Chapter 1473
Chapter 1473: The Death of the Ninth Prince of Golden Crow Clan, Catastrophe Comes
Whoosh!!!
Laughing loudly, Chu Bai drew his bow once more, and an arrow vanished into the sky, tearing through the void. Di Wen, both frightened and furious, felt the destructive murderous intent descend upon him again, enveloping him completely. In desperation, he activated the protective treasures bestowed upon him by his father and others.
Brilliant lights surged toward the arrow, trying to block it.
However, Di Wen could never have imagined the sheer power of this arrow. It obliterated all the protective treasures he had sacrificed in an instant, reducing them to dust that dissipated into the world. This included the ancient jade that had carried his father’s will—it too shattered instantly, pierced through by the unstoppable arrow.
“Impossible…”
Di Wen’s eyes widened in disbelief and horror. He couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. In the face of Chu Bai’s relentless bowshots, Di Wen finally screamed in terror, realizing that he might truly fall here today.
“Do you know who I am? If you dare to kill me, the entire Chu clan will suffer disaster because of you!”
Hearing this, Chu Bai calmly pursued him, his bow still aimed at Di Wen as he fled for his life. A sneer curled on his face as he replied, “I don’t care who you are. Since you dared to wreak havoc in my Chu clan’s territory, you must pay the price.”
The Sunshooting Bow was incredibly powerful, and Chu Bai knew he had to find a way to kill Di Wen on the spot to prevent any news from leaking. Despite the vast scope of their battle, there were no cultivators nearby brave enough to observe the fight.
In the surrounding star fields, the strongest cultivators were merely in the realm of the Immortal King—none would dare spy on such a confrontation. This gave Chu Bai the confidence to wipe away all evidence, intent on keeping the Sunshooting Bow for himself.
Di Wen could sense Chu Bai’s undisguised murderous intent, and bitter resentment and anger flashed in his eyes.
Di Wen had never imagined that one day he might face death at the hands of an unknown cultivator in the Immortal King Realm.
“My father is the ancestor of the Demon Court! If you dare to kill me, he will obliterate your true soul and make you regret ever coming into this world. No one will be able to protect you!”
“My brothers are all demon emperors and monarchs of the Demon Court, their strength unparalleled. They could crush a mere Immortal King like you without even trying!”
“If you’re sensible, then stop now. I don’t care about the artifact anymore, and I swear I won’t pursue today’s matter.”
In his panic, Di Wen shouted loudly, continually attempting to call out his father’s real name, hoping for salvation. Yet, the methods that had always worked in the past failed him today—no response came.
Fear finally gripped him as he revealed his background, hoping to force Chu Bai into compromise.
“The Golden Crow Prince of the Demon Court?”
Chu Bai was momentarily taken aback, his expression shifting from shock to uncertainty. He hadn’t expected that Di Wen was actually the prince of the Golden Crow clan.
The Endless Demon Realm was as formidable a force as Xian Chu, and the Demon Court had once ruled over it. If Chu Bai killed Di Wen, the consequences would indeed be dire, far beyond what his current status could withstand.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Chu Bai’s resolve wavered for a moment.
Seeing the hesitation on Chu Bai’s face, Di Wen was elated. He knew that his lineage had worked in his favor and quickly pressed on. “I can swear with my Dao heart that I will not speak a word of what happened today, as long as you spare my life.”
Though the humiliation gnawed at him, Di Wen had no choice but to swallow his pride for the sake of survival.
Hearing this, Chu Bai paused, lowering the bow slightly as he weighed the gains and losses, carefully considering Di Wen’s plea.
Buzz!!!
At that moment, Chu Bai failed to notice the faint gray mist emanating from the surface of the Sunshooting Bow, creeping up his arms like tiny serpents, continuously infiltrating and spreading.
“I can’t trust him. The demon race is always deceitful. This guy is likely stalling for time, probably waiting for help to arrive. With his background, it’s impossible that he doesn’t have a guardian nearby to protect his life. If I give him time, his guardians will come, and then I’ll be the one who dies.”
“Killing him will cause great trouble, but considering my aptitude and talent in Xian Chu, there’s no way Lord Chu Gucheng and the others will abandon me.”
This thought flashed quickly through Chu Bai’s mind, and his eyes grew cold with determination.
Whoosh!!!
In an instant, a terrifying arrow of light shot across the sky, piercing straight through Di Wen’s body.
“What…?”
A deep shock and disbelief were frozen on Di Wen’s face. He couldn’t comprehend that Chu Bai truly dared to kill him. The searing pain struck him, and his consciousness began to blur and fade. In his last moments, a palm-sized Golden Crow True Spirit attempted to flee in panic and despair, but it was quickly engulfed by the relentless arrow light.
“Father… Brother… you must avenge me…”
Di Wen’s final scream echoed throughout the world before being silenced forever. Only bloodstained light and black feathers remained, slowly drifting down from the sky.
Chu Bai watched the scene with cold indifference, his gaze unwavering. Holding the Sunshooting Bow, his entire being radiated a terrifying and oppressive killing intent.
Meanwhile, far away in the Endless Demon Realm, deep within the abyss of the Demon Court, in a dark and majestic ancient palace, a tall, heroic silver-haired man stood with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in black, exuding authority, speaking to his descendants. His expression was stern and commanding, not one to be questioned. Upon his head sat a brilliant sun-glazed purple-gold demon crown, and his wide robe bore an intricately embroidered Golden Crow, its talons grasping a dragon and a phoenix, symbolizing his unmatched power and dominance.
Between the opening and closing of those dark golden eyes, a terrifying aura surged forth, one that surpassed the ancient universe and held the mysterious depths of heaven and earth in its grip, as if it had been suppressing the trembling of the heavens for eons.
This figure was the most enigmatic ancestor of the Demon Court, known as Di Zhen. His eldest son, Di Lang, was the current Demon Emperor and master of the Demon Court.
“Why do I suddenly feel uneasy? There’s something wrong, something amiss in the shadows…”
Di Zhen’s frown deepened as he stared out at the pitch-black sky beyond the hall, his expression drastically changing. He had been lecturing a group of his descendants, instructing them on how the Demon Court could secure its place in the midst of the unknown, chaotic times ahead.
Until recently, Di Zhen had rarely interfered with the Demon Court’s affairs or the outside world, choosing instead to immerse himself in cultivating and comprehending the Dao. Yet, today, he had called all his descendants together. During his cultivation, he had witnessed an ominous black mist spreading throughout the river of fate, veiling the entire Xi Yuan civilization.
He had tried to peer into the future, but everything had appeared dim and blurred, shrouded in uncertainty.
All the predictions indicated that the Xi Yuan civilization might face an impending catastrophe, one that could lead to its downfall. When that time came, no force within the Xi Yuan civilization would be spared—they would all be drawn into the disaster.
To avoid becoming entangled in the karmic repercussions, Di Zhen had been preparing to take action, urging caution. His intention was to conceal the entire Demon Court from the world, hiding it away in refuge until the calamity had passed. Only then would the Demon Court emerge once more, free from the chaos and destruction.