"He who covets the divine artifacts of an Imperial Dynasty!"
"Slay!"
With Shang Shitu's command, Han Tao's head was separated from his body, blood splashing three zhang!
"From this day forth, there shall be no more Changhe Sect in the world!"
Shang Shitu ascended to the heavens step by step, looking down upon the entire Changhe Sect like a true god, issuing a divine decree from the heavenly Dao!
...
At the same time Shang Shitu was suppressing the Changhe Sect astride his Hu Lei Bao, above Shui Yue Tian, the old general with white whiskers, Huang Zhong, clad in Vermilion Bird armor, slowly strode through the heavens!
"The Great Han Imperial Dynasty, your old general Huang Zhong, has come to pay his respects to the ruler of this realm!"
His aged and resonant voice echoed throughout Shui Yue Tian. Countless beings traversing the void were instantly locked in place, unable to move. A place teeming with life now felt like the depths of a thousand-zhang ice abyss.
Innumerable beings who relied on the power of Shui Yue Tian to survive in this land bent their waists. The more they resisted, the heavier the invisible pressure became, until two-thirds of them were forced to their knees.
Above the void, crimson flames gradually outshone the divine sun in the nine heavens. The previously clear and vast expanse instantly plunged into a world of red. The temperature of Shui Yue Tian began to rise incessantly.
The aged and resonant voice did not possess the boundless terror of Shang Shitu's. It seemed as though all his strength was compressed within layers of sonic waves, with most of the destructive power falling upon the ancestral grounds of Shui Yue Tian.
Within the mountain gate, magnificent buildings and pavilions, and steles symbolizing the supreme glory of Shui Yue Tian, all cracked under the force of the sound waves!
Even the steles erected by the founding ancestor of Shui Yue Tian shattered at this moment. The sacred land that could never be lingered in for too long was reduced to nothingness by this single aged utterance!
"This... is this a true god?"
"Isn't the Great Han Imperial Dynasty just a newly ascended, low-tier power?"
"This..."
In a corner of Shui Yue Tian, a being who had ignited eight divine fires had his entire face covered in blood. Cracks, like fine threads, pierced deep into his soul sea, continuously shooting towards his primordial spirit. His soul was terrified, and his body continued to rupture.
"Not a true god, he absolutely cannot be a true god!"
Not far away, a being struggling to resist shouted towards the beings nearby, his eyes fixed on Huang Zhong above the nine heavens. He saw the crimson-gold flame burning between the brows of the figure and roared, "Not a true god, how dare he be so presumptuous? Doesn't he know that in this realm, Shui Yue Tian is the sole ruler? Our sect has three Void God experts, each an supreme being who achieved the Void God realm by igniting twelve divine fires!"
"If not a true god, how could he possess such might, suppressing us so that we cannot move even an inch?"
"He is absolutely not a true god! He is absolutely not a true god!"
The previous being, enduring the ever-widening cracks and the struggle to forcibly stabilize his body against the biting pain, gritted his teeth.
"He is definitely not a true god. I have seen a true god from the Xue Yuan Imperial Dynasty from afar."
"Only by successfully opening twelve paths of divine fire can one be qualified to step into the ranks of true gods!"
"When the twelve divine fires converge into one, forming a seed of divine fire between the brows, the condensation of this seed of divine fire is the symbol of the Void God realm!"
"But a true god... Ah..."
One of the being's arms exploded. Beads of sweat drenched his clothes. His weakened body lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Beings... desire to step into the ranks of true gods!"
The being coughed up a mouthful of blood, took a breath, and continued, "Only by re-igniting the divine fire seed between the brows, flowing it back into the twelve divine fire acupoints, and completing the tempering of divine power, can one reach the realm of a true god!"
"Look at him, between his brows, the seed of divine fire is still burning... That... that is... No... How is this possible?"
Countless beings looked in the direction indicated by the speaking being in terror. They saw that Huang Zhong in the void, all twelve divine fires, including the seed of divine fire between his brows, were all crimson-gold!
Crimson-gold!!
Since when did divine fire possess such a color in this realm!!
Such a strange and terrifying flame had never been seen before. Even in historical records, not a single being had condensed crimson-gold divine fire!
"It's you! I haven't even gone to your nation to demand an explanation, and you've come to my doorstep seeking death!"
At this moment, Zuo Geng, who had stabilized a wisp of his scattered primordial spirit, slowly emerged from the depths of Shui Yue Tian. His five layers of Void God realm divine power spread through the void, attempting to counter Huang Zhong's suppressing divine power and give his sect disciples a chance to breathe.
At the border of the Great Han Imperial Dynasty, a wisp of his primordial spirit had been shattered by Huang Zhong's words, but that was merely a wisp of Zuo Geng's primordial spirit and did not represent his true strength.
Now, as he stepped through the void and approached Huang Zhong, he truly felt the terrifying might erupting from within Huang Zhong!
"Hmm?"
How could a first-level Void God possess such extraordinary divine power and might, capable of suppressing his five layers of divine power to the point of being unable to resist?
Looking at the aged general with white whiskers, Huang Zhong, clad in red battle armor that seemed to hum, carrying two black iron bows on his back, continuously radiating boundless blood energy. In his hand, he tightly gripped a bloody saber, as if stained with blood, its edge honed to razor sharpness!
Huang Zhong glanced at Zuo Geng, then closed his eyes, holding the bloody saber upright before him. A faint saber hum vibrated in his ears!
A saber hum seemed to stir up a storm of spiritual energy ten thousand zhang high. Within a few hundred zhang of Zuo Geng, it rapidly condensed, reaching its peak. It was like a blade of spiritual energy, directly slashing down towards Zuo Geng!
"You dare to scorn me so!"
Zuo Geng watched as Huang Zhong, with closed eyes, without drawing his saber, merely using a saber hum to forge a blade of spiritual energy, slashed down at him.
Who was he? In this boundless sea, only his junior brothers Zuo Fan and Zuo Zi Chen could disregard him so, and they were his beloved junior brothers. But this first-level Void God of an Imperial Dynasty, using some unknown secret art, had raised his strength to a level that could suppress him. It was likely the same secret art that Xu Chu used to slay the Sea God when the Great Han Imperial Dynasty was promoted that day!
It's just a secret art, is it truly strength that you can wield? I don't believe you won't have a moment of weakness!
He kicked out, as if a colossal blue pillar condensed in the void. The fierce aura was like thunderous roars!
The condensing blade of spiritual energy, sharp beyond compare, merely cut lightly!
A flash of bloody light streaked past. Traces of Southern Bright Fire still lingered in the void!
The colossal, fierce pillar exploded in the void. Spiritual energy burst forth, and waves of saber intent descended, directly landing on Zuo Geng's thigh. A flash of bloody light, and a leg was severed. Divine blood spilled.
"Ah... My leg..."
His right leg, three zhang away from his body, exploded. Crimson blood poured down, drenching Zuo Geng.