Chapter 1837: The Spirit Emperor Acknowledges His Master

"We might not necessarily lose. Forget it..."

With the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, the Ruthless One, Fire Xu Ancient Saint, Ink Spirit Ancient Saint... even if the opponent had shattered the void, they might not be able to kill everyone. If so, what was there to worry about?

His tense state of mind relaxed in an instant, his face showing neither joy nor sorrow, revealing nothing of his emotions.

The "god" let his gaze wander over the two men, then after a moment frowned: "You both prayed to the heavens using your own lifeblood. Give me your blood, and I will surely be able to tell the true from the false!"

He had thought they were just a bunch of natives, and with his abilities and status, he could easily see through them. He never dreamed that after looking for so long, he wouldn't see a damn thing.

It felt like both were real.

There couldn't be two Spirit Emperors in the world, but even if a fake was disguised perfectly, their bloodline couldn't be exactly the same, could it?

Soon, two drops of blood flew over. As his divine sense swept over them, the "god's" confident face grew confused.

They were exactly the same!

What was going on?

"God, this impostor is impersonating me, deceiving the envoy—his crime is unforgivable..." Seeing him examining the blood, Spirit Emperor thought he had found something and gritted his teeth.

"Shut up!"

Slap!

The "god" slapped him across the face, sending him spinning in place.

Having no discernment at all, unable to distinguish truth from falsehood and already embarrassed, yet he kept babbling here—was he asking for death?

"I..." Spirit Emperor covered his face, trembling with rage.

"The real Spirit Emperor, through his sacrifice to the heavens, allowed me to descend. The fake surely wouldn't know exactly how many treasures were used or their total value... Both of you write it down and show me. The one with the accurate value will naturally be the real one!"

After a moment's hesitation, the "god" said.

Since Spirit Emperor had sacrificed to the heavens to heal his injuries and spent a great price to summon him, he would certainly know the cost of the sacrifice clearly.

"This..."

Spirit Emperor was taken aback, then nodded: "Fine!"

With that, he took out a jade slip and, with a thought, inscribed the value of the treasures he knew.

Seeing him begin, Zhang Xuan paused, then also took out a jade slip and began to write.

He had no idea how to perform the sacrifice, how to communicate with the heavens, or how much it cost. He had to admit, this "god" was clever; from this alone, he had seized on the weakness of an impostor.

However, when he had disguised himself as the appraiser Wu Tao, he had seen all the treasures. Moreover, the souls of those who had died in the sacrifice had been devoured by the Saint's Trace Stone and absorbed by him and his clone, so he knew the exact quantities and grades.

After a moment's thought, he immediately recorded the precise value and quantity.

Taking both jade slips, the "god" swept his divine sense over them, then narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on the nearby Spirit Emperor as if he might kill him at any moment.

"Senior..."

Seeing his expression, Spirit Emperor felt a foreboding. Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the other's hand descend through the air.

"You dare deceive even me? You're asking for death..."

Boom!

As if heaven and earth were splitting apart, Spirit Emperor's body was locked in place, unable even to flee. Infinite power poured down, as if to crush him into a pulp.

"No..."

Never expecting that he, the real one, would be killed by the "god" he had summoned at great cost, Spirit Emperor was so frustrated he nearly fainted. With a roar, he opened all his acupoints, and the true qi within him surged violently.

In an instant, his body grew to over two zhang tall, the peak power of blood rebirth burning like flames.

Slap!

The flames went out, and Spirit Emperor fell from the air, crashing into the center of the royal city. The altar collapsed, leaving a huge crater.

"So strong..."

Zhang Xuan's brows jumped.

Standing nearby, he could clearly see that this "god" hadn't used his full strength. With a casual slap, even Spirit Emperor at the peak of blood rebirth, using all his power, couldn't withstand it...

Was this the power of shattering the void?

Earlier, he had thought that with the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, Fire Xu Ancient Saint, and the others, they might be able to fight. Now he realized... it was impossible.

The gap was too great; it wasn't something numbers could solve.

It was like the difference between an Ancient Saint and a Great Saint—a difference in life level, not quantity.

His heart was shaken, but also full of doubt. Could it be that... Spirit Emperor didn't know the exact value of his sacrificial items, while he himself had written it correctly?

Otherwise, why would this "god" attack him?

Zhang Xuan's guess was right. Spirit Emperor was truly collapsing at that moment.

He had prepared countless treasures and summoned almost all the famous appraisers of the Spirit race, yet still couldn't determine the exact value... Why did this fake know?

Appearance, soul aura, bloodline... even this was exactly the same. He felt that he himself was the fake and the other was real.

Boom!

Charging out of the crater, Spirit Emperor ground his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his head. His hair stood on end from the impact of his aura, his gaze firm and unshakable.

"So the god from the heavens thinks I am the fake?"

"What, you still won't admit it?"

The "god" narrowed his eyes, a force swirling in his palm, ready to burst forth and blast the latter to dust.

"Since you think so, I cannot refute it. I can only say that the other's disguise is too skilled. But..."

Taking a deep breath, Spirit Emperor's face twisted with ferocity: "I am willing to offer my life as a sacrifice, to become your servant, your attendant, to obey your commands all my life without regret. And him..."

He paused, then coldly looked at Zhang Xuan: "Does he dare?"

With that, a drop of lifeblood flew from his brow, straight toward the "god" before him.

If the latter accepted it, he would become like a contracted spirit beast, a servant who could be summoned at will.

His life and death would no longer be under his control.

"This bastard..."

Zhang Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

No wonder he had said earlier that he was more ruthless than Emperor Chen Yong, that he could even give up his life... Zhang Xuan had thought he was referring to the sacrifice, but he had already decided to offer his entire self to the other!

No wonder he hadn't cared about the deaths of the kings he had recruited, nor shown any panic. His greatest trump card was this "god."

By becoming a servant, he would naturally gain full trust. As the master, helping the servant quell a rebellion would be only natural.

Whoosh!

The "god" extended a finger, absorbing the blood into his brow. In the next moment, he had grasped the other's will and soul, able to kill him with a single thought.

Having done this, he turned to look at Zhang Xuan, his eyes no longer calm but cold.

Zhang Xuan's heart tightened.