The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1335: Over?

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It is you! It cannot be anyone else, or they would have finished it by now! The Heavenly Sovereign roared, thrusting a crooked, blood-stained finger toward the visibly aged and weakened Elder Song.

Of course it is me. Is my current state not proof enough that I did it? Elder Song countered with a sneer.

H-how is this possible? Did Zhuo Fan impart my art to you? No, that is impossible; even if he did, you could never master it to my level when even he failed to do so. The Heavenly Sovereign gazed on with disbelief and suspicion, even as his Heavenly Eyes flickered, their energy exhausted, finally canceling each other out.

Good luck solving that riddle. You will get no answers from me. I am not foolish enough to expose my trump cards just for a moment of glory, only to be dragged into another wretched eye. The trauma of that prismatic event was more than enough to paint a target on my back, Elder Song wheezed, entirely unfazed by the act of defying the strongest entity in existence.

You must simply live in fear, knowing you can expect anything from me. Keep one eye on me and another on Zhuo Fan. Tell me, can you even manage that? Look at your condition; you cannot even maintain your own form like you once did. Perhaps the next strike will be your end, he continued, further infuriating the Heavenly Sovereign.

Elder Song, what are you doing? You are merely making things worse for both yourself and us, Murong Xue whispered urgently, trembling at the memory of the nightmare she had endured. She dreaded to imagine anything worse than that torment, especially after coming so close to death already.

Next time, there might be no one left to save her. Even Elder Song had barely escaped with his life when the others tried to pull him from the influence of the Heavenly Eyes to no avail. While they had succeeded in wounding the Heavenly Sovereign, the man showed no sign of crumbling as Elder Song suggested. In truth, his hateful, burning glares indicated he was more than prepared to drag them all to hell.

While the Heavenly Sovereign fumed in his rage, Zhuo Fan held a secret exchange with Elder Song. Can you continue? We require your strength if we are to survive. You surely sensed the state of our battle before you intervened; things were dire. Perhaps with you, we can tilt the scales and end this, allowing us to focus on our other concerns.

Elder Song replied, I can still fight, though not at full capacity if I wish to remain among the living. I only pray it proves sufficient.

So, Heavenly Sovereign, what will it be? Are you craving more punishment, or have you finally had your fill? Zhuo Fan challenged the enraged man who, for reasons known only to himself, seemed desperate to erase them from existence.

The shout jolted the Heavenly Sovereign from his outburst. He locked his gaze onto Zhuo Fan, his expression twisting into a faint smile. I thank you for that, little brother. I nearly forgot my purpose, allowing an unpredictable variable to distract me. My thoughts are clear now, and my resolve is absolute. All of you shall perish here, and you—he pointed accusingly at Elder Song—will suffer the most.

While he refocused on purging the world, he could not brush aside his grudge against Elder Song for mimicking his technique so casually. It defied logic; mastering such an art typically required centuries of cultivation. Why had he only displayed that singular final move, rather than the entire set?

Excellent! Here we go! Zhuo Fan declared with a grin, signaling the sacred beasts to unleash another barrage of black thunderflames.

Simultaneously, he coordinated with the other Sovereigns, now reinforced by Elder Song, to finish the wretch once and for all.

Give it everything you have, Elder Song. Now is the moment! Zhuo Fan shouted.

The Heavenly Sovereign was so preoccupied with Elder Song that he nearly missed the sacred beasts' movements, but at the final second, he Shifted away, grateful his instincts had yet to abandon him.

Yet, he found himself displaced directly into the path of an even more devastating attack launched by Zhuo Fan’s group. Thanks to Elder Song’s contribution, these fused techniques were no longer just a nuisance; they were lethal.

He bellowed, exhausting every trick from Void Walls to Void Annihilation to shatter the incoming assault, but his efforts were in vain. The strike pressed on, forcing him to brace for the inevitable.

A thunderous explosion rocked the entire Sacred Domain, causing even the sea of blackness to recoil momentarily. It was as if the very foundations of reality were splintering. If such destruction continued, nothing would remain, and they would be the architects of their own ruin.

Is it finished? Murong Xue asked, her voice quivering as she struggled to believe their greatest foe had been vanquished by an attack that had proven useless so many times before.

It appeared that Elder Song’s presence was the catalyst they needed to turn the tide and silence the nightmare for good.