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n“Boom!” He continued and applied more pressure.

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nShe was instantly suppressed on the ground, unable to move an inch.

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n“Brat, try this then!” The scholar was next. He roared and flicked his feathered fan.

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n“Boom!” True fire engulfed the area with a temperature high enough to incinerate anything. Just one flick was enough to destroy an entire sect.

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n“Zzz…” The specks of sand scattering in the sky were melting into lava, almost like a volcanic eruption.

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nThe true fire continued flying towards Li Qiye and wrapped around him completely, showing no mercy.

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nLi Qiye simply waved his hand. Extreme coldness descended and extinguished the great fire.

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nUnder this technique, the scholar’s sky-devouring fire looked like a lonely ember amidst a world covered in ice.

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nLi Qiye pointed at the scholar and a chain of ice materialized, coiling around the scholar and forcing him to the ground.

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nIt didn’t take long before the four of them failed. Only Ill Lord was left.

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nFrom beginning to end, Li Qiye only used one hand - no weapon and merit law, yet he still subdued four Eternals so easily.

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n“That was just for fun.” Li Qiye stood there with his hands behind his back, casually commenting: “If I become serious, even the villainous heaven will tremble with fear. Hell, I would be scared of me too if it reaches that point.”

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nThe four Eternals were speechless and white. There was no need to elaborate on their power; just the fact that they were Lucidity King’s rivals spoke volume.

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nHowever, they lost to Li Qiye even though he was clearly going easy on them, not resorting to any technique.

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nWhat horrifying level of power was this? They realized that they have met a monster whose power exceeded their understanding.

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n“You want to try?” Li Qiye looked at Ill Lord and nonchalantly asked.

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n“It’s clear that defeat is inevitable, but one must still try.” Ill Lord sighed and instantly threw his walking stick after speaking.

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nThough he was stronger than the four by a large margin, he couldn’t defeat them so easily. No one in Imperial could do so.

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n“Boom!” He became shrouded in gray fog, no longer looking as sickly as before.

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nHis aura became impressive just like a supreme king looking down on the world. Though he still wore the same simple robe, he looked like a natural-born conqueror - the ruler of the myriad realms.

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nThis was his real form, not the sickly state. Remember, the word “Ill” is not the focus of his title; the word “Lord” was. It meant that he would be above everyone. 1

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nOne could imagine how mighty he used to be in the past.

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nAs he walked forward, his foggy aura touched the sand and instantly corroded them. Remember, each speck of sand was tough like crystal but they still turned to powder.

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nThis was his dao of pestilence, allowing him to destroy a sect without using any technique. A great army couldn’t last before him.

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n“Summon!” He roared and his gray fog soared to the sky. Even the stars would turn to powder by their corrosive property.

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nThe aura then soared downward for Li Qiye, wanting to turn him to nothingness.

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nIll Lord became the ruler of death and destruction, instilling fear into the spectators.

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n“Pestilence?” Li Qiye chuckled at the tempestuous aura: “Only a minor art compared to my death.”

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nHaving said that, he casually raised one finger.

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n“Buzz.” A strand of death circled around his fingertip. It was weak, on the verge of extinguishing.

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nHowever, the aura of pestilence was instantly replaced by this affinity of death. Only remnant powders remained.

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nThe plaque affinity was completely devoured by death. The worst pestilence was nothing in comparison.

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nDeath was the final destination of all things, simply unavoidable.

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n“Boom!” Ill Lord wanted to rush forward but he paused in his tracks. His foot stomped down on the ground in order to stabilize.

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nIn this second, Li Qiye’s finger was before him. The aura of death loomed before his throat. If he took another step forward, it would invade his body.

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nAs a dao creator, Ill Lord certainly knew that he would die the moment this aura of death enters his body. The greatest might and strongest merit law still couldn’t stop death.

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nHe didn't dare to move or even swallowing his saliva, afraid that the slightest movement would trigger the aura.

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n“Boom!” Li Qiye flipped his hand and forced Ill Lord to the ground.

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nAll five have been subdued - a convincing, utter defeat.

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nThe other four were stunned and became hopeless at this sight. Ill Lord was the strongest among them; he could even take all four of them on by himself. Alas, their only hope has been defeated.

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n“My horn…” Wild Bull cried loudly while holding his broken horn.

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nIt’s not easy for him to grow another one unlike Golden Dragon and his arms. The horn would need to grow inch by inch; a full re-creation wasn’t possible.

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n“Who gives a ** about your horn, we’re all about to die.” Golden Dragon was in a bad mood and sarcastically said: “As if you can leave it to your descendants.”

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n“We do! Our clan has a tradition of passing down our horns, and mine is especially priceless! It would be the ultimate heirloom!” Wild Bull was something else. He still answered seriously at this point.

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nThe group had nothing to say. They were powerless and could be killed at any moment yet Wild Bull still cared about his horn.

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n“How boring, what should I do with you all?” Li Qiye yawned and glanced at his prisoners.

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n“Do what you want! I’m not afraid of death and will not beg for mercy!” The tough bull retorted.

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n“I can only blame my lack of abilities.” The scholar remained graceful, a stark contrast to the bull.

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n“It’s only dying sooner, no big deal. Do it, faster death means faster reincarnation, no need to suffer any longer.” The only lady here was straightforward as well.

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n“Do your worst, I won’t bat an eye.” Golden Dragon laughed: “We’re only awaiting death in this hellish prison anyway, we’ll be waiting for you down in the Yellow River.”

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n“Who says I will die?” Li Qiye was bored to death after hearing their responses.

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n“Haha, brat, this is Great Desolate Heavenly Prison, there’s no escaping death here. This place will be your grave, don’t ever think about leaving.” Golden Dragon added.

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n1. I translated his title as Ill Lord first, since that’s the more literal translation. However, I saw that his dao was pestilence, so I changed it to Pestilence Lord since it sounds much better in English. Some early readers only saw Pestilence Lord. Alas, because of this line, I have to change it back to Ill Lord for the narrative. Sorry about the confusion. I usually change names and titles many chapters back depending on new context. Most readers won’t notice it at all

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