Chapter 315: Heavenly Clash and the Falling City

Crack, crack.

Electric serpents slither as thunder roars!

High above, a titanic confrontation rages. Explosive clashes tear through the heavens with the sound of awe-inspiring thunder.

A brilliant arc of sword light unfurls, converging into a colossal, hundred-zhang-long sword-energy dragon. Its scales and whiskers are strikingly clear as it rips through thick, heavy clouds, carving deep furrows in its wake.

Massive, leaden clouds burst open like a fish split open, pouring down an avalanche of snow.

Buddha’s light surges forth—a towering, long-bearded Buddha intones sacred hymns. Countless Buddha hands shine from above, reflecting a golden dragon colliding head-on with the sword-energy dragon.

A terrifying clash suddenly unfolds in the skies. The oppressive might shatters like a broken dam, unleashing an endless torrent of unchecked, surging force. Yet atop the high pedestal in Daocheng, a presence equally as imposing mounts its defiant stand.

A towering, resolute phantom stands behind a figure wearing the Star Killer mask. With a sword in one hand and a long iron spear in the other, his aura exudes unmatched valor. His spreading presence makes it nearly impossible for anyone around the pedestal even to catch their breath.

Ji Mo Li!

It’s… King Ping Luan’s Ji Mo Li!

Gongshu Jingjun, Tang Xiejia, Wu Gang, and other Martial Saint Divine Nucleus Cultivators can only feel a chill as their hair stands on end, their hearts caught in a tumultuous storm. Ji Mo Li… could he really appear in Daocheng?

But soon they realize this man is not Ji Mo Li. Though his aura is terrifying—reaching the pinnacle of the first stage Martial Saint—it is unmistakably not him! On the high pedestal…

Ji Li Shou’s eyes narrow as he clenches his fist, crushing the surrounding air into fragments. His fearsome determination shakes the entire city, stirring the wind and snow, plunging the world into darkness. Even the void seems to tremble as the air boils incessantly.

He’s gone! Just like that…

In the instant he clutched, he vanished without a trace! “The Underworld…”

Ji Li Shou’s eyes remain impassive. “They’ve been deceived…”

At this moment, Ji Li Shou seems to sense something. Has he been forced into action? Is Lü Taibai colluding with the Underworld?

They used the trump card entrusted by his father to coerce him out. But Ji Li Shou no longer cares; with his hand forced, there’s no turning back…

He gazes into the distance at Li Che, who should have been slain by Long Zi Ao Lie, now cowering in terror. His eyes betray an unfamiliar glint. The Divine Monkey… has appeared because of him, dragging Ao Lie into the enigmatic Mo City.

Soon after, Huang Tuo too is drawn into that city…

Originally, the Divine Monkey’s target was Huang Tuo, but Ao Lie’s attack on Li Che forced him to intercept first. In other words, Li Che is inextricably linked to the Divine Monkey!

Ji Li Shou’s gaze becomes almost spectral. Behind him, his phantom presence is fearsome—almost like a deity descending. The invisible pressure ripples outward, interwoven with violent gusts of raw wind.

With each step he takes, his overwhelming might cascades like a landslide, surging in every direction.

In an instant he moves. Sudden gales swell, as if a thousand storm dragons howl in unison!

That burst of might stirs the air into a suffocating maelstrom!

Even his already imposing stature becomes more upright, as if his very bones were expanding. The sound of clashing bones rings like rolling thunder as he appears before Li Che, towering above him. Masked Ji Li Shou looms, his phantom image evoking the presence of a deity!

Unmatched and supremely arrogant!

A majestic aura of dominion radiates, enveloping the collapsing, dust-choked perimeter of the pedestal. It’s heavier and more terrifying than the loftiest mountain!

Yet behind Li Che, a figure in scholar’s robes appears—brandishing a scroll of sagely texts, his handsome beard billowing in the wind. “Fang Han Shu.”

Ji Li Shou’s eyes fix on the robed figure behind Li Che, his gaze intensifying.

Fang Han Shu, once a celebrated young scholar who didn’t join Jiangnan’s Vast Divine Sect Academy but instead entered Qianyuan Divine Sect. Ji Li Shou now senses the intensifying pure, righteous aura in the air.

“Let’s see if my scholarly guise can utterly drain seven-tenths of your Heavenly King clone.”

“How can a prince unleash such overwhelming Temple Spirit power and a blood-related tributary to form one of the Four Heavenly King clones, only to waste it on me, a mere scholar?” Fang Han Shu calmly remarks after smoothing his beard.

He chuckles softly.

In a flash, Ji Li Shou’s stride falters as he soars skyward, plunging into the swirling clouds and thunder. His immense aura shatters the heavens, blasting a gigantic void in the sky!

Li Che’s Painted Immortal clone glances at Fang Han Shu and bows respectfully.

Fang Han Shu clutches his scroll and fixes a deep look on Li Che’s clone. “What schemes are you two hatching?”

“You dare exclude me?!”

Inside Daocheng’s central district, the roiling winds and surging energies continue to clash!

This disturbance has long attracted the attention of the powerful across Daocheng.

Shredding sounds echo as a dominating force—martial will, primordial spirit energy—rushes in like torrential river flow! The Monitor Hong Shifo of Imperial Watch, carrying a chessboard, drifts in gracefully.

Dao Master Yue Huanglong, accompanied by Yue Weizheng and the armored Divine Guard Army, along with Grand Marshal Yan Jing bearing a long spear, rush to the scene. The divine messengers of the Temple Guardian Division, led by Feng Zhiqi and Yu Wen Wenlong, also arrive swiftly.

On the Divine Sect side, aside from the early-arrived Elder Fang Han Shu, Second Elder Zhao Fangzhou, Third Elder Ding Zi, and many disciples from the Authentic Transmission Ledger have arrived.

But only for a moment.

In an instant, Daocheng’s central district becomes a convergence point for the world’s mightiest.

The mingling pressures and relentless surges leave both onlookers and frail martial artists trembling to the point of collapse. Yet everyone gazes upward at the epic aerial duel.

Dao Master Yue Huanglong’s eyes shimmer with a faint, knowing smile.

Monitor Hong Shifo of Imperial Watch sighs heavily as he carries the chessboard.

Feng Zhiqi trembles with battle fever, eager to break through the Heavenly Gate’s shackles. This fight… might finally yield his breakthrough. Yet…

He ultimately refrains from intervening.

Lü Taibai, Huang Mei Great Master, and Ji Mo Li…

Even though Huang Mei Great Master and Ji Mo Li originate from the three-life incarnations and the Four Heavenly King avatars respectively, they rank among the highest in the Divine Ledger and Heavenly Gate!

Feng Zhiqi, though nearly at the peak of Martial Dao, knows well that entering such a battle at this level… is tantamount to a death sentence.

Even if he reached the apex, it would be only the beginning and incomparable to the true masters of the Divine Ledger and Heavenly Gate.

Within Daocheng, the winds and waves rage.

Numerous powerful figures assemble, each with their own hidden thoughts.

And Li Che’s Painted Immortal clone, sheltered by the Divine Sect’s foremost warriors,

lets its hands drop as black hair flutters, exhaling a deep, measured breath.

A wry smile graces its lips.

Dark, drizzling rain—like thick ink splattered frenetically—soaks the black tiles and brick walls of the city, spreading like ink-blurred plum blossoms.

Two streams of light seem to follow one another, as if they’ve traversed time and space from the outside into the Minor Cavern of the Heavens.

Ao Lie, wearing the Star Killer mask, appears dazed. His dragon scales bristle conspicuously, and a chill radiates from him.

What on earth…

What is happening?!

He had quietly made his move to kill Li Che—the man responsible for the death of Li Nuǎnxi’s father, who caused his own sister and daughter to perish at the hands of Underworld beasts.

Yet…

No sooner had he struck than a pitch-black portal materialized behind him, yanking him inward.

Ao Lie tried to resist, but the moment that dark portal latched onto him, it felt as though a jet-black hand had reached out from the nether to drag him in—

No escape, no resistance!

What in the world… is going on?!

A bone-chilling dread surges through Ao Lie, as if to freeze his very soul.

Crackling sounds fill the air!

Ink-black rain pelts Ao Lie’s Star Killer mask, the droplets bursting into splinters of dark ink that then turn transparent.

Ao Lie shudders all over.

Within a few heartbeats after his arrival in Mo City,

a streak of light crashes down, smashing into the blue stone pavement beneath the heaps of inked water.

Buddha’s radiance and the overwhelming might of celestial soul pressure steadily dissipate.

Divine energy sweeps like a storm, but as suddenly as it surged, it halts, its release abruptly stopped.

Huang Tuo, clad in a blazing red kasaya, stands firm in the wild winds, palms clasped in dual salute. His expression is grave, his eyes as minuscule as sesame seeds. He has never witnessed the Underworld’s methods like this.

When the Underworld once collaborated with Huang Jianjiu to slay Su Wenxi, Huang Tuo had not yet arrived at Daocheng. Though he had heard rumors, he never truly felt the Underworld’s sinister tactics.

Now, Huang Tuo finally understands the Underworld’s strangeness!

“Unable to absorb divine energy directly from the air—once triggered here, it is consumed by the city!” “They’ve severed the divine energy supply link with the outside world!”

Huang Tuo’s expression turns grave.

From afar, Ao Lie wastes no time and moves toward Huang Tuo. “Mage!”

Huang Tuo glances over. Knowing that this powerful figure, who had been trailing Ji Li Shou, is now being dragged into this mysterious space alongside him, he considers him an ally.

“Is this… the Underworld’s Minor Cavern of the Heavens?”

Huang Tuo surveys the city; the mighty spread of celestial soul energy quickly reveals Mo City, a small town roughly the size of Feilei City. “The forces behind the Underworld are truly inscrutable.”

Huang Tuo states gravely.

Rumor has it, Underworld Yama’s power is said to rival the apex. Such an Underworld is undoubtedly top-tier!

Splash, splash…

Ink-black rain glitters from the towering lead clouds above. The sky…

It seems to be interlaced with thunder. “Thunder…”

Huang Tuo suddenly looks up, feeling the icy ink rain strike his cheeks. He gazes up at the Heavenly Dome above the city.

There, a massive divine talisman hovers and spirals. In the next moment,

it seems he remembers something.

His throat goes hoarse, even trembling slightly. “Little Thunder Five Lightning Killing Talisman?!”

“How… are there so many?!” At the highest point of Mo City,

Li Che stands straight like a spear, his black robe flapping in the gusts, his bamboo hat shadowing a face obscured by the Divine Monkey mask. Ferocious winds howl, and chaotic eddies swirl!

The black attire on Li Che rustles violently in the wind.

Under his mask, his eyes are deep and still, like a lake without even a ripple. The cold, lethal intent radiates from him, gradually interweaving with the lethal aura emanating from the Freewill Gold-Iron Divine Staff he carries.

The murderous intent aimed at Huang Tuo grows stronger.

Not to mention, Huang Tuo’s focus on his daughter XiXi and Li Che himself—to reform this father and daughter is a perpetual vendetta.

Moreover, Huang Tuo coaxes Li Che into a divine duel, colluding with the Dao Master Residence to humiliate him with lies and slander. Li Che, ever magnanimous, usually ignores such gossip.

But these calumnies… affect his family, driving his daughter XiXi and wife Zhang Ya into fury—disturbing their sleep, ruining their meals.

How could Li Che stand it?

Still, after witnessing Huang Tuo block Lü Taibai’s killing strike with a Holy Hand Divine Eagle on Shendiao Ridge, Li Che knew that Huang Tuo wielded the past incarnation of Huang Mei Great Master—a power rivaling the apex.

Thus, Li Che dares not act rashly.

Yet Lü Taibai intends to act—the target being the past incarnation of Huang Mei Great Master. In response, Li Che casts aside all decorum. He confesses the Divine Monkey’s identity to Lü Taibai, and together they hatch a plan.

Lü Taibai lures out the Holy Hand Divine Eagle of Huang Mei Great Master’s past incarnation.

And Li Che—or rather, the Underworld fiends—will deal with Huang Tuo!

“Smashing Huang Mei’s past self isn’t tantamount to killing Huang Mei; even if Huang Mei finds out it was me, he’d never dare to confront me head-on,” Lü Taibai remarks.

He chuckles, “And if you kill Huang Tuo… then the Underworld will bear that infamous mark. After all, haven’t they already slain the mage from Xiao Lingyin Temple?”

Lü Taibai and Li Che, sharing the same foul taste, quickly align their murderous plan. Meanwhile, the appearance of the Divine Monkey exposes Ji Mo Li’s Heavenly King avatar, as two hidden behemoths reveal themselves.

For Qianyuan Divine Sect, this significantly eases their pressure. Li Che understands this well.

Enemies lurking in the shadows and those in plain sight impose entirely different kinds of pressure! “Huang Tuo…”

Li Che’s eyes darken.

“Six-Armed Tathagata… ha! This world’s Buddha is truly problematic.” “Evil Buddha, Evil Buddha…”

Murderous intent boils in Li Che’s eyes.

He stands atop Mo City, surveying the vigilant Huang Tuo and Ao Lie below.

Ao Lie, unsurprisingly, has insufficient resolve with his first-stage Martial Saint level against the fearsome Underworld, while Huang Tuo is wary of the Underworld Yama who rivals the apex.

He wonders: if Underworld Yama were to come for him, how would he meet his end with grace? They remain oblivious to Li Che’s presence looming over Mo City.

The Cosmic Chessboard envelops every nook of Mo City without pause.

Buzz—buzz—buzz—

Li Che gazes down impassively. They seem to be nothing more than pawns at his feet.

One by one, black Spiritual Confinement chess pieces flicker around him, then with a sizzle, black mist twists outward, gradually coalescing into a series of Spiritual Confinement constructs!

Huang Jianjiu carries a Sword Casket and an old liquor gourd stained with countless sword marks.

You Liqing, clad in Golden Armor, holds a gilded Zhangba Snake Halberd at an angle. Over his helmet, a metal plate fails to fully conceal his face, his eyes ablaze with determination. Following him is the exquisite and enchanting Dragon Queen Ao Yuxin.

And then there’s Su Lei Ba.

Su Daoling, the Divine Talisman half-saint, isn’t permitted to act. Such crude work is not for a Divine Talisman half-saint—he only needs to refine the little thunder Five Lightning Killing Talisman.

To counter Huang Tuo, Li Che dares not underestimate him.

A two-stage Qi Sea Martial Saint, three First Stage Martial Saints of the Human Dan peak in Spiritual Confinement, plus Li Che’s overwhelming might—he unleashes his full firepower! Except for not utilizing Yama-level force, he goes all out!

After all, Huang Tuo comes from Xiao Lingyin Temple, part of the Great Realm’s Eleven Divine Paths. Li Che’s heart trembles as the scene unfolds like a painted scroll.

A gaunt Ma Mian steps forth from the scroll.

His five fingers grasp a streamlined, narrow-mouthed cannon adorned with intricate rune patterns: the Nanwu Xian Gong Xiao Shenshao Super Electromagnetic Cannon!

Ma Mian hoists the super electromagnetic cannon and nods at the Divine Monkey. With a tip of his toe, he vanishes into Mo City; inside it, Ma Mian becomes even more formidable.

Finding his mark, Ma Mian swiftly sets up the Nanwu Xian Gong Xiao Shenshao Super Electromagnetic Cannon!

He loads a long, heavy electromagnetic cannon shell made from xuan fire, black wind, thunder, and wood into the cannon. This marks the debut of the Nanwu Xian Gong Xiao Shenshao Super Electromagnetic Cannon…

Crack—sizzle—sizzle!

As if a magnetic field of thunder were stirring, countless electric arcs dart around Ma Mian! The Cosmic Chessboard manifests in his mind.

“Whoosh—” “Suck—”

In an instant, the heavens fall silent.

Ink-black rain pelts down at breakneck speed.

Then, within Mo City, the vigilant bald Huang Tuo becomes bathed in a vivid scarlet light as Ma Mian locks onto him!

Whoosh, whoosh—

The world falls eerily silent, as though even a pin drop could be heard.

A terrifying death blow, as cold as a blade, scrapes along Huang Tuo and Ao Lie’s necks. “Little Thunder… Five Lightning Killing Talisman?!”

“Half-Saint Divine Talisman?!”

“This is one of the Top Ten Killing Divine Talismans of the Xuanfu Divine Sect… How are there so many?!” “Just how many Little Thunder Five Lightning Killing Talismans have they activated?!” “Shield me!”

“Give me time to gather the power of Six-Armed Tathagata!”

Huang Tuo takes a deep breath, crosses his legs, and sits down. His expression turns grave as he looks at Ao Lie, masked by the Star Killer, and says solemnly, “Very well!”

Ao Lie says nothing further.

Huang Tuo is a top-tier powerhouse from Xiao Lingyin Temple whose mastery of the Divine Secret Technique is formidable. Now, dragged into this city by the Underworld, Ao Lie has no choice but to fight back-to-back with him.

Or perhaps, recognizing Huang Tuo’s superior strength, Ao Lie can only rely on him. The entire city lies in deathly silence, reminiscent of a forsaken netherworld.

Ao Lie steps forward, landing before Huang Tuo. In the next heartbeat, his fierce martial will activates—the fiery blood of the Dragon God lineage surges, burning intensely! Boom—!

Countless raindrops that once cascaded from the sky are repelled and shatter like watercolors, swirling in midair to form an undulating dragon silhouette!

Thud, thud, thud—suddenly,

Huang Tuo, seated on the ground, feels his heart pounding violently. Boom—!

Above him, myriad Little Thunder Five Lightning Killing Talismans burst forth, unleashing a barrage of interlaced electric columns. Their brilliant radiance engulfs them both!

Ao Lie lets out a long howl, his eyes reflecting a purple gleam. His black robe explodes apart, releasing countless fine purple dragon scales. Veins of luminous purple dragon bone tear painfully from his body!

The Star Killer mask on Ao Lie shatters, unable to conceal his identity any longer. Dozens of fine dragon scales glisten with purple light as a hundred-zhang true dragon silhouette surges skyward, colliding with the falling might of the Little Thunder Talisman force.

His blood roars like raging flames amidst thunder, an inferno about to burst forth! Bang—!!!

A terrifying explosion rips through the high skies. Ao Lie only feels excruciating pain! This is the Little Thunder Talisman!

It is a divine talisman from among the five elders—akin to a divine secret technique unleashed by a Divine Nucleus Cultivator of a one-god transformation.

For Ao Lie, his mighty Dragon God body could normally withstand it, but the sheer number of divine talismans is simply too overwhelming! Boom, boom, boom!

Countless delicate dragon scales burst apart, dragon blood sprays forth, and his massive dragon body twists in the sky over the city as it struggles against the force of the explosions. The dragon blood flows like relentless rain from above!

Drop by drop, blood splatters like red beads, falling with a cacophony of splashes on the ground.

Huang Tuo glances briefly, a slow smile tugging at his lips as he clenches his fist. The divine energy within the dragon blood is immediately stripped away.

He begins to recite Buddhist sutras!

In an instant, the image of a Six-Armed Buddha coalesces behind him!

“You—!!!”

Ao Lie, wracked with agony, sees Huang Tuo siphoning the divine energy from his dragon blood and erupts in furious rage.

That damn fool… plotting against him!

Deliberately forcing him to resist the power of the Little Shenshao Talisman, then drawing out his dragon blood’s divine energy! How infuriating!

Yet Ao Lie has no time to bemoan this; he fully channels his Dragon God bloodline to counter the explosion from over a dozen Little Thunder Talisman blasts!

The combined might of a dozen Five-Elder Little Shenshao Talismans nearly shatters Ao Lie!

Amidst his agonized roars, Ao Lie’s true purple dragon form is left with little intact—charred wounds weep dragon blood, and the air reeks of scorched flesh.

Time passes in a blur.

The barrage of Little Shenshao Talismans finally ceases—no further lightning columns crash down.

And yet…

A single, deafening dragon roar fractures the silence.

A startled Ao Lie wonders where this dragon roar came from.

In the next moment, he sees the inky mist split apart, revealing a dragon silhouette with intricately blue dragon bones stretching across the sky.

Countless dragon scales flare open, as steaming heat bursts from beneath them; the blue skeletal framework forms a true dragon’s body!

The Dragon God bloodline roars in unison!

Ao Lie’s once listless dragon eyes widen, his pupils contracting to the size of tiny green beans!

“This is…”

“Ao Yuxin?!!!”

“Dragon Queen Ao Yuxin!!!”

That unbreakable bond, that unmistakable connection of blood—it’s all too familiar!

This true dragon with a skeletal framework…

Is it none other than his own sister, Ao Yuxin?!

The Dragon Queen married to King Ping Luan?!

Wait a minute!

Ao Yuxin…she’s not dead?!

She’s alive? And has she betrayed the Dragon God lineage? And Ji Mo Li?!

Boom—!

The shimmering blue bone armor glows over Mo City!

Bang! A dragon claw slams down as a colossal figure clad entirely in Golden Armor emerges on the dragon skeleton’s back. With a clenched fist and a pointed spear, he creates an enormous void in the air!

Zhang Mo Mang Spear!

Boom—! Thud—!

The Dragon Queen’s claw forcefully strikes Ao Lie’s head, then You Liqing triggers the explosive power of two divine seed martial arts, piercing through his dragon head as if striking a drum!

Accompanied by a piercing, dragon-like roar, shockwaves ripple outward in rings!

Ao Lie only feels an endless terror as his dragon head is impaled by the fearsome spear light, violently driven onto the blue stone pavement of Mo City, forming a massive crater as countless spiderweb cracks radiate from it!

Though Mo City has been fortified, it is no match for Martial Saint-level destruction. Thick dragon blood rains down from the sky!

Ao Lie struggles, but is repeatedly beaten by the Dragon Queen’s monstrous, heavy dragon claw. After a brutal lash of her dragon tail, he loses all strength of movement. Dragon blood pools!

Meanwhile,

Huang Tuo’s eyes widen. The moment Ao Lie meets his fate, he spreads his arms wide! “Six-Armed Tathagata!”

Buddha’s chants erupt as countless rays of golden light surge from behind him!

Streams of golden radiance radiate outward from his body, forming an immense Six-Armed Tathagata over three hundred zhang tall, spanning across heaven and earth!

Huang Tuo himself levitates, hovering at the heart of the enormous golden Buddha—the most impervious spot.

Having activated his Six-Armed Tathagata, Huang Tuo finally feels a sense of relief.

Stabilized!

One of the top Buddhist arts of Xiao Lingyin Temple, Six-Armed Tathagata is not only famed as a divine technique but also Huang Tuo’s personal martial art, blendable for both offense and defense!

Within its tier, it is unbreakable, a defense like no other! When the Six-Armed Buddha’s strikes are unleashed, they shake the heavens!

Huang Tuo fears that in this strangely cavernous city, akin to a Minor Cavern of the Heavens, he won’t even have the time to fully employ this Buddhist art. It requires at least three breaths of sustained divine energy…

This is the greatest flaw of even the top-tier Buddhist arts!

Yet this isn’t truly a flaw, since at Xiao Lingyin Temple every Divine Nucleus Cultivator is guarded by a Diamond Monk, giving them the time to channel their Buddhist art.

Fortunately, having been dragged into this mysterious city, he still has a Dragon God descendant to help hold the line! “Six-Armed Tathagata is set…”

“I, a humble monk, remain undefeated among my peers.”

Huang Tuo joins his palms; his red kasaya flutters in the Buddha’s light as he smiles confidently.

Unless the Underworld unleashes mountain-climbing Martial Saints or three-shen-transformation Divine Nucleus Cultivators—or even Underworld Yama himself—

Huang Tuo is confident that with full defense he can hold out until Huang Mei Great Master’s past incarnation comes to his rescue! However,

Just as his confident smile begins to spread,

he sees, far off above a house, a dazzling burst of golden bloom explode—hot and torrid, with countless golden lightning bolts interwoven, distorting space as if about to tear it apart!

All he sees is the golden bloom unfurl, without a sound. And then…

he hears the shattering cry of his three-hundred-zhang golden Six-Armed Tathagata as if a broken mirror were exploding!

A long, teardrop-shaped Mechanism Bullet, swirling with countless high-speed lightning streaks, twists the very void ahead as layers upon layers crumple and then are instantly pierced!

Its terrifying penetrating power erupts from the bullet! Perfectly engineered assassination, a sniper’s shot from several dozen zhang away!

A calm, almost poetic hunt unfolds, as if autumn blossoms fading away—Underworld—

Ma Mian!

Huang Tuo’s smile freezes, for the chest of the Six-Armed Tathagata, overwhelmed by that heavy, wind-and-thunder charged droplet, has been pierced through!

His chest collapses instantly! And then…

That supremely penetrating electromagnetic cannon shell rends open the Buddha’s golden form, tearing through his kasaya defenses.

It rips through his monk robes!

Evaporating his flesh, shattering his chest, and piercing his heart—bursting out behind him in a haze of blood mist!

At that moment…

Huang Tuo’s ears are filled with a deafening, earth-shattering roar, like a burst of thunder behind clouds. And even more terrifying…

The droplet that pierced through his body, exploding his heart and bursting out from behind in a flash of blood,

suddenly shifts and reappears.

It transforms into the image of the Underworld Divine Monkey: a figure clenching the Freewill Gold-Iron Divine Staff, his mask in tatters.

The Divine Monkey stands behind Huang Tuo.

Clutching a Treasure Stick, he casts a sidelong glance at Huang Tuo. “Undefeated among peers?”

“Who dares claim to be undefeated? Who proclaims invincibility?” “One stick, and you’ll meet the Buddha!”

The Treasure Stick vibrates instantly with a buzzing roar!

That much-anticipated Freewill Gold-Iron Divine Staff, long awaited by Huang Tuo, is now propelled by a terrifying force, whirling fiercely in a devastating arc. Like a landslide, its impact crashes down on Huang Tuo’s head! “No—!!!”

Huang Tuo roars in anger, desperately trying to retract his collapsing Six-Armed Tathagata golden form! Yet…

He stops halfway. His head…

With his facial features and skull twisting in agony, accompanied by shattered Buddha light, fragmented flesh, and blood mist—a deathly golden lotus blooms amid the chaos.