King of Assassins-Chapter 719 - 533: Long Rainbow

Two enormous suns, one red and one blue, each occupied half of the sky. The red and blue suns intertwined, casting a deep dark purple hue over the world.

This purple was like congealed blood, exuding a fierce and violent aura.

Master Zhou stood in the middle of a vast valley, his beard and hair stained with blood, his battle armor in tatters, his eyes dull and lifeless.

Only the innate Eight Trigrams mirror in his hand shone with spiritual light, with eight gates of light scattered around, forming a domain that protected Master Zhou in the center.

As a super-tier gold powerhouse, though Master Zhou was far from equaling Gao Xuan, his individual combat power had reached the pinnacle of the human race.

His current plight was due to the huge differences between the laws of the Netherworld Realm and the Material Cosmos, severely limiting his source power. Most of his powerful divine artifacts couldn't exert their might.

Unfortunately, his aura was not tolerated by this realm; he was like a flame in the darkness, always attracting countless powerful enemies.

Master Zhou could barely keep using the innate Eight Trigrams Mirror, fleeing everywhere, and thus surviving until now.

However, at this point, he had nowhere to run.

Both front and back, above and below the valley were besieged by the Ghost Prison tribe. These Ghost Prison tribe members had semi-metallic, semi-flesh bodies and were extraordinarily strong. They also had flying ships, giant cannons, and other heavy combat weapons.

The experts of the Ghost Prison tribe were proficient in shifting between reality and illusion, and could lock onto enemies with spiritual power.

Master Zhou was locked onto with spiritual power by the Ghost Prison tribe's experts, unable to escape.

The innate Eight Trigrams Mirror couldn't connect to the Sea of Source Power, and after prolonged use, it was incapable of teleporting over long distances.

Master Zhou looked up; above, two enormous black warships guarded either side.

The warships were shaped like ancient giant ships, but were entirely made of black metal. Many giant cannons were installed on the five-tiered decks of the massive ships.

Three tall metallic cloud sails hummed in the fierce wind, their roar echoing for thousands of miles, exuding grandeur.

Master Zhou had dealt with the Ghost Prison tribe thousands of times and knew that the appearance of such level warships meant there were at least Seventh-Turn Ghost Prison experts present.

In the Netherworld Realm, Seventh-Turn Ghost Prison experts could fight him evenly. What was more frightening was that the Ghost Prison tribe was very orderly, and a Seventh-Turn level expert would inevitably bring a large number of subordinates.

Around the two giant warships were hundreds of Ghost Prison tribe warriors riding Iron Eagles.

These Iron Eagles, shaped like eagles with a wingspan of seven meters, had saddles for riders. Ghost Prison tribe warriors soared through the sky on Iron Eagles, capable of long-range attacks with crossbow arrows and firearms.

The Iron Eagles themselves had formidable combat power. These elite Iron Eagle riders could fly swiftly and were very strong in battle.

The hundreds of Ghost Prison tribe Iron Eagle riders circling in the air signified the Ghost Prison tribe's high regard for him.

In the valley, there were tens of thousands of elite Ghost Prison tribe warriors. These Ghost Prison tribe warriors wore black metal armor, revealing only their pitch-black, ugly faces.

The Ghost Prison tribe members were all tall and ugly, with blood-red eyes. The tribe was strictly hierarchical, with lower-tier members required to obey higher-tier ones.

This group of Ghost Prison tribe members were looters by nature, thriving on battle and slaughter.

Since Master Zhou killed a few Ghost Prison tribe experts, he had been entangled with this group.

Calculated in Material Cosmos time, he had been entangled with them for at least decades.

At this step, Master Zhou knew there was no path left for him. He felt unwilling, but helpless.

In the Netherworld Realm, source power was strictly suppressed. He could traverse star rivers, but here he couldn't even defeat a mere Seventh-Transformation War General of the Ghost Prison tribe.

A tall Ghost Prison tribe member jumped directly from the warship deck, landing with a boom in front of Master Zhou.

The ground within several tens of meters collapsed deeply, sand and earth flew up, stirring up a vast cloud of dust.

This tall Ghost Prison tribe member stepped out of the deep pit in a single stride, pointing at Master Zhou and shouting, "You have some skills. I'll give you a chance, become my ghost slave, and you can live."

Master Zhou had long learned their language, and he could understand the Ghost Prison tribe member's speech. He glanced at the member's brow, noting a seven-layer deep red circle mark there.

After fighting the Ghost Prison tribes for decades, Master Zhou knew it represented a Seventh-Turn expert of the Ghost Prison tribe.

Just a mere Seventh-Turn Ghost Prison tribe member wanted to subdue him? What a dream!

Even if King Zhuanlun, the strongest of the Ghost Prison tribe, was present, he would not surrender. As a super-tier gold powerhouse, he still had his pride.

Zhang Daoyuan might do something like that, but the Ghost Prison tribe had their methods of controlling people. Kneeling in surrender was easy; once imprinted with the Ghost Prison tribe's spiritual mark, it would be hard to break free.

From then on, life and death wouldn't be his to control. What meaning would there be in just surviving?

Besides, with these brutal and fierce Ghost Prison tribes, how could they have the right to subdue him?

"You think you're worthy."

Master Zhou sneered. Knowing he had no path to survival, he directly activated the eight gates of the Innate Eight Trigrams Mirror.

The eight gates of light that enveloped all sides retracted onto Master Zhou.

He murmured in a low voice, "Heaven and earth, open. Mountain and lake, open."

Opening four gates, the source power stored within the Innate Eight Trigrams Mirror poured onto Master Zhou.

Though the Netherworld Realm's laws suppressed source power, this level of source power reaction was still very fierce.

The Ghost Prison War General opposite sensed something was wrong, but the strange source power reaction made it difficult for him to discern the source of the power.

Having become a war general of the Ghost Prison tribe, he had faced countless battles. In the face of the unknown, his first reaction wasn't to retreat, but to charge directly to eliminate Master Zhou.

As long as he killed the other party, the problem would be solved.

This idea is very simple, yet very effective. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The Ghost Prison Race War General thrust his spear fiercely at Master Zhou. His strike was incredibly powerful and fierce.

Master Zhou, however, ignored the opponent and continued to chant, "Water and fire, open, wind and thunder, open!"

The Eight Sects of the Innate Eight Trigrams Mirror all opened, and Master Zhou's power suddenly surged eightfold. The Source Power, which had been suppressed by the Otherworld's laws, forcefully broke through a sliver of those restrictions at this moment.

In that fleeting instant, the energy within Master Zhou's body reached an alarming magnitude.

The Ghost Prison Race War General's heavy iron spear barely touched Master Zhou's body before he was vaporized into a wisp of blue smoke by the release of Source Power and Divine Light.

Seeing this scene, the Ghost Prison Race instinctively stepped back a few paces.

The experts on the giant warship of the Ghost Prison Race also sensed danger. They hurriedly ordered the warship to set its sails and retreat into the distance.

With all the Eight Sects open, Master Zhou's body had become semi-transparent and luminous.

He noticed the movement of the warship and reached out with an imaginary grasp. A golden dazzling large hand manifested out of thin air, scooping down and grasping both warships in its clutch.

As the golden giant hand gradually tightened, the two enormous steel warships twisted and deformed, eventually falling into countless fragments from the golden hand.

Such divine power terrified the Ghost Prison Race on the ground. Thousands of Ghost Prison Race soldiers frantically turned around and started fleeing.

Master Zhou sneered; having been chased to a desperate situation by this group, he had to open all Eight Sects, leaving no chance for the enemy to escape.

The gigantic golden hand that blocked the twin suns descended with a thunderous crash that shook the heavens, causing a collapse across hundreds of miles.

Mountains, rivers, hills, birds, beasts, and the Ghost Prison Race were all crushed into dust under this mighty hand.

When the golden giant hand slowly dissipated, a massive palm print remained imprinted on the ground.

The thousands of exterminated Ghost Prison Race turned into strands of faint blood-colored flame, drifting away like vapor with the gusts of power.

Master Zhou knew that this blood qi was the essence qi of the Ghost Prison Race condensed; absorbing it could increase one's own power. However, the Human Race's bodies couldn't withstand this kind of blood qi power erosion.

Only life from the Netherworld Realm could absorb this blood qi power.

Such a vast amount of blood qi power could likely cultivate an Eighth Revolution expert. Wasting it like this seemed somewhat regrettable.

But, he was about to die, so it didn't matter anymore.

Master Zhou stood in the center of the palm print, no longer thinking about these trivial matters.

He had been chased by this group for decades, never a day of peace. Now that he had wiped out the pursuers in one stroke, he felt an immense relief.

This palm print would be the only trace he left for the Netherworld Realm. But what of it... who would know, and who would care?

Buried in the Otherworld, turned to flying ashes, such a fate was truly lamentable.

As the divine light on Master Zhou's body grew stronger, he couldn't help but feel a sense of yearning.

Just as Master Zhou was about to completely transform into light, a flash of light appeared, and Gao Xuan suddenly emerged out of thin air.

Gao Xuan, clad in a silver sword robe, with a longsword at his waist, remained as extraordinarily handsome and graceful as ever.

Master Zhou had once deeply resented Gao Xuan, but seeing him before his death, he found that resentment had vanished.

He smiled at Gao Xuan, "I'm surprised you came, really unexpected."

Gao Xuan also noticed something was wrong with Master Zhou. He said helplessly, "I seem to be late."

Master Zhou shook his head, "Not late, just in time."

Had Gao Xuan arrived earlier, Master Zhou would've been unable to let go of his resentment. A moment later, and he would have been dead. All things would have ended.

"The Netherworld Realm is extremely dangerous; you should quickly return."

Master Zhou said seriously, "It's best to think of a way to seal the entrance to the Netherworld Realm. Once the two realms are connected, it will be the end of the Human Race…"

He had spent decades in the Netherworld Realm and had some understanding of the place. The laws of the Netherworld Realm suppressed Source Power. However, life here was very compatible with Source Power. Once these ferocious life forms invaded the Material Cosmos, the situation would be dire.

Moreover, it was said there were several powerful divines in the Netherworld. This was the most terrifying part.

Gao Xuan couldn't help but sigh again, "I will do my best."

The connection of the two realms' spaces is the mighty inexhaustible power of nature. Even with his Divine Enthronement, it was challenging to close the natural connection of the two realms' spaces.

Master Zhou told Gao Xuan, "I don't like you, even highly loathe you. But you are the strongest of the Human Race; I hope you bear the responsibility of safeguarding the Human Race."

He then said calmly, "I'll leave the Innate Eight Trigrams Mirror to you, though it's not of much use."

As Master Zhou spoke, he pointed to the Innate Eight Trigrams Mirror, and the mirror transformed into a stream of light landing in Gao Xuan's hand.

Gao Xuan glanced at the Innate Eight Trigrams Mirror in his hand, "Since you are about to die, stop worrying. Leave in peace."

"Life is like a dream; death is like waking up..."

Master Zhou smiled, "I was being obsessive; I shall take my leave."

Before the words were spoken, Master Zhou transformed into a long rainbow and shot up into the sky.

Under the light of the red and blue twin suns, the seven-colored rainbow connecting heaven and earth lingered for a long time.

(Not in good condition, sorry everyone~)