Chapter 553: . So noisy, get lost!

Book 553. Shut up! Get lost!

The golden luminescent sphere contracted and expanded, inhaling and exhaling in rhythmic pulses. Lin—

Five silhouettes were spat back out, one after another.

Each was grotesquely maimed, their bodies stripped of vital parts—some headless, others missing entire torsos.

“Aaah—!”

A pair of spectral souls tore free from the golden orb, shrieking in agony. Their faces twisted in abject terror.

Yet they barely managed to extricate half their forms beyond the sphere’s boundary before freezing mid-motion.

Then, as if gripped by an invisible vortex, a crushing suction erupted from within the light—dragging them back, screaming, into the abyss.

“Sssss—”

On the battlefield, whether defectors or diehards, all who witnessed this drew sharp, involuntary breaths.

A wave of primal dread surged from their marrow, spreading like ice through their veins.

Five Level-12 masters—gone in the blink of an eye?

Not even a single soul escaped.

What monstrous entity lurked inside that golden sphere? So terrifying, so absolute!

Most saw only five Level-12 warriors obliterated in an instant—none grasped what truly dwelled within the light.

Except for a few.

Such as—

The two defectors who had also targeted this spot but arrived too late to join the assault.

And—

Saya.

The former pair stood rooted for several seconds, watching the golden sphere shrink until, slowly, Lu Sheng emerged from its core.

Their bodies jolted violently. Without uttering a word, they spun and fled.

As for the latter—

His mouth hung agape, his expression frozen, speech utterly abandoned.

Lu Sheng stepped forward from the golden radiance.

His entire form now shimmered with incandescent gold—a primordial deity stepping forth from the heart of a star.

Back during the Interstellar Martial Arts Tournament, Lu Sheng possessed only eighty thousand Immortal Cells; to defeat a Level-12 opponent, he’d needed to ignite the Second Flame of Immortality, enter Main Sequence Star Form, and unleash his ultimate technique—the Stellar Grasp.

But now, with thirty-three thousand Immortal Cells surging through him, his power had ascended beyond precedent.

A fourfold surge in cell count meant that merely kindling the divine spark within his Immortality allowed him to crush Level-12 foes with effortless ease—like slicing melons, cleaving vegetables.

“Overcoming an entire tier to dominate unchallenged—that’s how it should be…”

Lu Sheng nodded inwardly, satisfied with his current might.

He lifted his gaze, sweeping the battlefield with a glance.

A slight shift of his posture—

In the next instant, the skull of a Level-12 warrior locked in combat exploded without warning.

Lu Sheng casually withdrew his hand, offering a faint nod to Tang Dun—the Stone Man—who stood stunned, suddenly bereft of an opponent.

Then he turned, eyes gliding across the field, indifferent, yet charged with latent force.

Wherever his gaze fell, men recoiled in panic, fleeing as though pursued by floodwaters and ravenous beasts—within moments, a vast, empty void opened in the chaos of battle.

Such was his aura—unassailable, overwhelming.

“Interesting…”

High above, Sarra watched from the battlefield’s apex, eyes narrowed, fixed unblinkingly on Lu Sheng.

“I never imagined such a figure lurked within this group—what a delightful surprise.”

Five Level-12 warriors annihilated in an instant—even if they were the weakest among their rank, having just fused a single Cosmic Rule Galaxy, their strength was still formidable.

More unsettling still: the man’s cultivation level registered only Level-11.

Level-11—crushing five Level-12s in unison?

That was sheer horror.

Though Sarra loathed admitting it, he could not deny: this sudden prodigy’s martial talent and innate aptitude might well surpass his own.

Gazing at that radiant, stellar figure striding through the fray as though walking through empty air, jealousy flared violently in Sarra’s chest—white-hot, consuming.

“You—join him. Kill him.”

His voice dripped with frost as he commanded the traitors who had returned with him.

They obeyed without hesitation, eyes flashing, diving downward toward Lu Sheng in swift, lethal arcs.

Meanwhile, among the besieged, Lu Sheng’s sudden rise ignited a surge of hope.

“Damn… never thought we had *this* monster hidden among us!”

Two Guides locked in desperate combat glanced up, their faces alight with astonishment.

“This kid’s strength may rival ours.”

“With him here—we just might hold out until Lord Haiji Dao arrives.”

Guides weren’t fools—they didn’t swallow every word Sarra uttered, blindly.

Compared to Sara’s claim that the Lord of Oblivion had erased Haigiji’s memory—thus ensuring no reinforcements would ever arrive—they still clung more firmly to the belief that Haigiji had simply been delayed en route by some unforeseen event.

As long as they held on, dawn *must* break.

Only before, their strength had been meager, and hope, fragile.

Now, Lu Sheng’s arrival had suddenly swelled that hope into something vast and tangible.

But scarcely had the two men begun to rejoice when they saw Sara dispatch a host of traitors, alongside legions of monstrous beasts, all converging upon Lu Sheng in a single, unified assault.

The scene resembled a surging black tide, determined to snuff out the flickering ember of hope just barely kindled.

“Not good!”

Their faces paled instantly; they lunged forward to aid him—

Only to find a figure already blocking their path.

*Click-click-click—*

Sara gently twisted her shoulders and neck, the sound crisp and mechanical, like gears turning within a clockwork mechanism.

“You two… where do you think you’re going?” she murmured, smiling sweetly, yet her eyes gleamed cold and venomous as a serpent’s.

The two guides’ expressions darkened instantly.

They glanced back toward Lu Sheng—only to see that beacon of hope swiftly swallowed whole by the encroaching darkness.

Their hearts plummeted, heavy as lead.

“Damn it.”

Eight traitors. Ten defectors. Countless aberrant beasts.

Level Eleven. Level Twelve.

Across the vast battlefield, at least one-third of all forces had been mobilized—every last ounce directed solely at Lu Sheng.

Such overwhelming might would not merely crush an Eleventh-Level cultivator—it would reduce even a Twelfth-Level master who had fused two cosmic laws into a single galactic current to nothing but dust, instantly.

Over forty Twelfth-Level entities unleashed their power simultaneously, warping the very fabric of space around Lu Sheng until the void itself buckled inward violently.

The resisting warriors turned ashen-faced; some surged forward, intent on helping—but hesitated mid-step, then silently drew back their feet.

Against such annihilation, rushing in would change nothing. At best, they’d only join Lu Sheng in death.

Saya, having shaken off his earlier shock, cried out urgently, “Lu Sheng!” and charged forward—only to be halted by the outermost pressure barrier, too weak to breach it, like an ant frantically circling outside a glass wall, helpless.

Tang Dun fared no better.

Even as a Twelfth-Level cultivator, he could barely tear a narrow fissure through that oppressive energy field—before two aberrant beasts lunged from the periphery, entangling him, trapping him fast.

Thus, they could only watch—helplessly.

Watch as cruel, twisted faces and grotesque, monstrous forms rapidly engulfed him.

Around them echoed the traitors’ triumphant, manic laughter, the shrieks of Twelfth-Level beasts—piercing, shrill—and the agonized cries of wounded comrades.

All this cacophony wove together into a symphony—a deafening overture of madness, blood, death, and despair—resounding in every listener’s ears.

Lu Sheng’s figure had vanished entirely.

A wave of desolation swept through the crowd—including the two guides.

Regret. Sorrow… and the crushing despair of a nascent spark of hope, newly kindled, now extinguished once more.

Of all present, only Saya and Tang Dun—those who could, by some stretch, be called Lu Sheng’s friends—felt the anguish multiplied tenfold.

“Lu… Lu Sheng…”

Saya’s face contorted in pain, a searing ache gripping his chest, hot tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

Meanwhile, Sara—the architect of this ruin—smiled wider than ever.

She reveled in the expressions on their faces, savoring the intoxicating thrill of absolute control.

And just then—

A calm voice cut through the chaos, sudden and sharp.

It drowned out every scream, every roar, every sob—clear, unwavering, ringing directly into each person’s mind:

“Too noisy.”

“Get lost.”

*Jiao.*

*Ha.*

*Yu.*

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