Chen Fan's expression was grave, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
This was the strongest enemy he had faced since achieving the eighth-tier fruition.
The previous encounter didn't count; that was the collective might of the East, all against the Light.
Now, he was alone.
Before a ninth-tier being, his inner world felt like it was about to collapse.
Ninth-tier, truly powerful.
Chen Fan remained silent.
At this very moment, a scream ripped through the air.
"Ah..."
The battlefield of the King of Fate.
Jing Ran was spewing blood and flying backward uncontrollably.
"Hmm?"
The Lord of Light was stunned, his expression momentarily bewildered.
Watching King of Fate continuously expel the power of the Great Dao, the Lord of Light could no longer contain himself: "King of Fate, you imbecile."
The Lord of Light was utterly disgusted at this moment.
His gaze towards King of Fate was filled with contempt.
Was this the pinnacle of the eighth-tier?
Was this the one cooperating with him?
A joke.
Following this, his contemptuous voice rang out: "King of Fate, you imbecile, I thought you would amount to something, but I overestimated you."
"Light."
King of Fate, his hair disheveled and his appearance disheveled, cried out: "What are you saying? It's Dizang attacking the Great Dao universe."
"Heh heh."
Light sneered: "So what?"
"You can't even handle an ordinary eighth-tier. How much time has passed? You haven't managed to kill your opponent, making you the biggest imbecile."
"Dizang, your subordinate, and yet you're constantly wary of him, leading to his rebellion. Imbecile..."
"I remember your opponent saying that you... are not worthy of being the Lord of the Realm of Fate, that you are even inferior to Dizang, your subordinate."
"Now it seems true, King of Fate... you are indeed inferior to Dizang."
"..."
This barrage of disdainful reprimands left King of Fate speechless.
His expression, however, became terrifyingly grim, his eyes filled with venom.
"Heh heh."
Elder Demon Chu looked even more pathetic than King of Fate.
But his fighting spirit soared, his laughter echoing through heaven and earth: "That's right, you King of Fate are a complete imbecile, haha..."
"Forget it."
The Lord of Light sighed and waved his hand: "You imbecile, you are not worthy of joining forces with me. Our cooperation is now void."
"This person..."
He looked at Chen Fan: "After he is slain, all that remains will be my spoils of war."
There was no point in cooperating with an imbecile.
"You..." King of Fate's gaze grew even more venomous.
The Lord of Light didn't even spare King of Fate another glance.
Just an imbecile.
"Good, good, good."
King of Fate burst into a bitter laugh: "Light, don't think you're the only one with trump cards. You dare to look down on this Emperor? I'll show you, this old man has trump cards too. Rise!"
Boom.
King of Fate was desperate.
In an instant, the Great Emperors who had been sitting cross-legged outside the Realm of Fate simultaneously let out streams of Great Dao light from their bodies.
King of Fate had not only left behind contingencies on Emperor Venerable, but he had also planted seeds of the Dao of Fate in everyone.
"Ah..."
Screams echoed endlessly.
Lives were being reaped.
And it was King of Fate, the Lord of the Realm of Fate himself, who was doing the reaping.
All the Great Emperors of the Realm of Fate wailed and screamed in agony.
Their lives were being siphoned away by their Lord.
"King of Fate..."
"I have been loyal to you!"
"Why?"
"..."
Just like Dizang at the beginning.
They all questioned King of Fate, why?
We have been loyal to the Realm of Fate, to you, our Lord.
We even went so far as to capture the weak of the Dao of Life and Death for you, providing you with all the strength to reach this day.
Why?
They were unwilling...
"Haha."
But King of Fate, at this moment, seemed to have descended into madness.
His ferocious face was contorted with intense venom: "Since you all serve this Emperor as your master, you should give your lives to this Emperor as well, haha... hahaha..."
In the distance, Chen Fan witnessed this scene.
He had seen this before.
Back in the Thunder Domain, Emperor Chi Yang had devoured the entire Chi Yang Realm to provide himself with strength.
Chi Yang was far more benevolent than King of Fate.
King of Fate's target was only these Great Emperors, whereas Chi Yang had consumed an entire realm of beings.
If it weren't for the fusion of divine weapons, Chen Fan would have suffered a great setback, even risking his life.
And now, King of Fate's aura was continuously ascending.
"Heh heh."
The scene before him was met with a disdainful glance from the Lord of Light: "An imbecile is always an imbecile. With you... you'll never reach the ninth tier in this lifetime."
This was a warning from a ninth-tier being.
...
"Alas."
Emperor Thousand Silks also sighed: "A pity."
"Indeed a pity."
Someone echoed Emperor Thousand Silks' expression of regret: "I thought King of Fate could break through his talent limitations, but he was ultimately consumed by his desires."
They all knew what King of Fate had been doing over the years.
Devouring life and death, preparing to enter the ninth tier through life and death.
They were all aware of these matters.
Even Emperor Thousand Silks knew, yet chose to observe rather than intervene.
King of Fate's talent was not high; his achievements today were truly thanks to Dizang's contributions in the past.
They all wanted to see if King of Fate could break through these limitations, forge his own ordinary path, and perform a defiant act.
Devouring life and death, they could understand.
But devouring even those uninvolved had no effect on their understanding of the Great Dao, other than increasing some energy.
Therefore, King of Fate had been consumed by desire.
He had become unscrupulous in his pursuit of power.
A group of people discussed King of Fate's past actions, and no one intervened.
After all, it wasn't their people who were dying.
Where there are people, there is strife. King of Fate was also their opponent; if he died, so be it. What else could be done?
The Realm of Thousand Silks truly lived up to its name with these eighth and seventh-tier beings.
...
King of Fate's aura was climbing madly.
This, however, put Elder Demon Chu under pressure.
"Here we go again."
Elder Demon Chu winced.
These lunatics were utterly inhuman.
"Heh heh."
King of Fate remained unfazed.
His face was now completely replaced by ferocity.
The Great Emperors beneath him had all become his nourishment.
Now, all he needed to do was kill his enemies.
Bang.
Suddenly, the gate of the Realm of Fate opened.
Dizang, his pupils wild, stormed out of the gate, baring his bloodied teeth: "King of Fate, you beast, you actually had the heart to do it."
He had sensed the demise of a large number of Great Emperors.
Although he hadn't witnessed what had happened, he could tell what was going on just by looking at King of Fate's state.
Various auras were surging from King of Fate's body.
These were powers that did not belong to him, and he was continuously devouring them.
"Heh heh."
King of Fate looked at Dizang and chuckled sinisterly: "Dizang, you're lucky to have escaped. Tsk tsk... How about it, want to merge with this Emperor and step into the ninth tier?"
"Come on, we are brothers, we should be together."
His voice was full of temptation.
"Go screw yourself."
Dizang was enraged, his monstrous demonic energy surging: "I'll kill you, you bastard."
Boom.
The pitch-black Bright King manifestation appeared.
"Yes."
Dizang attacked King of Fate, unleashing his most powerful killing moves without holding back.
This beast had ignited boundless killing intent in Dizang.
Damnable.