Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

The "Emperor" was startled by Lin Chen's lightning bolt that struck the short, fat man and quickly took a few steps back.

He shrank behind the crowd and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor! All of you, charge! Whoever captures this traitor, I will bestow upon him the title of King of the First Rank!"

The surrounding "emperor's subjects" immediately became excited, and several of the bolder ones rushed forward with shouts, their eyes bloodshot, and they swung their knives, spears, and clubs at Lin Chen.

The title "King of One Words" must have been bestowed upon these people with an unknown honor, which instantly made them fearless and ruthless, as if they were possessed.

Seeing that some people had already rushed forward, the others, fearing that their credit would be stolen, also swarmed forward and pounced on Lin Chen.

Lin Chen frowned and raised his hand, unleashing several more bolts of lightning.

The first few people who rushed forward fell to the ground with a thud, their charred corpses emitting wisps of smoke.

However, the deaths of these few people did not deter the crowd behind them, who continued to pour in.

Lin Chen took out his Tang sword, which he hadn't used in a long time, held it in his hand, sighed helplessly, and then rushed into the crowd.

In an instant, Tang swords flashed and lightning roared; the area in front of him became a meat grinder, and whoever came forward died...

The battle lasted for more than an hour.

Lin Chen himself couldn't remember how many people he had killed. The corpses piled up in front of him layer upon layer, and he changed positions countless times.

At this moment, the remaining people finally came to their senses and shrank back, exposing the "emperor" to the front.

After more than an hour of fighting, they found that Lin Chen was still completely unstained by blood, with only his Tang sword dripping blood. The corpses scattered on the ground reminded them that what they had just witnessed was real.

The emperor's face was pale and his eyes were vacant.

After a long while, he seemed to finally react, gritted his teeth, pulled out a dark plaque from his sleeve, clasped his hands together, and muttered something under his breath.

The voice was low and urgent, as if calling for something.

Lin Chen had intended to finish him off with a bolt of lightning, but just as he raised his hand, a strange feeling suddenly enveloped him.

It wasn't murderous intent, nor was it fluctuations of supernatural power; rather, it was something deeper and more obscure—like a gaze that pierced through the hazy sky from an extremely distant place and landed on this land.

That gaze was devoid of emotion, as cold as an abyss, and it lingered for only a moment before being withdrawn.

The black card in the "Emperor's" hand suddenly lit up, the dim light reflecting the ecstatic joy on his face.

His body trembled slightly, as if something was flowing into his body.

His eyes gleamed with an unnatural gold, and something seemed to be surging deep within his pupils.

"I...I am the Son of Heaven!" His voice turned strange, as if two people were speaking simultaneously. "In the name of the gods, I punish you! You are but a mortal, how dare you defy me?"

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes.

He sensed that this "emperor" was no longer the ordinary superhuman he had just seen.

Something descended through his body.

Although it was only a tiny, extremely weak force, the nature of that force made him feel a slight unease.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning several times thicker than before, striking straight at the "Emperor".

The "Emperor" raised the black card to defend, but the lightning struck the dim halo and was easily blocked!

Lin Chen was stunned. This was an unprecedented situation. He was now a seventh-level expert. On Blue Star, who could withstand his attack?

The surrounding people immediately cheered, "Your Majesty, kill him!"

"Kill this traitorous scoundrel!"

"The gods have descended! Kneel and worship!"

Immediately, these people all knelt down again.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, looking at the lightning bolt that had been blocked by the black card, and his heart sank slightly.

"Zi Ling, do you know what kind of power that is?"

"That is divine power. When the master reaches the eighth level, his supernatural abilities will also be transformed into divine power, which is a qualitative change in power."

"However, the other party must be very far away from here, so the amount of power transmitted here is not much."

"However, a 'god' capable of such long-distance power transmission is definitely not an ordinary god who has just entered the eighth rank. As long as Master continues to attack, he should be able to exhaust the divine power transmitted by the other party very quickly."

Without further hesitation, Lin Chen raised his hand and unleashed another bolt of lightning, thicker and faster than before, striking straight at the black card in the "Emperor's" hand.

The lightning struck the dim halo, exploding into a blinding white light, causing the halo on the black card to dim slightly.

Without further hesitation, the "Emperor" tucked the wooden plaque into his waistband and began to attack Lin Chen.

However, Lin Chen's speed was extremely fast, and with his ability to travel through space, the "Emperor" couldn't even touch the hem of Lin Chen's clothes.

Lin Chen then continuously attacked him with his Tang sword and lightning.

Half an hour passed, and the "Emperor" grew increasingly anxious—if this continued, he would be doomed once his divine power was exhausted.

The "god" on the other side seemed to be getting anxious, not expecting his authority to be challenged by a mortal, and thus increased the transmission of divine power.

"The opponent has replenished his divine power again. Such replenishment will consume a lot of his energy," Zi Ling reminded him.

Lin Chen continued to work steadily and cautiously.

Another half hour passed, and a crack appeared on the wooden sign.

The "Emperor" panicked even more. As if he had made a decision, he bit his finger and dripped his blood onto the wooden plaque.

"He has begun the blood sacrifice." Zi Ling's voice turned solemn.

"Blood sacrifice?"

"Indeed, this is a technique only an S-rank divine communication ability possesses. Before, it was just a wisp of a god's will descending, but this opponent can directly summon a wisp of a 'god's' divine soul! Master, hurry and leave, this god is not simple, you cannot withstand him now."

Lin Chen didn't back down; instead, he pressed on, "Could the other party be the source of the apocalypse?"

Zi Ling paused for a moment: "That possibility cannot be ruled out."

Lin Chen's eyes lit up. Not with fear, but with excitement.

Five years in his previous life and nearly half a year in this one, he has been groping in the dark, not knowing who his enemy is or where the disaster came from.

Now, the clues are right in front of him—an esper who can contact extraterrestrial beings and summon divine souls, a black card that does not belong to Earth, and a power that makes his heart tremble.

How could he possibly leave?

The Tang sword once again gathered lightning, and blue-white arcs of electricity leaped and crackled on its blade.

He charged toward the "Emperor," faster and more ferocious than before, slashing again and again at the dim halo of light.

Lightning exploded, sparks flew, and the halo trembled violently.

Ten minutes later, the "Emperor's" blood sacrifice was finally completed.

The black token at his waist shattered into dust, and a force far larger and more solid than before surged into his body.

His eyes turned completely gold, cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at an ant.

"Mortal." His voice was no longer strange, but steady and deep, carrying an undeniable authority. "You will pay the price for your arrogance. That price is—death!!!"

Lin Chen did not back down. Instead, he licked his chapped lips, and a crimson glint appeared in his eyes.

He stared into those golden eyes, saying each word distinctly, "You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

The lightning on the Tang sword surged again, enveloping the entire sword in blue-white arcs of electricity, making it blindingly bright.

He took a deep breath, and a crack appeared in the ground beneath his feet. He shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for those golden eyes.

He didn't know if he could win. But he knew that if he backed out today, he would regret it for the rest of his life!