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Translator: Tamon
Translation Checker: Silavin
Chen Changan exuded an infuriating air of arrogance that incited the wrath of the nine Demon Kings.
The spiritual power of the nine Nascent Souls surged like an unstoppable flood. Upon releasing their aura on Soaring Immortal Mountain, those below trembled in fear, feeling as if an impending storm would tear them apart.
However, Chen Changan remained nonchalant in the face of this formidable assault.
Ling Hai and Ling Qingshan were gripped with worry. They witnessed the immense pressure he was under, yet they had not seen him strike even once.
Could he truly contend with all nine Demon Kings? If not, their lives were hanging by a thread.
“Stop your incessant chatter,” Chen Changan grew impatient, seeing them hesitate for so long. “You’re as annoying as prissy girls!”
The Crocodile Demon King made the first move, but Chen Changan’s reaction was swift. With a resounding slap, the Demon King’s head exploded like a ripe melon, leaving behind a headless corpse.
Remarkably, Chen Changan had held back in that strike, yet it proved fatal.
“My slap is still too strong. To dispatch a Demon King with just a slap…” Chen Changan mused as he inspected his hand with a sigh.
The remaining eight Demon Kings gaped in astonishment. Earlier, when he had transformed a Demon King into a Blood Pill using his Creation ability, he had already displayed his incomprehensible might. Now, by casually slapping off a Demon King’s head, he had further shattered their expectations.
A tense silence lingered as the Demon Kings struggled to process what they had just witnessed.
“So powerful,” Ling Qingshan muttered, his brow drenched in sweat. He had previously taunted and insulted Chen Changan, but now he realized the dire consequences had Chen Changan taken offense.
Ling Hai was equally overwhelmed. All the Demon Kings were formidable opponents, and he knew he couldn’t defeat even one of them. Yet Chen Changan had dispatched them with apparent ease, without displaying any hint of his true strength. It was becoming clear that Chen Changan was an unparalleled expert in their world.
The fact that Chen Changan had slain a Nascent Soul with a single slap indicated that his true power was beyond their comprehension.
“Qingshan, your daughter is truly fortunate to have such a remarkable Master,” Ling Qingshan nodded in agreement.
“It’s a great blessing for her,” Ling Hai concurred. “Chen Changan has no reason to fear an Upper Realm Immortal. It’s not just empty boasting; it’s a fact. Old Hai, can you even fathom his strength?”
Ling Hai shook his head in bewilderment. “I can’t. I’ve never heard of a Spirit Severing cultivator capable of slaying a Nascent Soul with a slap, although it should be possible. Perhaps Chen Changan is a Spirit Severing cultivator.”
“Above Spirit Severing lies the Empty Immortal Stage, where one unravels the mysteries of immortality,” Ling Qingshan explained. “Those individuals are known as half Immortals. By cultivating emptiness through nine layers, they can encompass all creation, radiating boundless power. Their bodies bear the weight of Immortal might as they ascend to the Upper Realm.”
It was the first time Ling Qingshan had heard of the realms beyond Spirit Severing, and it surpassed his understanding. A Half-Immortal on Nine Province Continent was a rare and enigmatic expert, no longer concerned with Mortal affairs and dedicated to seeking Immortality and ascending to the Upper Realm.
Returning to the present, Chen Changan squinted at the eight Demon Kings after eliminating the Crocodile Demon King. “I told you to come at me all at once, but only one of you dared to show up. Do you underestimate me that much?”
The terrified Demon Kings quivered in response. [Damn it! He killed a Demon King with a slap! Who the hell is this guy?]
They felt as though they were witnessing their demise as they stared at the headless Demon King. Even when Chen Changan stood still, his gaze alone made them feel weak.
[Mommy, I want to go home!]
“Don’t you want to kill me? Get on with it!” Chen Changan shouted.
Ling Bao’er placed her hands on her hips and chimed in, “Where’s all that arrogance now? You’ve finally witnessed my Master’s might and are rendered speechless.”
Touba Ye remained silent. [You came to steal Immortal Treasures and kill me, but I’m protected. The Immortal Treasure and Immortal Tree are not for the likes of you. Now that you know the truth, you’re scared!]
The Demon Kings had no desire to continue their attack on Chen Changan, not even as a group. They no longer believed they stood a chance.
One Demon King put on a disarming smile and became submissive. “Senior, we were foolish to challenge you. We humbly seek your forgiveness.”
Chen Changan sneered. “A bunch of idiots begging instead of fighting? Here are the Immortal Treasure and Immortal Tree you coveted so much. Don’t you want them?”
The Demon Kings deflated; they knew better than to pursue their previous intentions. [We would surely die if we tried.]
Chen Changan grew impatient with their dawdling. “Since you won’t attack me, then I will attack you! You came here to steal my possessions, so you must have been prepared to die!”
Chen Changan had no intention of sparing them; he needed those easy Domain Points.
