The Holy Emperor controlled the Corpse of King Qin.
Chen Fan went all out, his three divine artifacts battling the supreme physical body.
Alas, he was still at a disadvantage.
"Buzz."
The Holy Emperor would not stand idly by, his soul power overwhelming the attacks of the Corpse of King Qin.
The Gravity Bead sealed the heavens and earth, suppressing it downwards.
"Open."
The divine sword pierced the heavens.
That sword strike pushed away the Corpse of King Qin, shattered the soul attacks, and shook the gravity domain.
"Coiling Dragon."
Chen Fan roared.
His face was pale, but his pupils were incomparably cold.
The heavens and earth trembled, and myriad swords converged.
A hundred-zhang colossal sword dragon spanned the firmament, roaring and descending.
"Kill."
Space shattered.
...
Warfires met the sky.
In the distance...
The aftermath of the great battle alarmed a group of people.
A group that had long since retreated from the battlefield.
They looked up, watching the figure that was currently encircling and killing the City Lord.
Just a back, and it made everyone's eyes turn red.
"King Qin..."
A roar, and Hong Si wept bitterly.
No one would forget their Lord, who was like a god.
The remaining eight hundred Qin Family soldiers all rose, stood firm, and looked up.
"Boom!"
The eight hundred veterans knelt on one knee, their synchronized battle cries echoing through the heavens and earth: "Qin Family Army, pays respects to King Qin..."
Rumble!
The sound reverberated through the heavens and earth.
In the depths of the void, some kind of will seemed to descend.
Behind the eight hundred veterans, dense figures appeared.
Comrades who had long since perished, waiting for five hundred years to see their former King again, with the power of their residual souls.
Everyone knelt on one knee, their souls roaring and shaking the heavens and earth: "Qin Family Army, pays respects to King Qin..."
In the sky.
The Corpse of King Qin, who was attacking, suddenly paused.
"Hm?"
This scene made the Holy Emperor's pupils contract.
Immediately, a look of horror appeared in his pupils: "What's going on?"
Horror slowly turned into fear: "Impossible..."
Everyone watched, looking towards the sky, towards the Corpse of King Qin, towards the Holy Emperor...
The Holy Emperor was in terror: "What do you want to do? You're already dead, you..."
Bang!
Suddenly, a muffled sound exploded in the Holy Emperor's mind.
The soul that controlled the Corpse of King Qin was shattered.
Following closely, an aura that seemed to collapse this world began to surge.
The source of the aura was the Corpse of King Qin.
"I..."
The Corpse of King Qin actually spoke.
A corpse dead for five hundred years, speaking again.
The Qin Family Army wailed.
King Qin's voice continued: "Am... King... Qin..."
"King Qin, King Qin..."
The eight hundred veterans and the ten thousand souls of the Qin Family Army's calls awakened a trace of clarity in King Qin.
Everything happened too quickly, too fast for anyone to react.
"Rumble!"
Chen Fan's ultimate killing move, the sword dragon, descended.
The target was the Holy Emperor.
The Holy Emperor retreated in terror, trying to escape.
He pushed the Gravity Bead to its limit, restricting the sword dragon's speed.
"Easterner."
King Qin spoke, the trace of clarity in his pupils beginning to collapse.
Chen Fan did not turn back, replying: "Chen Fan."
A simple introduction, nothing more.
"I am already dead."
King Qin's tone was calm, his long black hair flying behind him, his demeanor peerlessly imposing.
"..."
Chen Fan did not reply; he wanted to kill the Holy Emperor.
"Heh heh."
King Qin smiled indifferently: "Still has my old demeanor..."
Then, he looked down at the Qin Family Army below.
He remembered every face, and a smile appeared on his stern features: "Hong Si..."
Hong Si cried out: "Your subordinate is here."
"Very good."
King Qin nodded: "Live well, keep living. Five hundred years ago, we lost, but... the Qin Family Army is the best in the world, Qin family's blades are the sharpest... I must leave now. With my final blade, I send off my Qin Family Army's souls. We will meet in hell."
"Roar, roar, roar."
The eight hundred veterans and ten thousand souls surged with fighting intent.
"Blade, come..."
King Qin reached towards the direction of the Holy Mountain.
He could feel it, his blade was there.
"Bang!"
The magnificent Golden Holy Hall instantly collapsed.
Countless fragments flew towards King Qin, reassembling in the air.
When it landed in King Qin's hand, the Qin Blade reappeared.
An ordinary-looking blade, yet one that had once slaughtered the world.
"Clang!"
King Qin's time was short; he brought down his blade.
It was as if heaven and earth were being opened.
Beneath the blade, everything was emptied.
The blade's target, the Holy Emperor.
"Little fellow."
King Qin's blade surpassed the sword dragon, shattering the gravity domain: "Take good care of my brothers. This blade is a trade."
"..., alright."
Chen Fan sheathed his sword and stood.
The sword dragon dissipated.
Between heaven and earth, only one blade remained.
"No."
The Holy Emperor was terrified.
His greatest trump card had gone wrong.
"Crack, crack, crack."
The Holy Emperor's physical body was collapsing, his soul was collapsing.
In a second, perhaps even less.
Where the Holy Emperor had stood, only a bead floated.
"A good treasure."
King Qin recognized the extraordinary nature of the bead and praised it.
However, there was no greed in his expression. The bead floated towards Chen Fan.
"Crack."
The reassembled Qin Blade collapsed once more.
Simultaneously collapsing was King Qin's physical body.
This time, it was the disintegration of his flesh.
"Farewell, King Qin."
The eight hundred veterans knelt and wept bitterly.
"Hahahaha."
King Qin's laughter was incomparably domineering: "Qin Army souls, follow me into battle in hell..."
"Haha, we are willing to follow King Qin into hell..."
"From the underworld, we summon old comrades, ten thousand banners to slay Yama..."
"Old Hong Si, hold back your tears, we are following King Qin again, you guys, be envious..."
"Er Zhuzi, live well, don't come to us until we've pacified hell..."
"Brothers who are alive, we leave the mortal world to you, and hell to us..."
"..."
Brothers were bidding farewell.
The eight hundred living veterans were weeping.
And also cursing...
"You bunch of bastards, don't shame King Qin..."
"Er Mao, you bastard, still so boastful even after death..."
"Third bastard, I'll wait for your grandfather down there..."
"..."
Weeping, and scolding.
Heaven and earth fell silent.
"Crack."
The Corpse of King Qin completely dissipated.
In the world, only the farewell voices of the eight hundred veterans remained.
...
In the sky.
Holding the Gravity Bead, Chen Fan's body trembled.
"Gravity Bead, I finally have you."
After countless hardships, traversing oceans, to conquer the Continent of Damelia, to conquer the Angelic Sacred Assembly, wasn't it all for this day?
"Buzz."
The Gravity Bead glowed.
Divine artifacts did not require masters.
By controlling this divine artifact, Chen Fan could control the gravity domain within a hundred-mile radius.
The wider the range, the weaker the gravity.
The closer to the core of the Gravity Bead, the stronger the gravity.
"Go."
In the distance, the Old Holy Emperor and the three elders in empty robes began to flee.
The Holy Emperor had been defeated, if they didn't leave now, they would die.
"Haha."
The Old Demon's laughter was arrogant and unrestrained as he pursued.
Chen Fan did not move; his objective had been achieved by obtaining the Gravity Bead.
Whether the remaining people were killed or not, he no longer cared.
"Come back."
Chen Fan said with a smile.
The Old Demon and the Fire Demon returned... The eight hundred veterans fell into formation.