CHAPTER 561: CHAPTER 561: DECEIVING ONESELF

At this very moment, they couldn’t afford to think about anything else, so everyone turned their attention to a battle between the Day King and his three disciples.

Three against one—what would happen this time?

Would Yang Tian dare to kill again?

The truth proved that Yang Tian not only dared but did so without hesitation, deceiving even himself.

"Is this... a declaration?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Bao Ke’s previously unchangeable smile vanished. His once jolly, Buddha-like demeanor now felt suffocating.

On the spectator stands, Hee Jin stared directly at Yang Tian and muttered: "It’s over... Tian Chun... the heavens... still determined to kill me... it’s done."

One disciple glared at Yang Tian fiercely as the Night King raised his blade and roared: "Cut the crescent moon!"

In an instant, a crescent blade light shot out from his long sword, charging directly toward Yang Tian.

Faced with the blade light, a peculiar smile appeared on Yang Tian’s face. Instead of lifting a weapon, he struck out with his bare hand, shouting: "Cut the Black Devil!"

Shhh!

A black crescent emerged, clashing directly with the crescent blade light.

The disciples of the Night King who witnessed this scene couldn’t help but reveal strange expressions.

Because they realized that Yang Tian’s Black Crescent looked almost identical to the crescent blade light, except one was black and the other white, with barely any differences between them.

What was different?

As this thought dawned, the Night King’s disciple abruptly froze, realizing the difference only as his crescent blade light shattered like tofu against the black crescent, which continued its path—unstoppably—toward him.

In the moment before his death, the disciple finally understood the difference.

The difference was authority!

Bang!

The black crescent pierced through the disciple’s body, splitting him clean in half. He fell lifelessly to the ground. Dead!

And... another one dead?

As onlookers processed this, they almost completely lost control.

Were both dead? Or was it the Day King’s disciple who had died? Or the Night King’s disciple?

All eyes turned to Du Shidi’s lifeless body lying on the ground as Yang Tian stood tall, proud, amidst the chaos. The crowd was filled with shock and dread.

They were astonished not only by Yang Tian’s audacity to slaughter both disciples of kings spanning day and night, but by the eerie inactivity of the Four Envoys as Du Shidi perished before their eyes!

Who exactly was Yang Tian?

Could he be the ruler of a chaotic city, someone neither the Day King nor the Night King dared to touch?

With this thought, their gaze shifted toward the strongest among them, preparing for Yang Tian’s next move.

Surely Lu Mu’s strength spoke volumes—wasn’t this the key to deciphering the situation?

Yet Lu Shu furrowed his brow deeply, as perplexed as anyone.

Just then, an inexplicable tremor—a paralyzing dread—washed over everyone’s hearts. The atmosphere grew heavy, vast, unfathomable.

This was the aura of tribulation!

Were the Day King and the Night King arriving?

Everyone had this thought simultaneously. Under such oppressive energy, their heads tilted instinctively towards the heavens.

But before their vision could clear, the pressure heightened.

Thud!

In this blood-soaked battle, even the strongest warriors and those bearing wounds alike collapsed under the strain, succumbing to unconsciousness.

Weaker individuals—whether in the early stages, intermediate stages, or even at the later stages—fell one after another like fragile leaves.

Finally, figures cloaked in black and white appeared in the skies, overshadowing the arena. Amidst the carnage, only a few remained—blood-stained assassins, grinning tigers, sorrowful ghosts, and the steadfast Xiao Yi’er—all peak-level cultivators.

And, of course, Yang Tian.

"Hail the Day King!" "Hail the Night King!"

As the black-and-white figures grew clearer, the Four Envoys, led by Su Youu, knelt reverently on the ground, shouting in unison.

Were they the Day King and the Night King?

With white robes and flowing silver hair, the Day King; with dark robes and an imposing demeanor, the Night King; both stood as the Four Envoys bowed.

Only Lu Mu could keep clarity of mind amidst the chaos. But even he wore a horrified expression as he swiftly knelt.

In the entire arena, only Yang Tian remained standing in midair.

"Why do you refuse to kneel?"

The silver-haired elder, none other than the Day King, and the Night King landed gently onto the platform and asked coldly.

"Why must I kneel?"

Yang Tian responded in an equally calm tone.

The Night King furrowed his brow, his gaze murderous, a light of killing intent flickering in his eyes: "If you don’t kneel, you’ll die."

Speaking thus, the Night King raised his hand suddenly, pointing a single finger directly at Yang Tian—a gesture of absolute command.

Though it was merely a finger, the sound of overwhelming pressure emanating from the Night King’s hand filled the air.

What were assassins at their peak—masters of concealment or calculated killing—before that finger’s crushing force? Their faces paled, bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"This... this is the power of the Night King?"

"The Night King is one of the leaders of chaotic cities, a mortal terror across endless seas. This... this is not pressure an ordinary tribulation-crossing cultivator could muster!"

Lu Ji previously brimmed with arrogance.

Now he felt like an ant seconds away from being crushed.

Even Lu Ji was like this; Indi Cang and others couldn’t squeeze out a word, while the weakest among them, Xiao Yi’er, coughed up blood from sheer effort to stand.

Yet, they all stared upwards at Yang Tian, desperate to discern what fate awaited the Night King’s target.

Seeing Yang Tian, they were stunned.

Because Yang Tian showed no signs of struggle, nor a single hint of fear. He was treating the Night King’s fearsome attack with the same casualness he’d shown before.

Lu Mu was not spared, nor were the Four Envoys immune to the shock.

"He... what does he intend to do? Is he planning to stop the Night King’s finger using brute force?"

The Night King was baffled, muttering in disbelief.

But the King Jin’s envoy, Xiang Zuo, sneered immediately: "What do I believe? He’s insane. With abilities like these today, how could he act so arrogantly?"

"Tread carefully when speaking of Sasuke!"

Before Xiang Zuo could finish, Su Youu swiftly cut him off.

But it was clearly too late. From the calm yet deadly gaze of the white-robed Day King standing among the envoys, it was clear his soft-spoken: "What did you just say?" carried lethal intent.

"It’s... nothing!"

Xiang Zuo faltered quickly in response.

"He... he isn’t dead!"

Lu Family, Indi Cang, Bao Ke—those who fainted—stirred awake, witnessing the Night King wounded just a moment later.

Could it have been Yang Tian who injured him?

Impossible!

The expressions on the faces of the Four Envoys turned gruesome. Even the Night King’s succession envoy stepped forth in visible alarm.

But no matter the circumstance, the way they gazed at Yang Tian now had drastically shifted.

Who was the Night King?

The Night King ruled through chaos and hegemony, standing side by side with the Day King!