Villain : After Slacking Off, The Protagonist Collapse - Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Boom! The Demon Abyss’s body, fragile as if made of paper, shattered upon impact, with its black blood swirling around like a boiling ocean.

The intense corrosive force burned everything around it – the ground, the void, the seas spared nothing, displaying a unique ability that made everyone’s color drain.

A distinct power spread out, causing everyone’s minds to go numb, almost sinking into it.

Hum.

Qin Ershi’s eyes suddenly widened as the mental strength in his mind isolated this force.

Sighing, Qin Ershi muttered, “What a bizarre power! But, shouldn’t we be more concerned about the demise of this demon?”

The Pure Yang Son bitterly pointed towards Mozi Moyuan not far away. To be honest, he was genuinely stunned. He and Qin Ershi had battled Mozi Moyuan for hundreds of rounds, exhausting all means without leaving a mark on it.

Yet, Jiang Chen, with a slap from afar, had shattered Mozi Moyuan. This terrifying power filled the Pure Yang Son with immense despair, almost beyond belief, as if seeing something unimaginable.

Is this really the power that belongs to the realm of Great Master? It’s so outrageous he’d believe it if told it was a Great Saint’s.

“Is this the strength of senior brother? Just a casual strike from afar can kill what Qin Ershi and Pure Yang Holy Son couldn’t handle?” Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, feeling incredibly complex inside.

Jiang Chen’s action brought her a significant shock, shattering her worldview. Even the image of Jiang Chen in her mind felt foreign. Though she knew Jiang Chen was prodigious, she never imagined to this extent.

“How has Jiang Chen become so terrifying!” Like a startled rabbit, Qin Yao was almost scared out of her wits and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Her brother and Pure Yang Holy Son, even together, couldn’t handle him, yet Jiang Chen’s distant strike effortlessly killed it? What kind of strength is that? Is this really still within the power of a Great Master? Or even a quasi-Saint?

The commotion from Mozi Moyuan had attracted attention from countless beings around. Initially, everyone was shocked to see that even Qin Ershi and the Pure Yang Son together couldn’t handle Mozi Moyuan, wondering who this emerging force was to possess such power.

But when someone mentioned it was a prodigy of the demon race, the atmosphere grew heavy. The demon’s deep infiltration here wasn’t good news. Knowing it was a demon, many wanted to assist, joining Qin Ershi and others.

But before they could act, Jiang Chen’s attack followed, eliminating the heavenly demon in front of all eyes as if squashing an ant.

“This Primordial Holy Son is becoming more terrifying, effortlessly killing a demon prodigy with a slap!”

“I’ve seen this level of capability once before. A Saint once killed a Great Master similarly, as if a god, like a true immortal, with a single slap all beings perish, unstoppable, as if an Emperor was born!”

“Looking at the aura, the Primordial Holy Son is still in the Great Master realm!”

“It’s monstrous, has the Primordial Holy Land ever had such a terror in its history?”

“Forget about the Primordial Holy Land, it’s rare to find one in the long history of the Nine Heavens Realm!”

“The strongest prodigy of all time? That might be an exaggeration. Throughout the ages, there have been countless prodigies in every era, each unimaginably powerful. It’s only fair to say that the Primordial Holy Son can be ranked in history!”

“This is the true demeanor of an Emperor, making all those previous claims about Emperor’s demeanor seem laughable!”

“Most young Emperors don’t have the strength of the Primordial Holy Son! It’s outrageous, I can’t even comprehend how the Primordial Holy Son cultivated!”

“Tell the foreign races, and also those boasting about the True Dragon Clan’s prodigy, it’s unlikely they can compare to the Primordial Holy Son!”

“Pfft, that True Dragon Clan’s prodigy is probably all talk, possibly not even as strong as Huang Qingtian. If he had any skill, he’d have faced Huang Qingtian by now!”

“That’s true, but the True Dragon Clan now avoiding conflict, even when the Undying Phoenix Clan confronts them directly, is outrageous!”

“Indeed, it doesn’t seem like the rumored True Dragon Clan’s prodigy would appear if the Undying Phoenix Clan doesn’t block the way?”

“Unrealistic!”

Jiang Chen’s casual strike brought endless shock to everyone. Their emotions surged, layer upon layer, struggling to calm down.

High above, Jin Changhe had a complex expression, speaking solemnly, “I have to admit, this generation’s Primordial Holy Son possesses the demeanor of a Great Emperor. Perhaps no one in the entire Nine Heavens Realm fits this description better than him!”

“That demon prodigy was very strong; even I wasn’t confident I could win against him. Especially that supreme physique, indestructible, like divine iron. Neither Qin Ershi nor the Pure Yang Son could leave a mark on him. I reckon I would have fared the same.”

“Such an existence was effortlessly defeated by the Primordial Holy Son from a distance. If it were a direct confrontation, what level would that be?”

Near Jin Changhe, in the high skies, figures with profound auras, inheritors of the ancient imperial lineages, were present.

The Vermilion Bird Maiden, the Golden Crow Prince, Bai Chen, and Huang Qingtian. Their faces were all incredibly complex, with only Huang Qingtian’s gaze remaining unfathomable, pondering something. They were drawn here by the direct disturbance.

The Golden Crow Prince, a valiant man dressed in golden armor, looking heroic and brave, said, “Incomprehensible strength. I reckon I too would struggle to withstand a few moves from the Primordial Holy Son!”

“Just a few months, and the Primordial Holy Son’s strength has become more terrifying. It has reached an unimaginable level!”

“I heard, Bai Chen, that you had a confrontation with the Primordial Holy Son before. Share your thoughts!”

With this question, all eyes fell on Bai Chen, including Huang Qingtian’s. Although Huang Qingtian had clashed with Jiang Chen months ago, Jiang Chen had completely transformed since then. His power was now unfathomable, not measurable by past impressions.

Bringing up the most uncomfortable topic, Bai Chen’s face darkened as he glared at the Golden Crow Prince, who seemed indifferent, as if not noticing at all.

Bai Chen, though displeased, did not conceal the truth, as it was impossible to hide. Many had witnessed their previous encounter.

“No particular feelings, just despair!”

“The Primordial Holy Son repelled me with one punch, shattered me with another punch! And that wasn’t even his full strength!”

Bai Chen took a deep breath and continued solemnly, “If the Primordial Holy Son had used his full strength, perhaps he could have killed me with one punch!”

“Even if I don’t want to admit it, this is the gap between him and me, between us and him! A few months apart, and the Primordial Holy Son’s strength has become incomprehensible!”

Everyone fell silent.

Bai Chen was no ordinary prodigy, ranking among the top three among them, one of the most elite. He had even slain quasi-Saints in the realm of Great Master. Such an existence, placed anywhere or in any era, would be exceedingly rare.

Yet, such a being was repelled with two punches.

This was hard for everyone to accept. They had a rough understanding but wanted to hear Bai Chen’s actual thoughts. They hadn’t expected the rumors to be true.

The Vermilion Bird Maiden frowned, glanced at everyone, and then her gaze settled on Huang Qingtian, “If that’s the case, only Huang Qingtian from the ancient imperial lineage has a chance to defeat the Primordial Holy Son. The rest of us likely have no opportunity!”

These individuals were too proud to easily submit to anything or anyone. But Jiang Chen’s display of power forced them to acknowledge it.

Meanwhile, everyone’s gaze turned to Huang Qingtian, filled with hope.

When the gap is too vast, they lose their ambition. Knowing they couldn’t aspire for more, they placed their hopes on Huang Qingtian. From the battle months ago, Huang Qingtian was the closest to Jiang Chen.

Only he might have the chance to defeat Jiang Chen, representing the hope of the ancient imperial lineage.

“As for the future, I don’t know, but now, there’s no chance!” Huang Qingtian, unfazed and composed, stated calmly, “The gap between us and the Primordial Holy Son is like that between ordinary cultivators and us. In his presence, none shines brightly.”

“However, this doesn’t mean we have no chance. Everything is possible in this world; seeing someone immensely powerful should not lead to the loss of self-confidence.”

“The Eternal Emperor of the past wasn’t invincible from the start. Countless could defeat him initially, but he ultimately prevailed, even altering the entire Nine Heavens Realm.”

“If you give up hope and ambition just because you see the Primordial Holy Son’s strength, then you’re destined not to go far.”

Compared to others, Huang Qingtian’s mentality was remarkably calm. Even knowing the gap between himself and Jiang Chen was significant, he acknowledged it without pretense or upset, treating it as a minor matter.

This issue also impacted Huang Qingtian, albeit not as profoundly as others. To him, the current lack of opportunity didn’t define the future. If he couldn’t match Jiang Chen in the realm of Great Master, what about as quasi-Saints, Saints, or even closer to the Emperor realm in the future? Was there really no chance?

Not necessarily. History is full of examples where the underdog prevails. Huang Qingtian believed he was such a person. Unable to compete now doesn’t mean it’s impossible later, just like the Eternal Emperor of the past.

It’s fair to say Huang Qingtian’s dao heart was unshakably firm, far stronger than most.Even when other prodigies despaired, Huang Qingtian did not.

Jin Changhe, with fists clenched and eyes ablaze, declared, bolstered by Huang Qingtian’s words, “He’s right. Though we’re not the Primordial Holy Son’s equals now, it doesn’t mean we won’t surpass him in the future!”

“Everything is possible! One day, we will surpass the Primordial Holy Son!”

Huang Qingtian’s words indeed rekindled the spirits of these scions, not leading them into despair but reigniting their will, allowing their once hopeless dao hearts to shine once more.

The Golden Crow Prince remarked, “To reach the end, one must have an unyielding heart. Only with such a mindset can one face any hardship, any danger, and truly walk the supreme path. We’re not much less than the Primordial Holy Son; if he can do it, so can we!”

Vermilion Bird Maiden: “As long as there isn’t a new Great Emperor, we always have a chance.

Bai Chen: “I will return the humiliation I suffered many times over to the Primordial Holy Son!”

Indeed, Huang Qingtian’s words revived the confidence of these heirs, rekindling the light in their dim dao hearts. This is precisely the dao heart required by true powerhouses.

For ordinary people, retreating in the face of stronger foes and feeling powerless is natural, an instinct. Having such a mentality is normal, nothing unexpected.

But they are different. As heirs of the ancient imperial lineage, blessed with talent, resources, and power, they were born to become unparalleled powerhouses, not mere ordinary beings.

To achieve such status, one must possess the heart of a powerhouse, a dauntless dao heart. Otherwise, retreating at every setback is not the dao heart of a true powerhouse.

Real powerhouses should be like Huang Qingtian: calm and unflustered, surprised but not desperate or confused.

“Practice well! We still have a chance!” With that, Huang Qingtian vanished, leaving only his words behind.

The others exchanged glances and dispersed towards various islands, seeking opportunities to strengthen themselves. This place, the Supreme Hall, was meant for prodigies to ascend further.

“It seems that heavenly demon is truly dead!” The Pure Yang Son spread his divine consciousness but couldn’t detect any trace of Mozi Moyuan’s life force.

Like an ant, Mozi Moyuan seemed to have been squashed dead, leaving the Pure Yang Son feeling surreal. Was this too fragile? Was this truly the same person they had just battled?

“No need to look further; he’s dead! Just now, Jiang Chen made his move, completely shattering the opponent’s physical body and thoroughly obliterating his soul! All of this happened in an instant!”

Qin Ershi took a deep breath: “The strength of Jiang Chen far surpasses our imagination! I don’t even know how he cultivates to reach such a level!”

Qin Ershi rarely showed a bitter smile. The tragic death of Mozi Moyuan impacted him greatly, almost overturning his worldview. It was unimaginable.

“Do you feel desperate now?” The Pure Yang Holy Son showed a strange smile.

“Why should I despair? The strength of Jiang Chen indeed surprised me, but that doesn’t lead me to despair! I firmly believe that I still have a chance! One day, I will surpass the Primordial Holy Son!” Qin Ershi’s mentality was very positive.

Even though he was shocked, he quickly recovered. Despite the great gap, he thought it could be made up for in the future. This was Qin Ershi’s current mindset.

“You actually don’t despair, how uninteresting! Just as the rumors say!” The Pure Yang Holy Son muttered: “Since the matter is concluded, I should leave!”

“Whether I can surpass the Primordial Holy Son is uncertain, but I at least have to follow in his footsteps, or else I’ll be scolded by the ancestors of the Holy Land later!” The Pure Yang Holy Son seemed indifferent, but he cared deeply inside.

As one of the heirs of the Holy Land, he could not allow himself to fall too far behind Jiang Chen. Not to mention the ancestors, he couldn’t forgive himself either.

It must be said. The intervention of Jiang Chen this time had a profound impact on everyone, prompting many prodigies to become motivated. They strove to catch up with, and even surpass, Jiang Chen. Soon, everyone dispersed, leaving the island desolate.

…

After a while, Du Guyub’s figure emerged from the ocean and then quickly submerged again, employing the Immortal Devouring Heavenly Art within.

He crazily absorbed the remains of the Demon Abyss. “I thought he was strong! Turns out, he was just a showoff!” Du Guyub, disdainful in his heart, sped up the operation of the Immortal Devouring Heavenly Art.

“But if I devour this demon, I might possess the same talent as Jiang Chen. Reaching the same realm in the future, I might be unable to defeat him!”

With this thought, Du Guyun’s spirit lifted. Missing Qin Ershi’s essence was not an issue; this demon’s would do!

(“Character development?! Too late for you kid!!” Translator sneered looking at Du Guyun with full of sarcasm and disdain.

The translator then turned the page over to translate the next chapter of the novel.

But then something interesting happened as the Translator turned the page over and read few lines something unexpected happened…

‘Pfff!!’ A burst of laughter resounded throughout his room causing his neighbors to call the police for disturbance noises.”