The Most Generous Master Ever Chapter 1119 -: Blood Dyeing the Heavens! Overturning the Demon Clan (4)

Even the Immortal Palace entered the fray. Under this catastrophic event, the heavens were drenched in blood. From the desolate, forbidden plateau in the outer realm—an area once dubbed the Immortal Emperor’s tomb because no mortal dared tread there—a haunting crimson light emerged.

As the darkness descended, the oppressive fog parted, revealing a cold, looming silhouette.

A thousand years ebbed away. Having duelled the Corpse Ancestor for two millennia, Lin Qingzhu’s aura suddenly surged. With a breathtaking sword strike, she carved into the enemy’s form. Blood sprayed across the battlefield, and the Corpse Ancestor’s arm was severed by her blade.

Consumed by fury, the Corpse Ancestor unleashed a desperate, pathetic howl. His body bloated into a titanic sphere of flesh. A crushing force of order descended with intent to pin Lin Qingzhu down, but Ye Qiu had long ago revealed this monster’s weakness to her during his prior confrontation.

As the enemy fully exposed his true form, Lin Qingzhu’s gaze iced over. A piercing avian cry echoed through the air as a Vermilion Bird, wreathed in heaven-devouring flames, manifested behind her.

“Vermilion Bird Treasure Technique!”

The demons gasped in terror. Imbuing the Vermilion Bird’s might into her blade, Lin Qingzhu relentlessly assaulted the Corpse Ancestor. A violent suction spiraled outward as her Heaven Swallowing Qi activated, greedily draining the vitality from the monster’s bloated form.

“No!” The Corpse Ancestor shrieked in desperation. The reserves he had painstakingly gathered were being siphoned away. His roar was futile; Lin Qingzhu’s blade descended once more, merciless and swift.

With his head severed, she ignited the Vermilion Bird’s incinerating flames, reducing his very soul to ash and permanently slaying this fiendcelestial.

The moment the Corpse Ancestor perished, a weight lifted from Lin Qingzhu’s heart. Her past nightmares evaporated. Her Cultivation had reached the zenith of the Immortal King realm, leaving her just a heartbeat away from the threshold of a quasi-emperor.

This overwhelming surge of energy belonged to the Corpse Ancestor; every drop of power he had amassed over an eternity was now hers.

“By the heavens! She actually finished him?”

A tremor of shock rippled through the myriad demons. The tide of this grueling battle had turned in an instant. Lin Qingzhu’s patience in harboring her ultimate technique for two thousand years had finally claimed the Corpse Ancestor’s life.

Bai Yunfei felt a momentary thrill, but his expression soon tightened with dread. “Everyone, prepare yourselves. He is… almost here.”

The atmosphere turned deathly silent at his words. The vast dark army retreated, waiting in eerie stillness for the arrival of their god.

Lin Qingzhu’s brow furrowed. As the Corpse Ancestor died, a crushing pressure descended from the outer realm, pinning her chest until breathing became a struggle. “Is that him?”

Gripped by panic, she retreated back into the array formation. It had finally dawned on her. The true calamity had arrived.

A disembodied head hurtled from the heavens, thudding into the ancestral grounds of the demons. As they gathered to witness the horror, their faces turned ashen.

“Wang Xianzhi!”

Bai Yunfei was stunned. He never imagined that Wang Xianzhi, master of the ancient Immortal Palace and a rising Immortal Emperor of legend, would be the first to fall in this chaos.

“This is impossible! Even if he couldn't match Tian, he shouldn't have fallen so easily!”

The Demon Lords were in disbelief. There was clearly a deeper scheme at play.

The moment the Immortal Emperor’s head collided with the array, the Dragon Trapping Array flickered and shuddered, crippled by the lingering power of the Emperor. Bai Yunfei realized the truth: Tian had targeted the Immortal Palace first. He had used Wang Xianzhi’s head to shatter the Dragon Trapping Array before marching on the demon lands. With Wang Xianzhi dead, who could hope to stop this monster?

To his knowledge, Immortal Emperor Linglong of the Moon God Hall was occupied at the highland, searching for the secrets of longevity. Master Crocodile had perished ten thousand years prior, and the remaining Emperors were deep in secluded contemplation.

Realization dawned on Bai Yunfei, his face turning frigid. He was the only one left who could potentially contest Tian, using the very power he had seized from the trapped dragon.

Yet, he knew his limits. He could at best stall Tian, as his opponent had reached the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm and absorbed the power of a fallen peer. None in this world could contest him.

In the blood-red firmament, a dark figure materialized, casting a shadow like an ancient fiendcelestial across the sky.

He had arrived.

A jagged, corrosive scar decorated his chest, shimmering like a blighted black Dao Flower. Bare-chested and pale, his cold, muscular form radiated a suffocating dominance. He looked down upon all living things, his freezing gaze locking onto Bai Yunfei. “Bai Yunfei!”

“Tian!” Bai Yunfei stepped forward, his eyes devoid of fear. He did not retreat a single inch.