Chapter 157: The Death of Gu Shaobai

"Di Shitian, go to hell!"

The Ancient Emperor roared, a hundred-meter-long silver sword slashing fiercely toward Di Shitian. The ferocious sword intent, resembling towering waves, practically threatened to tear this patch of space directly into fragments.

"Swoosh!"

Di Shitian failed to dodge in time, taking the full brunt of the sword strike as demonic blood instantly splattered in all directions.

Flapping his massive wings with all his might, he transformed into a gargantuan afterimage and instantly clashed wildly with the Ancient Emperor once more.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.

The Demon Clan and the Ancient Clan had long since fallen into a chaotic melee.

Donggong Qianxue, Bing Muer, Nalan Ruoshui, and Mu Wanqing, though they had only just broken through to the Circle-Dao Realm, possessed combat prowess comparable to Grand Yan Sovereigns.

Huangfu Meng, the reincarnated Zither Emperor, played an even more terrifying role. A single battle melody granted a certain degree of enhancement to the combat prowess of everyone on the Demon Clan's side.

With the addition of these five golden flowers, coupled with the Blood Demon Ancestor, the once ambitious Ancient Clan was completely thrown into a disadvantageous position.

"This tactical situation is quite decent."

Chen Changsheng touched his chin and smiled faintly.

Up in the air, the two factions were slaughtering each other amidst the gathering gloom, yet Chen Changsheng and his daughter stood calmly on the ground, gazing leisurely upward at this epic battle.

The father and daughter seemed to exist in a completely different world, utterly unaffected by the ferocious conflict around them.

"Mm. Dad, in my opinion, this battle shouldn't last much longer."

Chen Dier nodded and added, "Dad, your five golden flowers and that old man are quite formidable. If not for them, the Demon Clan would really have had a miserable time today."

"Naturally. In the future, we are the ones destined to act cool in the Realm of the Gods. If they aren't formidable, how are we supposed to act cool once we reach the Realm of the Gods?"

Chen Changsheng smiled faintly. "In the future, your dad plans to train those five golden flowers so they can conquer the battlefield, manage the parlor, and master the kitchen. After that, you and I will live like emperors every single day."

"Mm."

Chen Dier nodded, a look of eager anticipation blooming on her exquisitely carved, doll-like face.

Dad is simply so handsome!

High above.

As time ticked by, the battle between the two sides entered a white-hot phase.

A significant number of powerhouses from both factions had already perished in this unprecedented epic battle.

Clearly, the number of fallen powerhouses from the Ancient Clan far exceeded that of the Demon Clan.

Billowing clouds of blood mist filled the high heavens.

Fresh blood rained down continuously like droplets.

The air was thick with a pungent stench of blood.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A grand and muffled bell toll rang out, shaking the hearts of all who heard it.

Amidst the fierce combat, Donggong Fu had already unleashed the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Tossing the Eastern Emperor Bell into the air, its diameter instantly ballooned to several hundred meters, radiating an extremely ancient aura.

Amidst peal after peal of bell tolls, the colossal Eastern Emperor Bell descended from the sky, smashing fiercely into an Ancient Clan Grand Yan Sovereign.

"Boom!"

The Eastern Emperor Bell slammed that Ancient Clan Grand Yan Sovereign straight down to the ground, blasting a massive, deep crater into the earth.

The entire towering fairy mountain trembled violently.

Donggong Fu summoned it with a wave of his hand, and the Eastern Emperor Bell shot upward, shrinking back into a delicate little bronze bell gripped tightly in his palm.

The Ancient Clan Grand Yan Sovereign burst out from the deep crater, his body covered in severe cracks, fresh crimson blood gushing out continuously. He looked utterly wretched and tragic.

"Courting death!"

The Ancient Clan Grand Yan Sovereign roared, gripping a blood-red sword as he shot back up into the heavens, piercing toward Donggong Fu with extreme velocity.

Donggong Fu once again hurled the Eastern Emperor Bell outward abruptly.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Eastern Emperor Bell instantly expanded once more to a diameter of a hundred meters. The grand bell tolls shook people's souls as it pressed down ferociously toward the Ancient Clan Grand Yan Sovereign.

"Boom!"

The Eastern Emperor Bell smashed that Ancient Clan Grand Yan Sovereign down onto the ground yet again.

Although this Eastern Emperor Bell was merely a replica, it still possessed extraordinary combat power.

Donggong Fu's own cultivation had not even broken through to the Circle-Dao Realm yet, but with this Eastern Emperor Bell, he was able to contend with Grand Yan Sovereigns.

On the other side, the battle between the Ancient Emperor and Di Shitian continued.

The two strongest figures of their respective clans fought with earth-shattering fury. As they clashed wildly, waves of vast, surging energy swept outward continuously, compressing the space into rings of visible, grand ripples.

Amidst the fierce battle, the Ancient Emperor forced Di Shitian back with a single sword strike, swiftly scanning his surroundings, and his aged body trembled violently.

He saw that casualties among their Ancient Clan had already exceeded half.

That Blood Demon Ancestor hailing from the Immortal-Divine World possessed terrifyingly overwhelming strength; no Ancient Clan powerhouse could block him at all.

Meanwhile, energized by the battle melody, the powerhouses of the Demon Clan were driven to absolute madness.

Fighting to this point, their Ancient Clan was on the verge of collapse.

If things continued this way, it wouldn't be long before their Ancient Clan could no longer hold out at all.

"Bai'er, you—go capture that Young Master Chen immediately."

Furious to the extreme, the Ancient Emperor hurriedly transmitted his voice to Gu Shaobai: "As long as we capture that Young Master Chen, this epic battle will effectively be over."

"Father, understood!"

Gu Shaobai was already covered in scars from battle, his expression resembling that of a wounded beast, etched with madness.

Acknowledging the command, he turned his gaze toward the ground, where Chen Changsheng and his daughter stood calmly, appreciating this epic battle.

"Whoosh!"

Gu Shaobai brandished his blood-dripping sword, a cruel flash crossing his face as he swiftly dived downward toward the father and daughter on the ground.

At this moment, the blood within his body boiled to the extreme. As long as he could capture this Young Master Chen, their entire Ancient Clan might have the chance to enter that Immortal-Divine World in the future.

"First kill that little girl, then capture that Young Master Chen!"

A cruel, murderous intent played across Gu Shaobai's face. Holding his blood-stained sword, he dashed toward Chen Dier like a gale: "Little child, don't blame me; if you must blame someone, blame your own bad luck."

"Old Demon, hurry up and get back here to protect your liege!"

Noticing Gu Shaobai lunging at them like a ferocious fiend, Chen Changsheng was startled and hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs.

Only, the very next moment...

Gu Shaobai suddenly froze, his face violently twisting into an expression brimming with terror and shock.

Within his field of vision, tens of thousands of rays of divine splendor suddenly erupted from Chen Changsheng's body, and the sounds of the Great Dao emanated from him, ringing like a grand, booming bell.

"Crack!"

The battle sword in his hand suddenly shattered in an instant, crumbling into pieces just like paper-mache.

Then, even the fragments vanished entirely.

"Ah!"

Gu Shaobai screamed in terror, blood spurting from his facial orifices as he presented an utterly wretched sight.

He felt as though he was about to be blasted directly into dust by that terrifying sound of the Great Dao.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

With wide, bloodshot eyes and a wildly hammering heart, Gu Shaobai stared at Chen Changsheng in absolute terror: "We were wrong, we got it all wrong."

He suddenly turned around with all his might, fleeing recklessly: "Father, we were wrong! We've all been tricked!"

Was this Young Master Chen any ordinary young master? He was clearly a super powerhouse!

The sound of the Great Dao emanating merely from his body was enough to shake him into severe injuries.

Terrifying!

Terribly terrifying beyond belief!

If he didn't run, did he want to die?

"Bai'er, what on earth is going on?"

Seeing his battle sword gone, Gu Shaobai returning in a wretched state and fleeing in utter terror, the Ancient Emperor felt a mix of shock and confusion as he hurriedly rushed forward to meet him.

"That Young Master Chen..."

"Swoosh!"

Before Gu Shaobai could finish his words, a massive golden sword beam pierced forward abruptly, instantly impaling his heart.