Divine Replication System

Devil Ying sensed a lethal threat and deployed every trick and ace up his sleeve in defense. Yet, his efforts were futile against the blood-colored light, which shredded his defenses in mere moments. Seizing the chance, Devil Ying glimpsed the true nature of the streak.    

"What is that?!" he gasped in shock.    

Like everyone else, Devil Ying had assumed the blood-colored light was an offensive move by Lin Xuan, the enigmatic and supremely powerful figure rumored to be at the Half-level Emperor tier. But his assumption was mistaken; the attack didn't originate from Lin Xuan.    

Instead, the true form of the light was a blood-colored, menacing, yet diminutive demon beast—a pet belonging to Lin Xuan. It had always been palm-sized, perched innocently on Lin Xuan's shoulder, appearing completely benign. But now, its horrifying power was evident, capable of instantly dominating those at the peak of Emperor Level.    

Devil Ying recalled how Lin Xuan had effortlessly captured the Devil Cloud Sect's most formidable attack—a kilometer-long, blood-red blade of light conjured by their protective array—with a transparent palm imprint, only to feed it to this blood-red demon beast. It had devoured the attack with ease, like a sweet treat.    

At first, Devil Ying had attributed this to Lin Xuan's power. Now, it was clear that the blood-red demon beast itself possessed extraordinary strength, displaying a level of might that far exceeded the peak of Emperor Level. Its tier was almost imaginable—surely not far from a Half-level Emperor?    

With this realization, Devil Ying's heart shuddered once more. Together, this man and beast could rival two Half-level Emperor powerhouses, couldn't they? Such a formidable duo was a force to be reckoned with even on the Central Essence Continent. Indeed, the Demon Aura Palace would have to consider them very carefully.    

Mo Ying was consumed by the thought of when he could avenge the obliteration of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

The prospect filled him with despair.    

He was awash with emotion, as countless thoughts swirled through his mind.    

Watching the blood-colored demonic beast transform into a streak of light, he saw it shred through his last line of defense, layer by layer.    

The idea of escape had vanished from his mind, or perhaps, there was simply no time left.    

Ultimately, all he saw was the blood-red light surging toward him, tearing through the Pill Essence shield before him, and then it descended upon him.    

He lost consciousness, plunging into an abyss of darkness.    

The surrounding martial artists witnessed the blood-red light envelop Mo Ying.    

In the next instant, it cast him back down.    

By then, Mo Ying's life force had been extinguished, and he lay dead.    

The Emperor Level Martial Cultivators were not surprised by this turn of events, yet they were profoundly shaken.    

It was clear that the individual's power vastly surpassed the peak of Emperor Level.    

Wei Zhengzhen had battled for a long time and had not been able to gain an advantage over Mo Ying.    

Yet, in a single encounter, Mo Ying was effortlessly slain by his opponent.    

None of them believed they could best Mo Ying.    

Had they been in his place, the outcome would likely have been no different.    

A sense of dread and awe filled their hearts.    

After dispatching Mo Ying, the blood-colored light moved on to target the nearest Emperor Level Peak member of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

As it passed, the martial cultivators from the five major forces retreated en masse, fearing they might be caught in the fray.    

Mo Ying had been annihilated in an instant.    

Even if they weren't the intended targets, a mere brush with the light could result in injury.    

Mo Ying's lifeless body fell powerlessly to the ground.    

The Sect Master of the Devil Cloud Sect, an adversary for many years, had met his end.    

The few Emperor Level Peak martial cultivators were left with a mix of emotions.    

As Emperor Level Peaks on the Dongyuan Continent, they were among the elite.    

Avoiding death was usually as simple as steering clear of the deadliest realms and not trespassing on the territories of the six major forces.    

They could have expected to live out their years in peace, their lifespans naturally waning.    

Among the peak Emperor Level martial cultivators, each was considered a master in their own right. Yet, they still fell. Their fall was devoid of value, devoid of any resistance. Witnessing this outcome, the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators could hardly maintain their composure, their hearts heavy with sorrow.    

They also noticed that the storage ring on Mo Ying's corpse was missing. That ring contained the majority of Mo Ying's lifelong savings—a considerable fortune for any martial cultivator. However, with Lin Xuan present, they dared not entertain any covetous thoughts. Since Lin Xuan had dealt with Mo Ying, it was only fitting that he claimed the storage ring.    

Elsewhere, a blood-colored light continued to shroud each Devil Cloud Sect martial cultivator in succession, leaving behind nothing but corpses. From start to finish, none could muster the strength to resist, and the blood-colored light showed no signs of diminishing. It was as if the peak Emperor Levels were mere paper tigers.    

This turn of events dealt a heavy blow to Wei Zhengzhen, Elemental Spirit, and others, further highlighting the vast chasm between the Half-level Emperors and the formidable warriors of the Void.    

During this time, some peak Emperor Level martial cultivators from the Devil Cloud Sect attempted to escape by tearing through the void and fleeing through the spatial rifts. If Sect Master Mo Ying, who had not the slightest ability to resist, was easily slain, what chance did the remaining peak Emperor Levels have? They lacked the confidence to withstand such an assault, leaving escape as their only hope.    

Despite the immense risk, where a moment's carelessness could lead to dismemberment, it was a preferable alternative to a certain death. To stay would mean to face the blood-colored light and certain demise. Faced with such odds, taking a chance seemed the only viable option.    

Regrettably, they were unaware that the blood-colored light was not Lin Xuan's handiwork but the work of Tian. To dispatch a Middle stage or late period Emperor Level warrior, Tian needed only to release a single line of blood, which was sufficient to annihilate them and absorb all their vital essence, reducing them to withered husks. This was the same fate that befell many in Tai Chuan City.    

Dealing with Peak Emperor Level adversaries from the same tier, although easily defeated, wouldn't be as straightforward.    

Moreover, this time, the targets weren't just one or two individuals.    

They were the five surviving Peak Emperor Level members of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

Out of the six Peak Emperor Level members in the Devil Cloud Sect, aside from the fallen Head Elder Mo Yuhe, the remaining five had been intercepted by Wei Zhengzhen and the Elemental Spirit Sons. However, none had been successfully neutralized.    

Tian was determined to resolve the issue with all five at once.    

He would have to take matters into his own hands.    

After all, Tian was not a martial artist and didn't have a plethora of martial arts to practice.    

As a demonic beast, his greatest strength lay in his own physical prowess.    

Certainly, his noble bloodline granted him access to the Demon Clan's battle techniques and secret arts.    

Yet employing those would be too costly, hardly justifiable against a mere handful of Peak Emperor Levels.    

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