Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

Panda Novel

Over seven hundred thousand years ago, the Mystic Thearch had shattered the void and transcended!

Before he transcended, he had bestowed his most loyal and strongest nine subordinates as Thearchs. He wanted them to guard the Mystic Thearch City and the entire East Imperial Continent. From that day on, there were Nine Thearchs on the East Imperial Continent.

It had already been so long since the Mystic Thearch had transcended. The image that the people of the East Imperial Continent had of him was already rather blurred; they simply regarded him as a hero and as a legend.

However, it was different for the Nine Thearchs. The Nine Thearch Clans had continued on for more than seven hundred thousand years and have always been the strongest on the East Imperial Continent; they were viewed as the highest on this continent. The fear and respect that people had for the Nine Thearch Clans had seeped into their bones. History had also proven that whoever dared to pick a fight with the Nine Thearch Clans would die; there was never an exception!

Hence, when Jiang Yi had created a bloodbath in the Wu Clan’s four regions, it was such a big matter: Jiang Yi had done what no one else had dared to do. He had done something unspeakable, something that could be said to have even gone against the heavens. It was like a small mountain bandit of a kingdom proceeding to wipe out the capital; it was frightening to the core!

Today!

A near-million people had once again witnessed something even crazier. In front of all of them, countless Demigods, so many Thearchs, and the Clan Head of the greatest clan in the East Imperial Continent, Jiang Yi had stomped their very promising young clan head to death.

Jiang Yi’s movements were also swift and decisive; he did not hesitate once. Neither did he leave himself any wiggle room at all. His method was cruel to the limit; half of Zhan Tianlei’s body had already been turned into minced meat and was indistinguishable.

This moment had scared to death the Chen Clan Grand Elder and other elders, deep and sophisticated people, one and all! All the low-grade martial artists, the young masters of each clan—all first felt shock and then fear!

They were fearful of Jiang Yi’s craziness as well as how far this matter had gone. This matter had already progressed to a stage far beyond many people’s expectations. Many were furtively looking at the Battle Thearch—afraid that in a fit, he would kill everyone present.

The Battle Thearch was indeed angry. Indeed, he had a strong fortitude and was a deep, sophisticated person. As the Clan Head of the Zhan Clan, his fortitude and temperament could not be poor either. However, at this moment, his eyes were filled with a murderous glare and a murderous aura that was not disguised in the slightest. Light started to glow in his hands as he was prepared to attack personally, with everything he had to destroy the restrictions on the Mystic Divine Palace and to tear Jiang Yi into pieces.

“Keke!”

Jiang Yi’s gleeful laughter traveled outwards, and in the dead silence, it sounded very abrupt and eerie. On the image above the Mystic Divine Palace, he had walked in front of Jian Wuying, and his gaze now shifted to the Sword Thearch.

Jian Wuying had not been buried into the ice layer by the pressure from the restrictions. He had also kept quiet, though his eyes were full of hatred and animosity. However, he was really afraid now, his face full of fear, and seemed to beg for mercy. He was only fifteen, and his prospects were unlimited; he was on track to become the next Sword Emperor and Sword Thearch. How could he become a pile of rotten meat? Hence, he yelled out consecutively and said, “Jiang Yi, don’t kill me. I will never be enemies with you again. Granddad, save me—”

Jian Wuying’s voice was transmitted through the jade talisman and out into the open. No one felt that Jian Wuying was spineless; he was after all still a teenager and was facing a depraved madman such as Jiang Yi. Not just Jian Wuying, even many martial experts present were sweating as well.

“Jian Wuying, what you say doesn’t count.”

Jiang Yi laughed mildly as he locked his eyes on the Sword Thearch and asked, “Sword Thearch, I really wish to be friends with your clan. Will you grant me this request?”

The aura emanating from the Battle Thearch’s body was getting more and more terrifying. The Sword Thearch knew that the Battle Thearch was giving him face, for the former to make a decision first before he struck. The Sword Thearch’s face became extremely pale as he hesitated!

If he gave in now, the Jian Clan’s reputation was going to be lost for good. However, if he didn’t compromise, his beloved grandson—the most promising prodigy in the past hundred thousand years of the Jian Clan—would become a pile of minced meat.

“Jian Wuying, do not blame me for being heartless. It is not that I do not wish to become friends with the Jian Clan; it’s the Jian Clan that does not wish to give me face. If you want to blame someone, you can blame your granddad…”

Jiang Yi sighed a little, looked at Jian Wuying, and raised a single leg again. Jian Wuying cried out in despair, “Granddad, granddad, I do not wish to die. Granddad, save me!”

Jian Wuying’s voice was very sharp and carried a slight tremble with it; he was obviously scared out of his wits. The entire area was dead silent; everyone’s eyes were on the Sword Thearch, waiting for him to make a decision. The Demigods of the Jian Clan also did not know how to choose. They were all holding their breaths as if their hearts had stopped beating.

“Alright then!”

The Sword Thearch helplessly closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “Jiang Yi, you win. I promise to not be enemies with you. Of course… the premise is that you cannot find trouble with the Jian Clan.”

“Wow!”

The crowd went wild. They looked at that huge figure above the Mystic Divine Palace and sighed. To force the Nine Thearch Clans to compromise, Jiang Yi was probably the first person in eons, right?

“I have very good strength. As long as others are good to me, I will be ten times better to them. Old Jian, I will be your friend. Let’s drink tea together some other day.”

Jiang Yi lowered his leg, and his face was very cheerful. He waved his hand, and a beam of light shot on Jian Wuying. Jian Wuying disappeared on the spot and was teleported outside the Mystic Divine Palace.

“Ah?”

White light flashed in front of Jian Wuying as he was brought outside. He immediately flew happily towards the Sword Thearch. His back was utterly soaked, and his body was still trembling; he had really been frightened out of his wits. There was yet another commotion now; not many expected Jiang Yi to be so direct. He had released Jian Wuying without talking about any conditions.

“Apologies to everyone!”

The Sword Thearch breathed easy, cupped his hands towards the Battle Thearch and company, brought Jian Wuying and the rest of the members of the Jian Clan, and retreated. It was obvious he no longer wanted to be part of this.

Jiang Yi’s eyes shifted again and landed on the Battle Thearch, the North Thearch, and company. He then opened his mouth and said, “Battle Thearch, allow me to speak once more before you attack. Evil Thearch, Beast Thearch, and Yin Thearch, I hope that your three clans would seriously think this through before deciding if you really want to be enemies with me, Jiang Yi. This is your last chance. Once you attack again, you would be a mortal enemy of mine. The consequences are yours to bear.”

Jiang Yi did not ask the North Thearch or the Xuan Thearch this question; the North Thearch’s answer was clear while the Xuan Thearch had not attacked from the beginning and naturally would not start now.

“Hmph. Attack!”

The Battle Thearch and the North Thearch had not even had the chance to speak before the Evil Thearch yelled and personally attacked again. The Battle Thearch and the North Thearch quickly followed suit. The Beast Thearch paused for a while; his cold eyes flashed and gave the order to attack. The Xuan Thearch had not moved an inch and did not move in this instance either. The Yin Thearch, however, was hesitating at this moment.

Jiang Yi had executed his move beautifully. He had used Zhan Tianlei’s death and Jian Wuying’s life to tell everyone a very uncouth and simple truth: becoming enemies with Jiang Yi would lead to a fight to the death. This was a lunatic who would do anything if he was irritated or angered.

Furthermore, Yin Ruobing was caught in the middle now. The Yin Thearch adored this granddaughter of his. Hence, he was still hesitating as to whether to attack or not.

The Yin Thearch only deliberated for less than a minute. However, less than a minute later, something strange happened. The Yin Thearch look up and was secretly elated and lucky that he had hesitated that long. He did not hesitate further and—with a wave of his hand—bid all the Demigods of the Yin Clan to retreat.

Tsk! Tsk!

The Mystic Divine Palace that had been suspended in mid-air until now was glowing and lighting up. Following that, the Mystic Divine Palace trembled vigorously and started to move. It became a phantom shadow and furiously slammed towards the Zhan Clan martial experts in front of it.