Two Realms: I Will Become the Immortal Emperor

Chapter 311: Chapter 283: The Array Rises, The Array is Broken, Death

"Time to die!"

Ye Jiuming’s tone was grim. The Great Banner in his hand didn’t stop; instead, he thrust it forward.

It was like a standard rallying ten thousand troops!

The already-swift Soul Dragon’s speed suddenly multiplied. Its massive body, large enough to span the entire Marsh Forest, shot across the mire, carving a terrifying trench in the ground. The mark it left looked like a Dragon Scale Dao, and it did not fade.

The dragon’s charge was so shockingly fast that the faces of everyone present changed.

"This is bad!"

Meng Changtu cried out in alarm, swiftly brandishing his Black Blade. Wreathed in an arc of lightning, it slashed directly at the Soul Dragon.

Seeing this, the others also scrambled to attack.

CLANG!

CLANG!

Their attacks slammed into the Soul Dragon, producing the harsh screech of clashing metal. But amidst the flying sparks, they failed to slow it in the slightest.

"I’ll kill you first!"

Ye Jiuming’s eyes were venomous.

He was a dignified Fake Pill Cultivator, yet he had been set up by a mere brat.

Anyone else would have long since perished, their Dao extinguished. An injury like this would take years to heal. He could no longer be bothered with anything else. The only thought in his mind was to kill this junior Foundation Establishment Cultivator and absorb his Divine Soul into the Soul-Calling Banner!

ROAR!

The Soul Dragon lunged forward, its massive maw—large enough to swallow a building—opened to its widest. Its guillotine-like fangs were already closing in on Chen Che.

At that very moment, Chen Che raised his sword to block without hesitation. His action was like a praying mantis raising its arms before a landslide.

"Hmph!"

Seeing this, Ye Jiuming couldn’t help but sneer.

It was as if he could already see his opponent being crushed to pieces by those sharp teeth. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, but in the next instant, Ye Jiuming’s eyes shot wide open, a bone-chilling cold seizing his heart.

VSHING!

The sword sang softly.

Countless ethereal fireflies suddenly converged, transforming into a single point of starlight.

’With my Starfire, I can set a thousand leagues ablaze!’

This point of starlight was unstoppable. In an instant, it illuminated the surroundings, as if a star had fallen to the Mortal World.

"This..."

HISSS!

The point of starlight shot straight through the dragon’s head and exited from its tail with the force of splitting bamboo. Everywhere it passed, the Soul Dragon’s body exploded inch by inch. In the blink of an eye, the starlight was right in front of him.

PFFT—

The True Essence Shield, strong enough to block the attacks of several Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivators, was pierced in an instant.

Ye Jiuming felt as if he had been run through, and a sharp pain erupted in his chest.

The blow sent him flying backward on the spot. With a CRASH, he plunged into the mire, blood gushing from him like a burst waterskin.

BOOM!

Xiao Chan, Meng Qianxun, and Chen Yin’s gazes sharpened. Without the slightest hesitation, they attacked at the same time.

Several attacks formed instantly, blasting toward him from different angles.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

Ye Jiuming desperately swung his Soul-Calling Banner to block their assault. Amidst several dull thuds, he was forced back again and again. With every step he took, blood poured from his body like a spring, spattering on the ground.

"He’s running on fumes!"

Seeing this, they couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy.

But they had no intention of stopping. On the contrary, their attacks grew even fiercer.

After all, he was a True Master Fake Pill. Any delay could lead to unexpected complications!

"...Haha, good!"

However, Ye Jiuming let out a wild laugh, his eyes growing even more savage.

He had a premonition that he wouldn’t make it out of this alive, and the resolve to fight to the death surged within him. Facing the overwhelming barrage of attacks, he slapped his own chest hard. A murky gray Pill shot out from his throat, spinning as it hovered in the air, emanating a terrifying energy.

At the same time, countless streams of murky light flowed out from the Fake Pill, slithering like liquid spirit snakes toward the Soul-Calling Banner and pouring into it.

The Great Banner trembled, and a bizarre Spiritual Light radiated from it.

"The Fake Pill?"

"Not good, stop him!"

Chen Yin’s expression changed. With a dance of his hands, a sky full of ghostly mist rapidly condensed, transforming into a hail of bullets and spears that shot toward his opponent.

Lu Qinglian held two fingers straight up. A dark blue water wheel shot out, surrounded by a surging tide, the wheel itself forming the crest of the churning wave.

At this moment, Meng Qianxun also chanted an arcane incantation. The hovering Queen Bee buzzed, its four wings vibrating as its forelimbs thrust forward in a deceptively fast motion. The void itself seemed to twist with this strike, as if turning into a spinning vortex.

All of their attacks changed direction in unison, blasting toward the Fake Pill floating in midair.

There is a saying:

"A Golden Core I swallow, my fate is mine, not heaven’s to follow." But once a Golden Core is revealed, it means its owner is prepared to risk their life.

The same was true for a Fake Pill Cultivator.

Chen Che flicked a Pill into his mouth.

His earlier Starfire Sword had vanquished the Soul Dragon, but it had also consumed ninety percent of his True Essence. Seeing this, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest. With a flick of his finger, the Sword Pill between his brows stirred, and nine Flying Swords shot out.

As Chen Che waved his hand, the swords connected head to tail, quickly forming a single line.

They blasted toward the Fake Pill in midair.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

In everyone’s eyes, the Fake Pill was only the size of a fava bean. It looked like it would shatter with a single hit, but unexpectedly, their combined assault only managed to break through the outermost layer of Spiritual Light. It then stalled outside the Fake Pill, unable to advance another inch.

Their attacks were worn down by the Spiritual Light.

After all, this was a Pill Ye Jiuming had spent three hundred years refining. Even if it was just a Fake Pill, it was far beyond what a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivator could match.

The same was true for the nine Flying Swords.

BANG!

With a dull sound, the first Flying Sword ran out of power and was deflected by the Fake Pill.

Then the second, third, fourth... and finally the fifth Flying Sword were also knocked away. The remaining three Flying Swords then smashed directly into the Fake Pill.

With a CRACK, the Fake Pill was split in half, shattering into countless fragments.

Their momentum undiminished, the swords blasted through Ye Jiuming’s body. PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! Guts and blood, carried by the Sword Qi, burst out of his back, splattering a fan-shaped spray of red across the churning mire!

SPLATTER—

Ye Jiuming, still clutching the Soul Banner, lost all his essence and vitality. In an instant, he seemed to age a hundred years—his hair turned gray and sparse, his body stooped, and his Qi and Blood completely vanished.

With his Fake Pill shattered, his centuries of Cultivation were lost.

But Ye Jiuming showed no sign of despair. Instead, he laughed maniacally.

"You wanted to shatter my Fake Pill before my Ten Thousand Souls Array was complete. Well, what about now?"

Alarmed, everyone looked up.

They saw that the surroundings were now shrouded in a murky gray fog, like a giant sea bowl turned upside down over the world. The gray fog spun like a tornado, and within it, the faces of countless men, women, old, and young appeared.

AWOOO!

These faces let out waves of snarls and roars as they broke free from the gray fog and lunged toward the group.

SHHHHH!

At this, Xiao Chan, no longer caring about his identity, unfurled his own Soul-Calling Banner. A cloud of black mist billowed out, and from within the great flag, countless Divine Souls poured forth like a mighty army, charging into the gray fog.

But for a Magical Artifact like the Soul-Calling Banner, the most crucial factor besides its Grade is the Divine Souls it contains.

Ye Jiuming had been cultivating for three hundred years and had even participated in the siege of a Golden Core True Master. The number of Divine Souls imprisoned in his Soul-Calling Banner was unimaginable, naturally far surpassing the few years of accumulation Xiao Chan had. In just an instant, Xiao Chan’s forces were overwhelmed. Everyone who saw this was utterly stunned.

Apparently, they had already guessed the identity of this "Hermit Fushan."

"So that’s how it is!"

Ye Jiuming gave a bitter smile, finally understanding why his trap had been seen through so easily.

But then, his gaze hardened.

"All of you can just die here!"

"Eight Gates Soul Fire Array!"

However, though the group was shocked, this was a matter of life and death, and they didn’t hesitate.

Seeing the sky full of Divine Souls baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, Chen Yin quickly grabbed a Soul Bead and tossed it above his head. The jet-black Soul Bead split into eight in midair, and countless black rays of light fell like a tide.

At the same time, he stomped his foot, pushing his Cultivation to its absolute peak, and let out a furious roar.

BOOM!

The countless black rays swiftly converged, forming runes of various lengths that coalesced into the shape of a ba-gua, burning with black flames.

The black fire surged and blazed, protecting everyone within a hundred-zhang radius. The overwhelming tide of Divine Souls howled as they crashed against the black flames, only to be instantly incinerated into nothingness, utterly annihilated on the spot.

*Phew.*

After casting the Magic, Chen Yin’s aura dropped rapidly, and he staggered back several steps. Clearly, setting up this Array had taken a massive toll on him. But even a Grand Array condensed from his life’s Cultivation was simply not enough to hold back the endless sea of Divine Souls.

One had to understand that when Ye Jiuming operated as an Evil Cultivator, he had sacrificed countless major Cultivator clans and annihilated several Dynasties.

The Divine Souls within his banner numbered in the millions...

This ’Eight Gates Soul Fire Array’ only held for a few breaths before it was completely overwhelmed.

The others immediately attacked as well, each using their ultimate trump cards to fend off the assault, barely managing to intercept the countless Divine Souls.

But their situation was still precarious—

’A True Master Fake Pill is this terrifying?’

’Could it be that today... we’re all going to die here?’

Everyone was stunned. They had thought that with seven of them attacking, victory was certain. Who would have thought they would push Ye Jiuming to the point of embracing death, determined to take them all down with him?

This time, they had truly fallen into a fatal trap!

"Haha!"

Ye Jiuming laughed manically, but the thought that he, a dignified True Master Fake Pill, was being forced into mutual destruction by seven Foundation Establishment Major Cultivators only deepened the hatred in his eyes.

At this moment, he summoned his last ounce of strength, waved the Great Banner, and shouted:

"Fellow Daoist, come have a chat inside my banner!"

Innumerable Divine Souls, like a flood bursting through a dam, instantly broke through all their defenses.

Before he could even rejoice, the scene that followed filled him with horror!

Just then, Chen Che suddenly stepped forward, shielding the others behind him. He formed a Seal Technique, and a sheet of orange flame appeared behind him!

The flame moved as if it were liquid.

BOOM!

With a flick of his finger, the orange flame transformed into a Fire Snake that extended infinitely into the void, crashing violently into the charging Divine Souls.

FWOOSH!

In that instant, it was like a spark falling into a wok of hot oil—it exploded violently. The fire spread with the speed of lightning, sweeping through the countless Divine Souls like a plague. In a single breath, it had completely covered the great bowl of gray fog that enveloped the world.

"What kind of Spiritual Fire is this?"

Ye Jiuming was terrified. The flames spread too fast. In half a finger-snap, a hole had been burned through the great bowl of gray fog, and countless Divine Souls were annihilated before they could even let out a wail.

Moreover, the fire’s momentum didn’t slow; it rolled toward him in a vast, unstoppable wave.

’Retreat!’

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Jiuming shot backward. He knew that if those flames touched him, even his chance at reincarnation would be completely erased.

However, before he could take even half a step, Chen Che took a single stride and appeared before him in a matter of breaths. At the same time, he raised his arm, lifted the Ruyi Wind and Thunder Sword, and swung down viciously.

A gale converged from all directions, following the edge of the blade to form a crescent-shaped Sword Aura.

"No!"

Ye Jiuming cried out in alarm and raised the Soul-Calling Banner to block the strike, but Chen Che’s speed had already surpassed his ability to react.

In a flash of cold light, the blade passed through his body.

PFFT—

The sound of tearing silk, the splash of fresh blood.

The shock in Ye Jiuming’s eyes had yet to turn to fear before it froze completely. Blood was blasted from his body by the force of the attack, and retreating was no longer possible. His body split into two halves and slumped to the ground.

The sword fell, and all went still.

Ye Jiuming...

...was dead!

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