The Divine Hall Master Slain, the Xuanwu Divine Hall Destroyed, and More Than Seventy Thirteenth-Realm Experts Killed

After several days of silence, the Qingfeng Mountain was finally gently pushed open by a hand.

A soft creak broke the deathly silence.

Chen Du slowly walked out of the mountain gate.

He wore an old-fashioned Daoist robe that had been washed until it was white, simple and unadorned, without a trace of murderous intent. Thirteenth Tier divine sword with its sharpness concealed hung at his waist. He was thin and had a calm demeanor, just like an ordinary Daoist priest who would sweep the floor and study Daoism in the temple in the past.

It stands quietly on the small plot of land in front of the mountain gate, without any overwhelming power or deliberate hype.

He raised his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the more than seventy Thirteenth Tier powerful beings who were surrounding him in mid-air, finally landing on the Xuanwu Hall Master in the center of the formation, who was wearing a black robe.

His eyes held no anger, no joy, no surprise, no fear, only a detached indifference that had endured countless tribulations.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

The sound was soft and gentle, neither too loud nor too soft, yet it pierced through the overwhelming pressure, clearly resounding throughout the mountains and rivers for miles, overpowering all the sounds and currents of the world, and reaching the ears of everyone.

"Xuanwu Divine Hall."

"Since I was born into this world, I have always lived in your shadow."

"From the day I first entered Qingfeng Temple, sweeping the floor, chanting scriptures, and devoting myself to cultivation, you have never stopped. Sending assassins, dispatching elders, instigating leaders from various sects, scheming wave after wave, pressing me to the death time and time again, your ghosts never leaving, pressing me step by step."

"You hide behind the dynasties of the heavens, manipulating imperial power, controlling sects, and exploiting the spiritual veins, fortune, and resources of dozens of dynasties, nourishing yourselves with the accumulated wealth of countless lives."

"Such despicable acts of profiteering and parasitism deserve to be called nothing more than parasites of the world."

He raised his hand and casually tucked the pipe back into his waistband, his movements relaxed and casual, yet exuding an air of calm confidence that seemed to look down upon all things.

His gaze was fixed on the Xuanwu Hall Master high above, each word ringing out with a clear, resolute tone:

"Today, I will uproot and annihilate your entire Xuanwu Divine Hall right here and now."

High in the sky.

Upon hearing this, the Xuanwu Hall Master suddenly let out an extremely cold snort.

He looked down at the slender young figure at the foot of the mountain, his narrow eyes swirling with utter contempt, disdain, and mockery, like a god looking down on an ant.

In his eyes, the Daoist priest before him, who was not yet fifty years old, was nothing more than an arrogant young man who had a little talent but did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

"What arrogance! You call yourself a greenhorn, yet you dare to speak so presumptuously as to claim you can overthrow my shrine?"

"The God Venerable you were lucky enough to kill wasn't even in the top fifty among the elders of the Xuanwu Divine Hall; he was just a bottom-tier figure."

"You think you can be so arrogant and conceited just because of a lucky victory? Today you stepped out of the mountain gate not to fight, but to add another nameless corpse to your list."

Before he finished speaking, the contempt in his eyes transformed into a chilling killing intent.

The Xuanwu Hall Master slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips lightly lifting, and pointed directly at Chen Du below the mountain!

In an instant, the world suffocated!

The boundless, dark cyan laws of the Great Dao converged wildly from all directions of the void, condensing entirely at the tip of his finger.

That tiny point of azure light, though minuscule, was terrifying to the extreme. It was as if the weight of the entire sky and the profound wisdom of dozens of dynasties had been compressed and condensed into a small space.

Before the finger strike even landed, a devastating and terrifying pressure had already overwhelmed the earth.

The area spanning thousands of miles around Qingfeng Mountain was violently shaken, with layers of hard rock breaking apart and boulders flying into the air.

Ancient trees that once stood tall in the mountains were all bent and fell over by an invisible force, their branches broken and wood chips flying everywhere.

The air was compressed by extreme force, twisting and roaring, emitting a piercing and sharp explosion, extinguishing all life in the world.

Looking out over the entire Ling Dynasty, all the cultivators, reclusive old monsters, and sect elders, their faces instantly turned ashen, their blood and qi stagnated, and their souls trembled violently.

Countless people felt utterly devastated.

The ancient monster who had been in charge of this area slumped helplessly to the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering in despair, "It's over... Qingfeng Temple is completely finished... There's no way to resist such power..."

Amidst a sky full of despair and overwhelming pressure.

Chen Du, standing motionless in front of the mountain gate, neither dodged nor avoided the situation.

He made a grasping motion in the air, and—clang!

A clear, resonant sword cry pierced the oppressive sky, and Thirteenth Tier divine sword appeared in mid-air, its cold light concealed, awaiting its attack.

The next instant, a jet-black, deep divine armor emerged from the depths of his consciousness, instantly covering his entire body.

The armor was jet black, its surface covered with countless ancient tribulation patterns, each pattern shimmering with a dark, world-destroying luster. A dark gold core was embedded in the center of the chest, solid and weighty, suppressing the Dao Resonance.

The moment the divine armor was donned!

A terrifying aura that could crush the heavens exploded forth!

The true essence of the Thirteenth Tier Cosmic Life Realm has been completely unlocked!

The boundless gravity of the three-expanded black hole in the sea of consciousness overwhelmed all directions like a tsunami, and its domineering, terrifying, and absolute devouring power swept across the heavens and earth.

The overwhelming pressure emanating from the more than seventy Thirteenth Tier elders high in the sky, who looked down upon the Ling Dynasty, was actually crushed and forced back layer by layer by this gravitational force, completely locked down, with no room left to run rampant!

The difference in quality is obvious at a glance!

Chen Du gripped his sword with one hand, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

The Fivefold Divine Firmament Thunder Source Law and the Fivefold Law of Thunder, two top-tier Great Dao powers, were poured into the sword's edge without reservation.

The sword trembled, and the Dao Resonance surged!

Primordial Tribulation-Extinguishing Sword - Fourth Form: Thunder Source Calamity Annihilation!

Boom!

The entire world suddenly went dark; the sun and moon lost their light, and all the light of day vanished.

Endless black clouds surged wildly from beyond the heavens, layer upon layer, piling up heavily, pressing down on the Qingfeng Mountain, almost touching the mountaintop, bringing an extreme sense of suffocation as if the end of the world had arrived.

Within the thick clouds of calamity, dark purple destructive lightning rolled and roared, while dark golden ancient Calamity Qi surged and boiled. These two supreme powers intertwined and entwined, brewing a world-destroying sword capable of overturning heaven and earth.

Nine dark gold sword patterns merged into the core of the tribulation cloud, instantly condensing, melting, and uniting.

In the next instant, a peerless tribulation lightning bolt, spanning the heavens and the earth and ten thousand feet thick, suddenly took shape!

Lightning crackled and Calamity Qi surged, carrying within it the purest and most fundamental Dao of lightning, as if all the thunder since the beginning of time and all the calamity power accumulated over countless ages had converged into this single sword strike!

High in the sky, the Xuanwu Hall Master, who had been all smiles of disdain and confidence, suddenly froze, his mocking smile gone!

His pupils contracted sharply, and the disdain in his eyes was instantly replaced by extreme horror, his blood almost freezing in his veins!

With his lifelong perspective on the Great Dao, he clearly perceived that the level of law, the depth of Dao Resonance, and the destructive power contained in this sword strike had already completely transcended the scope of ordinary Thirteenth Realm, far exceeding all his expectations, and even faintly exerted a fatal suppression on him!

An extreme fear originating from the depths of his soul suddenly seized his mind!

Fear, shock, and disbelief instantly shattered all his arrogance.

He could no longer maintain his composure. He abruptly turned his head and roared hoarsely at the seventy-odd elders behind him, "All your power! Pour all your cultivation, all your laws, all your resources into me! Leave nothing behind!!"

More than seventy Thirteenth Tier elders dared not hesitate for a moment, and gritted their teeth to unleash their life's cultivation.

Vast and powerful forces of the Great Dao surged into the sky, all converging into the main body of the Xuanwu Hall Master.

In an instant, the dark cyan divine light surged thousands of feet, churning and exploding wildly around him.

He absorbed the essence of over seventy powerful beings in the entire temple and gathered the resources and foundation accumulated over tens of thousands of years by dozens of dynasties. His aura surged wildly, rising layer by layer!

The infusion of extreme power completely overwhelmed his mind and reason.

The Xuanwu Hall Master's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. His face was twisted with a maniacal smile as he hysterically roared, "My Xuanwu Divine Hall controls dozens of dynasties! Our foundation is infinitely vast! Our roots span the heavens!"

"You are nothing but a hermit Daoist priest from the mountains, without roots or foundation, all alone!!"

"What do you have to fight me?! What can shake the foundation of my Divine Temple?! I will not lose!! The Divine Temple will never lose!!"

With a roar, he poured all his strength into condensing a massive azure shield that stretched across the sky above his head.

The shield wall was as thick as a mountain, gathering the full power of more than seventy Thirteenth Tier powerful beings and the hall master himself. It hovered heavily in the sky, as if it had turned the entire sky upside down to suppress all things. It seemed to be indestructible and unshakable.

This is the Xuanwu Divine Hall's ultimate defense, the culmination of hundreds of thousands of years of accumulated strength!

But the next second--

The cataclysmic lightning crashed down!

A thousand-foot bolt of lightning, interwoven with purple and gold, cleaved through the dark sky and crashed into the azure shield wall with overwhelming force!

Click--!

There was no stalemate whatsoever, no resistance whatsoever!

That seemingly invincible, thick and boundless shield wall instantly crumbled and shattered into pieces!

The azure divine light that filled the sky instantly dissipated, vanishing without a trace!

The Xuanwu Hall Master's maniacal roars and laughter abruptly ceased at that moment!

The lightning bolt pierced through the shattered shield and struck his body without hindrance, then spread wildly and swept in all directions, instantly engulfing all figures in the sky!

Dark purple lightning and dark gold Calamity Qi intertwined to form a world-destroying net, devouring the entire sky.

There were no agonizing screams, no room for struggle, and no possibility of escape.

More than seventy top-tier experts of the Thirteenth Tier, who roamed the heavens and dominated their respective regions, had their bodies, souls, laws, and foundations completely dissolved and turned into nothingness in an instant under the annihilating power of this sword.

Clean and spotless, without a trace.

In the center of the sky, only the Xuanwu Hall Master remained, slowly disintegrating within the core of the tribulation lightning.

His divine light gradually dissipated, and his body began to rapidly etherealize, crumble, and dissipate from his fingertips.

In his dying moments, his eyes widened, the madness, madness, and obsession in them fading away, leaving only utter disbelief, endless resentment, and despair.

He opened his mouth, wanting to roar, to question, to howl in despair, but his soul was shattered, and he could no longer utter a sound.

He stared intently at the white-clad Daoist figure standing calmly with a sword at the foot of the mountain until his consciousness completely vanished.

The dignified master of the Xuanwu Divine Hall, the supreme ruler who governed dozens of dynasties across the heavens, ultimately turned into ashes along with his lifelong pride and the Ancient God, completely dissipating into the sky above Qingfeng Mountain.

With a single sword strike, the shrine was destroyed.

A long time.

The swirling, ominous clouds in the sky slowly unfurled and dissipated, and the dark sky returned to clarity.

The more than seventy Thirteenth Tier powerful beings who were capable of overthrowing the Ling Dynasty, and the Xuanwu Hall Master who was superior to all living beings, completely disappeared from the world, leaving not even a trace or a hint of life.

Heaven and earth returned to silence.

Chen Du lowered his eyes and waved his hand lightly.

The divine sword returned to its sheath, the jet-black divine armor was absorbed into the sea of consciousness, and the vast and boundless pressure around him was completely concealed, not revealing a trace.

He transformed once again into the young Daoist priest with a serene and unassuming demeanor, dressed in a faded, worn-out robe.

With a composed demeanor and gentle steps, he turned and walked slowly toward the Qingfeng Mountain. His back was slender and upright, and he appeared calm and composed, as if the earth-shattering sword strike that had just destroyed an entire top-tier divine hall outside the realm was nothing more than a trivial matter of brushing away the dust.

Hundreds of millions of miles beyond the mountains, the entire Ling Dynasty was utterly silent.

All the cultivators, sects, old monsters, and powerful figures who were watching from afar were stunned, their souls trembling, and they could not recover for a long time.

Some stood frozen for a long time before suddenly kneeling down, tears streaming down their faces; some suppressed their emotions to the extreme, bursting into maniacal laughter to release the shock in their hearts; some collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, filled with awe.

The Southern Border Prince's Residence.

Upon hearing the news of the battle's end, the King of Nanli dropped the jade cup of hot tea he had just filled, and it shattered with a crash.

He sat frozen for a long time, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into loud laughter, laughing unrestrainedly until his eyes were red and hot tears rolled down his cheeks.