Chapter 1348 — The Fiend Who Destroyed Creation
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On the back of the treasure seal, the Grand Emperor's heart gave a lurch.
"That voice.
. .
Damn it!
The old bastard is still alive! " He hastily stirred his divine consciousness, trying to fashion an illusion to blind Shu Jun's senses.
But Shen Mu's Four Mines Great Seal was far too strong; the divine consciousness he could call upon was truly limited, and he was no great master of consciousness-illusions—Gong Yun was.
The Grand Emperor groaned inwardly. Shu Jun was not only his old rival; by seniority, he was also his uncle. Of the Three Kings of the Primordial Age, Divine King Boyang had been the steadiest and most reserved, and had never contended with him for the seat of Grand Emperor; Divine King Gong Yun had wanted the throne badly, but had failed to best him, and in the end had simply married him.
Having failed to become the Grand Emperor, she would become the Grand Emperor's woman, and rule the world by a roundabout road.
Shu Jun, though, was not so easy to deal with.
From first to last, Shu Jun had never once softened toward him—always contending, always fighting, and leaning on his standing as uncle, he had never given the Grand Emperor a civil look. In the Primordial Age, he had been the Grand Emperor's greatest headache. If he were to see now that nothing of the Grand Emperor remained but a head, heaven knew what he would say. But Shu Jun had already come to Shen Mu's side, thrusting his great head forward to peer at the treasure seal behind Shen Mu, and laughed: "Where did you rob this treasure from?
You should have gone to pick over the Grand Emperor's corpse—I went to pick it over myself, and a pity it was, arriving too late, I got nothing at all. . .
Juyu!
" A look of shock spread over his face; his gaze fell upon the head bound to the seal's back by four mountain ranges and could not be torn away.
His expression froze, and a moment later turned savage; he ground his teeth: "Grand Emperor! " The Grand Emperor sighed to himself and sneered: "Shu Jun, you're still alive? Truly, in this life there is nowhere we do not meet.
.
. " "You son of a bitch!
" Shu Jun flew into a rage, his voice harsh: "You scum who destroyed my Creator race!
Heaven be thanked, even you have come to this day—you son of a bitch, you killed my Creator race! Everyone is dead—why aren't you dead, you son of a bitch?
You dog—" "Silence! " The Grand Emperor's fury erupted, every curl of his hair standing on end, the majesty of the Primordial Great Emperor beyond all challenge, his voice shaking with rage: "You are merely a King, while I am the Emperor.
Keep your filthy mouth clean. . . " "You son-of-a-bitch Grand Emperor! " The big-headed youth stepped forward, meaning to come to blows with him, and raged: "Without the Creator race, what the hell kind of emperor are you? Every one of the clan died because of you!
" He wrenched the seal away; inside it the Grand Emperor could only take the beating, powerless to resist, and in a transport of fury he shouted: "Mu Tianzun, stop him for me!
" Shen Mu did not intervene. Beside himself, the Grand Emperor cried: "Shu Jun, do you have the face to lay the extinction of the Creators at my door? Back then, were you any better than I?
When we were driven out of the Ancestral Court, our strength was already inferior to the Ancient Gods—and was it not you who insisted on war?
By then I had already lost my authority; I could not command the armies of the Creator clans! Their clans recommended you as commander-in-chief—you were the Grand Emperor then! I was already a stray dog, with no power left!