Chapter 459: Kill

In the vast void filled with overwhelming divine might, the divine flame of the three-legged golden crow flickered, each wisp of its aura enough to shatter one's courage and spirit.

In this world, a golden divine bird appeared, majestic beyond compare, its eyes icy cold, with golden lightning flashing within, exceedingly terrifying.

The power of this three-legged golden crow was no longer what it once was; now Yang Tian's cultivation had soared to the ranks of the powerful, and the divine might of this artifact was fully unleashed by him.

A trace of the ancient three-legged golden crow's residual divine thought, upon appearing in this world, resonated with the divine flame.

The true body of this three-legged golden crow was already extremely terrifying in ancient times, and after such a long passage of time, its divine might had become dreadful. Yang Xiao had once asserted that it was likely a supreme existence that suppressed myriad domains.

That wisp of golden divine flame flickered as if it had gained intelligence; it had been enslaved here for who knows how long, and now, like a child, it saw its own kin.

“The master of this wisp of primal flame is not very powerful,” Yang Tian observed, a hint of joy appearing in his eyes as he murmured.

The dignity of the divine beast clan was extremely strong; though they shared the same roots, they were divided into many branches. Generally, the offspring of divine beasts were hidden in some terrifying divine mountain and never ventured out.

The heavenly energy in the outside world had greatly diminished, making many regions unsuitable for cultivation. The demon race was now powerful, occupying many divine mountains, and the Western Continent was a gathering point for myriad demons.

But many supreme beings still hid in divine mountains, refusing to heed the commands of the demon kingdom.

That three-legged golden crow stepped forward to the divine flame, like a deity, looking down upon that dazzling wisp of flame.

“Roar!” It moved, opening its mouth, and a terrifying fluctuation suddenly burst forth. The entire void shattered, an ancient, majestic aura of immense power, combined with a soul-seizing divine might, spread wildly.

The entire void was filled with this terrifying fluctuation. The three-legged golden crow's eyes fixed on the golden divine flame, intending to absorb it into its body.

Under Yun'er's astonished gaze, the three-legged golden crow opened its mouth and directly swallowed that wisp of golden divine flame.

Outside, the old man sitting cross-legged on the furnace lid, his withered skin twitching with excitement, had heard no sound from inside for a while and guessed that Yang Tian was about to beg for mercy.

“It's all mine... all mine...” The old man, as if injected with stimulant, was utterly thrilled. Even if his life source was nearly dry, he could replenish it with top-grade blood stones.

Just as the old man was rubbing his hands in excitement, his expression suddenly froze, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

“How can this be? The connection with the Golden Crow divine flame is gone?” The old man was extremely shocked. This furnace had been obtained from a murder and robbery, and at that time, he had been so happy he could have jumped for joy.

“No!” The old man's pupils suddenly contracted. He licked his extremely dry lips and instantly lifted the furnace lid with his hand.

Boom! As soon as the lid was lifted, a surge of energy, like a waking dragon mixed with terrifying divine fluctuations, burst forth, as if a celestial deity was about to emerge.

"What the hell is that?" The old man's mind trembled violently, every hair on his body standing on end. That powerful divine fluctuation made his bloodline quiver.

The old man reacted without a moment's delay. A small red-gold shield instantly appeared before his face, divine patterns flowing on its surface, exuding a mysterious aura—it was an extraordinary treasure.

Boom! The very heavens and earth shook. From the furnace mouth, a gray, hazy mist burst forth, dazzlingly bright, shooting out violently and striking the shield.

"Bang!" A deafening roar split the sky, the surroundings exploding. The small shield hummed, its entire surface twisting slightly.

Under the old man's terrified gaze, it was not a single gray energy beam. Nine formidable, heart-shaking energy beams suddenly erupted, hammering heavily into the small shield.

Buzz! The entire small shield trembled and screeched, large sparks flying out. The immense recoil force sent the old man stumbling backward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The old man's mind quaked. The opponent's assault was extremely fierce. Finally, the red shield let out a mournful cry, cracks appearing on its surface before it exploded with a bang, fragments of metal falling in a shower.

The tremendous recoil nearly made the old man bleed out on the spot. His body shot backward like an arrow from a bow, and during the flight, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Boom! He had almost no power to resist. The life force within him had withered; he had reached the end of his life, able to muster very little energy. Finally, he slammed heavily into the wall.

"Ah—" The old man screamed, a sound like a pig being slaughtered. Bones within his body snapped, countless ribs breaking. His entire body was a miserable sight, blood flowing continuously.

Swish! As the old man screamed, a terrifying burst of soul power shot forth. He could no longer care about anything else, intending to shatter the souls of the two.

"Just in time!" Seeing this, Yang Tian smiled. From between his brows, a blood-red divine light suddenly shot out, radiating fluctuations that made heaven and earth tremble, like a divine light descending from beyond the realm.

The blood-red light moved with incredible speed, instantly striking the old man's soul power. A terrifying destructive force emerged, shattering the soul power and erasing it in the void.

"Ah—" The old man screamed, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His face twisted hideously; his soul power had suffered severe damage.

"You... you..." Pointing at the approaching man and woman, the old man's fingers trembled. Even a fool would realize by now that he had been tricked—they had drained his energy before coming out.

"Old bastard, if you had let us go earlier, none of this would have happened. Now you've caused so much trouble. What do you have to say for yourself?" Yang Tian rubbed his nose and couldn't help but smile.

"I hate this!" The old man roared, trembling with rage, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He regretted falling for Yang Tian's trick and felt like banging his head against the wall.

As the old man lowered his head, a hint of venom flashed in his eyes. A golden bead suddenly appeared in his palm, wrapped in golden lightning arcs, exuding a heart-stopping fluctuation.

However, just as the old man made a move, his entire body was instantly immobilized, unable to move a muscle, like a statue.

At that moment, Yang Tian stepped before the old man, his eyes scanning the bead. He couldn't help but smile: "A Thunder Pearl. I didn't expect you to have one of these."

Ignoring the old man's venomous glare, Yang Tian took the golden bead in his hand, then his gaze fell on the ring on the old man's finger.

The old man flew into a rage, his eyes nearly killing with their glare. He watched helplessly as Yang Tian removed the Void Ring, which he had treasured for half his lifetime, from his finger.