The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 903 - 360: Jester Emperor, Come and Meet Your Doom!

"Idiot..."

The newlywed bride blocked the Bone King’s corpse with one arm, turned her head, and saw the spreading "Breath of Heartbreak," her peach blossom eyes twitching twice.

Having no choice, she plunged into the blood rain to avoid the erosion on a mental level.

When the storm had passed, she immediately emerged, moving like a ghost, and flashed behind the Ye Tieqi.

"My body is indestructible, my heart unbreakable..."

"All shades and specters are but fleeting shadows; if a disaster of bloodlight arises, it shall recoil upon its master..."

Majestic prayers, mysterious supplications.

Holding the authority of an S-class ’True Word Order Master,’ the Ye Tieqi pinched a strange spell in his hand.

The attacking bride, whose hand was initially aimed at his neck, suddenly swung past and slashed at herself instead.

"Sizzle—"

The bride’s head fell to the ground, and the headless body lay motionless, blood spurting from the severed neck in a moment of gore.

But the Ye Tieqi did not relax his muscles; the merged beast spirit beneath him instantly carried him ten miles away, wary and cautious.

"This is somewhat interesting."

"The abilities of the Human Race are indeed special, moving in tandem with Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits. A vulnerable woman like myself, acting alone, could actually get hurt."

A line of blood burst forth, the beautiful severed head on the ground instantly returned to its place.

The bride regained her mobility, licked her blood-red lips, and her wicked smile became more unrestrained.

"Boom!!"

The Bone King’s corpse threw a punch, transforming its arm into a cage, trapping the bride.

The great battle continued, the scales of victory unclear.

Meanwhile, the Heartbroken Witch was hit a second time by the Divine Blood Cannon, blowing apart her left arm.

The shiny flesh fragments, like crushed diamonds, floated with the wind and refused to fall to the ground.

"All of you go die! Die! Die!!"

She went completely berserk, dragging her battered body and howling as she rushed toward Ye Xuanren.

"Bang bang bang! Thud thud thud! Cool cool cool!"

Up above Without-Sun City, inside the Five-Colored Divine Palace, a sudden clamor of drums and gongs erupted.

Young male demons danced and sang.

Ugly insects carried trays of fragrant fruits to the guests’ tables.

There were muscular Demi-humans laughing wildly, brandishing whips, striking Savage tigers and Savage lions jumping through fiery rings and ice holes...

Before anyone knew it, a group of invaders from the Abyss of the Red Dust had become the audience under the stage, laughing and cheering loudly, the scene extremely lively.

"Hahaha, so this is the famous Ming Lamp Night Clan?"

"Just two False Gods and they’re all in disarray, how ineffective."

"Indeed, seeing is believing; having seen it today, I’m truly taken aback."

"The Ye Clan, which in the early Near Ancient Era no one dared provoke, actually has such a downfall; if my ancestors were alive, they’d be so surprised they couldn’t close their mouths..."

Cold mockery, gloating, and kicking the mighty as they fall—the Five-Colored Divine Palace teemed with haughty beings.

Of course, none compared to the Jester Emperor, who actually propped his cheeks, eyes drooping as if he had fallen asleep.

The Ming Lamp Night Clan, facing the crisis of destruction, was so insignificant to Him, considered an easy catch, all within reach?

"Boom!!"

Ye Ying, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly burst forth a blazing halo from beneath her, and leapt up like a roc spreading its wings.

She did not put down her bow case but carried it directly on her back.

At her side, four Holy Spirits appeared, each taking the form of a weapon: a saw, a spear, a mace, and a dart—all manifestations of Holy Beasts.

"Tear!!"

The halo-linked saw cleaved through the Breath of Heartbreak, heading straight for the Heartbroken Witch.

The dart was even faster, spinning once and covering tens of thousands of meters in distance, cutting off one of the Heartbroken Witch’s dog ears.

The spear and mace stood guard on either side, one with a sharp tip, light bodied, the other blunt and heavy-bodied.

"Boom!!"

The Divine Blood Cannon fired a third time, blasting a huge hole in the Heartbroken Witch’s chest.

With a frosty expression, Ye Ying suddenly appeared in front of the witch, performing a cleaving motion in the void; the dart cut off the second dog ear, the saw vertically cleaved the witch’s body, the spear pierced her left heart, and the mace smashed, shattering the flesh of her left leg downwards.

"Ancestral Saint Ye Ying, vanquisher of demons and all evils, invincible!"

Dozens of white-haired Elders could not contain their excitement, their eyes shining brighter than gems.

Ye Ying—sanctified in the Tenth Epoch of the Near Ancient Era!

But in the Ninth Epoch of the Near Ancient Era, in those greener and more vibrant years, she carried the title of Young Emperor, always radiant and the center of attention.

Now, time had passed; she was no longer young, no longer possessed a delicate face.

Yet she had nearly outlived all her peers, assuming the emperor’s mantle and reaching the pinnacle within the saintly ranks.

SS class—Holy Slaughter Master!

Slaughtering saints as if slaughtering dogs, an effortless feat, that was the reputation she had built!

It had been a long, long time since she had personally taken action; silent but deadly, her re-emergence today was still as dominant!

"Pfft!!"

The Heartbroken Witch’s plasma, like celestial flowers scattering, fell to the ground.

Ye Ying remotely waved her arm; the saw, spear, mace, and dart, the four Beast Soldiers divided the flesh and continued to ravage its essence of life.

Soon, the Heartbroken Witch’s mad howls abruptly stopped, she fell into a pool of blood, her breathing growing fainter.

The Divine Blood Cannon fired a fourth time, and Ye Ying crushed down the final blow.