Chapter 496: 414 Zhangg Tyrant
Bang!
Brilliant as fireworks, the Taiyang King exploded in midair, his physical body obliterated amidst the erupting display.
However, as an ’Immortal,’ the Taiyang King had long forged his throne and left his imprint in the void, enabling instant resurrection via that mark.
In theory, they are unkillable.
This was also why the three of them, staring at the bleak situation, still refused to beg Chen Jichuan for mercy.
Death is trivial; dignity is monumental.
Death lasts but a moment; dignity lasts forever.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The Taiyang King went first, followed closely by Curse Eye and Phantom Knight.
’Magic Martial Holy Hall’s three Immortals fell one after another, three streaks of fireworks ripping through the sky, astounding all directions.
"Dead then dead!"
"Never beg for mercy!"
Even so, the other Immortals still present gritted their teeth and refrained from pleading, staunchly refusing to yield.
Their bones were hard, but the surviving legends could not endure.
Some of them, terrified, cried out, "Spare me!"
Pleading for mercy from such a monstrous figure—someone who could slaughter Immortals and stand against entire nations—was not shameful.
It was recognizing the times.
But alas, Chen Jichuan paid them no heed.
"I warned you."
"If you wouldn’t listen, you’ve only yourselves to blame."
Chen Jichuan’s resolve was razor-sharp. He knew these people had come with ulterior motives, intending to seize his Half-God Artifact.
Why else would they be here?
To spectate?
No spectator casually strolls into the battlefield between two armies.
Moreover, had he not been extraordinarily skilled and sufficiently powerful, the Curse Eye’s malediction alone would’ve stripped the Half-God Artifact from him—and likely killed him with insouciant ease.
In short, none of them were innocent.
"Holy Artifact."
"One Holy Artifact."
"Two Holy Artifacts."
Chen Jichuan turned a deaf ear to the rising chorus of pleas for mercy, all the while continuing his auxiliary maneuvers and collecting treasures left behind by the fallen legends.
Ordinary items held no appeal for him; magic materials were hard to quantify momentarily. But Holy Artifacts—the value of those was plain and simple.
One Holy Artifact after another fell into his hands.
The Independent Mages generally had humble possessions and bore almost no Holy Artifacts.
But organizations like ’Magic Martial Holy Hall’ housed Extreme Legends, each virtually guaranteed to own at least one Holy Artifact. Wealthier, more powerful individuals often possessed multiple.
Top Legends and Ordinary Legends occasionally carried Holy Artifacts as well.
’Magic Martial Holy Hall,’ with its ten-thousand-year history, had accumulated numerous Holy Artifacts. While a fraction remained stored in their vaults, most had been either rewarded or temporarily loaned to their legends.
Now, all gone in one clash.
"Big windfall!"
"Big windfall!"
Chen Jichuan reaped a remarkable harvest.
...
"Bloodthirsty!"
On the outermost edge of the battlefield, members of the ’Silver Alliance’ watched the carnage within, witnessing legends fall one after another, seeing fireworks ascend into the heavens, all while trembling and filled with dread.
They had charged in earlier.
And had gone dangerously deep.
But luck was on their side; once Chen Jichuan regained clarity, the two Immortal Crowns among them decisively pulled them back. And the Undead Army seemed unhurried in its awakening, allowing their retreat without hindrance.
They had escaped disaster, but the lingering fear remained.
Yet unlike the others, Yu Ming Immortal Venerable and Shanhua Venerable understood: "The White Tiger Immortal deliberately held back."
Those who had surged into the Undead Army alongside them, marching hand in hand—such as members of ’Dawn Era’—were now near annihilation. In stark contrast, the ’Silver Alliance’ emerged unscathed, leaving no doubt in the minds of the two Immortal Venerables about the underlying rationale.
"Fortunate."
"So fortunate."
Shanhua Venerable sighed deeply, feeling both lucky and awkward. Seeing Chen Jichuan cursed earlier, they had immediately reacted, intending to seize the ’Holy Angel Wings.’ After all, if they didn’t act, would that treasure end up in the hands of ’Magic Martial Holy Hall’ for nothing?
Yet they hadn’t foreseen Chen Jichuan withstanding the Curse Eye’s ambush and unleashing unparalleled Divine Power.
Now it was embarrassing.
They wished to offer assistance but feared provoking misunderstanding.
Doing nothing—a post-battle encounter could equally lead to awkward exchanges.
"Let’s wait."
"He can handle it himself."
"Since he let us leave, it’s a sign of goodwill."
Yu Ming Immortal Venerable watched the Undead Army’s rampant slaughter with an unruffled countenance. Having ascended the ranks of Chongming Realm steadily and reigned for over 400,000 years, exerting dominance across the Nine Heavens, very little could stir him.
Yet he pondered, pondering why the White Tiger Immortal was so formidable and considering how he should deal with this Upper Immortal in the future.
While immersed in thought.
The battle gradually subsided.
...
At last, the massacre reached its conclusion.
Outside the Star Cluster Graveyard, groups primarily composed of ’Magic Martial Holy Hall,’ ’Silver Alliance,’ ’Dawn Era,’ ’Knight’s Oath,’ and ’War Academy’ totaled 114 gathered legends.
Through this single engagement.
Apart from the 13 legends of ’Silver Alliance’ who emerged completely unscathed, only 34 legends survived by fortune or prowess, managing to escape just in time and preserve their lives.
The remaining 67 legends perished entirely.
This total does not even include the six bursts of fireworks ascending to heaven.
Triumphant on all fronts, unparalleled dominance displayed in one battle.
Wave after wave of mirrored images perished amidst the flames, only to be reborn among the ashes of war.
When the seas were stilled and heavens made silent, with legends’ courage shattered, even the 400,000-strong Undead Army suffered extensive losses. Scattering within a hundred-mile radius, it appeared noticeably thinned.
"At least 200,000 undead were lost."
"This would be a significant blow even for an Ancestor of Undead."
"This White Tiger Immortal is surely bleeding this time around. If they fail to ensure satisfaction for the backing Ancestor of Undead, it will be difficult to summon an Undead Army for future battles."