Chapter 1034: Chapter 1033 – The Bronze Mirror Breaks, the Daoist Exits

Chapter 1033 – The Bronze Mirror Breaks, the Daoist Exits

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The light originated from a sleek and breathtaking beautiful pestle of light.

This pestle was held in a steady and terrifying hand.

This hand belonged to the Angel that had broken out of the misty light.

This Angel of Sacred Light governed war and was named Anger's Flame by Bie Yanghong. Its eyes of inhuman emotion were brimming with violence and a desire to kill.

In its eyes, these human experts were naught but ants.

That it had been held by these ants for so long was a humiliation that it could not bear.

To purge this humiliation, it had decided to kill everyone around this courtyard—no, everyone in this entire city.

The seemingly solid liquid light sprinkled into the surrounding sky at its will, carrying with it an unimaginable power.

Any living being that touched this liquid light would become cold, losing both its breath and soul.

Whether it was the birds in the sky or the flowers and trees growing along the stream outside the courtyard.

Golden light poured over the Li Palace's array, and countless bolts of lightning lit up the darkness, bringing with them the booming sound of thunder and powerful attacks.

The Falling Star Stone was spinning quickly, but the black passage was getting smaller. The Gloom Willow appeared mottled and all the treasures began to be suppressed.

The Angel saw those ants still struggling, and the brutality in its eyes deepened. It let out a howl bursting with the desire to kill.

The howl descended upon the ground, bringing a massive gale that burst the eardrums of many priests, even knocking some of the weaker ones unconscious.

Finally, the porcelain jar completely broke, shattering shard by shard, just like the blue sky suddenly appearing over everyone's head.

The Falling Star Stone, the Gloom Willow, and the other treasures flew back into the hands of the Prefects.

The Li Palace's grand array was broken, and as the ones maintaining it, they suffered the greatest backlash. They instantly paled as giant waves raged in their seas of consciousness.

Tang Thirty-Six, as the array pivot, suffered the greatest damage. He vomited blood and swayed, his hand almost losing its grip on the Divine Staff.

The cosmetic-buying girl rushed back to his side and steadied him while the other Tang clan experts surrounded him.

The blind zither player arduously stood up, his blood-covered fingers shakily plucking the zither strings, letting out dull notes.

The darkness swept out from the courtyard. Unaffected by the zither notes, it quickly came to the gate.

The Demon Lord walked out of the darkness.

He held a stone pestle in his hand. There seemed nothing special about it, but it seemed to magically attract everyone's attention.

The Angel also emerged from the darkness, but it was higher in the sky, above everyone.

The light pouring down from the sky did not drive away the darkness, but followed the darkness in shrouding the courtyard and its surroundings.

Everyone felt an unimaginable pressure and their faces rapidly paled.

Several hundred priests forced themselves to endure the pain as their seas of consciousness were shaken. They lowered their heads and began to recite scriptures.

The pious voices of recitation resounded around the courtyard, resisting the pressure of the light and naturally adding a hint of tragedy to the scene.

Linghai Zhiwang, An Lin, and the other Prefects came to the front gate of the courtyard and stared at the Demon Lord.

They knew that if they wanted to survive today, their only chance was to kill the Demon Lord before the Angel could strike.

But would the Angel give them this chance?

"I had no intention of using this method to kill all of you."

The Demon Lord ruefully sighed. "Alas, none of you gave me any other choice."

The blind zither player remained silent, Linghai Zhiwang's expression flickered, and Tang Thirty-Six tightly gripped the Divine Staff.

You are reading story Ze Tian Ji at novel35.com

They could hear that the Demon Lord was speaking the truth.

……

……

Two Angels of the Sacred Light, separated by a hundred-some li, appeared in the sky at the same time.

The two shores of the Red River, whether in was the mountains or the city of stone, were entirely wrapped in light.

This light contained a monstrous pressure and announced that a powerful being from another world was descending.

Witnessing this sight and feeling the divine pressure of that light scared the people of White Emperor City out of their wits. Many people simply sat on the ground out of fright, and even the bravest demi-human warrior paled, unable to summon even a shred of courage.

The demi-human personages who had entered the Imperial City, like Jin Yulu, Xiaode, the Shi clan leader, and the Bear tribe leader, also saw those two Angels in the sky. They still stood, not falling over in fear, but they had extremely unpleasant expressions.

The observation platform remained quiet. The White Emperor might be fighting against Madam Mu, so who would handle these two Angels?

These two Angels were opponents that they could not possibly defeat, which made them extremely furious and unwilling.

"I'm very unhappy."

Jin Yulu took a massive axe from the Bear tribe leader's belt and turned to Xiaode. "You throw me into the sky. I want to try and hack off their heads."

He was the oldest and most powerful of those present, so no one objected.

The other demi-human experts were also very unhappy.

Xiaode coldly said, "I plan to ride a black vulture up there and see if I can stab my blade into that fellow."

The Bear tribe leader said, "Then I'll throw."

Jin Yulu agreed and pointed at the Angel above White Emperor City. "I'll take this one."

Xiaode pointed at the Angel over the mountains on the opposite shore. "Then I'll take this one."

……

……

The unhappiness of the demi-human experts mostly came from the attitudes of these two Angels.

These two Angel were too apathetic. Even though they sensed the powerful fighting intent of the demi-human experts, their expressions still did not change.

It was like all the experts of this city, perhaps all the experts of this continent, were nothing more than ants.

And those people with faces of fear who would probably have collapsed if not for the density of the crowd were even more worthy of being called ants.

The vast majority of the populace had poured out onto the streets, and were fleeing for the hills or fearfully staring at the sky.

The inn on the street was already empty. A stray cat stealthily entered the kitchen, hoping to steal some just-cooked meat.

A light crack came from a room on the second floor, like a mirror had fallen and broken.

The stray cat that had just lithely leapt onto the stove was startled. With a meow, it fled through the window and vanished.

The crowd was wanly looking up at the sky, unaware of the noise in the inn or of what had occurred within.

After a few moments, a blue-clothed Daoist walked out of the inn.

The Daoist had calm and deep eyes and a head of black hair without the slightest tinge of frost. He walked with an indescribable ease, but an arch of his brow had a threatening nobility.

From his appearance, he appeared around twenty. From his demeanor, he was at least two hundred and had spent those years in the royal courts. If one looked at his eyes, it would not be absurd to say that he had lived a thousand years. Of course, these years were spent traversing the underworld.

No one noticed this blue-clothed Daoist.

He walked into the crowd, looking up to the sky just like the rest of the demi-humans, gazing at those two Angels of Sacred Light.

The eyes of the demi-humans were full of fear, despair, and even some madness.

There was no emotion in this Daoist's eyes, only apathy. It was like he was looking at the dead.

You can find story with these keywords: Ze Tian Ji, Read Ze Tian Ji, Ze Tian Ji novel, Ze Tian Ji book, Ze Tian Ji story, Ze Tian Ji full, Ze Tian Ji Latest Chapter