Chapter 480: Chapter 482: The Emperor Dies, No One to Accompany in Burial [2nd Release, Subscription Requested]

With a cold glare, Emperor Zhao lunged toward Wu Tian, unleashing the power of the Mahayana Realm as if intending to destroy the world.

BOOM!

Emperor Zhao’s fist struck Wu Tian, unleashing a burst of formidable power, yet Wu Tian remained completely unscathed.

Emperor Zhao gritted his teeth in disbelief. His eyes widened in surprise, but he continued to throw punch after punch. A single one of these fists could shatter a mountain, but when they landed on Wu Tian’s chest, they did nothing. They didn’t even leave a scratch.

"This is impossible."

Emperor Zhao still couldn’t accept it. He pressed the attack, seemingly suppressing Wu Tian completely with his Mahayana power. Yet, even after dozens of punches, Wu Tian remained entirely unaffected.

Wu Tian smirked coldly. Though his Realm was intact, his Spiritual Power was not. It was indeed difficult to defeat Emperor Zhao with conventional tactics, but things were different now. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

After Emperor Zhao had thrown twenty-one punches, Wu Tian, relying on his vast experience, found an opening and struck back with a single punch. On the surface, the exchange was completely one-sided. Emperor Zhao had landed dozens of punches on Wu Tian to no effect. But this one punch from Wu Tian landed with devastating power.

BOOM!

Just one punch sent Emperor Zhao spitting blood. His Yuan Force was simply no match for Spiritual Power.

"How can this be?" Emperor Zhao roared. "I am obviously stronger than you! I’ve hit you dozens of times, and you’ve only managed to hit me once! No matter how you look at it, I am your superior!"

Emperor Zhao wanted to flee, but Wu Tian wouldn’t allow it. The two remained locked in battle. Driven to a frenzy, Emperor Zhao shouted, "Fine, I’ll put my life on the line!" He continued to land dozens of punches on Wu Tian for every one that Wu Tian landed on him.

After an unknown number of rounds, Emperor Zhao had struck Wu Tian hundreds of times without leaving a mark. In total, Wu Tian had only landed a dozen or so punches, yet they had already turned Emperor Zhao’s face deathly pale.

"This is illogical! It makes no sense!"

With a desolate expression, Emperor Zhao retreated step by step. Wu Tian advanced, determined to trap him and finish him off.

Currently, Wu Tian’s defense was at the Immortal Emperor Realm. His attack power, however, was only equivalent to the Sixth Realm of Cultivation, Nascent Soul. It was no match for the offensive power of Emperor Zhao’s Eleventh Realm, Mahayana.

Wu Tian’s physical body was invincible. Of course, his attacks could be invincible as well. But it was like a weak man wearing impenetrable armor. Defending was easy—he just had to stand there. Attacking was another matter. The sheer weight of the armor was too much for an ordinary person to even lift. Wu Tian’s body was invincible, but he lacked the Spiritual Power to utilize its offensive capabilities. He could only move freely by relying on a Secret Technique; using that body to attack proved difficult.

Even so, killing Emperor Zhao would not be hard.

"Who will come to my rescue?" Emperor Zhao pleaded as he backed away, his face ashen. "Who will save me? Who in the world will save me?"

The nine Great Elders were already dead. The few Hall Masters were too terrified to approach. And the lackeys wouldn’t dare act so recklessly.

"Stop!"

No one else heard the voice, but Wu Tian did. It seemed to come from nowhere.

Wu Tian looked and saw a giant phantom of Emperor Zhao’s Nascent Soul.

The people of the Underground World had discovered cultivation relics and learned to practice from them. But what were relics? They were nothing more than remnants, most of which were incomplete. Though some of their ancestors tried to restore them, the resulting Cultivation Techniques were not the same as the originals. They differed from the cultivation of the old era. This Nascent Soul, for example, was fundamentally different from the ones that existed back then.

"I, Emperor Ying Zheng, apologize on behalf of my descendant. I ask that you leave him a thread of his lineage. Will you allow it?"

As the Nascent Soul of Ying Zheng spoke, the Void trembled. The voice of the first emperor in history filled the space with monarchal pressure.

Emperor Zhao was stunned. He had never expected that upon reaching the Mahayana Realm, his Nascent Soul would gain its own consciousness. He was overjoyed. Looking at Wu Tian, he said, "My own ancestor has apologized to you. Is that enough?"

Throughout history, has the First Emperor ever apologized to anyone? No one had ever heard of him bowing to anyone after becoming emperor! Since the First Emperor himself has apologized, Wu Tian should stop now, right?

"And why should I?" Wu Tian sneered, a mocking smile on his lips. "Are you telling me you don’t know if he’s your ancestor? It’s just a Nascent Soul. Does it really think it’s the First Emperor?"

Wu Tian was determined to kill Emperor Zhao today. No matter who pleaded for him, it would be useless. Let alone a fake First Emperor. If he didn’t kill Emperor Zhao today, the man would surely seek revenge in the future. Wu Tian could not let him live. He had to die. A sharp light glinted in Wu Tian’s eyes—his killing intent was absolute.

"You... you’re really going to kill me, no matter what? You really intend to commit regicide?" Emperor Zhao’s eyelids twitched violently, but he gritted his teeth. "Fine! If you want me dead, I won’t let any of you get away with this! I... choose to self-destruct and take you all with me!"

Wu Tian’s brow furrowed. His body, of course, did not fear Emperor Zhao’s self-destruction. But Qin Yuhan, the little one, and the others were nearby. They could not possibly withstand the blast.

Emperor Zhao had evidently realized this, which was why he acted so brazenly. He sneered, "How about it, Wu Tian? Still want to kill me? Force me to self-destruct! Then we’ll all be destroyed together!"

Wu Tian retrieved Qiao’er from his Nine Dragon Ring and said flatly, "If you want to self-destruct, then do it."

"You... you’re insane!" Emperor Zhao bellowed. "Did you all hear that? Wu Tian wants me to self-destruct! He isn’t giving you any chance to live!"

Some of the onlookers hesitated.

Liu Tianji immediately shouted, "Stay calm! I believe in him!"

His words quieted everyone down again, preventing them from panicking at Emperor Zhao’s words.

"Good! Good! Good! You all still trust him, even now!" Emperor Zhao shrieked. "When my ancestor, the First Emperor, died, others were buried with him. Today, as I die, you shall all accompany me!

"If I die, the Righteous Alliance perishes! From then on, the Evil Alliance will stand unopposed. The Underground World will fall into constant unrest, and it will all be your fault, Wu Tian!"

As his voice fell, Emperor Zhao began to self-destruct. His body swelled as the Void trembled around him, destructive power gathering within. In the next moment, he was about to explode.

"You can all accompany me! That way, I won’t be lonely!"

BOOM!

Finally, Emperor Zhao detonated, sending out waves of a destructive aura in all directions. It seemed as though everything would be ground to dust by the force of the blast.

Wu Tian raised the scabbard and commanded coldly, "Converge!"

All the destruction was sucked into the scabbard. Emperor Zhao ceased to exist.

When the First Emperor died, tens of thousands were buried with him.

When Emperor Zhao died, no one followed. Only bleak desolation remained.

His death signaled the end of the great battle and the end of the Righteous Alliance’s era. It took a long time for Liu Tianji and the others to come back to their senses. They stood gazing at Wu Tian’s back with expressions of shock and complexity.