Chapter 200: The Surge of Unyielding Will
by xennovelBoom—!!!
A terrifying punch unleashed a torrent of raging energy, ravaging everything in its path as if to tear the heavens and the earth apart!
The dreadful martial will was like a towering mountain splitting the sky in half, overwhelming and suffocating, leaving one gasping, trapped in near despair!
Yuan Jingang’s twenty-five strands of Cursed Silver Corpse’s Silver Guts surged wildly, like countless frenzied silver spears thrusting forward.
As Yuan Jingang’s flesh was shattered by a punch from the Ogre, it exploded into countless tiny silver fragments, while streams of silver guts burst forth like dazzling fireworks!
Dragons roared and elephants trumpeted!
It was soul-stirring and earth-shaking!
At the heart of the mushroom cloud and dust, a colossal cavity blasted open, only to be torn apart by the ferocious gust of fist wind.
The Ogre’s massive, tower-like form stood firm, his billowing black robes revealing thick, sinewy muscles that quivered like battling dragons.
A dense, almost tangible mist of vital energy and blood flowed over his fist.
Countless onlookers fell into a trance, as if caught in a surreal dream.
The billowing black robe and that adorable Cute Cow Mask sent chills down everyone’s spine!
Yuan Jingang—a formidable Cursed Silver Corpse who had condensed twenty-five strands of Silver Guts and mastered mid-level Primordial Transformation—was slain just like that!
Blasted to bits—a brutal strike that felled a Cursed Silver Corpse famed for its unyielding resilience that could challenge even Grandmasters!
Large, tearful beads streamed from Xie Jing’s eyes, overwhelmed by sheer shock.
He intended to grasp the magnificent, domineering essence of martial cultivation, transform it into his own art, and propel himself beyond Grandmaster status!
Xie Jing had witnessed many Grandmasters’ martial truths, yet none compared to the unstoppable martial will of the Ogre!
Nearby, Zhu Chaoyang’s massive heart pounded robustly in his chest.
“What a terrifying martial will! What kind of martial will is this?”
Zhu Chaoyang was visibly shaken.
Watching Yuan Jingang—who had condensed twenty-five strands of Silver Guts—being blasted apart, he felt a chilling numbness in his limbs.
So powerful…
That Ogre is incredibly strong!
Zhu Chaoyang felt he had a chance against Yuan Jingang, after all, he had cultivated the Martial Saint Technique.
Even though he had only condensed eighteen strands of divine guts through 180 acupoints.
Yet his Martial Saint Technique had reached a masterful level, a mere whisper away from distilling its true essence.
Thus, Zhu Chaoyang was confident that his reserve of guts would surpass Yuan Jingang’s.
But even he might not be a match for the Ogre, right?
This Ogre is just overwhelmingly ferocious!
“Such martial will is truly among the finest possessed by Grandmasters!”
Zhu Chaoyang’s voice trembled with astonishment.
In the distance.
Elder Jiao Shaoqiu and Carriage Master observed as the unparalleled ferocity of the Ogre shattered Yuan Jingang.
“Nie Yang, what do you think?”
With folded arms and his timeworn garments fluttering, Jiao Shaoqiu looked at the Carriage Master and said gravely,
“Unparalleled, terrifying, and peerless like a Dragon Elephant… Though feeble now, once it grows mightier, it could dominate the world—a true contender for the pinnacle of martial arts.”
The Carriage Master maintained his composure as he stated,
“I’m no match for him.”
In terms of sheer martial will, Carriage Master Nie Yang indeed had little chance against the Ogre; the gap between them was enormous.
“The Underworld… what a truly formidable Underworld.”
Jiao Shaoqiu stroked his beard and smiled softly, his eyes glimmering as if deep in thought.
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Li Qingshan, wearing his Cat Face Mask, tensed up, looking utterly bewildered.
He gazed at the Ogre unleashing its terrifying, peerless martial will.
It gave the impression that every bone and sinew was being crushed.
He was perhaps more dazed than anyone else, for only he, Li Qingshan, knew the Ogre’s true identity.
“Too fast…”
Li Qingshan murmured involuntarily.
Unbelievable.
Once just a lowly laborer from Feilei City—a mover at the Woodcarving Shop—he had unknowingly climbed to such towering heights.
The twenty-five strands of Yuan Jingang’s Cursed Silver Corpse…
No one in all of Jingguang Prefecture could possibly restrain him, yet this mighty force was felled by one punch from the Ogre!
Li Qingshan felt an inexplicable surge of defeat.
After a hard-fought breakthrough into Divine Vision—a state that paved the way for the post-Divine Vision realm—he had almost touched greatness.
However…
It wasn’t enough—far from it. Compared to Li Che’s silent yet soaring martial ascent, he was utterly inadequate.
He sighed softly.
Behind his Cat Face Mask, Li Qingshan’s eyes suddenly hardened with unwavering resolve.
“How can I, Li Qingshan, fall so far behind?”
He exhaled slowly.
A rare flame of determination ignited in his gaze—he must grow stronger, even mightier…
At least enough to earn the title of an Underworld member!
He was falling behind, now more than ever!
“Grandmaster…”
Li Qingshan’s eyes burned with fierce intensity—he was nearly there!
He had cultivated the Eight Dragons Overturning the River technique—a renowned Master Technique—but if he reached Grandmaster level, he could ascend to Qianyuan Divine Sect proper and master the Martial Saint Technique “Eight-Bodied Heavenly Dragon Sky-Piercing Hammer”!
“This Capital no longer suits me.”
“I, Underworld Cat Face, hunger for progress.”
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Fierce winds roared as chaotic currents surged.
Li Che, sporting his Cute Cow Mask, pushed his body to its limits; his Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit pounded as its inherent Vajra Transformation ignited.
His massive physique was as unyielding as Vajra.
His gaze swept over the shattered remains of Yuan Jingang—broken into countless fragments with not a drop of blood flowing.
Yet Li Che did not let his guard down.
Ever steadfast, even in this assassination attempt—despite having just broken through in martial cultivation, condensed his second strand of divine guts, and mastered the Martial Saint Technique “Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant” at the Grandmaster level—
his unmatched combat prowess still required a full barrage of firepower, coupled with Ma Mian’s long-range sniping, before he struck.
The result was impeccable, shattering Yuan Jingang—the stealthy powerhouse of the Corpse God Sect.
But…
Li Che knew that Yuan Jingang was different.
He was not only the strongest force of the Corpse God Sect in Jingguang Prefecture—a mere Cursed Silver Corpse—but also a divine practitioner at the mid-level of Primordial Transformation!
The Ogre Mask’s brows shifted, revealing in an instant the Star Plucking Gaze, its eyes shimmering as if unleashing beams of golden light.
Within his chest, the 【Chess Sage】 Dao Fruit pounded vigorously.
The Cosmic Chessboard spun open fiercely.
In an instant, it swept across the blazing scene, engulfing the Qin Mansion, where a billowing mushroom cloud reigned.
Intertwined chessboard lines crisscrossed, slicing through space and time.
In that fleeting moment, Li Che saw an immensely dense black aura.
A potent, almost tangible aura of death nearly solidified before his eyes.
Using the Star Plucking Gaze, he caught sight of a half-transparent, blurred figure slumped beneath the ruined Qin Mansion.
Countless traces of blood writhed as if revived, rising in myriad tendrils like crimson worms!
“Primordial Spirit…”
Beneath his mask, Li Che furrowed his brows slightly.
Though he had shattered Yuan Jingang’s Cursed Silver Corpse to pieces, it seemed he hadn’t given up and still had a contingency.
As if sensing Li Che’s unwavering gaze.
Then Yuan Jingang’s Primordial Spirit abruptly opened its eyes, and a mighty divine storm surged forth!
Rumble—!!!
“Underworld Ogre—!!!”
A thick miasma of death surged upward, rolling in torrents and contorting into a twisted visage!
“Prepare to meet your end!”
“Embrace death!”
A voice—icy, insane, trembling—erupted from Yuan Jingang’s Primordial Spirit.
Yuan Jingang knew his time was up; with his Cursed Silver Corpse obliterated and his Primordial Spirit left without a body, it would soon be ground away by the relentless forces of nature.
But even in death, he would fight back!
He aimed to drag the Ogre down with him… to perish together!
An immense surge of black mist erupted, exuding an unfathomably dense, chilling stench of death that threatened to corrode everything.
In the distance.
Jiao Shaoqiu’s face suddenly turned a ghastly shade of iron blue.
“Damn it, this is a summoning spell for the Corpse God!”
“Yuan Jingang… intends to summon the Corpse God!”
“By sacrificing his own Primordial Spirit and harnessing the Six-Decree Corpse Curse Seal, he summons the Corpse God’s will!”
It’s just unclear… which level of the Six-Decree this might be.
Lower, middle, or upper tier of the Six-Decree?
Given Yuan Jingang’s power, he likely couldn’t summon an upper-tier Corpse God’s will, right?
Jiao Shaoqiu’s expression grew ghastly as a potent surge of divine force emanated from him.
Behind him, a radiant Primordial Spirit burst forth so powerfully that it seemed to submerge the void in divine brilliance!
Though Jiao Shaoqiu had fallen from his Golden Body Transcendence, his inner foundation still remained!
Once his words faded away.
Everyone watching turned pale with dread!
Lu Yao, Monitor Hu Yingyue, and the others had their hair stand on end.
As experts from the Imperial Watch, they naturally understood the gravity of the Corpse God’s summoning spell.
Yuan Jingang even sacrificed his own Primordial Spirit in an attempt to summon the Corpse God’s will!
Though it wasn’t the true Corpse God…
it was equally terrifying!
For Jingguang Prefecture, the will of a Six-Decree Corpse God and an actual Corpse God’s descent were indistinguishable.
No one could halt or restrain it.
Ultimately, Jingguang Prefecture might be doomed to become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Without enough blood sacrifice, the Corpse God’s will wouldn’t recede!
Crisis!
A crisis of cosmic proportions!
A dense surge of death and corpse energy soared skyward—accumulated from the sacrifice of the entire Qin family clan.
Only then did everyone notice that the entire Qin Mansion had been utterly slaughtered, leaving no survivors!
Yuan Jingang’s mid-level Primordial Spirit was far from weak; at this moment, his half-transparent spirit trembled with a strange pulsation.
A desolate, ancient voice echoed incessantly, woven with the billowing mushroom cloud and pervasive death energy.
Everyone listening felt an inexplicable chill as their blood turned ice-cold.
Boom!
As the sound resonated, a swirling vortex of death and corpse energy churned around Yuan Jingang, forming a colossal maelstrom!
An invisible, mighty, mysterious, and terrifying aura emanated from that vortex.
For a moment, everyone felt utterly overwhelmed.
It was as if their very souls had been snatched away!
Within the churning vortex, countless strands of blood writhed like a gathering of serpent-like dragons.
In the dim light…
It seemed as if a gigantic phantom figure stood at the far edge of the vortex.
The vortex’s inky density rendered the phantom utterly indistinct, but its eyes appeared to carve out images of death!
Bang—!
Li Che, wearing his Cute Cow Mask, did not merely stand in astonishment.
His formidable focus snapped together, his expression dark as water.
As expected…
This world is indeed too perilous!
Even with overwhelming power, one can never foresee the enemy’s true means!
Corpse God!
Yuan Jingang actually intended to summon a Corpse God—even if it was merely its will…
That is utterly terrifying!
Of course, Li Che wouldn’t foolishly wait for Yuan Jingang’s Primordial Spirit to summon the Corpse God’s will.
His whole body trembled as if a towering, blazing furnace were violently tipped, unleashing scalding, boiling blood in a torrential surge!
The True Essence of Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant!
The True Essence of Wanlong Fushen!
The Martial Saint’s true essence erupted; two strands of divine guts danced like lightning, as surging vital energy cascaded to the Ogre’s feet like a cloud of acrobats.
Fierce winds erupted suddenly, crashing like tumultuous waves from all directions.
A roiling miasma of death energy surged forth as if rising from the netherworld, wielding a horrifying power of corrosion!
Yet it was brutally torn apart by the Ogre’s explosive surge of vital energy!
Even the relentless corrosion of death energy was subdued by the overwhelming blood energy!
It cleaved through the death energy with the speed of a rolling thunderbolt!
Like a streak of blood-red lightning dashing through the mortal realm!
Thud—!!
A mighty gust and divine guts lashed down like a whip, tearing through the miasma, and emerged right before Yuan Jingang’s Primordial Spirit!
Yuan Jingang’s Primordial Spirit burst into a manic laugh!
Laughing through tears.
“Hahahaha! Die then! All my schemes in Jingguang Prefecture have been ruined by you, Ogre! I have nothing left!”
“Die—let’s die together!”
Yuan Jingang’s Primordial Spirit began twisting and fracturing, like porcelain crumbling under pressure.
With a resounding bang, it shattered into fragments, devoured by that immense phantom deep within the death vortex!
Summoning the Corpse God’s will comes at a price.
Yuan Jingang’s price was his very own Primordial Spirit!
The Ogre’s five fingers clenched like hooks, as if to reclaim Yuan Jingang’s Qi from the wind.
But the mysterious, unfathomable power unleashed by that death vortex proved irresistible, making Yuan Jingang’s sacrificial act unavoidable!
The Ogre stomped heavily on the ground—the ruins of Qin Mansion exploded in rolling waves, the earth resounding like a drum with each of his fierce steps!
The phantom of the Corpse God stretched out from the vortex, drawing ever nearer!
Whoosh—
The raging wind swept in, laden with an icy chill!
At such close range, the eyes beneath the Ogre’s mask caught sight of the Corpse God emerging from the black vortex!
Every Dao Fruit in his chest pounded furiously.
They warned of impending danger!
“Six-Decree… Corpse God’s will!”
“A middle-tier Six-Decree?!”
Li Che’s gaze hardened.
Yuan Jingang’s power had reached the level to qualify as a lower-tier Corpse God Envoy of the Six-Decree.
Yet he had hidden his cultivation in Jingguang Prefecture, scheming for a Temple Spirit Resonance, so he’d always been labeled as a Sevenfold Corpse God Envoy.
And a middle-tier Corpse God’s will shares the same level as a middle-tier Corpse God Envoy.
It should have reached the heights of innate Grandmasters—of heaven and man—and the divine Primordial Golden Body Transcendence!
Danger—an immense danger!
Under no circumstances can the Corpse God’s will cross over!
With his black robe billowing and mighty stomps sending clouds of dust high for yards, the terrifying physique of the Grandmaster shone like the blazing sun, every sinew radiating brilliance!
His clenched fingers seemed to grasp endless beams of light.
A low, rumbling thunder erupted from within, as bones clashed and blood surged like towering waves!
The mighty, fearsome energy clashed with divine guts, its dazzling light and heat shattering even the soul-freezing cold emanating from the death vortex!
Roar—!!!
The death vortex exploded, and a vast, fearsome figure, like a tipping mountain, surged out of it.
That Corpse God’s will seemed to sense that someone intended to stop its descent!
In an instant…
The Corpse God’s will glared furiously!
Suddenly, a rolling mass of death energy, like black fog, enveloped everything—including the towering form of the Ogre!
It obscured everyone’s view, making it impossible to see clearly!
Li Che’s grip tightened and the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Spear instantly came into his grasp!
The Tiger-Leopard Thunder resounded!
Blood energy intertwined around it, forcefully elevating the stature of this divine weapon!
Likewise, Li Che glared fiercely—he would not let the Corpse God’s will manifest!
Inside Jingguang City…
His wife and daughter were there.
His friends and countless innocents were present as well!
How could he allow a Corpse God’s will to descend, unleashing merciless slaughter and leaving devastation in its wake?
The Ogre was never known for heroics!
But when it acted, the Ogre always followed his own will.
At that moment, Li Che could have grabbed a Feilei Chess Piece and vanished, letting the Corpse God’s will descend to unleash a carnage of corpses and blood.
That would have at least preserved his own life.
But Li Che chose not to.
There comes a time when one must cling to one’s own resolve!
With a stir in his spirit, the Mud Pellet at his brow trembled!
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Luohua Alley.
Inside the tranquil Private Workshop.
Seven 【Painted Immortal】 clones clutched Divine Crystals, channeling divine energy; one after another, they exploded into a dense, inky black mist!
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Meanwhile.
A majestic surge of divine energy returned to Li Che’s inner Mud Pellet!
Behind him, his Seven-Whorl Divine Foundation unfurled like a peacock’s display!
On one of the whorls, a vague divine simian image lingered, waiting to be fully chiseled out!
Seven-Whorl Divine Foundation, Seven Emotions of Divinity!
Li Che frantically extracted divine energy from his Seven-Whorl Divine Foundation, like a roaring jiao dragon.
The Tiger-Leopard Thunder Spear trembled, unleashing successive thunderous booms, its image fracturing into countless dragon silhouettes!
Empowered by the Seven Emotions of Divinity…
Wanlong Fushen!
A sweeping strike with the staff unleashed a barrage of colossal silhouettes, transforming into a roaring assault of countless dragons that shattered the air and sent turbulent waves surging!
Endless staff shadows spread across the sky, surging inexorably toward the striding Corpse God’s will!
Thud—!!!
The collision was swifter than anyone could have imagined!
In an instant, the earth trembled and mountains shook!
The entire land quaked violently, like waves surging across a vast lake, spreading tumultuously!
Radiating from the Qin Mansion, countless fissures expanded—ten, twenty, even thirty feet wide!
Stretching out to a hundred feet!
Fissures radiated outward in every direction!
A dense fog of death shot skyward, accompanied by a towering mushroom cloud that obscured everyone’s view.
All they could make out were two towering figures clashing in fierce combat!
The collision unfolded far too quickly!
Just as Jiao Shaoqiu had released his Primordial Spirit Transcendence, intent on intervening, the clash erupted!
A terrifying shockwave sent pulverized stones flying like countless hidden blades, as vast clouds of debris soared upward!
The resplendent golden Primordial Spirit floating behind Jiao Shaoqiu suddenly opened its eyes wide.
In an instant, mighty divine energy coalesced into an enormous golden shield, enveloping an area spanning a hundred feet!
It blocked every surge of death energy and retaliatory shockwave.
Within Jiao Shaoqiu’s murky eyes shone a mix of admiration and awe.
Because…
He realized.
Amid the death energy…
The Corpse God’s will seemed to be weakening!
It appeared as though it was being forced back!
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The bone-chilling cold nearly froze Li Che’s blood!
The Corpse God’s will was supremely terrifying—a distilled, transcendent essence taken to its ultimate extreme!
It was somewhat akin to the Martial Saint will condensed by Ji Mo Li, but compared to the one that had erupted from Ji Haihui’s bloodline amidst eerie mists…
Now, the Corpse God’s will was even more terrifying—especially since Ji Mo Li’s Martial Saint will had been stifled by Li Che’s preemptive strike.
Thus, it was incomparable to the Corpse God’s will nourished by Yuan Jingang’s sacrificed Primordial Spirit!
The oppressive force was at its zenith.
It was not merely a physical onslaught; it was divine rank oppression at its core!
Creak—crack—
Li Che felt his flesh ripple under the force of his Dragon Elephant Vajra, his bones trembling in anguished creaks as if about to break!
The dreadful divine rank pressure nearly suffocated him!
The divine rank of this Corpse God…
Was terrifyingly high!
Bang bang bang—
Within his chest, the 【Pure Heart】 Dao Fruit thumped and exploded with a roaring sound, instantly dispelling the oppressive divine rank and allowing Li Che to regain control of his physical strength!
Li Che’s eyes flared with fire as his blood began to flow again, battling against the soul-freezing chill!
The vague form of the Corpse God’s will reflected in Li Che’s eyes.
Ugly and fierce, three cyan, tusked heads spewed forth the Six-Desires Divine Essence!
Its enormous, warped form was grotesque, like a mutated biochemical beast!
In the face of such a terrifying Six-Desires Corpse God’s will!
Li Che gripped the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Spear, standing amid the deathly miasma, his black robe billowing like a banner as his Star Plucking Gaze flared open!
The Cosmic Chessboard gathered everything.
That legendary weapon 【Qi Tian Face】, which had always rested silently on the chessboard, now trembled and hummed as if a divine simian had awakened from slumber, roaring at the cosmos!
Li Che was momentarily stunned.
Unlike his beloved daughter XiXi,
XiXi was adorned with legendary arms, whereas Li Che possessed only this incomplete Qi Tian Face, acquired by sheer chance.
It was the first time Li Che had ever felt the Qi Tian Face react.
Corpse God… and Qi Tian…
Could there be some sort of feud?
Li Che couldn’t be sure.
Because at that moment, the 【Qi Tian Face】 sprang out of the Cosmic Chessboard and hovered before Li Che, its overwhelming divine aura warping and collapsing the space around it!
Countless shreds of dead energy and black mist melted and evaporated!
Li Che stared fixedly at this hovering mask.
His heart quivered, pounding relentlessly.
He clenched his hand, removed his Ogre Mask, and carefully tucked away the Cute Cow Mask.
Then, he opened his fingers and seized the Qi Tian Face.
Within the vortex, the Corpse God’s will, advancing slowly, seemed to sense something.
The three hideous, cyan-faced, tusked heads roared in anger!
Bang bang bang—
The bloated, twisted, monstrous form began sprinting in an utterly bizarre manner.
Yet its speed was astonishingly fast!
As it ran, an oppressive force—like a mountain and tidal wave combined—crashed down from above!
Li Che’s bamboo hat was instantly shattered by the overwhelming pressure, disintegrating into specks of dust!
Strands of his jet-black hair flew wildly, suspended inverted in the air.
Li Che clutched the Qi Tian Face, his brow gushing blood as his Star Plucking Gaze shone brilliantly.
A return from illusion to truth!
“With wicked demons rampant and fiends in chaos… you want me to experience…”
“Qi Tian will?”
A slow smile crept across Li Che’s lips.
The Corpse God’s will… could actually trigger the 【Qi Tian Face】, causing this legendary weapon to activate on its own.
What an unexpected delight!
In the next moment.
Clutching the Qi Tian Face, he gently pressed it against his face!
Golden monkey hairs fluttered in the wind!
Boom—!!!
A blaze of vital energy surged behind him, transforming into a blood-red cape like streaming fire…
It billowed inverted in the air, resembling a banner!
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Atop Golden Light Peak.
XiXi, along with Chubby Kid Zhou Peng, Yun’e, and other prodigies of the Divine Sect, gathered together.
Zhang Qingzheng, Zhu Hongdou, and Elder Weng Wuyou—the three esteemed Divine Vision elders—stood guard around them with utmost vigilance.
The children had no inkling of what was unfolding.
Why had Elder Jiao Shaoqiu suddenly vanished in a flash?
But they weren’t fools—they knew something significant was about to occur!
Suddenly.
Chubby Kid Zhou Peng, gazing from the hillside toward the Capital at the Qin Mansion’s location, broke into a cold sweat, collapsed onto the ground clutching his chest, and wore a pained, asphyxiated expression.
Yun’e’s graceful brows furrowed, and behind her, a crescent moon seemed to materialize—cold and solitary.
Even XiXi felt uneasy.
She looked down at her hands and feet.
The divine weapons hidden in her arms and legs…
Seemed to tremble in that very moment.
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Jiao Shaoqiu, suspended mid-air, exerted every ounce of his Primordial Spirit.
Divine energy boiled as he unleashed a technique to contain the spreading death energy, forming a barrier!
But the roiling death energy battered the barrier with violent, unrelenting force!
With hair flying and a face as timeworn as ancient wood, Jiao Shaoqiu maintained the spell with outstretched arms and palms, his expression impassive.
His gaze was fixed intently on the center of the barrier where the death vortex swirled relentlessly.
Carriage Master Nie Yang, seemingly from nowhere, produced a sword which hovered beside Jiao Shaoqiu as he shifted his stance.
Powerful qi burst forth with thunderous roars as strand after strand of divine guts interwove continuously.
Their sheer number was dizzying and immensely terrifying!
Grandmasters and divine practitioners like Zhu Chaoyang, Lu Yao, Wang Kuyu, and others dared not underestimate the threat, all entering a state of readiness!
Then suddenly—
Everyone seemed to catch a glimpse of an intensely brilliant blaze of golden light!
Screech—!!!
It was as if a long staff swung through the air, smashing it and emitting an ear-piercing, shrill screech!
Resonating in everyone’s hearts!
Explosive roars!
Everywhere and all-encompassing!
Whoosh—!!!
Jiao Shaoqiu’s murky eyes suddenly widened.
Carriage Master Nie Yang beside him held his breath.
Lu Yao, Wang Kuyu, Nan Lihuo, and even Li Qingshan in his Cat Face Mask.
Everyone…
All at that very moment.
They all beheld a figure…
With a flaming cape behind him, clad in armor and wielding a crimson, gilded golden staff…
Like a divine monkey stepped straight out of legend!
Accompanied by the roaring chaos of the Corpse God’s will within the death vortex, its bellowing waves echoed throughout Jingguang City…
One sweeping strike…
The staff was named.
Qi Tian!
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