Chapter 913: Severed Path

Chen Ling glanced at them, then continued to look upward as if they were nothing, as if he hadn't even looked at these people at all. He only cared about how much further he had to go to reach the end of these stairs...

His pace remained steady and heavy.

Even though he didn't make a single move, the crowd holding weapons felt a sense of pressure coming toward them. They wanted to retreat but didn't dare, so they could only bite the bullet, trembling as they held their weapons aimed at Chen Ling.

The theatrical robe and imperial robe overlapped and danced in the wind. Chen Ling walked unhurriedly to the steps in front of them, his pace not stopping in the slightest, his neck calmly pressing against those sharp weapons...

Just as the two were about to touch, Chen Ling spat out two words indifferently:

"Kneel down."

As the words fell, the golden imperial might surrounding him erupted in an instant, like a flood beast waking from a dream, roaring like thunder at the crowd before him!

Clang—

All the figures blocking Chen Ling's path felt their legs go soft and knelt directly on the ground.

Under Chen Ling's pressure, unprecedented fear surged from the bottom of their hearts. Their bodies wouldn't listen to them, and the weapons in their hands fell with a clatter, dropping all over the place in a mess.

Amidst the chaos, Chen Ling passed through calmly.

In front of him, only the "quasi-emperor" was gritting his teeth and persisting. Even though he couldn't hold the sword in his hand steadily, and even though his legs were shaking violently like he had Parkinson's, at least he managed to stand...

But at this moment, his face no longer had any of the original stubbornness, only paleness and despair.

He knew the gap between him and Chen Ling was too large. In front of this [Actor Emperor], all of them quasi-emperors were nothing but ridiculous clowns, with no comparison at all.

He saw Chen Ling's palm lift and approach his chest, but he didn't have the slightest thought of resistance, letting Chen Ling press against his chest...

Chen Ling sensed a weak force coming from his palm and raised his brows slightly.

"This, is this your 'quasi-emperor destiny'?"

Chen Ling sensed the response from his own imperial destiny, curled his five fingers, and actually dug the "quasi-emperor destiny" directly out of the other's body, a wisp of gold appearing in Chen Ling's palm.

After the "quasi-emperor destiny" was taken away, the quasi-emperor's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his whole body collapsed to the ground like mud, as if he had lost all his strength.

"It has nothing to do with the Dao foundation of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury, and it has nothing to do with the [Imperial Destiny]... It seems this is just a clumsy fake."

Chen Ling clenched his five fingers and crushed it directly in his palm. He vaguely guessed something, his eyes narrowing slightly:

"Interesting..."

As if to verify his thoughts, Chen Ling continued to step forward, climbing toward the end of the enthronement path.

Watching that demonic figure gradually move away, the crowd collapsed on the ground was lifeless, especially the "quasi-emperor" whose destiny had been crushed, a trace of despair rising in his eyes...

……

BOOM—!!!

Under the chaotic sky, a black tide swallowed several mountain peaks, directly tearing the emperors' lingering thoughts that had originally stood upon them into pieces, gradually disappearing into the air.

Facing the siege of hundreds of emperors' lingering thoughts, Lord Xuanyu showed no signs of decline; instead, he fought more fiercely, killing his way from the outermost layer of the monuments all the way to the middle section.

Unlike the short monuments at the beginning, the monuments here were significantly taller and larger, and those presiding here were no longer those mediocre emperors without achievements, but emperors who had truly made contributions.

"Lord Xuanyu is so strong." Sun Bumian couldn't help but sigh. "At this rate, in the entire Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury, there really is no one who is his match..."

Bai Ye was not surprised by this, saying calmly:

"It's normal. If it were the ancient treasury of the other fourteen divine paths, I'm afraid even Lord Xuanyu wouldn't be able to break through easily. But the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury has been lost for hundreds of years and has long since become an empty shell... Just by these lingering thoughts, they cannot be his match."

"Then it seems we don't need to find a way to escape."

Sun Bumian said, looking at the emperor's lingering thought holding the broken bowl.

He saw him staring at the direction Lord Xuanyu was killing from with a grave expression. Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he looked down at the enthronement path extending toward the foot of the mountain...

Not only him, but most of the emperors in the depths also turned to look.

In their perception, those "quasi-emperor destinies" that had originally stepped onto the enthronement path were like rows of candles blown out by the wind, extinguishing rapidly one after another!

They immediately focused their eyes and saw that on the enthronement path, an actor wearing an imperial robe was straddling heaven and earth, walking toward "Flying Dragon in the Sky." Behind him, both the quasi-emperors and their followers were lying on the ground like mud, scattered and broken.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the many emperors' lingering thoughts changed instantly. They looked at each other, as if communicating something.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

As another quasi-emperor had his destiny crushed by Chen Ling, in front of him, only Wu Qiong's team was still approaching the sky. That was the only remaining quasi-emperor in this ancient treasury, and the last remaining candle flame.

The Actor Emperor straddled the enthronement path, heading straight for the remaining Wu Qiong!

Seeing this, the many emperors' lingering thoughts simultaneously erupted with dazzling light, and the mighty imperial might intertwined into two giant hands, grabbing toward that path at high speed!

……

"Hmm?"

Chen Ling's feet stepped on the stairs, and a surging imperial pressure descended from the firmament, grabbing straight down!

Chen Ling frowned. Seeing one of the imperial might hands flying straight at him, he didn't hesitate to activate [Cloud Step] and leap up!

His speed was extremely fast, rushing to the edge under the giant palm pressing down. With a thunderous roar, the palm actually smashed onto the enthronement path!

BOOM—!!

Dense cracks spread on the enthronement path. This incredibly sturdy golden road was forcibly shattered by the joint efforts of the emperors, and countless figures, along with the dissipated imperial might, fell downward...

In the end, only half a severed path remained, hanging from the sky.

Chen Ling relied on [Cloud Step] to narrowly avoid this blow. He looked back and saw another imperial might hand directly grab Wu Qiong, who was at the very front, and abduct her to "Flying Dragon in the Sky"!

Seeing the emperors take Wu Qiong away in advance, Chen Ling had a bad premonition in his heart...

……

Wu Qiong was grabbed in terror by the giant hand, passed directly through the clouds, and after a dizzying spin, found herself under the chaotic sky... She looked down at her surroundings in shock, only to see mountain peaks sitting beneath her, and countless golden figures simultaneously looking up at her.

[You have become the only quasi-emperor]

[Many emperors cast longing gazes at you]

Before Wu Qiong could understand what was happening, she saw those emperors' lingering thoughts move simultaneously, leaping from their respective mountain peaks, turning into threads filling the sky, and madly drilling into her body!