Chapter 257: Sword and Sorrows Amidst Fallen Gods

The bright moon hanging high in the night sky suddenly seemed to lose its luster as if swallowed by darkness!

A sweeping sword light cut across the land—a blazing, magnificent arc rising from the earth’s end like a radiant midday sun, pure as flawless crystal!

It carried the ultimate arrogance—a supreme, transcendent force!

Sword energy roared forth, crushing all in its path!

It surged like a mighty force, overwhelming all!

“Hahaha!”

Huang Jianjiu’s jet-black hair whipped wildly as he laughed heartily at the sky, his figure merging seamlessly with his sword.

A Martial Saint can merge with the heavens and earth, harnessing their power as his own!

At that moment, Huang Jianjiu’s mortal body was powerful enough to bear the sword immortal’s sword intent, as if he and the sword had become one!

In the past, his body would have shattered under the strain of such a fusion, reducing him to mere bones and blood.

But now, having assimilated the Undead Curse Seal from the five elders—and free-riding on the Corpse God Sect’s gift—he forged his flesh into that of a demigod cursed corpse, strong enough to bear the Martial Saint-level sword intent!

The Cursed Jade Corpse of the Corpse God Sect rivaled the top-tier grandmasters of the Three Flowers.

And a cursed corpse on par with a Martial Saint is none other than a demigod corpse!

The flesh of a demigod corpse is incredibly resilient; every movement exudes the relentless will of a six-desire death god, unyielding even to a Martial Saint’s command over the elements!

Around his body, deathly aura twined with blooming patterns on black jade-like skin, as cold and potent energy surged in a magnificent display!

Explosive blood energy, surging auras, and unyielding might burst forth— even blood still lively in its vessels joined in an eruption of terrifying power!

One sword strike; a head severed!

Before Su Wuming, the top grandmaster of the Three Flowers, could even react, his head was hoisted high.

Separated from his body, it flew some thirty feet into the air!

A look of sheer disbelief remained on Su Wuming’s face—he hadn’t expected Huang Jianjiu to single-handedly overcome the Martial Saint of the Su Family and strike him down!

The overwhelming sword intent made his soul tremble, an unstoppable force.

This was not a strike he could block—it carried a rank pressure so oppressive that he wouldn’t even be able to move a finger!

It was the power of a Martial Saint!

Though the oppressive force of the martial path may not be as terrifying or absolute as divine power, it’s still an undeniable weight.

Indeed, upon reaching the Martial Saint level their oppressive influence grows even more, as they leap beyond mortal limits into a new realm of life!

Huang Jianjiu’s black hair burned like dark flames while his ragged clothes transformed into an aura of regal splendor.

Mystical patterns bloomed on his jet-black skin, both divine and demonic!

A demigod cursed corpse radiated deathly energy like an endless tide!

Bearing the sword immortal’s sword energy, he exuded a terrifying, otherworldly aura!

His clenched fingers sent ripples of sword intent, and dazzling sword light exploded silently—so fast that sound couldn’t keep pace!

Boom——!!!

In an instant, the explosion resounded like fireworks. A blinding white burst of sword intent obliterated Su Wuming’s headless, shattered body!

The flesh, sinew, and bones of the top grandmaster’s being were shattered into countless granular fragments under that single blow!

A hazy blood mist erupted!

Su Wuming’s head soared over thirty feet as his anger-filled eyes and pulsating forehead pellet burst forth, unleashing a torrent of primordial power!

“Ah——!!!”

“Huang Jianjiu!”

Su Wuming roared in fury!

In that moment, a majestic divine energy converged within the heavens and earth—a dazzling golden pill soared upward like a mighty sun.

Within that radiant orb, the twisted, half-red visage of a joyous Buddha from the Sword Immortal’s temple materialized; with each breath, the golden pill would swell and shrink.

That was Breath Retention!

Not only was Su Wuming a top grandmaster of the Three Flowers, but he was also a divine cultivator of Breath Retention Transformation!

Ranking third in the Authentic Transmission Ledger of the Qianyuan Divine Sect, his cultivation and combat prowess were formidable—honed by three millennia of Su Family heritage!

He had carved a solid position in the Authentic Transmission Ledger of the Qianyuan Divine Sect!

Yet, Su Wuming had always been jealous—jealous of Huang Jianjiu’s innate talent and his innate mastery of the sword!

Although both practiced the sword, once Huang Jianjiu grasped it, he would immediately comprehend the Way of the Sword, progressing by leaps and bounds that left others hopeless.

With such unparalleled talent, who wouldn’t despair?

Determined to destroy Huang Jianjiu, Su Wuming infiltrated his group with Zhu Qing. During a mission, he exploited his family charm to win over Zhu Qing’s heart.

Though his aptitude in cultivation lagged behind Huang Jianjiu’s, his expertise in charming women far surpassed the dull, uninteresting Huang Jianjiu.

He managed to win Zhu Qing over, marrying her and having children, then using a secret family technique to drain her innate talent for his own gain.

Even as his talent rose, it still lagged behind Huang Jianjiu’s, fueling his rage. Every return home was filled with torment as he cursed Zhu Qing’s insufficient gift—never enough to surpass Huang Jianjiu.

Later, driven by spite and to unsettle Huang Jianjiu’s spirit…

He invited Huang Jianjiu to the Su Family residence, showing him the long-coveted Zhu Qing.

Sure enough, as expected, Huang Jianjiu’s demeanor unraveled; he lost his focus, began drinking, and sank into a state of despair—as if falling into an abyss of no return.

Su Wuming saw a glimmer of hope in Huang Jianjiu’s faltering state.

But no matter how many years passed, Huang Jianjiu still outclassed him. The disparity in talent left him gasping for air.

Even though he had legally married several talented women over the years, drained their innate abilities, yet still couldn’t catch up!

He fumed at all those with talent, cursing that if not for Huang Jianjiu, he might have absorbed every bit of talent he desired!

And now, here stood Huang Jianjiu before him.

In a fit of madness, he launched an assault on the Su Family, striking down the Martial Saint with one swing!

“Huang Jianjiu——!”

His mortal body was severed, and Su Wuming’s primordial spirit trembled with rage, his voice quivering in fury!

The divine power of his Breath Retention Transformation shook the golden pill, which burst in brilliant light!

Countless fluctuations of primordial energy surged, coalescing into a long blade of burning desire that slowly extricated itself from the golden pill’s side—

Su Wuming knew full well that at this moment, Huang Jianjiu, now a half-demon corpse embodying the sword immortal’s sword intent, was utterly unparalleled on the martial path!

It was a force he could never hope to withstand!

All he could do was use his divine cultivation of Breath Retention Transformation to stave off the assault for a moment!

Awaiting the arrival of the Su Family’s Martial Saints and divine progeny saviors!

Only then…

Could he live!

Buzz—buzz—buzz——

An intangible, primordial blade ignited with spiritual fire hummed!

As the blazing, desire-fueled blade slowly emerged from Su Wuming’s golden pill, its edge shattering the heavens as if to tear the clouds apart!

Su Wuming’s primordial essence blazed with fierce, consuming fire!

Amid a surge of wild, clashing light, the blade sliced toward the entranced, demonic Huang Jianjiu!

A tremendous roar—!!!

The blow aimed at his primordial essence erupted with a sound like thunder!

The dazzling blade shone like a resplendent sun, cleaving through the void in a silent, swift cascade—desire and sword light intertwining in a torrential flow!

Within a thirty-foot radius, Su Wuming’s disfigured head tumbled amid swirling, slicing sword light, its sharp edges tearing the air and letting out a roar akin to a beast!

Thus was the desire-forged blade of his primordial technique unleashed.

For the first time in ages, Su Wuming savored a moment of clarity and exhilaration!

This was the blade born of his devoured talent—a masterpiece of his will, merging all his ambition, courage, fighting spirit, and desire in one decisive strike!

Every thought, every bit of his resolve, and every ounce of desire converged in that single blow!

Had Huang Jianjiu not wielded the sword immortal’s sword intent, nor transformed into a half-demon corpse,

He was confident he could have defeated him.

Ascending to second place in the Authentic Transmission Ledger!

Yet…

Facing that dazzling, ultimate desire-strike, a scornful, indifferent glint appeared in Huang Jianjiu’s jet-black eyes.

His five fingers, like hooks, flicked in midair—effortlessly as if plucking a streak of blazing sunlight from the heavens!

With a snap, the divine sword’s song burst forth, distorting the air and ripping the energy waves apart!

The desire-forged strike from Su Wuming shattered and collapsed in an instant,

Crumbled to pieces by the graceful yet mighty sword immortal’s sword intent!

It was like a mere insect trying to halt a chariot, utterly futile!

Su Wuming felt that his most masterfully executed strike, his pride and joy, now seemed as insignificant as a speck in the vast ocean!

Why…

How could it be?

Does talent truly grant you absolute power?

The sword light quivered and flowed, like a lone Sword Immortal delivering a signature strike—its ever-changing form a cycle of life and death!

In that moment, Su Wuming’s primordial essence was severed by the sword energy,

Both his spirit and his precious essence were extinguished.

It was as if a divine being had released a single exhalation.

And in an instant, everything was reduced to ash.

Su Wuming’s spirit wailed in terror before falling silent, his will crumbling into nothingness.

His golden pill of primordial essence cracked, and even the joyful Buddha’s visage that once transformed through Breath Retention was cleaved in half by a brilliant sword light—

Smash——!!!

A fragment of his golden pill exploded midair, disintegrating into nothing more than dust; countless divine sparks burst forth, rippling across the sky like translucent rings!

Su Wuming was utterly doomed!

Meanwhile, Huang Jianjiu paid no heed to the spot where Su Wuming’s essence had vanished into a blood mist.

Even though he had long wanted to kill Su Wuming,

Actually dispatching him brought him no joy—Huang Jianjiu remained eerily calm, his heart unmoved.

His brow burned with a pure, white sword intent that smoldered like incense.

He barely had time to reflect on Su Wuming’s demise.

Time was running out.

Huang Jianjiu’s hair whipped in the air as he strode through the half-light, determined only to slay more of the Su Family’s vermin.

The more he investigated over the years, the more he realized just how corrupt the largest clan in Daocheng truly was—a bloated mass riddled with decay.

Perhaps it was that secret family technique that allowed the Su Family’s disciples to relish unearned talent; they began experimenting wildly,

Capturing talented girls wherever they could— abducting them not just from Daocheng but from nearby cities—bringing them into the Su Family residence. Whether the girl was of humble origins or from a minor noble family, they spared no method to exploit and transplant their innate abilities.

For the sake of diversifying their talent, they even targeted girls aged from five to thirty—if they were pure and unblemished, they would be made their quarry.

The more Huang Jianjiu uncovered, the more horrifying it became.

A turbulent energy built within him, as if a knot of suppressed fury rotated, churning and roaring.

It resonated within his sword, screaming in rage!

Su Wuming’s death was merely the beginning.

He intended to strike down countless worthless beings.

He vowed to excise every blemish from this three-millennium-old clan!

Huang Jianjiu’s eyes flashed as he looked at the intertwined cosmic chessboard, fixated on that mysterious Mo City shrouding the Su Family patriarch—a Martial Saint at his second breakthrough.

He wondered how long the Ogre could stall him.

Even though he had hired a star killer from the Lie Shen Pavilion, expending all his wealth,

And even with Elder Fang Han Shu of the Qianyuan Divine Sect blocking the Su Family’s deepest secrets—the Martial Saint Su Lei Ba—

Time was truly running short.

Huang Jianjiu exhaled a burst of sword intent like thunder.

Wielding the brilliant Sword Immortal’s Sword with the force of the midday sun, he swung mightily—standing tall amidst streaks of sword light, as swirling deathly aura and corpse energy roiled like demonic, celestial dancers!

Thwump—!

Accompanied by a burst of blood-red petals, a head fell.

Simultaneously, his primordial essence was pierced and extinguished by the sword energy!

This was a Su Family divine cultivator of the primordial transformation realm—a formidable Divine Practitioner, yet in that moment, one casual strike of sword energy had ended him!

Roars of fury erupted!

The Su Family’s best were petrified, their faces etched with fear and disbelief.

In one encounter, the top-tier, divine, Breath Retention Su Wuming was slain!

Is this even human?

No—in that moment, Huang Jianjiu had become a Martial Saint!

A Martial Saint wielding a trace of Sword Immortal’s Sword intent!

A stature so high that no one could stand in his way!

Flee!

Su Family cultivators scattered like broken branches—when calamity strikes, each flees for their own survival!

They rushed wildly in every direction!

Huang Jianjiu’s hair flew as a sneer of disdain flickered in his scarlet eyes.

These were but aristocratic brats!

Merely swine and dogs!

Huang Jianjiu’s sword energy swept down like a roaring river, a torrent of sword intent cascading around them!

All Su Family cultivators were engulfed by his sword energy!

Huang Jianjiu collapsed onto the ground, laughing defiantly to the heavens with his sword in hand.

He pressed his thumb against the stopper of his scarred liquor gourd and took a long drink.

He laughed uproariously.

He was killing.

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Boom——!!!

Above in the night sky, thunderous booms echoed, rolling and resounding in the darkness.

Within the residence of the Temple Guardian Division,

Officials were studying reports from bizarre temples across Daocheng, analyzing every detail.

Suddenly, a thunderclap rang out—as if a sword intent were about to rend the night sky apart!

Though faint and masked by some mysterious power, You Wen Wenlong’s eyes narrowed, accustomed to the language of sword energy.

In a flash, he appeared atop an office pavilion of the Temple Guardian Division.

Between the sweeping eaves, he stood tall, his robe billowing as his powerful frame cut a striking outline.

The diffuse energy around him seemed fused with the heavens and earth, roaring like a blazing signal fire.

“Is that… the temple spirit sword intent of Lv Xuan Sword Immortal’s bizarre temple?!”

“Who is it?”

You Wen Wenlong’s footsteps hit the roof hard; the void seemed to quiver with rippling energy.

His powerful form broke through layers of white energy, moving as swiftly as a black lightning bolt under the moon, traversing the earth.

In the southeast corner of Daocheng, a bizarre temple stood silently.

The Temple Guardian Division had set up numerous outposts here—white tents dotting the area around this bizarre temple shrouded in dark mist, like scattered white blossoms.

A security line cordoned off the region encompassing the Bizarre Temple, the dark mists, and the bizarre temple.

This was the third bizarre temple under the Temple Guardian Division in Daocheng.

The 【Six-Desire Exterminator Lv Xuan Sword Immortal】 bizarre temple!

The moment You Wen Wenlong arrived, many overseers and messengers of the Temple Guardian Division stationed around the temple began to converge.

“General Inspector!”

The divine messengers stood in neat rows, clasping their fists in salute.

You Wen Wenlong furrowed his brow, a strange glint in his eyes as he asked, “Where is Governor Feng?”

A supervisor, fists clasped, replied, “General Inspector Feng is still at the Bizarre Temple, holding his post. Shall we send someone to relay messages to his location?”

You Wen Wenlong waved dismissively, “No need.”

“I sensed a sharp sword intent, strikingly similar to Lv Xuan Sword Immortal’s, which brought me here to observe.”

“It appears now that it isn’t…”

Suddenly, as You Wen Wenlong finished his words, an earth-shaking roar filled the air.

He saw the dark mist over the bizarre temple slashed cleanly in two—as though severed by a sword!

A massive, imposing figure cloaked in blood-red, enveloped in streaks of knife-like light, slowly emerged.

Every step he took seemed to shake the very earth, a thunderous cadence that threatened to shatter hearts.

Even You Wen Wenlong couldn’t help but feel the piercing intensity of the sound.

“Feng Zhiqi!”

You Wen Wenlong’s heart trembled as the swirling energy around him nearly scattered.

The Martial Saint’s four realms—Breaking the Human Pill, Opening the Qi Ocean, Conquering the Mountain Path, and Shattering the Heavenly Gate—each represented a transcendence beyond mortal limits!

Feng Zhiqi, stationed for years within the Sword Immortal’s Bizarre Temple, was a force to be reckoned with, sent by the Divine Capital’s Temple Guardian Division to protect Daocheng’s deepest secrets.

Feng Zhiqi was a peerless warrior of the Martial Saint’s third breakthrough; while some could only reach the foothills or mid-mountain, Feng Zhiqi was on the verge of summiting!

“General Inspector You, you sensed it correctly…”

“That sword intent is indeed Sword Immortal’s sword intent—a power the little rascal borrowed from the temple spirit!”

Feng Zhiqi’s deep, sonorous voice reverberated like a great bell.

“It now appears that the little fellow has chosen to deploy…”

Feng Zhiqi’s eyes darkened as he looked toward the Su Family’s direction; he could vaguely make out a cosmic chessboard swirling, obscuring sight and intruding on observation.

Yet the Sword Immortal’s sword intent blazed forth like the noonday sun, piercing the cosmic chessboard.

Of course, it was also because its manipulator had momentarily let his guard down.

You Wen Wenlong raised an eyebrow, “Huang Jianjiu?”

“Yes, it’s him,” came the reply.

You Wen Wenlong took a deep breath and then fixed his gaze on the Su Family’s direction.

“He actually dared to take on the Su Family all by himself?”

Images flitted through his mind—a hint of a star killer from the Lie Shen Pavilion, Elder Fang Han Shu acting on his behalf… It seemed that Fang Han Shu’s recent house arrest on Huang Jianjiu was nothing more than a show for the Su Family!

“He blocked Su Daoling, stopped Su Lei Ba, yet inside the Su Family residence, Su Wenxi—though a newly minted Martial Saint—is still a Martial Saint after all!”

“Even if he harnessed Sword Immortal’s sword intent, without a body honed to a grandmaster’s degree, he’d be cleaved apart by that sword intent.”

“Even with the Sword Immortal’s power, it would only be an even match for Su Wenxi, wouldn’t it?”

“It was all just a spectacle, then?”

You Wen Wenlong frowned, perplexed by it all.

Huang Jianjiu’s rash actions were nothing but impulsive folly.

Suddenly, You Wen Wenlong sensed the immense cosmic chessboard looming overhead.

His body trembled slightly.

“The Underworld?!”

“Huang Jianjiu even called upon the Underworld to block Su Wenxi, the Martial Saint?”

You Wen Wenlong exhaled deeply, a glimmer of light dancing in his eyes.

“Can the Underworld really hold back Su Wenxi?”

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Boom——!!!

A dense, inky cityscape of Mo City collapsed with a thunderous roar.

Su Wenxi was plunged into darkness, as if in an instant, every sense had been stripped from him!

“What is this?!”

He roared in fury as overwhelming, mightily charged energy surged through him—the surrounding inky mist shattered, and a tidal wave of sound radiated from him, sweeping everything aside!

His feet struck the solid ground, and that unyielding sensation eased his heart.

All his senses returned, along with the innate connection to the heavens and earth that defined a Martial Saint!

A cold glint flickered in Su Wenxi’s eyes as his clenched fists flexed; every muscle rippled with power, his sinews visibly straining—a triumphant display of three radiant divine seeds pulsating like rebel hearts!

Splashes of inky rain cascaded from the heavens, striking his brow and shoulders before evaporating in his blazing energy!

“Where am I?”

Su Wenxi looked around—a vast expanse of inky darkness surrounded him, like an ancient Chinese ink landscape.

Had he truly entered a painting?

“The Underworld’s doing?”

A violent fury surged within Su Wenxi—he despised the Underworld. As the head of the Su Family, the recent deaths of Su He Lian and Su Huai Ming had brought him immense troubles.

One, the Su Family squandered vast resources to obtain a position as an external honorary elder of the Qianyuan Divine Sect; with Su He Lian’s demise, that position was abolished—wasting countless resources.

And Su Huai Ming’s death had severely impacted the Su Family’s divine eagle enterprise!

“The Underworld…”

Su Wenxi gritted his teeth, murderous intent boiling in his eyes!

Suddenly, a terrifying sound split the air—a colossal, shadowy figure abruptly appeared above his head.

Clang clang clang——!!!

Accompanied by the clashing of metal and the roar of spirit wood, a massive gale descended like a landslide!

“A Mechanism Beast?!”

“A lower-level Five Elder Mechanism Beast? On par with a Martial Saint?”

Su Wenxi looked up—the colossal Blood-Yang Nine Divine Vajra Ape, towering at nearly five meters, lunged at him!

The terrifying surge of energy emanating from its fists was like the force of a tidal wave!

Countless currents were obliterated in its wake!

Su Wenxi’s eyes narrowed as his entire being trembled; his fists clenched and his arms spread wide, transforming him into a soaring eagle!

This was divine seed martial arts—a technique refined to its ultimate form, a true transcendence!

Exquisite and sublime—it was the true state of transformation!

It was as if he had merged with the heavens and earth!

With a ferocious, unruly aura soaring skyward, the very air trembled like giant waves rolling over a river!

Boom——!!!

Su Wenxi advanced relentlessly; his punch left an impression as if a giant human core were violently pulsating—a terrifying crack visible on it!

From that fissure, a magnificent and majestic human essence burst forth!

Merging with pure energy, it formed a higher-level force—transcending even the might of the Three-Flower Gang Qi—all by the power of Primordial Force!

Like a rainbow slicing the sun, with a mighty roar, Su Wenxi, the Martial Saint, unleashed his boundless vitality!

One punch clashed titanicly against the arm of the Blood-Yang Nine Divine Vajra Ape!

Thud——!!!

In the next heartbeat, Su Wenxi’s fist collided with that of the Vajra Ape!

It was like the collision of the earth and the moon!

The entire Mo City trembled as the inky mist around it exploded in thick, dark clouds!

It seemed as if thousands of explosive booms echoed in unison from within Mo City!

Boom——!!!

The arm of the Vajra Ape, crafted of spirit wood and bearing thousands of mechanism inscriptions, shattered under the Martial Saint’s furious punch, scattering like innumerable fragments of wood!

Su Wenxi’s face burned with anger.

He’d been dragged here by the Underworld—while the fallen Huang Jianjiu, transformed into a half-demon corpse, clutched the Sword Immortal’s sword intent…

Within the Su Family, wasn’t he invincible?

Yet Su Wenxi was not overly worried—after all, the Su Family’s foundation wasn’t built on him alone.

There were also Su Daoling and Su Lei Ba!

At that moment, Su Wenxi’s punch shattered the arm of the Blood-Yang Nine Divine Vajra Ape; his eyes flashed like lightning!

“The spirit wood material is mediocre—just as expected!”

“It’s as if it’s a deformed creation, forcibly elevated to Martial Saint level.”

Su Wenxi’s keen gaze immediately discerned the flaw in the Vajra Ape!

The limitations of its material were the greatest weakness of the Mechanism Beast—even with mechanism inscriptions reinforcing it, it was simply not enough!

Su Wenxi swept his gaze over the entire Mo City; the swirling inky mist made him realize his own primordial essence was dramatically weakened here.

Moreover…within this Mo City, he couldn’t draw any divine energy from the outside!

In this forsaken realm of Mo City…

There was no divine power!

“A world deprived of divine energy?!”

“What exactly is the Underworld’s origin?”

The more he sensed, the more his heart pounded in terror!

Since the bizarre temple’s birth, divine power had saturated every corner of the world.

Only when divine energy is diluted or weak could there possibly be a realm devoid of it!

Unless…this city isn’t of the mortal world!

How…can that be?!

Li Che, masked with the Ogre Mask, merged with the darkness—watching as the Vajra Ape and Su Wenxi clashed, realizing not even a hint of his true might could touch Su Wenxi.

This Martial Saint’s mortal core had cracked open, unleashing a torrent of essence that fused into an unstoppable Primordial Force!

In the end, the Blood-Yang Nine Divine Vajra Ape was nothing more than a forced upgrade via Vital Radiance—a lower-level Mechanism Beast of the Five Elders!

Adjusting his Bamboo Hat, Li Che’s towering frame trembled as his nine thick sinews vibrated incessantly!

“Indeed…the material of the Vajra Ape is subpar.”

“It truly is the deformed product you speak of.”

He suddenly raised his head.

Under the Ogre Mask, his eyes flashed with electric determination!

“But so what?”

In an instant, the shattered arm of the Vajra Ape—its spirit wood fragments swirling chaotically—triggered an explosive surge of Vital Radiance, reforming into the very arm that Su Wenxi had shattered!

Over the Vital Radiance, intricate divine seals intertwined and whirled!

Like armed to the teeth, the Blood-Yang Nine Divine Vajra Ape roared in defiance!

Again, it launched a ferocious punch that slammed into Su Wenxi.

At the same time, Li Che, donning the Ogre Mask, snapped his fingers.

Behind the Vajra Ape, a figure clad entirely in golden armor leaped forth wielding a golden Zhangba Snake Halberd; his toe touched down as turbulent energy swept about him, his eyes shining with golden brilliance like an enraged heavenly king!

In that moment, it seemed as if the very energies of the world converged upon the armored divine general, his force rising relentlessly!

A colossal demonic python erupted from behind him.

In a terrifying single thrust, the Zhangma Python Spear struck down!

The entire sky appeared to sink in that instant!

Thump, thump!

Two deafening explosions of energy!

It was You Liqing, igniting the divine seed from within one of the Seven-thousand Words remnants without hesitation!

Su Wenxi’s expression froze momentarily.

Were these…Underworld death soldiers?

Not death soldiers…who in their right mind would self-detonate a divine seed on sight?!

Sensing the terrifying, frenzied burst of Qi from the divine seed formation,

Su Wenxi clenched his fist midair, his eyes erupting with a dazzling array of fierce light.

Amidst them swirled a trace of derisive indignation!

“It seems the Underworld…wants to kill me?!”

“Wants to slaughter a Martial Saint?!”

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