Chapter 2689 - 2688: Zhu Tianmo’s Death

"Boom!"

A loud explosion caused the life-and-death battle to pause again, and everyone’s eyes immediately turned towards the source.

The Candle Lord had already turned into a mist of blood.

The young master of the Demon Clan had fallen.

Long Shi Hun ignored Zhu Huang’s threat and killed the Candle Lord with one palm.

The experts of the Demon Clan, including the Shadow Demon Ancestor and other powerful figures from the seated major forces, were all stunned and terrified.

"Well killed!"

"What a miserable death!"

"That’s what you call overestimating yourself."

The experts of the Dragon God Holy Temple were all excited at this moment.

"This feeling is..." Long Xiaofeng and the others looked a bit unsettled.

Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "What happened just now? I felt something suddenly, but couldn’t grasp it."

The feeling was extremely strange.

But even Feng Wuchen couldn’t explain it.

"The young master was...killed..." Elder Wuji and others, including Zhu E Hun, couldn’t believe it at all.

"The Candle Lord’s aura has disappeared." Gu Xuan’s eyes widened, his expression extremely rigid.

"Long Shi Hun really killed the Candle Lord, the young master." Nangong Xuan and the others also looked terrified and incredulous.

"Long Shi Hun!" Zhu Huang completely lost it, furiously roaring at the sky like a maddened beast, desperately charging towards Long Shi Hun.

"Clan Leader, stop!" Zhu E Hun urgently shouted.

"Clan Leader!" Elder Wuji was about to flash out to stop it but was intercepted by Jing Wushuang.

Jing Wushuang sneered, "Elder Wuji hasn’t fought me yet, where do you think you’re going?"

Long Shi Hun cast a cold look at Zhu Huang, sneering, "Zhu Huang, even your father couldn’t defeat me, and you think you can?"

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

Before Zhu Huang could get close, Long Shi Hun suddenly waved his hand, and a terrifying force rolled out like a tidal wave, blasting Zhu Huang back, spewing blood from his mouth.

In just a wave of his hand, Zhu Huang was severely wounded.

Even though Long Shi Hun was like a spent arrow, he was still terrifying, dealing with Saintly Honor was a breeze.

This was the terror of a True Immortal.

"Zhu Tianmo, it’s your turn." Long Shi Hun sneered, gesturing, and the severely injured Zhu Tianmo was pulled up to him.

"Old Clan Leader!" The Demon Clan people shouted in panic, but no one could stop it.

Zhu Aoyun angrily shouted, "Long Shi Hun! How dare you!"

"Long Shi Hun! Isn’t killing the young master of the Candle Clan enough?" Elder Wuji roared in fury, transmitting his sorrowful thoughts, "True Immortal Master! Please act quickly! Save my Demon Clan!"

"Great Master, please, help save my Demon Clan!" Elder Wuji never gave up seeking help.

Long Shi Hun said coldly, "All Demon Clan people must die!"

The chilling murderous aura swept through, and Long Shi Hun was overwhelming.

He clutched Zhu Tianmo’s throat, the latter unable to resist.

"Long Shi Hun, in a hundred thousand years, I’ve never thought your Dragon God Clan would see the light of day again, let alone that I would die at your hands." Zhu Tianmo struggled, watching helplessly as his grandson was killed, the heart-wrenching pain making Zhu Tianmo deeply sorrowful.

"It’s been a hundred thousand years, you should have a good rest now. I will end it swiftly." Long Shi Hun said calmly.

"For ten thousand years, the Demon Clan has dominated the Holy Realm, now to be destroyed, I am truly unwilling." Zhu Tianmo laughed mournfully, smiling tragically.

Long Shi Hun said coldly, "Retribution, your Demon Clan brought this upon yourselves, this is karma."

"Karma?" Zhu Tianmo said disdainfully, "I don’t believe in karma. I only believe in power. Strength determines everything!"

Zhu Tianmo wasn’t wrong. The notion of karma didn’t really exist.

As long as you possess great power, you can control karma!

"Maybe you’re right. It’s time to move on." Long Shi Hun said coldly, not denying Zhu Tianmo’s words.

In a world where power prevails, strength is what matters.

"Long Shi Hun, even if I become a vengeful spirit, I won’t spare any of your Dragon God Clan!" Zhu Tianmo roared in frenzy, showing just how unwilling he was.

Long Shi Hun shook his head, directly twisting Zhu Tianmo’s neck, the domineering force destroying his Soul Body.

Zhu Tianmo fell.

Zhu Tianmo’s aura completely vanished.

"Old Clan Leader!" The experts of the Demon Clan shouted in sorrow and anger, each in tears.

Elder Wuji was utterly shocked, his old face filled with disbelief.

Below the Demon Domain, countless Demon Clan people were all in despair.

"The Grand Ancestor is truly powerful! Zhu Tianmo is finally dealt with, haha!"

"Even the two True Immortals couldn’t match the Grand Ancestor; the Demon Clan is doomed this time!"

"Grand Ancestor! Well killed!"

In contrast, the experts of the Dragon God Holy Temple cheered excitedly.

"Zhu Tianmo is dead!" The Ancient Profound Venerable’s expression was shocked and rigid, unable to believe it.

"Long Shi Hun really killed Zhu Tianmo." Gu Xuan was completely dumbfounded, trembling in fear.

Nangong Xuan and the Martial Soul Holy Palace’s experts were completely stunned, their expressions full of terror.

Long Shi Hun was too terrifying.

With Zhu Tianmo and the Candle Lord killed, the Demon Clan was destined for destruction.

This battle, the Dragon God Holy Temple won for sure.

"That feeling appeared again just now, only to disappear in an instant. What on earth is going on? Such a strange feeling, why can’t I notice anything?" Feng Wuchen frowned, his heart filled with confusion.

He could sense nothing, nor see any anomaly. Still, Feng Wuchen had that strange feeling.

Long Xiaofeng and the others looked increasingly solemn, also feeling that strange sensation, but they seemed to know what was happening.

With Zhu Tianmo and the Candle Lord both slain, tens of thousands of Demon Clan experts fell into terror and despair. Outmatched by the Dragon God Holy Temple’s experts, they were being slaughtered mercilessly with heavy casualties.

Confronted with the terrifying spells of the Dragon God Holy Temple’s experts, none of them could resist.

The God Shadow Guard led by Kui Ying was an even more invincible presence, slaughtering the most among the tens of thousands of enemy forces.

The major forces under the Dragon God Holy Temple also suffered some casualties, but none were as severe as the Demon Clan’s.

"A hundred thousand-year grievance has finally been settled." Long Shi Hun sighed deeply, avenging the many clansmen who died all those years ago.

"Father, mother, and all clansmen of the Di Hun Clan, do you see? Zhu Tianmo is dead! Your great vengeance is fulfilled after a hundred thousand years, you can rest in peace." Dantong thought silently, his eyes moist.

"Kui Ying! Pass down the order! All Demon Clan people, kill without mercy!" Long Shi Hun ordered, not allowing any Demon Clan member to escape.

"Yes! Grand Ancestor!" Kui Ying obeyed respectfully, then loudly shouted, "Those who defeat the enemy, immediately take action, annihilate the Demon Clan!"

"Yes!" A vast number of Saint Emperors and Saint Honors dived down, their murderous aura soaring.

"Finish off your opponents quickly and enjoy a good fight!" Long Qianye shouted excitedly.