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Chapter 627 - 626: Ancestral Dragon Ying Zheng Pleads for Mercy, But Nothing Can Be Reversed [Second Update]

In the vision filled with blood fog.

Everyone only saw the nine heads of the Nine Nether Ao being crushed one by one by that Daoist Celestial Venerable.

Brain matter and blood splattered across the stars.

The Nine Nether Ao fell completely.

Fallen in utmost pain and fear.

When its last head was crushed, there was only one regretful thought in its mind.

Why did I oppose this person?

...

The Chaos Tai Chi Diagram dissipated under the combined assault of several Quasi-Saints.

But they no longer had the courage to advance further.

The tragic death of the Nine Nether Ao left everyone in despair.

They had seen that even the divine power of the Nine Nether Ao, no matter how it was unleashed upon this Taixu Celestial Venerable, could cause no harm.

He had become completely invincible against them.

"Could it be that he has already become a Saint?"

This was the thought in everyone’s minds, a thought that brought despair.

One Quasi-Saint could not suppress his fear and knelt before Lin Heng under the incredulous gaze of the world’s strongest.

This old Quasi-Saint, tearful: "Celestial Venerable, I don’t want to die, please spare me."

"No matter what you ask of me, I am willing, just spare my life!"

His lead shattered the pride and dignity of the remaining Quasi-Saints.

One by one, the Quasi-Saints knelt down.

"Spare us, Celestial Venerable, I am willing to be a servant, to brave sword and fire for Daoism."

"Spare us, sob sob..."

The fearful cries echoed through the Celestial Domain.

All the observing strong ones were dumbstruck.

This scene was bizarre and made people sigh.

It is known that all present were Quasi-Saints with aspirations of proving the Dao.

In their era, they were the most dazzling stars of the world, undefeated heroes among countless peerless talents.

Setting aside the Saints, they were the pinnacle of existence in this world.

Yet now, they were kneeling and begging for mercy before the same person...

This brought a moment of disorientation to all the strong ones focused on the scene.

"Because of their dedication to proving the Dao, they have risen above all and laughed last untill today."

"But also because they wanted so much to reach the highest place, they did not want to fall at the finish line, so they abandoned their dignity..."

"They succeeded due to their heart for proving the Dao, yet it is also what destroyed them."

"Life is what people desire."

Mencius, with a complex expression, could not help but sigh.

However, Lin Heng had no mercy, despite his injuries not yet healed, his body had already grown, he walked towards the sobbing Quasi-Saint, and there was no emotion in Lin Heng’s eyes.

"She is dead, and there is no room left."

Boom!

The Quasi-Saint was blown into a mist of blood in despair.

Lin Heng walked to the next one, a punch fell, reduced to dust.

The remaining Quasi-Saints understood Lin Heng’s relentless resolve to kill.

Those observing from the outside were also shocked by the scene.

No doubt, this would be the day when the most strong ones in the world fell since the Divine Enthronement War, a day destined to be recorded in ancient history.

Because the power demonstrated by Lin Heng had exceeded comprehension.

Clearly without proving the Dao, yet killing Quasi-Saints was like slaughtering chickens.

Such combat power, made the whole world shiver.

The remaining Quasi-Saints had no suspense, regardless of their resistance, they could not escape the fate of being killed with a punch.

Very soon.

Lin Heng stood in front of the three Quasi-Saints of the Dragon Race.

At that time, these three Quasi-Saints were already scared out of their wits.

They couldn’t understand how the young Daoist Lord who came to the North Sea to release Shen Gongbao and Ao Bing a hundred years ago had grown to such an invincible level today.

Remember that over a hundred years ago.

The Daoist Lord in front, was just an ant they could easily crush with a flick of the finger.

But who could have thought, with time’s passage, today that person had become the most terrifying monster...

"Don’t kill me... don’t kill me..."

They were trembling, crying, and begging for mercy.

Lin Heng smirked coldly.

One could say, today among all the Quasi-Saints, besides the Nine Nether Ao who wanted to kill the Cyan and White Snake the most, these three were the most ruthless in their actions.

No mercy was to be found, with an expression cold as ice, Lin Heng raised his hand to execute.

But at this moment.

The void trembled violently.

A magnificent aura surged in, accompanied by an urgent plea.

"Taixu Celestial Venerable, please spare them!"

Lin Heng looked coldly, it was the Old Dragon King of the Dragon Race.

He traversed the void to arrive, his body spanning a million miles, his aura overwhelming, blotting out the sky, exuding a might that resonated across the eight wildernesses.

He too had walked his own path, surpassing the limits of regular Quasi-Saints.

However, facing Lin Heng, this Old Dragon King with a peerless status and power, dared not maintain the arrogance of the past.

He cautiously used a negotiating tone:

"I deeply regret the death of the White Snake, but I must say, she died at the hands of East Buddha."

"These three clan members of mine should not have been enemies with you, Daoism. I hereby apologize to you, hoping you can spare them in the name of old acquaintances..."

The Old Dragon King lowered his stance, making one all the more aware of how terrifying the aura of that Celestial Venerable was.

However, facing the humility of the Old Dragon King, Lin Heng didn’t even glance at him, coldly said: "East Buddha, I will kill, and them, the same."

Lin Heng said as he struck out a palm towards the fire dragon before him.

A trace of anger appeared on the Old Dragon King’s face, just at that moment, an Immortal Sword emerged from the void behind him, slicing aside Lin Heng’s palm.

But then, it obediently hovered in front of Lin Heng.

For it was the Immortal-Trap Sword from the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

During the battle with Venerable Emperor Chong’en, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords were scattered to the edge of the universe, and Lin Heng died soon after, thus these four swords were lost, found by different people.

And appearing behind the Old Dragon King now, was none other than the Great Qin Ancestral Dragon, Emperor Ying Zheng.

"After that battle back then, I sent people to retrieve this Immortal Sword, now returning it to its rightful owner."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, it makes me pleased to see you again."

Ying Zheng stood under the stars, arms crossed behind his back, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

He was a born King.

Facing anyone, he remained composed.

Lin Heng gently stroked the Immortal-Trap Sword bestowed by the Ancestral Master Shangqing, whispering: "Thank you."

Ying Zheng hesitated but finally said seriously: "Since your ascension, to when you needed allies to fight Venerable Emperor Chong’en, I dare say, regardless of the reasons, I have helped you quite a bit."

"Could you grant me a favor today and spare them?"

At these words, the world fell silent.

Everyone turned to Lin Heng.

Lin Heng laughed, beneath the laughter suddenly cold, towards Ying Zheng he said: "Your Majesty’s help then, I remember in my heart."

"But I also have a word for Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

The next second, he heard Lin Heng shout solemnly: "If not for giving you face, what I want to kill is the whole Dragon Race!"

Thunder shook the heavens and earth.

Lin Heng slashed down with his sword, the three Dragon Race Quasi-Saints, blood splattered across the stars.