Across the eastern sky of Sangfu, clouds drifted faintly and the wind blew gently.

The chill spring breeze swept through, carrying a sense of desolate stillness.

The divine power of Jinling, the Eight-Armed Heavenly God, possessed eight formidable transformations. Even Chongxuan Zun’s right arm, lost during the earlier pursuit, was a casualty of this divine power.

However…

There was no time for it to be displayed.

In the perception of all onlookers, no sooner had Xue Chang unleashed his Ignorant Divine Power than everyone seized the opportunity to surge forth. Yet, before a single round of combat had concluded, Jinling, who had charged at the forefront, had vanished within the terrifying might of Jiang Wang’s sword, executing Ten Thousand Laws. Not a trace remained. Only the already cracked blood gash on Jiang Wang’s neck perhaps still bore witness to the Great Xia’s Marquis Anguo’s efforts.

However, half a breath too slow.

Whether a lapse in awareness or a misstep in timing.

In any case, at this level of battle, this single strike would either decapitate or merely be an irrelevant itch…

Jiang Wang held the three-foot-long Azure Front in his right hand; the blade remained unsullied. With a single finger of his left hand, he lightly wiped the wound. The bleeding ceased instantly. This was the only harm Jinling had managed to inflict in the end. The opponent’s strength was beyond doubt. Even that dragging sword technique had been executed flawlessly. Even though he and Chongxuan Zun had successfully orchestrated a tactical deception, exploiting Xue Chang’s Ignorant Divine Power to carve out a window for a life-or-death confrontation, they were still nearly overwhelmed by the onslaught of these cultivators.

But in the end, they had seized this sole opportunity.

Perhaps miracles do not exist in this world.

But the so-called heroes are those who turn the impossible into the possible.

The spring wind, indeed, was bleak.

At this moment, whether it was Li Fu, Xue Chang, or Chu Rang, Shang Yanhu—these marquises holding high positions within the Great Xia Empire—all felt a chill. It was only now that they realized a terrifying truth: in this utterly unfair duel, even they, holding the absolute advantage, truly! Could die!

*Hoo…*

Having endured all the damage, Chongxuan Zun, his face pale as paper, made his breathing unnaturally long. Only his kind of fearsome physique could engage in battle for so long and bear so many wounds. Yet, even the most robust physique should not still be standing! From fleeing Daye Fu to Huaqing Fu, and then back to Sangfu. Fighting all the way, fleeing all the way. The exact number of attacks he had received was difficult to count clearly. He seemed about to fall at any moment, yet he also seemed as if he would never fall. At this time, he was as weak as a body clad only in blood-stained white robes, but he stood undeniably straight. He faced Shang Yanhu, his back leaning against Jiang Wang. Directly opposite Jiang Wang at this moment were Li Fu, Xue Chang, the Red Blood Ghost Bat, and Chu Rang.

“Again?” Jiang Wang asked.

“Again!” Chongxuan Zun replied.

“Again!” Another voice simultaneously responded.

It was Shang Yanhu who spoke!

A clay pot will inevitably break at the well’s edge, a general will inevitably die on the battlefield. Jinling’s death, though shocking, was not enough to deter Shang Yanhu. How he, weak from childhood, had walked step by step to this day, no one knew better than himself. He had to exert ten times the effort of others just to stand at the same starting point. The things ordinary people took for granted were things he could barely possess after enduring extreme pain. Sickly bones and decaying flesh were the destiny of a person born with innate deficiencies. A decaying heart and rotten body should have no fate with the path of cultivation. Yet, he cultivated nine times a day, walked through fire, rolled in oil, suffered legal punishments, and endured the eight sufferings. He forged a heart of steel and a will of stone, cultivating a body of bronze skin and iron bones. The sickly child who could once be blown down by the wind, upon growing up, plucked down his first divine power, which was none other than the Mixed Steel Tribulation Body! Bearing ten thousand kinds of bitterness, enduring ten thousand kinds of pain, was the forging of ten thousand steels! After enduring each tribulation, his muscles, bones, and skin grew stronger by one level!

Chongxuan Zun’s physique was already rare in the world, but Shang Yanhu’s defense was even superior. In previous encounters, Jiang Wang’s Long Xiang Si couldn’t cut through, and the Red Blood Ghost Bat’s Soul-Eating Blood Line only managed to scrape out a blood groove, and that was just the first form! Now his body had turned iron gray, entering the second tribulation state. He could directly face true fire, directly face sword light, unbothered by Chongxuan Force’s pulling, and unconcerned with the Moon Wheel Knife, only swinging his fists! His form stepped into the air with extreme abruptness, each step appearing very awkward, making people uncomfortable, yet each step closed in rapidly. Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon as the foundation of his power, the Mixed Steel Tribulation Body as the base, and Linxun Divine Power as the application. The strongest state of the Great Xia’s Marquis of the Northern Village, emerging with the intent to kill, one pair of fists against two people! Can the pride of Qi Country, the Descended Divinity of Tianfu… Cut me?!

Facing the terrifying killing intent and desperate will displayed by the two absolute heavenly talents, Shang Yanhu still charged straight in. Fight bravely, fight fiercely, fight barbarically! What did Shang Yanhu lack?! As his howling fists descended, the two figures, standing back to back with the momentum of bloody battle, suddenly shifted their bodies! Each flew away! One borrowed the Swift Cloud Stepping ability,瀟洒 and agile. The other, under the effect of Chongxuan Divine Power, moved against intuition, yet was astonishingly fast.

Jiang Wang’s sword circled with a wisp of frosty wind, engaging with the constantly shifting virtual and real presence of Xue Chang before shifting his body and rushing towards Li Fu! By all reason, although Jinling had fallen in battle, Chongxuan Zun was almost completely incapacitated. And Jiang Wang, having revealed too many trump cards up to this point, had his power almost fully laid bare. How many times could he use the sword that killed Jinling? His divine power was not infinite! This fight should still be firmly within their grasp, maintaining an absolute winning momentum.

However, seeing Jiang Wang charging forward, Li Fu involuntarily felt a sense of apprehension. How could he forget? Jinling was just one step too slow and met a tragic end on the spot, leaving no corpse behind. With a flip of his hand, he conjured a wall of semi-transparent substantial Qi, then another Qi wall behind it, one after another, a total of seven, creating a natural moat between Jiang Wang and himself!

But before the sword struck the Qi wall, Jiang Wang suddenly turned again, instantly closing in on Chu Rang! The sword was like wandering lightning, the person like a dragon, staying close and moving within inches. Almost at the same time, Chongxuan Zun also flipped and landed behind the Red Blood Ghost Bat. His body shape shifted left and right, clinging tightly to the Red Blood Ghost Bat, his Moon Wheel Knife drawing out one wound after another on its body.

The two simultaneously targeted one opponent, initiating close-quarters combat. Shang Yanhu, with his unmatched momentum, found his fists unable to strike for a moment, truly in a predicament of throwing a rat and avoiding the jar! The heavily wounded Chu Rang was almost unable to escape Jiang Wang. Although Chongxuan Zun was also extremely weak, the Red Blood Ghost Bat was easier to deal with, for a time only able to squeal under the repeated cuts.

Xue Chang, on the other hand, had no scruples. He threw himself forward, crashing in, his short halberd dancing into a whirlwind, directly enveloping both Chu Rang and Jiang Wang. The edge of the halberd would turn virtual when chopping at Chu Rang, then turn real again when falling towards Jiang Wang, completely unaffected by this binding tactic. However, continuously using the Yin-Yang Fish Divine Power and constantly avoiding Chu Rang’s attacks on Jiang Wang was an extreme test of combat intelligence. In this situation, his halberd techniques were fundamentally unable to be fully utilized, so even with Chu Rang fighting alongside him in close quarters, their advantage was not very obvious. Jiang Wang had no need to worry about accidentally injuring anyone; the three-foot-long Azure Front executed Ten Thousand Laws, killing like pouring rain!

As the head of the renowned Chu Clan in Great Xia, Chu Rang was naturally unable to tolerate being reduced to the role of an enemy’s meat shield. Even though he had already suffered a heavy injury at the start, even though Xue Chang had come to his timely aid. “Little generation insults me to this extent!” The Jinan Tiger Helmet emitted an angry roar! His body instantly turned dark blue. The Profound Underworld Holy Fire spread out like a sea tide, freezing all things, frosting the heaven and earth! Xue Chang instantly turned virtual.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wang quickly leaped back. Just as he was retreating, a giant inkstone descended from the sky, rumbling like a mountain. It was Li Fu, who had blocked himself outside the seven Qi walls, casting a superior Dao technique, the Yan You Shen, from the air! In this moment of emergency, Jiang Wang horizontally struck with his long sword, cutting open the momentum of the descending Dao technique. His body folded in mid-air, like a flying bird through a forest gap. But from within that inkstone, ink suddenly flew out, the ink like a surging river!

Amidst the crisscrossing sword Qi, the snow-bright sword tip lifted, a single point of Mars igniting, exploding in the air, transforming into a realm of fire in an instant! The surging ink tide rushed into the realm of fire, sizzling and burning. The fierce fire burned the ink, emitting an unpleasant ink stench. The scale of the ink tide constantly shrank, then constantly accelerated. Then, from within the surging thick ink, a human-shaped existence leaped out—a Yan You Shen! This Yan You Shen, clad in green clothes and of ink color, crossed paths with him. The Buzhou Wind of his sword directly wiped it out. Jiang Wang did not look back and continued to move. The realm of fire exploded at this moment!

Descending from the sky was an iron-gray fist. Shang Yanhu’s fist! The ability to seize battle opportunities was naturally not exclusive to Jiang Wang and Chongxuan Zun. Just as Li Fu could seize the timing of Chu Rang unleashing the Profound Underworld Holy Fire to precisely release the Yan You Shen, Shang Yanhu similarly grasped Jiang Wang’s rhythm, delivering this unavoidable punch! Divine Power Linxun, the Sick Bone Killing Fist. There was no place to hide, no way to move. The warning of death exploded in his heart. Jiang Wang suddenly turned back, directly facing Shang Yanhu! In crucial moments, he never lacked the courage to determine life and death with his opponent!

The long sword cried out joyfully, the sky flowed with a river of stars! It wasn’t that day turned to night, but within the distant starry dome, the stars did indeed shake! Yu Heng, Tian Shu, Kai Yang, Yao Guang! The Star Building shifted position! The star paths connected, star light like a waterfall. The Big Dipper hung high in the dome. When the Dipper’s handle pointed north—winter descended upon the world! Snow flew everywhere, and the spring wind condensed into frost.

Whether it was Li Fu, separated by many Qi walls, or Xue Chang, who had turned into the illusory realm, or Chu Rang, who had condensed his body from dark fire, all showed horror! This was Jiang Wang’s Dao Path sword. This was the sword that had not been unleashed on the General’s Platform in Linzi’s western suburbs, the sword that had thoroughly established the victory in the Minxi Battlefield. This was also after achieving the Descended Divinity state… Jiang Wang’s re-exposition of his Dao Path.

This sword collided with Shang Yanhu! The True Self Sword against the Linxun Fist. Dao Path against Divine Power.

Jiang Wang spat blood and flew back! His sword was not at a disadvantage in this single exchange; even drawing his sword hastily after cutting down the Yan You Shen, his sword momentum had once suppressed the fist momentum.

However.

His killing power might be stronger, but Shang Yanhu possessed the Mixed Steel Tribulation Body! This body, blooming after the second tribulation, was truly overbearing. Over three hundred sword marks were left on the iron-gray tribulation body, but not a single one truly cut into the flesh. Shang Yanhu wiped away the stubbornly burning Samadhi True Fire clinging to his body with a large hand. With another step, he threw a punch, rushing straight at Jiang Wang. Jiang Wang’s retreat was not a loss of control; he merely borrowed this to dissipate the fist momentum and readjust his position in this fight. In a battle of few against many, the core of all displacements is how to face as few opponents as possible at the same time.

But Shang Yanhu followed closely! His fist momentum was incomparably overbearing, seeking to expel even the air, depriving Jiang Wang of the power to breathe. The Lin Divine Power made him always arrive after unleashing his attack, and the incomparably violent Yuan Force gathered on his fist again. His appearance itself represented a breakthrough! Jiang Wang’s retreating momentum was suppressed, his efforts to adjust to a favorable position were destroyed. He had to face Shang Yanhu’s fist head-on once again.

And in the aftermath of his inverted flight, a pair of short halberds, appearing from the virtual realm, seemed like twin dragons emerging from water, blocking his retreat!

And that wasn’t all.

With him at the center, the air within a radius of three zhang was instantly drawn dry! This sudden change caused even his ever-maintained combat posture to slightly falter—this was perhaps the most crucial aspect of Li Fu’s move. But immediately, the “air” that had been drawn dry was compressed into countless arrows. Ten thousand arrows fired together, almost surrounding Shang Yanhu’s descending fist! This is the clash of true powerhouses. True. Like the power of gods!

Jiang Wang was only forced to retreat once due to being touched, and then he had to collide head-on with Shang Yanhu’s fist. And because his defense couldn’t match Shang Yanhu’s, he was struck by a single punch and sent flying. Thus, he fell into the killing trap! In this confrontation, his response was already nearly perfect. But step by step, he irrecoverably walked towards absolute crisis!

At this moment of absolute kill, Shang Yanhu, Xue Chang, and Li Fu all took action. The Touchlet, his body burning with ghost fire, of course, couldn’t remain idle. At this time, he had completely shed the demeanor of a renowned family master, becoming fierce, barbaric, truly possessing the momentum of bloody battle from his youth. A ghostly blue fire line pierced the void and divided the ground, yet he stepped on the fire line and advanced, approaching Chong Xuan Zun at extreme speed! That scene where Chong Xuan Zun shielded Jiang Wang from harm was something he absolutely would not allow to happen again.

Even…

He, the Jin An Tiger, wanted to kill Chong Xuan Zun one step ahead of Xue Chang and the others!

Chong Xuan Zun had just chopped away the red-blooded ghost bat with a single knife and was transferring towards Jiang Wang with terrifying speed. The Touchlet descended from the sky. Burning with ghostly blue flames, his feet directly stepped into the body of the red-blooded ghost bat!

“Roar!!!”

The Touchlet emitted a wild beast-like roar of anger. He actually fused into the body of the red-blooded ghost bat! One person and one strange beast immediately underwent a fundamental change! Within the miasma blood poison and ghostly blue mist, a terrifying monster three zhang high appeared. It had blood-red muscles that looked as if the skin had been peeled off, blue veins wandering within the muscle texture, themselves resembling a complex pattern. Sudden, strange, ugly, terrifying! Below its neck was the image of a strong human man. But it also had a thick, short tail. Behind its broad back muscles was a pair of huge bat wings. And above its neck hung a ghostly blue helmet. There was no face inside the helmet; where the eyes should be, only two wisps of cold, ghostly blue soul fire flickered.

The Touchlet family’s inherited divine ability, God Demon Transformation! It could allow the divine ability owner to fuse with a strange beast, fusing and amplifying the power of both sides! Claiming, “I am the God Demon.”

The injuries of both him and the red-blooded ghost bat seemed to have been completely erased after the God Demon Transformation. In this state, the Touchlet was obviously much more cruel and bloodthirsty. His speed was also terrifyingly fast! With just one flap of his wings, he smashed a fist onto the Moon Wheel Knife, sending Chong Xuan Zun, who was about to support Jiang Wang, flying on the spot!

Chong Xuan Dao’s face at this moment was whiter than frost and snow, showing no trace of blood. He still, with a nearly perfect instinct, manipulated Chong Xuan Power, avoiding the Touchlet’s pursuit while also relying closer to Jiang Wang’s side, pressing from afar, attempting to disrupt the combined attack of Shang Yan Hu and the others with Chong Xuan Divine Ability. A bare blood-red foot stepped on his back, interrupting his divine ability, and sending him crashing towards the ground!

Battles occurred simultaneously in two locations. The absolute kill executed by Shang Yan Hu, Xue Chang, and Li Fu reached the undisturbed final moment. Shang Yan Hu’s fist, Xue Chang’s halberd edge, and Li Fu’s air arrows descended almost at the same time. And then they saw, an extremely brilliant light!

Not right.

This scene did not occur in visual perception.

In the world of the divine soul.

In that magnificent and vast divine hall.

Jiang Wang’s spiritual sense manifested a body, rising from that high divine seat. He gripped his long sword, his gaze seemingly piercing through tangible and intangible distances, seeing all his opponents. Roaring like a tide, his spiritual sense rushed out of the Sea of Origin God, covering every approaching person!

The divine soul seemed to “hear” the sound of the sea tide. What kind of vast power was that! Jiang Wang’s spiritual domain, for the first time, spread out in the present world. At first, it was desolate. But there was fire. This was a fire full of life, capable of nurturing hope. This was a blazing fire, capable of burning spiritual sense! The flame just spread out. Under the boost of the vast spiritual sense, it had the power to burn heaven and extinguish earth. This crude, still not fully formed spiritual domain, itself brought great deterrence to Shang Yan Hu and the others!

Shang Yan Hu and Xue Chang, who were close by, almost simultaneously unleashed their respective spiritual domains. But before they could fully display the landscape of their spiritual domains, they were met with the most direct collision. The collision of spiritual sense with spiritual sense! A confrontation that abandoned all embellishments, just like using one’s own forehead to smash the enemy’s forehead!

The range of Shang Yan Hu’s spiritual domain was a radius of five hundred zhang. The range of Xue Chang’s spiritual domain was a radius of six hundred zhang. Li Fu’s spiritual domain had a range of seven hundred zhang. While Jiang Wang’s spiritual domain, when fully spread out, reached a radius of one thousand zhang! It’s not to say that the larger the spiritual domain, the stronger the cultivator. But the range of the spiritual domain, to some extent, can reflect the strength of the cultivator’s spiritual sense—when the power of the divine soul undergoes a qualitative change and can interfere with reality, the collision of spiritual sense takes on its cruelest form. The victor descends like a god, the defeated is blind and deaf, reaching out but unable to see five fingers!

Of course, Jiang Wang did not possess that kind of overwhelming advantage at this moment. The three spiritual domains were directly shattered! The spiritual sense, capable of interfering with the present world, almost formed a turbulence around the three individuals. The huge loss of spiritual sense caused all three to experience a brief dizziness. Naturally, Shang Yan Hu’s fist and Xue Chang’s halberd momentum were all disrupted.

*Puff, puff!*

Despite Jiang Wang recovering from the dizziness first, barely regaining his senses, and making his best effort to evade, he was still inevitably pierced by several air arrows! One of them even penetrated his chest, brushing past his heart! Having evaded the spiritual sense killing, Li Fu dispersed the Qi wall for the first time, closing in to kill, but could only manage this. With pain on his forehead, Jiang Wang’s sword, almost instinctively, slashed towards the enemy’s throat.

Shang Yan Hu’s spiritual sense was not as abundant as Xue Chang’s, but he grasped himself one step ahead. With only a moment’s difference from Jiang Wang, his fist returned with overwhelming power,

Once again descending firmly. He truly had a will of steel! Retreating from the wounds inflicted by his fist! He thoroughly unleashed his fierce nature, one fist faster than the last, one fist heavier than the last. “I have already seen Chong Xuan Zun’s divine abilities. How can you still stand? Jiang Wang! Show me what you’ve got!”

*Boom, boom, boom, boom!*

Terrifying fists, terrifyingly rugged divine abilities, terrifyingly pure steel tribulation body! Shang Yanhu’s fist techniques did not seek flawless execution, only extreme momentum, extreme killing. And his pure steel tribulation body prevented those flaws from becoming flaws. He indeed had the qualification to witness Jiang Wang’s five divine abilities with his fists!

That killing intent, hidden between the virtual and real, was Xue Chang’s reorganized attack. Fearing you hate seeing me! Jiang Wang only said one phrase, then instantly opened the Sound Hearing Immortal state! Observing himself at ease with his ears! In an instant, he gained the ability to process complex auditory information like electricity, evading Shang Yanhu and Xue Chang with dangerous and intricate steps, reaching out from afar, and pressing towards the Touchlet who was just killing Chong Xuan Zun! His body was still bleeding profusely, fundamentally without time to deal with it. But his posture was as though he was escaping a wine party! Eyes observing in all directions, ears listening to everything, grasping the overall situation!

The human body has the spine as a dragon, capable of leading the Eight Winds as a tiger—the dragon in the Through Heaven Sea, the tiger inside and outside the body! Among the Eight Winds, there is one, named Not Zhou. Different from the Three Flavors True Fire of the Fire Realm. Jiang Wang could easily fuse the Three Flavors True Fire into the Fire Realm early on, but it was difficult to transform the Not Zhou Wind into a dragon and tiger. This was because the Fire Realm was originally based on fire, without involving anything else. While for the dragon and tiger, inherited from the old Gutang Empire, if the Eight Winds were imbalanced, the foundation of the technique would be destroyed. Now that he had achieved the Descended Divinity state, he could easily do this. Even simulating the Eight Winds with the Not Zhou Wind to create balance still brought killing intent! The so-called Clear Wind, Bright Wind, Scene Wind, Cool Wind, Interval Pavilion Wind, Not Zhou Wind, Wide Mo Wind, Melted Wind. These Eight Winds are used by heaven and earth. Grasping the spine is the root of the human body.

The Touchlet, manifesting his God Demon body, just paused in the air. Even though several ghostly blue veins on his body surface were torn by the surrounding Eight Winds, causing wisps of blood silk resembling Touchlet whiskers to float, his terrifying power instantly broke free from the Eight Winds and suppressed the Through Heaven Sea with a backhand. But Chong Xuan Zun had already flipped over onto his back, and the Moon Wheel Knife followed the momentum and swept across, chopping into his neck by half a section! Fresh blood surged like a waterfall, like a red cloth unfurled in mid-air. Yet the Touchlet seemed largely unaffected, not even letting out a cry of pain. He only collided with his back elbow like pushing a mountain, booming towards Chong Xuan Zun’s face. It finally only struck the corner of a white robe.

Chong Xuan Zun, who had timely retreated, repaired and suddenly folded, already approaching Jiang Wang’s battle group, and with a follow-up knife, he chopped at Xue Chang! At this moment, Jiang Wang was in a group with Shang Yan Hu and Xue Chang, amidst Li Fu’s Dao techniques attempting to lock down the battle. The situation on the scene had already fallen into absolute disadvantage. Only with the agility and prediction of a weed-like barbarian thought could he repeatedly unravel the killing traps and barely maintain himself.

Xue Chang did not expect Chong Xuan Zun to be injured to this extent, still daring to casually join the battle, almost getting killed, and still daring to provoke his, the Marquis of Yangling Meng’s Divine Ability that had no effect in return, seemingly letting him be underestimated! His body turned from real to virtual, evading the knife light, and then from virtual to real again—*Clang! Clang! Clang!* The sound of his muscles bursting competed with the sound of chime bells. Grand, vast, playing an ancient hymn! Jiang Wang had once drunk a tea called “Le Hou Drunk Wine,” its teacup shaped like a chime bell, the boiling tea self-striking to produce music that made people forget their worries. However, compared to that sound, this sound was almost negligible! Though it was a world-famous tea, how could it compare to the Descended Divinity of the Great Xia’s enfeoffed Marquis?

The living and present Yin-Yang Fish flew and danced in the void behind Xue Chang. He was already truly angered, his power without reserve! The double halberds flipped down, his strongest killing move—Like Song! A thousand years of the past, the years chant like a song. Bringing illusory history into reality. Wiping out the real Chong Xuan Zun within time! At this moment, Li Fu cooperated with Shang Yan Hu, suppressing Jiang Wang. At this moment, the Touchlet’s God Demon body was rapidly approaching, grinding out explosive sounds in space. Chong Xuan Zun, his breath having declined to the bottom of the valley, was already flung extremely far, like a broken string, a powerless kite.

Shang Yan Hu, his body showing an iron-gray color, his fist against Jiang Wang’s half-red crimson blue shirt, his fist strength stirring wind and clouds! And Li Fu, with fluttering sleeves, actually grabbed with a backhand, pulling out a vermilion red pen from his heart position! The pen rod was carved with characters of the Xia country, recording various indelible spirits—either marching forward successively, or the daily transmission of fire, or the daily sacrifice of life for righteousness, or the daily benefit of the world! His spiritual awareness was most sensitive, and he felt a kind of unfathomable terrifying power. Thus, with the pen, he wrote, bringing out his life-and-death means. Pointing at Jiang Wang, he cursed: “Invading the country is unrighteous, killing people is malevolent, you should leave a foul stench for a thousand ages, and be executed with a cursed name!”

The vermilion red pen trembled. In the darkness, something unknown stirred. Since ancient times, the pen is like a knife, and a cursed voice can kill people! Cannot kill? Break the chapter and take the meaning, then you can kill! Cannot kill those who haven’t acted unrighteously? Shift flowers and connect wood, then you can kill! Living with one mouth, the pen writes of two-faced people. Covering the unrighteous with a coffin of righteousness, draping the malevolent with a flag of benevolence. This is a divine power, the Vermilion Pen! This divine power was originally meant to hook and kill life and death. The person who first developed this divine power could not move once the Vermilion Pen descended. Later divine power owners displayed even more fearsome power, capable of overturning black and white, and even accumulating ruin and destroying bones. Strictly speaking, this Vermilion Pen divine power is not considered particularly rare in the history of Confucian gate cultivators. But in Li Fu’s hands, the pen of history is like iron, and merits and demerits are self-ground! It actually had a taste of karma and reincarnation. No wonder in recent years, he has repeatedly sought to contend for the Tiger Platform with Xue Chang again, yet Xue Chang has unreasonably avoided him. He has truly reached a terrifying realm!

But at this moment—a roar!!! The Touchlet of the God Demon body roared in anger! Almost without warning, he suddenly erupted with extremely terrifying power. Within that ghostly blue helmet, beneath the two groups of soul fire, where the mouth and nose should be, a ghostly dark vortex appeared, swallowing all light. From within that vortex, invisible ripples carrying feelings of extinction thus spread out. The God Demon Touchlet’s strongest killing move—God Weep! Having fused with a heterogeneous beast, he gained unparalleled power, but his mind was also affected by the impact of the Red Blood Ghost Bat. Moreover, both the person and the beast were in a state of heavy injury, and the fusion while weak made the killing instinct originally difficult to suppress. This caused him to first fall into the wrong path!

He of course had enough will to control his direct killing intent towards the Qi Country prodigies. But there were many choices for killing. At this moment, his killing intent towards Jiang Wang swelled to the limit. This style, God Weep, was a terrifying killing move that indiscriminately covered friend and foe! In the world of sound, it almost reached the peak of the Descended Divinity level. As its name suggests, it was enough to make gods weep! Jiang Wang instantly bled from all seven orifices. The Long Xiang Si, grasped by one arm, was almost in the mournful sound of Hui Ming, the sword spirit, being destroyed.

But at the same time. Shang Yan Hu, who possessed the Mixed Steel Tribulation Body, agonizingly flipped over in the air, his head down, plunging towards the earth. Li Fu, who was swinging his history pen like a knife, on the spot lost his grip on the Vermilion Pen, half-kneeling in the air, holding his head and wailing! The Touchlet instantly realized his impulse, his ghostly blue soul fire flickered, and he stopped God Weep—he shouldn’t have stopped!

Jiang Wang, possessing the Sound Hearing Immortal state and mastering the Observation of Self by Ear, had resistance to sound killing techniques far surpassing Shang Yan Hu and Li Fu—even during the continuation of God Weep, despite his seven orifices bleeding and his long sword trembling, his hand holding the sword did not shake! The Touchlet on this side had just stopped God Weep when Jiang Wang already leaped up. His eyes had bloody tears, the corners of his mouth had bloodstains. His blue shirt was already more than half stained red with fresh blood, but he had already passed the spot where Li Fu was earlier. Li Fu knelt, holding his head, as if in repentance. Jiang Wang merely swept past him like a shadow, an immortal punishing sin.

With a single sword, he decapitated him!

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