The Fall of the Stone King Lang Ya

Even a Stone King as powerful as Lang Ya was sent flying by the white fat boy's palm, his body cracking from the blow. One could imagine the force contained in that strike.

Lang Ya's expression changed dramatically. He could not believe that this chubby little youth could command such strength. How could flesh and blood contend with a Stone King?

He struck again in a flash, his divine consciousness enveloping the entire Purple Wind City. If someone were hiding in the shadows, they could not escape his detection.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Lang Ya's five fingers thrust forward like five divine iron rods, their dazzling light piercing through even a great world. How could a flesh-and-blood body withstand such force?

Though the overwhelming pressure was aimed solely at the fat boy, the surrounding cultivators still found it unbearable. Many trembled in fear, some collapsing outright.

This was the power of a true Stone King.

But the monstrous white fat boy, though his voice carried a crying tone and he shouted that it wasn't him, was no slouch. His chubby little hands flailed about, blocking and parrying wildly. Though he looked clumsy, he effectively held off the Stone King.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Each impact rang like hammer striking metal, like divine swords clashing. The two figures exchanged blows, the light distorting the surrounding space.

Lang Ya was shaken. The first time, he had been caught off guard and suffered a crushing defeat—that was understandable. But now, with murderous intent unleashed and such fierce attacks, he still could not break through. This was no coincidence.

With his eyesight, he could tell that the fat boy was being controlled. The true mastermind had not even taken the field directly. This realization sent chills down his spine.

"Ouch! Ouch! That hurts! Old Stone, I really didn't kill those people!" the white fat boy whined, grimacing as he parried. His expression was comical, but no one watching laughed.

"Then you die!"

Lang Ya knew there would be no peaceful resolution today. He sensed a great ill omen and had already begun to think of retreat.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

His palm- fingers kept colliding with the fat boy's hands.

"It hurts! Why won't anyone believe me? I really didn't do it…" The white fat boy was almost crying as he lashed out wildly.

"Bam!"

As his words fell, Lang Ya was kicked away by the fat boy—a vicious, precise kick that shattered his abdomen. Even a Stone King as powerful as Lang Ya let out a miserable cry. The kick was utterly devastating, and he tumbled backward.

It was both ridiculous and chilling: the white fat boy, crying and shouting as he protested his innocence, charged forward and began stomping wildly on Lang Ya.

"Ten thousand laws vanish; I stand alone. Three spans—the world ends!"

Lang Ya was ruthless. He directly summoned this fearsome divine principle, his ancient, immortal might concentrated within a three-span radius. Nothing could withstand such overwhelming force. The entire world seemed to be destroyed.

A brilliant light rose from the ground, piercing through heaven and earth. Within three spans, space decayed and collapsed. Chaos surged and vanished in an endless cycle.

But to everyone's shock, the white fat boy, screaming in fright with tears streaming down his face, remained completely unharmed. His chubby feet kept stomping Lang Ya, unaffected.

Those blinding rays shot toward him but were pushed away by a gentle, invisible force.

"I didn't mean to! Stomp, stomp…"

Jaws dropped. This fat man was savage. He stomped with glee while feigning innocence.

Lang Ya nearly fainted. His divine principle had failed utterly. With successive catastrophic wounds, both his legs were broken by the boy's kicks. Though he constantly changed positions, using space principles to shift like shadows through the void, his opponent moved with him, clinging like a curse, impossible to shake.

"I really don't want to kill anyone…"

Even as the white fat boy wept and cried, his hands reached out and grabbed Lang Ya's shoulders. With a sudden wrench, Stone King blood splattered as he tore Lang Ya apart with his bare hands.

In the distance, everyone was silent. This was a devastating shock!

This was a mighty Stone King, yet someone had torn him limb from limb with their bare hands. What kind of monstrous power was this?

"Rooooar!"

Lang Ya's long cry split the sky, shaking the entire eastern region of the Primordial Celestial Realm.

His flesh erupted in flames. The Stone King blood that splashed down burned through the heavens. He struggled free with immense difficulty, then produced a wolf-fang stone club in his hand and roared: "Those who humiliate me must pay the same price—unless a sovereign, never to appear again!"

Shame stabbed into Lang Ya's heart like a steel needle. In ages past, he had shattered the earth with his bare hands, slain countless beings, and fought the Five Kings of the Chaotic Land. The blood of the Nine Provinces' Ancestral Gods stained his hands, and he had bathed in the blood of Stone Men. Now, to be so suppressed by this humiliating opponent—a savage being like him could not bear it. He was even willing to sacrifice his life to drag his enemy down with him.

The wolf-fang stone club was his lifebound stone weapon, at his side since before he became a cultivator. It had evolved with him all the way to Stone King.

"Boom!"

The club pierced through the void, stabbing directly toward the white fat boy. Even the boy's defenses could not stop it. He could only watch helplessly as the club drove toward him.

But at that moment, a tiny structure appeared on his chest—no more than a foot in size, like a small stone prison or a miniature stone pagoda.

The wolf-fang club sank into it inch by inch, entirely absorbed by the stone pagoda. The mighty Stone King's lifebound weapon was slowly taken away!

"No!"

Lang Ya screamed, feeling as though a part of his soul had been torn away. The stone weapon that had accompanied him through the ages had now completely lost its connection to him.

The crowd was stunned. Every cultivator in Purple Wind City was astounded. The Stone King's strongest strike, yet someone had casually confiscated his lifebound weapon. The meaning was clear: the enemy was far too terrifying.

In that moment, Lang Ya knew he was no match. The enemy could utterly annihilate him. The legends of an immortal Stone King meant nothing now—this was a being of extreme danger.

Understanding this, Lang Ya felt as if cold water had been poured over his head. He instantly calmed and turned to flee.

Glory and honor meant nothing when life and death hung in the balance. Only survival mattered.

"Going so soon, before I truly meet an old friend?"

A cold voice reached Lang Ya's ears. The white fat boy's body suddenly went limp and crumpled to the ground. In his place, a figure materialized—a dark-haired, dark-eyed youth, his flesh-and-blood body shining with precious radiance, an oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe.

It was not the white fat boy who had displayed such divine might—it was this person!

Every cultivator present felt a shock of realization.

"But how can a flesh-and-blood body suppress a Stone King?"

"Could this be the perfected Upper Ancestral God realm? Legend says such a body can shatter a Stone King…"

Murmurs spread through Purple Wind City.

Lang Ya's escape route was cut off. Xiao Chen blocked his path. The youth's form shimmered with faint divine light, his flesh-and-blood body appearing ethereal and indistinct, hard to make out clearly.

Lang Ya's heart turned to ice. He knew there would be no peaceful resolution today. He might fall here.

Words were useless now. He had to burn his bridges and fight to the death, waiting for Zixiao Wang and the others to arrive.

"You are…"

Lang Ya sensed a familiar aura. His eyes widened in shock. When he realized who this was, he could hardly believe it.

"Bam!"

Xiao Chen had no mercy. Lang Ya's hands were stained with the blood of Nine Provinces Ancestral Gods. Xiao Chen struck with cold efficiency, intent on a decisive kill. In truth, when he had controlled the white fat boy earlier, he had not been toying with the enemy—he had been using a Stone King's divine ability. Otherwise, it would not have been so easy to shatter the Stone King's body.

As Lang Ya retreated, he roared: "Mind-force conceptual killing! Man-killing king, deity-slaying king, demon-exterminating, kill! Kill! Kill!"

Driven to desperation, he was ready to go all out.

"A fallen Stone King, your original body long destroyed—how can you contend with me?"

Xiao Chen struck mercilessly, forming hand seals from the Heavenly Stele Profound Art.

"Boom!"

He used a Heavenly Seal to break the divine principle, shattering the supreme law. The Seal of Heaven expanded like a coiled dragon lunging from the heavens, then suddenly swooped down.

"Crash!"

The old Stone King's body was blown apart. The Heavenly Seal's power was astronomical. Heavy fragments rained down into Purple Wind City, raising clouds of dust.

Everyone was speechless, barely daring to breathe. This was a Stone King from the Otherworld! Even in the Primordial Celestial Realm, he could dominate. Apart from King Pangu and a few others from the Nine Provinces, who dared challenge him?

Yet now, he had been beaten to destruction before their eyes. This was a major event that would shake the Celestial Realm.

That mysterious youth was terrifying. Flesh and blood, yet he could shatter a Stone King. What kind of battle power dwelt within that mortal shell?

"Turn your hand, cover the sky. Upend Yin and Yang, overturn the world. Master heaven and earth!"

Even with his body broken, Lang Ya cried out. If he could not win, he would at least cripple his enemy.

Xiao Chen sat solemnly, one hand forming a seal that descended slowly—it was the Five Emperor Seal, now fully matured!

This supreme seal had incomparable power, a sovereign-level invincible imprint. It shattered Lang Ya's supreme laws on the spot and smashed his already fractured body.

"I refuse…"

Lang Ya's long howl of divine thought shook the entire eastern region of the Primordial Celestial Realm. Mountains and rivers trembled.

Xiao Chen did not want any accidents. He decisively pressed down the stone pagoda in his hand like a cage, collecting the shattered body. Then he sat cross-legged in the void, beginning to refine the Stone King Lang Ya.

His precious body shimmered with light. Before him, the foot-tall pagoda blazed with divine fire. Lang Ya's unwilling roars echoed from within.

Everyone was dumbstruck. The shock was beyond words. This result was simply unacceptable. A Stone King had been slain before their eyes, and he was being refined alive!

Even in the Celestial Realm, where Stone Kings from various realms roamed, such a refinement of a Stone King was a rare sight.

The white fat boy standing nearby was utterly stunned. There was no doubt that this youth had controlled the entire battle from the beginning.

As for the golden-haired youth, he had put away his roguish expression, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

Xiao Chen had already sealed the entire Purple Wind City with his divine power. He wanted to completely annihilate Lang Ya, afraid that his consciousness might escape.

After all, Stone Kings, though they could be defeated, were extremely difficult to destroy permanently.

Lang Ya had weathered many storms—after the war in the Chaotic Land eons ago, his body had been destroyed; three civilization cycles ago, Ge Qian and Keke's father had destroyed his Stone King body—but each time he had survived the ordeal. This showed just how hard it was to completely eliminate a Stone King.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Purple Wind City shook. Someone tore through Xiao Chen's seal and burst in.

Purple light surged from the east. Zixiao Wang appeared in the sky, his divine might covering all, a stone pagoda in his hand.

At the same time, the western sky trembled. Shi Shi materialized on the horizon.

"Boom!"

The southern sky shattered. The master of Floating Island—Xuankong the Stone King—appeared.

Three kings had arrived simultaneously. The pressure was immense. Everyone in Purple Wind City trembled. Many cultivators knelt directly, unable to bear the weight.

"Quite the display!" Xiao Chen said, but he did not rise. He remained cross-legged in the void, continuing to refine Lang Ya in the stone pagoda.

"King Lang Ya, we came a step too late. Please forgive us." Zixiao Wang spoke even as he and the other two joined forces to summon the might of heaven and earth.

Xiao Chen's heart jolted. A strand of Lang Ya's consciousness had still escaped. He had not managed to trap all of him in the stone prison.

Indeed, Stone Kings were nearly impossible to completely destroy.

"Ah…"

Lang Ya's consciousness screamed. His body and divine power were gone. He was nearly mad.

"Kill him!"

Lang Ya's voice was like a thousand-year-old demon's wail, sending chills down everyone's spines.

But Xiao Chen was not afraid. He knew Lang Ya was finished. He had destroyed his physical body. What remained was a wisp of consciousness that could not stir up much trouble.

"Kill you… I fear you will never have that wish fulfilled." Xiao Chen sat calmly in the void. "Now let me finish destroying your physical body."

"Boom!"

The stone pagoda before him blazed with radiance, elevating to its peak. The body and power within melted completely, absorbed into the stone prison.

"Lang Ya will become history. But I should not be the one to destroy that last strand of your consciousness. The Tenth Son of the Ancestral Dragon will end you."

"It's you… Xiao Chen!"

At this moment, Shi Shi's face was so dark it seemed ready to drip water. The enmity between him and Xiao Chen ran deep. His killing intent was limitless.

Zixiao Wang's expression was equally grim. Xiao Chen had once cost him the supreme treasure, the Five Emperor Tower. Such a grievance could not be resolved. Everyone in the Celestial Realm knew that the Three Sovereign Mirror and the Five Emperor Tower were key to contending for the sovereign throne.

Yet even as these three Stone Kings watched, they felt a chill. That Xiao Chen was a flesh-and-blood body. That made them uneasy.

Fortunately, they sensed that Xiao Chen was not on the level of the Little Stone Emperor. Otherwise, they would have fled immediately.

"A flesh-and-blood Stone King… Heh heh heh…" Xuankong Laozu's laughter was sinister. "In the Primordial Age, someone cultivated the perfected Upper Ancestral God realm. Now, another has appeared…"

"What's the difference between a flesh-and-blood king and a Stone King? Both can be slain!" Shi Shi, Zixiao Wang, and Xuankong Laozu naturally stood together. A flesh-and-blood king made them uneasy, and the best solution was to annihilate him here and now.

Xiao Chen was indeed powerful, but he did not want to fight three kings at once. He turned and walked away, not fleeing, but calmly stepping away step by step. At the same time, he grabbed the white fat boy, the golden-haired youth, and the Phoenix clan youth and brought them along.

"Think you can leave? Not so easy!"

Shi Shi attacked immediately, corpse mist filling the sky to block Xiao Chen's path.

Purple light surged, and Zixiao Wang struck as well.

"If I want to leave, even the three of you acting together cannot stop me!" Xiao Chen trod on the void, his steps ghostly and unpredictable, like a transcendent immortal. One step, one vanishing trace. He emerged calmly from the encirclement of three kings.

Ten thousand divine principles. The three kings attacked in unison, their power filling heaven and earth.

Xiao Chen's figure flickered, blurred, and then vanished beyond their range, evading all attacks.

"Don't push me. I will kill you all."

With those final words, Xiao Chen disappeared from sight entirely, his tracks wiped clean.

"Arrogant beyond bounds! Let us go slaughter every member of the Zhuge family and the Solar family—every man, woman, and child. He will have to show himself then!" Shi Shi's voice rang through Purple Wind City, leaving everyone speechless.

This corpse king was too cruel. To force Xiao Chen out, he would annihilate two entire clans.

"Excellent!" Zixiao Wang nodded without hesitation, charging toward the distance.

The three Stone Kings departed together. Only after a long while did Purple Wind City explode with noise.

"How can a flesh-and-blood person kill a Stone King? Three kings surrounded him, and he walked away calmly…"

"That is the perfected Upper Ancestral God realm. In some ways, it's even more terrifying than a Stone King!"

"Xiao Chen? I've never heard that name…"

"I recall hearing it somewhere. It seems to be a cultivator from the Nine Provinces, long vanished…"

"I remember now! He was the one who cultivated the Heavenly Stele Profound Art in ages past. He has returned after countless ages. Truly fearsome."

Among the cultivators of Purple Wind City, Xiao Chen's name had been forgotten by the vast majority, but from today onward, it would be remembered.

Xiao Chen had not expected to meet Shi Shi and Zixiao Wang so soon.

The Zhuge family and the Solar family were not far apart. When the three kings arrived, everyone sensed their presence.

"You certainly have no shame. To deal with me, you would harm innocents. Are you still worthy of being called Stone Kings?" Xiao Chen glared at the trio before him, then added: "If you dare kill a single person here, I will exterminate your entire clan. Believe me, I am not joking."

At that moment, two familiar figures shot into the sky. One was the white fat man, who even at a distance began shouting: "Xiao Chen? Is it really Xiao Chen?!"

It was Fatty Zhuge. He was extremely excited. Beside him, the white fat boy who had beaten a Stone King to a pulp now looked at Xiao Chen with a mixture of awe and fear.

On the other side, a golden-haired youth flew over, his expression as flamboyant as ever. It was Totti. But this was not the time for reunions. The three Stone Kings were advancing.

"Who can stop us from killing? You dare threaten us with genocide…" Shi Shi's voice was sinister. "Then I will kill someone right in front of you!"

"Think carefully. You all have descendants and disciples."

So saying, Xiao Chen sent the stone pagoda in his hand flying as a beam of light toward the distant western lands.

"Shi Shi, make your move, and my pagoda will utterly annihilate your entire lineage. Your disciples and grand-disciples will all die in the next quarter-hour!" Xiao Chen's voice was icy.

Shi Shi was enraged.

"Xuankong Laozu, if you dare act, look at this." A Heavenly Stele flew from Xiao Chen's palm toward the distant Floating Island.

Xuankong Laozu was also shocked and furious.

"Zixiao Wang, if you act, I don't mind erasing your Zixiao Palace and destroying the Death World stronghold simultaneously." As he spoke, a stone jar flew toward Zixiao Palace, radiating infinite curses. If opened, it would be even more terrifying than the Heavenly Stele and the stone pagoda.

Xiao Chen was openly threatening three Stone Kings.

"You dare?!" All three kings glared, their killing intent on full display.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" At that moment, a figure rose into the sky—it was Keke's father. Xiao Chen was overjoyed, for he saw many familiar faces. Besides Keke's father, there were Chu Xingkuang, Jue Dao, Samo, Yao Yao, Xue Wu, Zhao Zhongyang, Meng Xiangqian, Canghai, and others—all gathered here.

Old Fatty Zhuge laughed heartily: "We've been together all along!"

"Xiao Chen…" Cries of greeting came from afar.

Yao Yao was enchanting, her beauty peerless.

Chu Xingkuang's Destined Twin Sons divine art had now split him into two separate beings.

Xue Wu, though a woman, exuded a domineering aura like an empress.

Zhao Zhongyang, the most mysterious young powerhouse of the Southern Wastes from ages past, still lived.

Xiao Chen was overcome with emotion. To see these people again was truly rare. Almost all his contemporaries had perished; these survivors were the last of his era.

Keke's father approached. He was a being who matched Ge Qian in genius. After three civilization cycles, his cultivation had reached an unfathomable realm.

Xiao Chen laughed heartily. The two of them together—even facing three kings, what was there to fear? Even if another king joined, it would make no difference.