Chapter 692: These Seven Supremes Were All Injured by Me, Yet You Want to Steal My Credit

The Supremes’ faces were bleak.

Their divine abilities were gone.

Their sacred artifacts were gone.

Just Lei Jinglong alone was enough to firmly suppress them.

And nearby, Hui Xie and the other four Filth Tribe Demon Supremes watched like tigers eyeing their prey.

How could this battle be fought?

At this moment, Hui Xie was already grinning from ear to ear.

Literally grinning to the root of his ears, for the special form of the Filth Tribe allowed it.

This was no exaggeration.

“Good, good, good!”

“Lei Jinglong, you’ve done well!”

“I’ll petition the Demon Father, and from now on, you’ll be the foremost Demon Supreme of the Filth Tribe!”

Hui Xie burst into laughter.

The thought of not only retrieving the White Bone Yin Fiend Scripture but also killing seven Supremes filled him with uncontrollable joy.

This was a monumental achievement!

“This spear shall send you all to the grave!”

Lei Jinglong sneered. With a wave of his hand, the colossal bone spear appeared once again.

Though somewhat damaged from the earlier strike, its essence remained terrifying.

And with the Supremes stripped of their trump cards, finishing them was child’s play!

Hui Xie’s face shifted.

Seven Supremes lay before him, utterly defenseless. If the credit for slaying them could be his, it would be an extraordinary merit!

“Lei Jinglong, wait, these seven Supremes…”

He hastily called out to stop him.

But Lei Jinglong’s expression suddenly changed.

“Wait? Why should I wait?”

“I see it now—you want to steal my credit!”

“These seven Supremes were all injured by me, and yet you want to rob me of my credit!”

“You deserve death!”

Lei Jinglong roared in fury.

The bone spear did not strike toward Lei Daoheng and the others. Instead, it thundered toward Hui Xie and the four Demon Supremes!

Hui Xie was stunned.

Caught off guard, he couldn’t dodge, nor could the three Demon Supremes behind him react in time.

Boom!

A terrifying explosion rang out.

The four Demon Supremes were blasted into the distance, their bodies shattered into hundreds of fragments that scattered in all directions.

Yet even in this state, they lived. Unless every piece was reduced to dust, they could not die.

“Damn it… this!”

Hui Xie was both shocked and enraged.

All he had done was speak a single sentence, yet Lei Jinglong immediately suspected him of vying for credit—and attacked him on the spot!

The bone spear forged from Demon Saint remains was indeed terrifying.

In just one strike, the four Demon Supremes had no chance to resist!

Lei Daoheng and the others were equally taken aback.

Who could have foreseen Lei Jinglong’s sudden shift?

Hu Qing blinked and quickly transmitted to the others, “In that instant, Lei Jinglong’s expression changed slightly.”

“I suspect it was Lei Jinglong’s true will subtly influencing his demonized self, redirecting his rage toward the Filth Tribe Demon Supremes, making him believe they sought to steal his merit.”

Lei Daoheng, Xiang Gu, and the others nodded in agreement.

Hui Xie immediately kowtowed, begging for mercy. “Lei Jinglong, we are on the same side, let’s talk this out!”

Lei Jinglong sneered. “I’ll spare you for now, but all your sacred artifacts belong to me.”

Fury surged in Hui Xie and the others’ hearts, but they dared not show it. They could only obediently hand over their sacred artifacts.

The situation grew increasingly bizarre.

Human Supremes, beast Supremes, and demon Supremes all lay defeated on the ground.

Only the demonized Lei Jinglong stood tall, clutching the bone spear like a death god harvesting lives.

“Now, it’s your turn to die.”

Lei Jinglong strode toward Lei Daoheng and the others.

Lei Daoheng was now barely hanging on, breath faint.

All he could do was sigh.

Things had come to this point, and there was no one else to blame.

The fault lay with Lei Jinglong’s greed and recklessness.

Had he consulted with him and the other two Supremes beforehand, matters would not have fallen to such a dire state.

“Do it.”

Lei Daoheng sighed once more.

Their sacred artifacts were broken, their divine abilities unusable—these Supremes had no way to save themselves.

Now, no one could rescue them.

It seemed only fate remained.

“All of you, go to the afterlife!”

Lei Jinglong’s face twisted with struggle.

The good and evil within his nature clashed again and again.

But in the end, madness crushed reason.

The demonic will smothered what humanity remained.

With a roar, Lei Jinglong raised the colossal bone spear and thrust forward!

At that very instant, a terrifying violet thunder spear suddenly struck down!

It came without warning, without cause.

Even Lei Jinglong was caught off guard.

He was forced to draw back the bone spear to meet the descending violet thunder spear.

Boom!

The explosion of thunder tore through the air, and part of the bone spear shattered once more.

After all, it was only crafted from a Demon Saint’s remains, never properly refined.

Its durability was far weaker than most sacred artifacts.

The sudden appearance of the violet thunder spear left the other Supremes equally bewildered.

By right, Lei Jinglong should have been under the protection of the Thunder Prison, untouched by falling lightning.

So what did this violet thunder spear mean?

“Hm?”

Lei Jinglong narrowed his eyes toward the distance.

He had sensed an intruder.

And not just him—Lei Daoheng and the others also felt a cultivator approaching rapidly.

“I wondered who it might be, but it’s only a little ant.”

Lei Jinglong sneered.

He felt it clearly.

The newcomer’s realm was only Nirvana.

Stronger than an ordinary Nirvana, perhaps, but still nothing more than an ant.

No comparison to a Supreme.

Soon, the figure soared into view, appearing before all their eyes.

A black-robed man, tall and upright, features dignified.

His aura revealed only Nirvana realm cultivation.

The Supremes, without exception, showed disappointment.

They had hoped for another Supreme entering the Thunder Prison.

But alas.

Compared to the Supreme realm, Nirvana was far too weak.

Even a hundred Nirvana cultivators would make no difference.

Xiang Gu and Hu Qing, however, looked more closely.

Their brows arched in surprise.

If memory served, this was the very same cultivator who had claimed first place in all three trials of the Cangqing Grotto Heaven, making his name across the Southern Isles.

But why was he here—

In Dongzhou.

In the Thunder Prison.

Standing before them now.

Too many things made no sense.

How could a mere Nirvana cultivator travel from the Southern Isles to Dongzhou?

Did he, too, possess the ability to freely cross the void like a Supreme?

“How amusing.”

“A little Nirvana dares rush here only to die.”

Lei Jinglong’s gaze locked onto the black-robed man, laughter chilling.

The black-robed cultivator was Shen Mo.

He smiled faintly.

“Without certainty, why would I come to die?”

Lei Jinglong burst into wild laughter, his expression twisted with cruelty.

“Certainty? Seven Supremes could not stand against me—where do you find certainty?”

“You have only one certainty—your death!”

“Die, ignorant child!”

His words fell, and Lei Jinglong’s hand clenched.

A thunder spear condensed out of nothingness and shot straight at Shen Mo!

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