Chapter 124.1: The Canary Must Be Far Prettier Than My Ugly Self
A thousand-meter titan wasn't much in the eyes of Supremes. Normally, a simple raise of the hand would be enough to suppress him.
However, the moment their gazes met the giant clad in blood-red armor—the moment those murderous crimson eyes swept over them, a cold, primal fear seized their hearts.
Forcibly crushing down the sudden terror, Supreme Lan Mei sneered at Qi Yuan. "We have a treasure forged by Great Supremes themselves, which holds offense and defense in one. So what if you have many Supremes? You can't stop us! The South will fall in the North South Pact, and all of you will die!"
In truth, Supreme Lan Mei was already preparing to run. The other Supremes felt the same. After all, they were facing over a hundred early-stage Supremes.
Akin to a colossal god of death risen from hell, Qi Yuan held his broken sword. His cold, merciless eyes swept across the twenty plus Supremes. His voice grew even more eerie, almost deranged. "Some people don’t realize they’ve seen the future, even when it’s right before their eyes."
The massive blade glowed with a twisted, sinister light, blood-red energy churning across its edge. Qi Yuan swung the sword, unleashing the Ruler of the Void - Inner Demon Lure.
As the sword descended, he roared, "This is your future!"
A torrent of blood-rain burst from the sword, pouring down like a monsoon and drenching all twenty-seven Supremes.
Only Supreme Yang Han and Ning Tao were spared. Greed, pride, gluttony, lust— every dark emotion a human could feel was hidden in that rain, worming straight into their hearts. The Supremes froze in confusion, before being swallowed whole by terror.
"You... what have you done...?" Supreme Lan Mei's voice faltered.
Even though their treasure should’ve granted full immunity! How did that sword manage to Pierce their defense?!
Supreme Lan Mei's face twisted. Then, something horrifying happened.