I Became Invincible After Sweeping The Floor For 70 Years Chapter 877 -: Fish on a Chopping Board

The brush made its slow descent, crossing out Qin Chen’s name.

Even Qin Chen himself had not anticipated they possessed such peculiar methods. “You are fated to perish here. I have already glimpsed your impending doom.”

The colossal Blood Spirit God closed its eyes, appearing to truly perceive something. However, in the very next instant, its visage contorted in anguish.

Before Qin Chen’s name could be fully erased, the decree spontaneously disintegrated. Even the immense phantom of the Blood Spirit God lost its cohesion and dissolved into nothingness.

For a fleeting moment, Qin Chen harbored the genuine belief that his end was nigh. Dozens of figures plummeted from the dissipating phantom. The assembled chaotic demon kings watched in utter disbelief, understanding that this unprecedented event stemmed from the Blood Spirit God’s deliberate cessation of the summoning ritual.

Such an occurrence was entirely unheard of!

Of course, having just witnessed it firsthand, they now acknowledged its possibility.

“That was the Blood Spirit God!”

As a supreme entity ranking just below the great emperors, its power vastly surpassed that of mere quasi-emperors. For these demon kings, even manifesting a mere avatar of the Blood Spirit God had demanded an immense sacrifice. The instant it vanished, they were already subjected to a potent backlash.

Their soul fires had significantly diminished, and the forms of some demon kings flickered, becoming indistinct. They had intended to annihilate Qin Chen, yet in the end, he remained standing while they found themselves grievously wounded.

A palpable awkwardness settled over the scene. Could it be that their combined might was insufficient to contend with a single human cultivator?

If news of this were to leak, they would likely be forever shamed, unable to hold their heads high again. This was a humiliation that could never be expunged.

“Why did the Blood Spirit God vanish?”

“That must signify that it proactively terminated the summoning contract.”

“Impossible! What could possibly instill fear within the Blood Spirit God?”

The very notion arising in the minds of the chaotic demon kings served as an indicator that this was indeed a plausible explanation. They had inscribed Qin Chen’s name onto the decree; it was his true appellation.

Yet, despite their utmost efforts to intervene, they found themselves powerless to guide the hand that would strike through Qin Chen’s name. Simultaneously, at a location thousands of miles distant, crimson ichor streamed from the eyes of a gargantuan figure.

This colossal being bore formidable black chains draped across its back and unveiled a smile more grotesque than any tearful grimace. “I believe I have witnessed something truly extraordinary.”

As for the exact nature of what it perceived, the chaotic demon kings, acting as mere conduits, naturally remained unaware. Their sole responsibility was the provision of soul power.

“Could it be that the path to my Great Emperor ascension lies with this youth?”

When the immense figure attempted to stir, it discovered itself utterly immobile. The chains functioned as binding restraints, akin to an inescapable prison. It was forever tethered to this location.

“This brat harbors a secret!” exclaimed a demon king with sharp features and ape-like cheeks. “My guess is he possesses some potent treasure.”

Upon hearing this declaration, a chorus of sneers arose from many demon kings. So what if he possessed a secret? So what if he guarded treasures?

Presently, they were on the verge of becoming sustenance, akin to fish awaiting the cleaver. At the mercy of another’s capricious will, some demon kings could not suppress their despair. They harbored a grim premonition that their final moments were imminent.

Should Qin Chen decide to act, some among them might very well perish. Of course, they still possessed means to drag their adversary down with them; it was not as if they were entirely devoid of ways to threaten Qin Chen.

“I am quite intrigued to discover if you can summon that terrifying Demon God once more.” On Qin Chen’s fingertip, a ball of flame began to smolder, casting an illumination upon his face.