Chapter 328
by post_apiChapter 328: The Supreme Emperor’s Fury in the Abyss of the Buried Immortals
Root of chaos in the world?
Zhang Yang felt a wave of nausea rise in his chest. To call him that, wasn’t it just another way of calling him a world-destroying demon?
There was no difference.
Especially now, as his understanding of the Supreme Emperor deepened, Zhang Yang would not be fooled. He would not waver.
He sneered.
“Root of chaos in the world? You’re absolutely right. You, Supreme Emperor, are the root of chaos in this world. Instead of staying buried like you should have, you refuse to rest in peace. You’ve created countless schemes, foolishly stirring up chaos in the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, dreaming of some grand plan to resurrect the Taixu Dynasty and unify the Western Desert. You are the true root of chaos. Killing you will bring eternal peace to the Western Desert!”
“Disgrace! You dare speak so audaciously before me? How dare you slander me and twist the truth? You are truly the chaos root!” the Supreme Emperor’s remnant soul roared in fury.
Zhang Yang burst out laughing.
“Old bastard, tell me what is chaos? Did the Western Desert become chaotic because of me… or because of you? If you can’t admit it, then you really are an old bastard!”
“Disgrace. Die!”
The Supreme Emperor’s remnant soul struck with rage.
Having absorbed both the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and Jin Zhihong’s blood energy, the remnant soul now gleamed with a metallic sheen. It looked like a real body of flesh and blood, radiating a terrifying pressure that belonged to the path of a saint.
He was powerful.
The experts present could clearly sense the Supreme Emperor’s dominance.
His might had once transcended eons, still enough to make the Western Desert tremble.
But who was Zhang Yang?
Fearless. Undaunted.
Those chaotic pressures meant nothing to him. He fully understood the terrifying power of the Supreme Emperor’s remnant soul, but he also knew: the destruction of the Supreme Emperor’s portrait had left it weakened.
Its strength was limited.
So he roared and charged forward.
“Old bastard, die!”
His hatred toward the Supreme Emperor had only deepened, fueled by an increasing awareness of the terror concealed beneath the emperor’s legacy.
When he struck, he naturally unleashed his full strength.
Kill him!
He activated the Consummate Slaughter Thunder Saint Power, though it had not yet reached full perfection.
Even though it had only reached seventy percent of the Great Perfection’s mysteries—its final three crucial insights still locked the power it released was astonishingly overwhelming.
With one punch, heaven and earth shattered.
Under his fist, all things withered and were destroyed.
Boom!
The attacking Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul didn’t even reach Zhang Yang’s fist before it was directly blasted apart.
The crowd erupted in gasps and screams of shock.
“Ancestor!”
“How did he do that? Why is he so invincible?”
“That punch didn’t even make contact with the Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul! That’s the Remnant Soul of the Supreme Emperor, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, drawing on the ancestral bloodline’s energy, merging with the mysteries of the path of a saint. It possesses the strength of a ‘non-saint saint’, yet it wasn’t even worthy of a direct confrontation and was obliterated.”
“A terrifying punch! Is this Zhang Yang’s true peak power?”
“Incredible! Unimaginable! Unbelievable!”
Fear gripped many onlookers.
It wasn’t just the ancient might of the Supreme Emperor that left them reeling, it was the sheer power and decisiveness with which his Remnant Soul had been destroyed.
That was their firsthand experience.
The Moon-Returning Dragon watched with deep regret.
“So this is Zhang Brother’s true, invincible strength,” he murmured.
He realized, in that moment, that Zhang Yang’s power had to be reevaluated entirely.
Yaoruoxian gazed at him, her gemstone-like eyes shining with holy light. Her fists clenched involuntarily.
Seeing that punch, she finally understood just how powerful Zhang Yang had become.
In that moment, a flicker of despair stirred in her heart.
How could she possibly challenge someone like him again?
But almost immediately, holy light surged from her. Under the guidance of the Saints’ Laws, her heart became still like water, and all external emotions were cleansed. She returned to herself—resolute.
She would still challenge him.
Invincibility was her belief. Failure was acceptable, but giving up was not. She would never yield.
If even she felt that way, it was easy to imagine how deeply others were shaken.
“Whoosh…”
Zhang Yang exhaled deeply, a wave of indescribable fatigue washing over him.
Even though the Consummate Slaughter Thunder Saint Power wasn’t perfected, executing it at his current cultivation stage placed an enormous burden on him.
The consumption was brutal.
Fortunately, he recovered quickly, adjusting his state at full speed.
The shattered void began to heal.
The broken Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul disintegrated into countless black stars that scattered in all directions—some dimmed and vanished, others trembled before dispersing again, and a few barely maintained cohesion.
Then, those remaining black stars slowly gathered, reforming into a vague and blurry silhouette of the Supreme Emperor.
When he looked at Zhang Yang again, his killing intent had intensified.
“Root of chaos in the world, you will be the enemy of the entire Taixu Dynasty!”
“All subjects of the Taixu Dynasty, heed my command: Cease all other matters and focus all strength on eradicating this root of chaos!”
Though his voice rang out fiercely, Jin Zhihong trembled.
Because that voice echoed directly in his bloodline.
In other words, the Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul had invoked a supreme, forbidden bloodline law—a secret order passed down through ancestral lineage.
This meant that throughout the Western Desert, all descendants of the Supreme Emperor had received this command.
The Taixu Dynasty would now mobilize all of its power to kill Zhang Yang.
And under a bloodline command like this, none of his descendants dared disobey.
“A dead man, still so arrogant.”
“Are you ready to die?” Zhang Yang said, stepping toward the Remnant Soul of the Supreme Emperor.
The Remnant Soul sneered arrogantly.
“You are indeed powerful, with formidable combat ability, but you will never be able to kill me.”
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Yang’s punch slammed into his face.
Soul Binding Saint Power!
How could a mere Remnant Soul dare claim he was unkillable?
This martial arts technique was created to annihilate all forms of soul—no matter who or what they were, defeat was certain.
And indeed, with that one punch, more than half of the Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul was obliterated.
The Remnant Soul stared in disbelief. He turned toward Jin Zhihong, seemingly intending to reprimand him.
But he didn’t even get the chance to speak—Zhang Yang’s next punch was already on its way.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Since he had already consumed a massive amount of energy and his recovery was limited, Zhang Yang chose to keep attacking without pause.
And no one interfered, not those from the Sunlit Sacred Land, not the Cold Moon Dynasty, not even those related to the Supreme Emperor.
After more than a dozen punches, the Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul was completely ground down, wiped out by Zhang Yang.
Only then did he take out a drop of Sacred Life Water, instantly restoring himself.
He looked down coldly and muttered:
“You said I can’t kill you?”
Everyone watched in shock, especially those from the Western Desert, who had an ingrained fear of the Supreme Emperor, an unparalleled existence that had dominated the region for ages.
Witnessing the Remnant Soul being beaten to death struck their hearts with great force.
The moon-returning dragon felt a wild roar surge within him: “If the Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul can be killed, then the Supreme Emperor is nothing remarkable. Why should the Taixu Dynasty bully my Cold Moon Dynasty? Why must we be their prey? No! We will rise! My Cold Moon Dynasty will surely endure! As long as I exist, there is hope!”
His heart burned with passion. The overwhelming anxiety that had haunted him since birth stemming from the Cold Moon Dynasty’s danger and looming destruction, shattered.
He was about to transcend.
A holy intention radiated from within him. He was on the verge of achieving a Holy Body, because Zhang Yang had killed the Supreme Emperor’s Remnant Soul.
This made Jin Zhihong and the other members of the Taixu Dynasty grit their teeth in anger. Yet none dared act recklessly; instead, they all retreated.
Zhang Yang’s killing intent flared as he looked at Jin Zhihong and the others. Since they were destined to be enemies, he resolved to eliminate them before they could act.
Before he could strike, a piercing roar sounded in the distance, echoing through the air.
An even more terrifying aura of death surged into the sky.
“Scoundrel! You root of chaos in this world dare to destroy my will, and I shall surely slay you!”
Everyone was horrified.
That voice came from the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.
The Supreme Emperor was still inside!
Zhang Yang, Yaoruoxian, the moon-returning dragon, Liu Yuewu, Jin Zhihong, and Nie Bahuang, the six great masters—were all taken aback at once, their minds conjuring the image of the Supreme Emperor within the River of Death, stirring giant waves.
Was he about to break out of the Abyss of the Buried Immortals?