power, punching through the void to block the Battle Halberd.

BOOM!

Jiang Yun moved like lightning, wielding the black Battle Halberd as he charged forward to pierce them.

At the same time, the ancient pagoda above his head rapidly enlarged, pressing down towards them.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

The Underground Palace shook violently.

The confrontation between the three was dizzyingly fast, and the void was torn apart.

The two sovereigns struggled to withdraw from the area of the array patterns, one of them with blood streaming from their shoulder.

“The array patterns of an ancient Great Emperor!” Only when they had retreated to a sufficiently safe distance did they exclaim in unison, lingering fear evident in their voices.

“The Jiang Family once had the Hengyu Great Emperor; they definitely left behind array patterns.

But such heaven-defying patterns, they couldn’t possibly restore them fully,” someone nearby remarked coldly.

“This array pattern is less than one-tenth complete.

It’s so severely damaged it can only delay us for a moment!” another person added.

Figure after figure advanced, until a total of thirteen stood at the forefront.

They joined forces, intending to break the incomplete Great Emperor glyphs, unwilling to grant the Jiang Family any more time.

This was an incomparably terrifying force.

So many Saint Master Level figures joining hands was enough to sweep through the world.

If ancient sages did not appear, who could possibly stop them?

CRACK!

They attacked in unison, causing the earth to collapse, aiming to destroy the Innate Dao Patterns and annihilate everything here.

However, the dim imprints did not vanish.

Branded into the void, they kept the attackers at bay, preventing them from truly breaking through.

The ancient Great Emperors were indeed terrifying!

Just a fragment of his array patterns can stop so many frightening figures.

Ye Fan marveled inwardly.

At the same time, he felt things were dire.

He thought he had devised a brilliant plan, hiding here where people from the divine city could not find him.

He never expected to escape the Dragon Pond only to enter the tiger’s den.

The Dragon Transformation Pool was more dangerous than other places in the divine city!

Numerous super terrifying figures had gathered, seeking to slay the divine king, and he was involuntarily drawn in.

SNAP!

The thirteen powerful figures attacked together, repeatedly striking with heaven-shaking divine energy to wear down the Dao Glyph imprints in the void.

Finally, their efforts gradually began to show some effect.

“This is merely an incomplete array pattern.

If you could lay out even one-tenth of the full Array Map, we wouldn’t be able to break in!” one of them declared, his voice like clashing metal, resonant and powerful.

The area before the Dragon Transformation Pool was crowded with people.

The powerhouses of the Jiang Family had gathered there, all frowning.

The Hengyu Divine Furnace was still unusable, deadlocked with another Great Emperor’s Holy Weapon.

In the milky-white pool water, six of the nine little dragons—the True Dragon Divine Medicine’s coughed-up essence blood—had been refined and merged into Jiang Taixu’s body.

His skin no longer appeared so withered and began to show faint traces of vitality.

However, there was still no sign of him awakening or being resurrected.

He lay silent in the pool water, and a sense of foreboding rose in everyone’s hearts.

Could it be that even after refining nine little dragons, the Divine King still couldn’t be revived?

“We cannot let them break the array patterns!

Otherwise, if these people rush in, all our efforts will be for nothing!” A dozen or so Jiang Family Elders stepped forward, each one with surging blood and Qi, their bodies brimming with potent essence.

They strode to the edge of the array patterns to resist the powerful enemies.

BOOM!

Even though separated by the array patterns, it was difficult to withstand the tsunami-like divine energy.

Both sides clashed fiercely, but the disparity in strength was immense.

PUFF!

PUFF!

Almost as soon as the fight began, four Elders were pulverized into a bloody mist, leaving nothing behind.

It was not that age equated to strength.

These men were Grand Elders of the Jiang Family and had lived for countless years, but they were no match for Saint Master Level figures.

“Come back!” Jiang Yun shouted.

He didn’t want his clansmen to die in vain; they couldn’t stop these people or delay them for even a moment.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a final, combined attack landed.

The thirteen sovereigns completely obliterated the glyphs imprinted in the void.

The incomplete Great Emperor Dao Pattern vanished entirely.

“Jiang Taixu, I’ve come to claim your head!” “Divine King Jiang, you dominated an era long enough!

There’s no need for you to live again!” “Throughout history, how many have had the chance to slay a peerless divine king?

Today, I am fortunate enough to stain my hands with divine blood—this is a great joy in life!” Thirteen Saint Master Level figures strode forward, and even the heavens trembled at their advance.

Their words echoed throughout the divine city.

Everyone’s complexion changed; the assassination of the Divine King was poised for success!

Thirteen terrifyingly powerful figures advanced, shaking the very foundations of the divine city.

With them acting in concert, who in the present age could possibly contend against them?

Even if ancient sages were to reappear, most would likely frown at such a force!

Boundless murderous intent surged.

The thirteen super-powerful figures advanced with cold sneers, the destruction of the Divine King imminent.

SWISH!

Suddenly, two cold beams of light shot out from the Dragon Transformation Pool, like Taichu Divine Light tearing through the void.

They made people involuntarily tremble, instilling an urge to kneel in worship.

“Jiang Taixu…

is alive!” The complexions of all thirteen Saint Master Level figures changed drastically.

They were all shocked into retreat!

This was the might of a peerless divine king!

Even after four thousand years, upon his revival, his presence was still so awe-inspiring that it made numerous Saint Master Level figures, even when standing together, retreat in fear.