Fragment of an Emperor Formation, Peerless Killing Intent

The next moment, a strong sense of crisis appeared in Zhang Huan's heart.

In an instant, he no longer delayed the opponent, decisively condensed Saint Power in his palm, and unleashed it with all his might.

With the power of a Great Saint's strike, a Saint would die upon contact, and a False Saint like Old Man Mu would have no chance of survival.

But as he struck at close range, before the Saint Power could even touch Old Man Mu, it dissolved and dissipated in the air, leaving no trace behind.

"As expected, something is strange!"

No wonder this old man just waited for Zhang Huan to come to him. He truly had something to rely on. This strange dissolution of Saint Power, if it were the body, it would probably turn into blood upon contact.

Zhang Huan retreated several hundred meters, his heart on high alert.

He had used his Spiritual Sense to probe over a hundred times. The house and the ground were unremarkable. Underground, it was empty, all dirt and rocks. He couldn't find any reason for the Saint Power to dissipate.

According to what the old man had said before, he already knew the news of his son's death. Perhaps the opponent had long ago left some Life Token, allowing Old Man Mu to know life and death.

In this way, Zhang Huan would definitely find this place following the clues. This person intended to wait for the rabbit, to avenge his son.

He didn't know what gave him such great courage, to believe he could kill Zhang Huan when there was such a huge disparity in strength.

Thinking about it, it must be no simple matter, at least capable of threatening a Saint King.

Old Man Mu's black hole-like eyes looked over, his mouth split into a terrifying grin, filled with tiny cracks.

"Heh heh, this was originally something used to deal with those Holy Lands, kept as a trump card. Now it's useless. As long as I can kill you, it's worth destroying."

A hoarse, unpleasant voice came from his throat. Old Man Mu had become neither human nor ghost. A small pagoda, three feet long, flew out from the Sea of Suffering, guarding above his head.

Something terrifying was coming.

Zhang Huan's heart trembled. This was his sixth sense warning him. He couldn't help but glance at the small, crystalline glazed pagoda.

The pagoda had nine layers, several of which were already decayed, exuding deathly energy and emitting a withered yellow faint light, extremely strange and ominous.

As if it were about to come alive, the small pagoda erupted with a powerful pressure the moment it appeared. It was as if a deity was about to awaken, emitting heart-palpitating fluctuations.

More terrifying than a Great Saint.

A Quasi-Emperor Artifact!

No wonder he was so confident, believing he could get revenge on the spot. So he had such a killing move hidden.

Seeing Zhang Huan's solemn expression, Old Man Mu seemed very satisfied and said, "It's not over yet!"

He raised his hands, and the next moment, fluctuations a hundred times more terrifying than before appeared, with immense power, vast and profound, like an ancient Emperor descending, unfathomable and extremely terrifying.

It was like a behemoth awakening before him. Just approaching it felt like Mount Tai pressing down.

Zhang Huan's entire body's Blood Essence was vibrating, trembling uncontrollably, his heart filled with shock.

"This is... Supreme Dao Pressure!"

The Ruthless Bloodline had hidden so deeply. With such a foundation, even a Quasi-Emperor would not be able to gain an advantage. It was more than enough to deal with Zhang Huan, a Great Saint.

Zhang Huan would never mistake it. He had used the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar many times and was familiar with the Supreme Dao aura. The opponent must have a trump card related to an Ancient Great Emperor.

He figured it wasn't something like a Supreme Emperor Weapon. If it were, why bother talking? The opponent would have already fought desperately without restraint.

Looking at the opponent's actions of luring Zhang Huan into the courtyard just now, it was most likely a fragment of an Emperor Formation.

No wonder his Spiritual Sense couldn't detect anything unusual.

If it were an Emperor Formation, as long as he didn't step into the killing array, Zhang Huan was confident he could protect himself with the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar.

Complete Emperor Formations in this world were almost legendary. Even Supreme Dao lineages couldn't be seen. What the opponent possessed should be a broken fragment, with less than a tenth of its power. In that case, the threat would be greatly reduced.

A fragment of an Emperor Formation and a Quasi-Emperor Artifact. If it were another Great Saint, this old geezer might have succeeded in his revenge.

Zhang Huan no longer hesitated. He feigned terror and flew backward, heading straight for the starry sky.

Zhang Huan was determined to kill him, and he was determined to get revenge. This battle would inevitably be a big one. If they fought in the Big Dipper, it might even sink the boundless Eastern Wasteland.

If those Supreme Dao forces noticed, it would be difficult to resolve. It would be best to go to the starry sky for a Supreme Dao battle. At that time, Zhang Huan could also take the opportunity to study the opponent's memory and cultivation techniques in the uninhabited starry sky.

Seeing Zhang Huan flee, a black evil Qi floated from the old man's body, constantly muttering the word "revenge."

It was as if it was intertwined with the sinister energy from the Underworld, and the surrounding air became poisonous.

He took out more than a dozen artifacts, each one a Saint Artifact, refined with a secret technique. Cracks appeared on the surface of the Saint Artifacts.

The Saint Artifacts trembled, emitting mournful cries, as if unwilling to dissipate. But in the end, they could not withstand the controller and the strange dissolving power. They exploded one by one, their Saint Radiance scattering like starlight.

"Sacrifice of Saint Artifacts, Possession of Ten Thousand Ghosts, to be at my command to kill the enemy!"

Old Man Mu roared, and materialized resentment continuously overflowed. In just a few seconds, he had transformed the opponent into a monster, half-human, half-ghost, making even Saints tremble in fear.

As if still possessing consciousness, the ghost-like old man held a fragment of a Killing Formation, driving ghosts to crawl at his feet. Using the Quasi-Emperor's pagoda, he quickly pursued.

"This person must be related to the Underworld."

First, that decaying small pagoda exuding deathly energy, and then this technique of controlling ten thousand ghosts. All of them dealt with the dead. Ordinary people wouldn't have this ability.

The escape light was extremely fast, instantly passing through the flowing clouds and flying into the vast starry sky. Zhang Huan did not stop, heading straight for an ancient battlefield.

The old ghost behind him was not slow either. With multiple enhancements, his speed was almost comparable to the limit speed of a Saint King, constantly locking onto Zhang Huan.

"Old thing, I'll reunite your family now."

Zhang Huan's eyes darkened as he looked at the old man's resentful expression, feeling a surge of disgust.

He had experienced the arrogance of the Ruthless Bloodline today. They viewed other beings as mere dogs, while their own people were special. What was the difference between such double standards and the Celestial Dragons?

Perhaps some of it stemmed from the characteristics of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, but more of it came from people's inherent arrogance and sense of superiority.

"I'll kill you!"

The Old Ghost followed closely. They were in a field of shattered meteorites, billions of miles away from the Big Dipper.

The fragment of an Emperor Formation in his hand evolved into all things, ceaselessly generating life and shooting out a beam of white light. This light, imbued with the rules of dissolution and dissipation, caught up to Zhang Huan and shot towards him.

Supreme Dao power could only be resisted by Supreme Dao power. With this strike, even a Quasi-Emperor would be severely wounded. As the white light approached, the Old Ghost laughed maniacally, feeling utterly exhilarated.

"Hahahaha, die! Ha."

Seeing that they were almost as far from the Big Dipper as he wanted, Zhang Huan no longer held back. Emperor Power surged, completely obliterating the white light, becoming even more potent and terrifying.

Before he could rejoice for more than a few seconds, Zhang Huan expressionlessly raised the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar.

The Old Ghost seemed to witness an unbelievable sight, his breathing stopping. Despite the myriad ghosts howling around him, he stared intently at the demonic jar with carved grimaces in Zhang Huan's hand.

The grimaces on it seemed to be neither crying nor smiling, appearing extraordinarily eerie. A dark light emanated from it, chilling and terrifying, entwined with countless wisps of chaotic energy, ancient and mysterious.

Endless devouring laws flowed like a bottomless black hole, capable of swallowing the sun, moon, and stars.

"This, this is..."

The Old Ghost's hollow eyes widened, large enough to fit two eggs. He trembled, his hands shaking, unable to utter a coherent sentence for a long time.

At this moment, he had completely forgotten about avenging his son, staring motionlessly at the demonic jar.

"As a member of the Ruthless Bloodline, you must recognize this. After searching for thousands of generations, you have finally seen it. Don't you have any thoughts?"

Seeing the other party dumbfounded, Zhang Huan raised the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar in his hand and said teasingly.