Chapter 404

Chapter 404: I Want to Slaughter Immortals

Zhang Yang had never expected it.

He had been used.

Even more shocking, he realized that a remnant soul had been hidden inside the Seventh Prince all along.

What stunned him most was the Seventh Prince’s madness. That punch could have obliterated even a sage whose power had been suppressed. It left no room for survival.

And yet, the Seventh Prince had taken the risk. And survived.

That act alone earned him the right to remain Zhang Yang’s opponent.

Who else would dare?

But now, the question arose, what was this remnant soul?

Zhang Yang’s Slaughter Sacred Thunder surged violently as his gaze fixed on the hidden soul.

The remnant soul’s name appeared to be Jigui Wu.

Those watching were full of curiosity and unease.

“You knew,” the remnant soul said weakly, “that you didn’t fully destroy me last time.”

His voice was like a flickering candle, on the verge of being extinguished. Yet, his aura was terrifyingly strong. He glared coldly at the Seventh Prince, eyes burning with killing intent.

Jigui Wu had never imagined that he would one day be plotted against by the very vessel he had possessed—and that the plan would actually succeed.

He had once been an immortal.

And not just any immortal.

He had come to this vast world seeking the ultimate truth that surpassed all heavens.

Now, to be repeatedly thwarted by the Seventh Prince enraged him so deeply that his aged face burned with shame.

“Hahaha…”

The Seventh Prince laughed wildly.

“Jigui Wu, you think too highly of yourself! Just because you were once the strongest on the immortal path, you thought you could take advantage of me? From the beginning, I accepted you only to extract secrets of martial arts from you. And yet, you noble immortal taught me only diluted, simplified versions of techniques! With a heart so petty, how can you claim to stand above all under heaven? Bah! How ridiculous!”

Jigui Wu’s face darkened with a terrifying intensity.

“How did you discover I still existed?” he asked coldly.

The Seventh Prince’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Inside the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, I could’ve easily killed you. But I realized something, killing an immortal was far too simple. So, I pretended you were dead. I knew you understood everything about my body, but you couldn’t control my mind. I left the ruins, returned to the Daxia Imperial Capital, and entered seclusion. You thought I was afraid of Zhang Yang? How laughable! I’m not even afraid of you, an immortal. I intend to kill you! I was simply building my foundation.

“When I learned Zhang Yang was at Heavenly Reaching Mountain, and somehow triggered Eternal Night’s killing intent, I realized he must have attained a terrifying power that even Eternal Night couldn’t tolerate. In that moment, I felt a deep unease, probably just like you did. Haha! That’s when I knew I had to use Zhang Yang’s strength to drive you out of my body completely.”

“Without you, I am truly myself. And it feels amazing, hahahaha…”

He laughed uncontrollably.

Jigui Wu’s expression darkened further, his aura growing heavy enough to suffocate.

The street fell silent.

The people of the Western Desert stared in horror at the remnant soul before them. This was… an immortal.

And the Seventh Prince actually intended to kill him!

Once-arrogant figures like Yan Chihuo, Jin Zhihong, Lu Hengkong, and the others stood dazed, their minds blank with disbelief.

An immortal.

Was this how little respect they commanded?

Their gazes shifted to Zhang Yang, a strange agitation rising in their hearts.

This man had summoned an immortal a month ago, striking the Taixu Palace from afar and initiating the fall of the Taixu Dynasty.

And now, with a single punch, he had forced this immortal’s soul out of the Seventh Prince’s body.

It was as if he didn’t regard immortals as anything special.

“Immortals are just people…” Grand Princess Yan Mengqing murmured, a sudden clarity settling over her. She realized Zhang Yang wasn’t performing or posturing, he was genuinely defending mortals, seeking justice for them.

Because deep down, he truly believed that no matter how powerful, all beings were still mortal.

Immortals are mortals, too.

That single realization caused Yan Mengqing, with her sharp intuition, to experience a breakthrough in her martial arts understanding.

She felt the urge to enter seclusion.

And it was this man Zhang Yang, who had sparked her enlightenment.

Though shaken by the Seventh Prince’s actions, what consumed Zhang Yang now was a burning desire to kill Jigui Wu. His killing intent surged with such intensity that it nearly overwhelmed him.

He felt as though his very bloodline were boiling.

His bloodline had begun to awaken.

A bloodline world began to take form.

The hall of “Xiao,” where the first lamp stood, manifested for the first time as a physical reality.

Suddenly, the Stone Monkey opened its eyes.

At that very moment, Zhang Yang’s eyes snapped open, revealing his fire-eyed golden vision.

A brilliant golden light, accompanied by blazing flames, illuminated the entire street, turning night into day.

Jigui Wu, filled with killing intent, had been focused on the Seventh Prince. But now he turned sharply to Zhang Yang.

“You want to kill me?” he asked coldly.

“Yes.”

Zhang Yang responded without hesitation.

Jigui Wu straightened his posture. Even as a remnant soul, weakened by the Slaughter Thunder Saint Power, his presence remained awe-inspiring.

He stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in the air, looking down upon all beings with the demeanor of a true immortal.

“I am an immortal,” he declared, his voice resounding with divine authority.

If the Seventh Prince had claimed to be an immortal, many would have scoffed. But when Jigui Wu spoke, his overwhelming aura and transcendent presence left no room for doubt, he truly was an immortal, even if only in spirit form.

An immortal.

After Eternal Night, no more immortals had been seen.

That had been the rule.

But with the emergence of the Headless Monk and the Supreme Emperor’s transformation into a calamity, it became clear that this world held secrets far beyond what anyone had imagined.

Immortals—supreme, all-powerful, beings revered by heaven and earth.

And yet, amid the awe and silence, Zhang Yang’s voice cut through like a blade:

“I want to slaughter immortals.”

The street fell deathly silent.

Even Jigui Wu was stunned.

“What did you say?” he asked in disbelief.

“I said, I want to slaughter immortals.”

Zhang Yang’s body radiated divine brilliance, holy light swirling around him. His hair whipped wildly as his fighting spirit ignited.

Even saints instinctively feared immortals. With such a commotion, how could a saint not sense it?

And yet, Zhang Yang declared war on them.

Jigui Wu’s remnant soul trembled with fury.

He couldn’t believe that a mere native would dare speak of slaying immortals.

This was madness.

“I am an immortal!” he bellowed.

“I am the strongest immortal of the fourth great realm of the immortal path, the Undying Path! If not for the immortal fates tethered to your pathetic world, I would’ve already ascended to the fifth great realm, the Chaotic Heaven! The so-called immortals you mention aren’t even worthy to tie my shoes. And saints?” He sneered.

“In my eyes, they’re less than ants.”

Jigui Wu’s fury was palpable as he boasted of his power.

Zhang Yang knew nothing of the realms on the immortal path. Perhaps Eternal Night had erased such knowledge from the world, leaving only a handful who still understood it.

Yet Jigui Wu’s words still struck like a thunderclap.

“So, you’re that powerful,” Zhang Yang said.

Jigui Wu raised his head arrogantly. To him, this vast world was nothing but a land of natives. If his true self unleashed its full strength, he could obliterate the world, reducing all life to dust in an instant.

Zhang Yang looked up at him and said calmly,

“Killing someone like you, wouldn’t that be even more thrilling?”