Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 2176 The Descent of the Queen Mother of the West

The Green-Clad Immortal King frowned, sensing something was amiss. "It's been too quiet. With the emergence of three Ghost Emperors and hundreds of ghost army soldiers under their command, no matter how strong that woman is, she's ultimately isolated and helpless. I'm afraid... she'll have already been blasted into dust by now, right?"

"If she dies, that's fine, but I'm afraid that after the Hundred Ghosts Clan kills her, they will hide in the shadows and wait for an opportunity to ambush us. That would be troublesome!" The Purple-Clad Immortal King said with worry.

"There is no need to panic."

Upon hearing this voice, the six men's expressions immediately became extremely respectful, and they quickly knelt down to pay their respects.

In the void behind them, a divine tiger was slowly pulling a dazzling phoenix chariot forward.

If Su Bujin were present, he would definitely recognize this beast as the guardian of the Kunlun Mountain Divine Pavilion, the Divine Tiger Kaiming!
If a ferocious beast at the Immortal King realm could willingly become its mount, then the identity of the Phoenix Chariot's owner would be obvious.

On the phoenix carriage sat a graceful and elegant figure, surrounded by auspicious seven-colored clouds, with a golden wheel of merit floating behind her head, radiating a majestic and awe-inspiring power that made people dare not look directly at her.

Kunlun Mountain, the Queen Mother of the West, a peak Immortal Venerable!
"Now that the Hundred Ghosts Clan has been successfully born, where are the Hundred Ghosts Clan beings, and where are the Asura women you mentioned?"

The voice of the Queen Mother of the West emanated from the phoenix carriage, ethereal yet majestic, as if capable of calming all the restlessness in the world.

The Orange-Clad Immortal King composed himself and immediately replied, "It's absolutely true. That woman is incredibly strange. It was only thanks to the appearance of the three Ghost Emperors that she was held back; otherwise, we might not have been able to see you alive."

“I’m not doubting that you’re lying. I can sense that there are at least four remaining auras of Immortal Emperors here. They must be the Ghost Emperors and that woman. But what’s interesting is that the auras of three Ghost Emperors are very faint, as if they’re about to disappear. No, wait.”

Suddenly, the Queen Mother of the West's calm voice revealed a hint of surprise: "This is an illusion formed by killing intent. I actually misjudged it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phoenix carriage cast a holy light, and the scene of Feitian City melted away as quickly as ice and snow.

However, when they passed through the outer mist and saw the scene before them, the voices of the Six Immortals of Kunlun came to an abrupt halt.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

The earth-shattering battle cries that were expected did not appear, nor did the scene of the three demon kings besieging Vimalakirti.

What came into view was a tragic scene, like a living hell, no, it was a terrifying scene that even hell could not describe.

The once majestic Feitian City is now a ruin, its black soil stained a dark purple, the color of dried blood from the Hundred Ghosts Clan.

The ground was covered with corpses, severed limbs, and not a single survivor.

The devastation was so intense, it was as if some ancient ferocious beast had swept through and utterly crushed this place.

"This..." Even the Six Immortals of Kunlun couldn't help but feel their legs go weak, almost losing their composure and making a fool of themselves.

"All wiped out?" The Green-Clad Immortal King's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his teeth grinding. "The Hundred Ghost Clan... the entire clan slaughtered?"

Even the Queen Mother of the West, atop her phoenix carriage, revealed a deep shock for the first time in her usually indifferent and arrogant phoenix eyes.

"The aura of the three Ghost Emperors is undeniable," the Queen Mother of the West murmured to herself. "From the outbreak of the battle until now, only half an hour has passed. Even if I were to personally take action, I might not be able to slaughter all three Immortal Emperors. Could it be that other powerful figures from the Underworld have intervened?"

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the lingering, violent killing intent. This killing intent was so strong that even the six Kunlun Immortals, who possessed protective immortal light, felt a stinging sensation on their skin.

"Look! There's someone there!"

Suddenly, the blue-robed Immortal King pointed to a high platform in the center of the ruins and exclaimed in surprise. Everyone turned to look.

On the high platform made of countless white bones, the mist slowly dissipated, revealing a dark red figure standing silently with his back to the crowd.

Hearing the noise, the figure slowly turned around.

It was Vimalakirti.

At this moment, she exuded an extremely terrifying killing intent; she was injured but not fatal.

What made the Six Immortals of Kunlun feel the most uneasy was that she was carrying three things in her hands.

Those were three hearts that were still beating slightly.

Of these three hearts, one was as black as ink, radiating extreme resentment; one was as white as bone, exuding a chilling aura; and the other was shrouded in purple mist, appearing both noble and eerie.

"That is..." The pupils of the Six Immortals of Kunlun instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints, "...the hearts of the three Ghost Emperors?!"

The three Ghost Kings, each a powerful Immortal King capable of dominating a region, were all killed by Vimalakirti alone when they joined forces.

"Did she do all of this by herself?" Even the Queen Mother of the West scrutinized this woman she had never heard of before.

"I was just worried about not being able to find you." Vimalakirti looked at the Six Immortals of Kunlun in the sky, a wicked and arrogant smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Ignoring the crowd's horror, she slowly raised the three hearts in her hands.

"None of you will leave here alive today."

Before he could finish speaking, to the utter astonishment of the Queen Mother of the West and the Six Immortals of Kunlun, Vimalakirti opened his mouth and bit into the heart.

puff!

Blood splattered.

She was savoring the most delicious fruit in the world, chewing it with gusto.

As the heart was swallowed, a surge of powerful ghostly essence exploded within her body, only to be forcibly refined by Asura's domineering bloodline.

Her wounds healed at a visible speed, and her aura rose steadily. Her previously somewhat weak momentum surged again, even more terrifying than before!
Then came the second one, and the third one.

In a short moment, the essence of the three Ghost Kings' lifelong cultivation was completely transformed into nourishment for Vimalakirti.

"Gulp..." The six immortals of Kunlun swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down their spines. This was simply a monster born for destruction!

After finishing the last bite, Vimalakirti casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his blood-red eyes fixed on the Queen Mother of the West, his gaze revealing undisguised fighting spirit.

“Finally, a decent one has arrived.” She licked her lips, her voice like a curse from the depths of hell, “Would your heart taste a little better?”

Staring at her with those aggressive eyes, the Queen Mother of the West felt a long-lost sense of offense.

She is a high and mighty immortal, the Queen Mother of the West who is worshipped by all immortals. How could she have been regarded as "food"?
However, the Queen Mother of the West was not angry. The Vimalakirti before her was indeed an anomaly. His ability to slaughter the Hundred Ghosts Clan was enough to prove that he possessed the strength of a half-step Immortal Venerable or even close to an Immortal Venerable.

But what about that?
"How dare you utter such arrogant words, you wretched creature!" The Queen Mother of the West shouted coldly, her voice like rolling thunder, dispelling the surrounding stench of blood.