Chapter 124: The Grand Showdown (1)

Chapter 124: The Grand Showdown (1)

Patriarch Zhou Hui was not surprised to notice a presence intruding upon the outside of his private chamber.

He was, however, forced to raise an eyebrow when that insignificant Core Emperor presence slid the door inwards and stepped inside, not stopping until the masked individual stood directly before him.

Direct report from Elder Zhu- A group of unidentified Nascent Souls have triggered one of our detection beacon artifacts, Faceless Nine stated, not in the characteristic flat tone that was associated with her duty but rather a hurried tone that betrayed her nervousness and fear.

Zhou Hui paused for one moment, taking in the information with a mask of perfect composure.

How long till they arrive? He asked calmly.

Twelve minutes, but it required me two to get here, Faceless Nine answered hurriedly.,

Understood. Authorize the evacuation, it should take less than half that time. The outer sect shall move into the inner sect, then you faceless will deploy the veil alongside the protective formation. Do not allow any Legacy Family Elder but the authorized ones to step out of it and if any argue- let them know that this is Yao Shens plan.

As you command, Patriarch! She hurriedly confirmed, before leaving his presence with a flicker of motion.

The moment had finally arrived.

It took Zhou Hui two minutes to equip the Full-Plate Lumenite Armor. In another two minutes he was outside the Hui Family manor and hovering above the Sky Division. He allowed himself a few moments to observe the rapidly evacuating outer disciples head for the protection of the inner sect.

Another minute, he landed on the periphery of the Sky Division, in the supposed direction the Demons were arriving from.

Half a minute later, he was joined by five Elders that arrived in intervals separated only by seconds.

Six sentinels of Lumenite whose surface was deliberately marred by splotches of rust brown and sickly green stood before the Heavenly Sky Sect.

Eight minutes since the incursion, the Sky Divisions protective wind formation was re-activated, the process taking noticeably longer than the near instantaneous cut-off for the evacuation. Moments after, the veil a cluster of Shadow Qi artifacts designed by Meili Zhu, came to life.

The Sky Division was now obfuscated by a dome of wind and shadow.

Finally, Zhou Hui and the Elders noticed the true enemy on the horizon.

Twelve peak-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators that rapidly approached the Sky Division, their physical bodies concealed in a viscous blood cloud that seemed to greatly amplify their collective speed.

It let out an ear-piercing roar, the implications of which Zhou Hui had no time to consider as he shot forward with Skyraiser in hand.

With his endless reserves of Qi, he only required a moments worth of time to appear before the first disoriented demon that was just beginning to get his bearings. He slashed outward in quick succession, each strike amplified by Skyraisers own properties.

Before the Demon could even come to terms with this abrupt twist of fate, his physical body was cleanly sliced into six, the cutting edge of the Wind Qi shattering his soul before it could even register the pain.

That was all the time Zhou Hui had to admire his own strength as a wash of blood flames came spraying down on him from above, the cursed technique that fed on Qi and would continue burning until he contained even an ounce of it.

Inextinguishable, scalding flames how terrifying the demons were.

How terrifyingly. weak.

The Artifact Spirit that now seemed to be more real than illusory roared again, as if in acknowledgement with Zhou Huis judgment.

He felt a sudden, unexpected draw on his Qi that strained even the Lumenite Armors reserves for a few long moments before abruptly ceasing.

Holding his ancestral sword in his hand, a realization that should have come to him much sooner struck him.

Maybe his ancestral blade wasnt just a meagre pseudo Soul Emperor level artifact

Maybe

Zhou Hui swung his blade outwards in a wide, arcing slash, directed towards the direction the blood flames had originated from.

A pained cry punctuated the air, causing Zhou Huis gaze to turn upwards.

He watched the Peak-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator that would normally be his equal, gaze upon him as if he were a beast from the primordial era. Then, his upper body and lower body collapsed in opposing directions, the last vestiges of his Nascent Soul winking out of his existence.

Zhou Hui mechanically moved onto the next target, taking no pride in these empty victories.

Once the Lumenite Armor had been used, there could be no witnesses left.

No witnesses at all that had been Yao Shens only core directive.