Slaughter Everyone from Xuanwu Divine Hall in the Imperial Palace
Chen Du didn't give his opponent any chance to make a move. He slightly raised his wrist, and the jet-black Thirteenth Tier divine sword hung steadily in front of him.
In an instant, all the sword intent of the thief was poured into the sword's blade.
At the same time, he did not deliberately unleash his power; he merely loosened the restriction on his cultivation.
A wisp of pure cosmic life energy from the Thirteenth Realm gently emanated from the space.
Just a wisp.
It was as if the entire sky had collapsed and endless galaxies had poured into the human world, and a vast, boundless, and supreme cosmic Dao Resonance instantly enveloped the entire imperial city.
On the rooftop, the nine powerful figures from the Divine Hall who had already reached the Peak Stage the Stellar Ninth Transformation suddenly froze completely in place.
The surging, poised power of the laws within them seemed to be tightly gripped and completely imprisoned by an invisible cosmic hand.
Their meridians were stagnant, their Dao patterns were sealed, and their cultivation was cut off. No matter how hard they tried to activate it, they couldn't release even a fraction of their power. They were like puppets nailed to the void, unable to move an inch.
The black mist surrounding the leader, Heaven Slayer, suddenly trembled violently and churned incessantly.
His body, hidden in the darkness, trembled violently uncontrollably, and a world-ending storm surged within him.
He clearly sensed the level of this aura.
Far surpassing the Stellar Ninth Transformation! Far surpassing the ultimate realms of all mortal realms! Far surpassing all the great cultivators he had ever witnessed in his life!
This is the Thirteenth Realm, the Cosmic Life Realm!
Heaven Slayer's pupils shrank completely, his mind went blank, his throat felt choked, and his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a sound.
At that moment, the warning Zhao Heng had desperately relayed before his death resounded in his mind: the master of Qingfeng Temple!
For so long, he had always believed that it was an ancient monster who had been hidden for countless ages and lived for millions of years.
But standing before him was a young Daoist priest with delicate features, a youthful and slender appearance, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
He was that deposed Crown Prince who was sent away, had everything erased, and was regarded as an ant or a pawn by them!
Under fifty years old!
In just a few decades, amidst the relentless and ever-increasing assassinations and encirclements by their Xuanwu Divine Hall, and in the desperate situation of being besieged by countless sects, intercepted by elders, and assassinated by death warriors.
This abandoned child should have been long ago, his remains lost to the dust.
He broke through to the legendary Thirteenth Realm without anyone noticing!
Heaven Slayer's mind shattered completely, his body turned ice-cold, his thoughts completely stopped, leaving only utter absurdity and fear.
Chen Du gave him absolutely no time to reflect or accept it.
He gripped his sword, raised his eyes, and the sword flashed through the air.
Primordial Tribulation-Extinguishing Sword, First Form – Tribulation Birth!
The moment the sword struck, the daylight over the entire imperial city vanished.
The world was dark, and the sun and moon had no light.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the Dao Resonance destruction converged wildly from all directions, and the thick, boundless tribulation clouds rolled and piled up layer upon layer, pressing down firmly on the sky above the Capital.
Deep within the dark, ominous clouds, countless dark golden lightning patterns flickered and danced, thunder Lie Dormant, and an overwhelming force of annihilation enveloped ten thousand miles.
Buzz!
The sword trembled, and nine miniature tribulation swords, refined to the extreme, flew out and instantly merged into the tribulation clouds above.
The next instant, nine bolts of tribulation lightning, each as thick as an arm and imbued with the destructive power of the Heavenly Dao, tore through the clouds and crashed down on the rooftop of the Heaven Slayer with a devastating roar!
Heaven Slayer, his soul scattered, exhausted all his life's reserves, unleashing his stellar cultivation. Black mist condensed to its extreme, forming a massive, pitch-black, and sturdy law shield in front of him, attempting to withstand the attack head-on.
However, in the face of the tribulation lightning of the Thirteenth Realm, the so-called defense of stellar power is as fragile as paper.
Crack! The seemingly indestructible dark shield instantly shattered, crumbled, and vanished, failing to hold for even half a breath.
The raging lightning struck down on the ten people with unstoppable force.
A deafening roar shook the entire imperial city!
The nine Divine Hall Ninth Metamorphosis Realm experts were instantly struck by lightning, their bodies flying backward like broken kites, crashing heavily onto the thick palace wall behind them.
Boom!
The entire majestic palace wall collapsed in an instant, sending rocks flying and dust billowing into the sky. All nine people were buried halfway down in the rubble, their Dao patterns shattered, their bones cracked, and their blood and qi scattered, leaving them on the verge of death.
The first to be hit, Heaven Slayer, suffered an even more tragic fate.
He crashed through layers of glazed tiles, wooden beams, and blue bricks from the roof, slamming heavily onto the plaza in front of the palace.
The black mist protecting his body mostly dissipated, leaving him disheveled and broken, revealing a human face filled with extreme fear.
He struggled desperately, trying to get up and fight again, but seventy percent of the laws within his body had been shattered by the tribulation lightning, his Dao foundation was teetering on the brink of collapse, his meridians were all severed, and he could not even lift a finger. He could only lie dead on the cold stone bricks, his eyes filled with despair.
Chen Du walked calmly out of the Taiji Hall and slowly approached Heaven Slayer.
He lowered his eyes and looked down, his expression calm and undisturbed.
Heaven Slayer looked up at the terrifyingly young man, his lips trembling violently, and with his last ounce of strength, he forced out broken words through clenched teeth:
"You... you're not even fifty yet... how could you... have reached the Thirteenth Realm...?"
Chen Du remained indifferent and did not reply.
The explanation is superfluous and meaningless.
He gently raised his sword, without activating any sword techniques, and with a slight flick of his wrist, made a light slash.
Laugh--
The sword gleamed coolly, silently.
A head rolled onto the cold square, its eyes wide open, filled with unbelievable absurdity and fear even in death.
The dust has settled.
Chen Du slightly raised his eyes and looked at the nine surviving figures struggling beneath the ruins of the palace wall.
He lightly touched the sky with his fingertips.
Nine divine lightning bolts descended from the heavens, striking precisely into the ruins.
Nine muffled thuds rang out in succession, extinguishing all remaining life force, leaving no survivors.
A moment later, the thick clouds overhead slowly dissipated, the dark sky cleared again, and the long-awaited sunlight shone down on the imperial city, illuminating the scattered corpses on the ground.
Inside the Taiji Hall.
The old emperor remained kneeling on the spot, utterly exhausted, as if all his backbone and imperial spirit had been completely stripped away.
Just now, that supreme pressure from the Thirteenth Realm was so strong that he didn't even have the right to raise his head or open his eyes. His soul trembled and his liver and gallbladder felt like they were about to burst.
Now that the oppressive aura has dissipated, he remains kneeling on the ground, unable to rise for a long time.
He looked up, staring blankly at the slender yet towering figure of the young man standing outside the hall, sword in hand. His lips trembled, and his dry, hoarse voice escaped intermittently.
"You... you actually... have reached the Thirteenth Realm..."
Chen Du sheathed his sword, slowly turned around, and glanced at him indifferently, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
The moment he received the tacit approval, the old emperor suddenly smiled.
The laughter was hoarse, broken, and utterly desolate. As he laughed, murky tears streamed down his face, soaking the wrinkles on his cheeks.
He was like a distraught old man, just awakened from a deep dream, laughing maniacally and weeping uncontrollably at the same time.
"My son... my son is the Thirteenth Realm..."
"My child..."
Decades of guilt, forbearance, helplessness, and regret collapsed and were released at this moment, turning the dignified emperor into a pathetic mess of tears.
At one corner of the palace, the thirteenth prince Zhao Yuan Lang, sat stiffly on the ground, his limbs cold and his whole body trembling.
He stared blankly at Chen Du, then at the distraught, weeping old emperor, his mind completely blank.
He launched a rebellion, colluded with foreign enemies, besieged the capital, and forced the emperor to abdicate, believing he was driven to a dead end and rising up in resistance.
In the end, I realized that I was nothing but a clown and a laughable pawn from beginning to end.
But the one who stood in his way of chaos and ended all the conspiracies was none other than his own elder brother, whom he had never acknowledged, never known, and who shared the same bloodline.
An unparalleled being who, at less than fifty years old, ascended to the Thirteenth Realm and suppressed the darkness of all heavens.
His lips moved, a thousand words stuck in his throat, but in the end only endless silence and absurdity remained; he could say nothing.
Faced with the emperor's agitation, Chen Du merely snorted coldly, "I have no father, only my master Xuanwei. What are you so excited about? It's utterly ridiculous."