Chapter 170: The Killing Demon Lord (Part 10)

Xiao Sha possessed numerous methods.
Reborn three thousand years ago, he seized many opportunities belonging to the heroes of that era, becoming the number one figure of that time.
With the 'Kill' Emperor Seal as his foundation, numerous top-tier divine abilities as his branches, and his body as his trunk, the sky was filled with a dense, terrifying array of laws raging. In this battle, he held nothing back.
"In this era, to be able to step into the Dao Realm shows considerable comprehension,"
Su Chen praised.
In the Dharma-ending Age, geniuses were far less dazzling than in the Great Ages. To be able to step into the Dao Realm, and if Xiao Sha successfully broke through to the Saint Realm and underwent a transformation, might make him another formidable enemy.
Su Chen raised one hand, instantly cleaving the terrifying lightning about to fall in two.
In his previous life, he had proven himself a Quasi-Emperor through swordsmanship. Although he lacked the blessing of the Innate Supreme Sword Body in this life, his swordsmanship insights from his previous life remained firmly etched in his mind. His will moved with his will, and the laws of swordsmanship raged like a storm, slashing towards Xiao Sha's trunk.
Countless terrifying divine powers converged as two powerhouses, nearing the Saint Realm, clashed. Heaven and earth shattered, and an ancient star instantly crumbled.
The location Xiao Sha chose for his tribulation was extremely remote, devoid of life, and no one witnessed this scene.
A breathtakingly beautiful sword light seemed to traverse time and space, annihilating the void.
A rain of blood began to fall from the sky, and the desolate stars seemed to weep.
A giant sword covered in runes of law pierced through Xiao Sha's head.
A deafening bolt of lightning crashed down.
Within the tribulation lightning, a terrifying figure was undergoing a transformation.
Xiao Sha was dead.
Su Chen stared at the 'Kill' character, radiating overwhelming ferocity, that appeared before him.
This was Xiao Sha's greatest trump card, besides his secret of rebirth—the inheritance of the Killing Emperor. Regardless of talent, anyone who gained the inheritance's recognition became a successor of the Killing Emperor, possessing the right to compete with supreme geniuses.
Bathed in lightning, Su Chen reached out and grasped the inheritance of the Killing Emperor. The corner of the starry sky transformed into a blood-red realm, and the overwhelming killing intent turned Su Chen's eyes blood red. Memories surged through Su Chen's mind, from his first life when he was jilted in marriage, the images of his former enemies and loved ones dying vividly flashing before his eyes. The killing intent sought to corrupt Su Chen, turning him into a puppet.
Su Chen gripped the Killing Emperor's inheritance with a sudden, forceful pull.
"Killing Emperor, if this is all you've got, it's a gross disgrace to the inheritance of an emperor!"
Su Chen's Dao heart was unwavering. No matter ten lifetimes, a hundred lifetimes, a thousand lifetimes, ten thousand lifetimes, he would advance step by step towards higher realms, regardless of right or wrong, never repenting, never wavering. The Killing Emperor's inheritance wanted to shake Su Chen's resolve with past events; in Su Chen's eyes, such methods were utterly laughable.
The Killing Emperor's inheritance mark suddenly erupted with killing intent, like a deep, bloody hole, attempting to devour Su Chen. Su Chen didn't move an inch; instead, a purplish-black aura burst forth from his body, covering the bloody hole—this was his will!
"Interesting..."
An ancient voice came from within the Killing Emperor's mark, seemingly acknowledging Su Chen.
Xiao Sha, with his desire to change his past life's fate and reach the pinnacle of martial arts after being reborn, attracted the Killing Emperor's recognition.
However, Su Chen was left with only the purest will to become stronger. Regardless of the means or the person, he would stop at nothing to become stronger. His powerful will crushed the Killing Emperor's Mark, earning its approval.
The Killing Emperor's Mark merged into Su Chen's mind, and countless pieces of information flooded in like a tide.
"Truly worthy of being a unique being who has attained Emperorhood."
Su Chen understood the use of the Killing Emperor's Mark. The purest path of killing—the stronger the killers, the stronger the killing intent refined. After becoming a saint, all the killing energy would condense into a Killing God Demon Embryo, capable of killing heaven, earth, and all living beings. The stronger the beings killed, the stronger the Killing God Demon Embryo would become!
Xiao Sha was about to transform, but on the eve of his transformation, he was defeated by Su Chen, his body perishing, and the Killing Emperor's inheritance thus benefited Su Chen.
Boundless divine light appeared, and vast holy might swept across the starry sky. In this life, Su Chen, after more than five hundred years, finally ascended to the Saint Realm. In this era, even a Saint was a great figure, revered by all races.
Just as Su Chen was about to take Xiao Sha's corpse away, a terrifying killing intent enveloped the space around him. Tens of thousands of dead stars instantly turned to dust, and space compressed, seemingly trying to erase Su Chen.
This turn of events happened too quickly!
Su Chen's expression changed. Boundless holy light surged behind him, accompanied by a dragon's roar, colliding with the sudden killing intent. The aftershocks rippled and annihilated space.
"Good disciple, you have indeed not disappointed your master."
The boundless starry sky ahead was illusory and distorted. From it emerged an old man wearing a bronze mask—the Killing Saint King. He had been monitoring Xiao Sha's movements closely, hiding in the nearby space, waiting for his opportunity.
The fatal blow was neutralized by Su Chen.
Seeing that the newcomer was none other than his nominal master, Su Chen wasn't surprised. He had known for a long time that this was a cunning old fox. The Killing Saint King had replaced Killing Son with him simply to use him to kill Xiao Sha.
The day Xiao Sha died would be the day this cunning old fox attacked him.
The Kang Jinlong Mace transformed into a holy dragon, coiling around Su Chen.
This was one of Su Chen's hidden trump cards, never revealed for five hundred years, all for this moment!
The Killing Saint King's gaze greedily fell upon Xiao Sha's corpse: "The Killing Emperor's inheritance... Good disciple, as long as you hand over the Killing Emperor's inheritance to your master, and I take over the Killing God Palace, you will be the sole heir of the Killing God Palace!"
Su Chen's aura surged, and he sneered: "Old man, handing over the Killing Emperor's inheritance to you would be my death sentence!"
The Killing Saint King's eyes gradually turned cold: "You should know that I spared your life back then, and I can take it back now."
The runes between Su Chen's brows flickered, and his Primordial Spirit Divine Body rapidly grew, transforming into a giant.
"Primordial Spirit Divine Body at the Lesser Completion stage? You do indeed possess some talent. I will give you one last chance: hand over the Killing Emperor's inheritance."
The Killing Saint King's eyes widened slightly in surprise. He hadn't expected this 'disciple' to be so talented. Even he himself hadn't fully mastered the mysteries of physique and reached the Lesser Completion stage of the Divine Body.
However... Su Chen's attitude was his choice!
Su Chen fearlessly charged toward the Killing Saint King. Having just entered the Saint Realm, he actually wanted to challenge this veteran Saint King powerhouse!
"You're courting death!"
The Killing Saint King moved. His figure vanished from the spot, and the starry sky for millions of miles turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Countless pillars of light shot into the sky, forming a cage. This was a terrifying killing formation that sealed off Su Chen's retreat. At this moment, the Killing Saint King's killing intent was unleashed without reservation.