The tip of General Asura's spear radiated an incredibly thick killing intent. The sharp blade was raised high, ready to separate Lei Jingtian's head from his giant body. The Martial Maniac merely smirked with a row of blood-stained teeth. He absolutely refused to close his eyes in the final seconds of his life. Lei Jingtian's death was an absolute certainty. There was no one in this mortal realm who could move faster than the strike of a Tier 2 Sky Realm Warrior at such close range. However, right before the spear fell, a bizarre noise tore through the blood-freezing tension of the Eastern Palace. BUUUURP! An incredibly loud and drawn-out burp echoed through the area. The sound was so relaxed and out of place that General Asura reflexively halted his spear swing for a fraction of a millisecond. His eyes darted toward the source of the noise. On top of the ruins of a shattered gol

The night wind blew through the leaves of the willow trees. It carried a bone-piercing chill. However, that coldness was absolutely nothing compared to the silence that had suddenly taken over the Eastern Palace garden. The small, dirt-covered hand tightly gripped the edge of Xiao Chen's gray robe. The teardrops falling from Guan Santong's eyes were not the whiny cries of a mortal brat. They were the physical crystallization of thousands of years of absolute loneliness trapped in the lower world. Xiao Chen looked down at the shirtless boy in front of him. The Demonic Emperor's black eyes did not radiate sympathy. Yet, for the very first time since he had been thrown into this servant's body, the thick walls of his arrogance shifted ever so slightly. "Tears from an Eternal Realm Qilin," Xiao Chen thought. His eyes narrowed slowly. "This mortal world worships him as a god or fears him as a monster of destruction. But at th

"Father, whose head do I need to chop off to get ten tasty herbal pills from you?" The innocent question escaping Guan Santong's tiny mouth hung heavy in the Eastern Palace air. It completely froze the blood of every mortal in the room. Outside the shattered roof, General Asura, one of the empire's strongest existences, had been swatted away to nowhere. There was no longer any doubt. This boy's threat was an absolute death sentence that absolutely no one could overturn. Just as Xiao Chen turned his neck to look at Crown Prince Zhao Long sprawled on the floor, a black shadow suddenly seeped out from behind the ruined pillars. The shadow clumped and solidified like ink dropped into water. Within seconds, a man dressed entirely in black appeared. He stepped silently to stand right in front of Third Prince Zhao Ming. That man was the Shadow God. He was an Imperial Pillar and the master of the Third Prince. 

The sound of wooden wheels grating against the cobblestone streets shattered the morning silence of the Heavenly Cloud Capital. Two full days had passed since the bloody banquet night at the Eastern Palace. In front of the Lin Family Manor gates, a sight that made the eyes of the other nobles turn red with pure envy was currently taking place. Thirty horse-drawn carriages were lined up perfectly. They actively blockaded half of the main protocol road. On top of those carriages, wooden chests were cracked wide open. They proudly displayed thousands of gold coins, stacks of medium spirit stones, and hundreds of silk-lined boxes filled with Tier 2 herbal plants. This was tribute. It was the blood fine ruthlessly extorted by Lin Tian from dozens of mortal noble family heads. In the manor's courtyard, Tie Han and Mo Jian were leading the Black Iron Guards to unload the massive cargo. Tie Han's stiff face showed absolutely no

The afternoon breeze blew slowly across the Golden Mirror Lake. It carried the scent of blooming lotus flowers that surrounded a floating pavilion. The place was an oasis of tranquility amidst the noise of the Heavenly Cloud Capital. However, that tranquility was merely a silk illusion covering thousands of bloody schemes born on the table in the center of that very pavilion. Prime Minister Sima You sat cross-legged with a perfectly straight back. His silk robe embroidered with gold threads radiated the absolute authority of a man controlling the state. Even though his cultivation was only at the Tier 3 Earth Realm, which was a physical weakness compared to the other Imperial Pillars, the brain inside his skull was a weapon of mass destruction far more lethal than any artifact strike. Spread out in front of him was a chessboard made of black and white jade. His skinny right hand held a white chess piece. He rolled it slowly between his finge