Tongtian Jiaozhu Is Anxious: Dad! Whoever Offends You, I'll Kill Them with My Immortal-Slaying Sword!

Before the lingering echo of Primal Celestial Venerable's near-pleading saintly thought had faded, another, entirely different will tore through the void and descended with imposing might!

This will was unlike Primal Celestial Venerable's cold, calculating nature. It was domineering, arrogant, filled with a sharpness that could cleave through anything and a pure, unadulterated battle intent.

It was like a peerless, ferocious sword drawn from its sheath. Merely its will descending caused the dense miasma of Karmic Force around Yang Chen to crackle and hiss as if being sliced by an invisible sword intent.

Golden Ao Island in the East Sea, Biyou Palace.

Sovereign of Heaven's admiration and excitement could no longer be contained.

Good!

Good one, "Let's all return to Chaos together"!

This was truly seizing a sliver of life!

This was the supreme heroic spirit that dared to contend with Heaven and fight against Saints!

His disciples, the myriad immortals, though known as the foremost sect in the Primordial World, not a single one among them possessed such courage! Such ruthlessness!

Primal Celestial Venerable and Laozi, those two old geezers, only knew how to follow the rules and scheme for meager fortune. They had long lost the sharpness of Father Pangu's world-creation!

This kid named Yang Chen, interesting, so very interesting!

This lifeless Primordial World needed a true dragon like him, capable of stirring up storms!

This admiration instantly overwhelmed his fear of "mutual destruction," transforming into the most direct and undisguised attempt at recruitment.

A will, even more urgent and resounding than Primal Celestial Venerable's saintly thought, transformed into an invisible heavenly sword that boomed thunderously in Yang Chen's sea of consciousness, causing even the wails of countless souls to falter.

"Father!"

This "Father" was called out with full vigor, brimming with unquestionable dominance.

"Who dared to provoke you?!"

"Tell me!"

Sovereign of Heaven's saintly thought rampaged through Yang Chen's sea of consciousness, carrying a brutish desire to stand up for him.

"I'll bring the Four Immortal Slaying Swords right now, set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, and vent your anger!"

"Even if Heavenly Dao provoked you, I'll help you poke some holes in it!"

What arrogance these words held!

The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, unbreakable by any but four Saints, was the foremost killing formation in the Primordial World. Setting up this formation meant becoming an enemy of the entire Heavenly Dao.

Sovereign of Heaven, at this moment, was willing to use this treasure of his sect as a tool to vent the anger of his newly acknowledged "father," all to appease Yang Chen.

Yang Chen maintained his pose of utter despair, ready to detonate everything at any moment. Deep within his Divine Soul, however, that sea of absolute rationality rippled once more.

Sovereign of Heaven.

The most rebellious, the most loyal, and the most impulsive among the Three Pure Ones.

His reaction was within Yang Chen's expectations.

Primal Celestial Venerable's "good intentions" were poisoned wine, shackles of order wrapped in a sugar coating.

But Sovereign of Heaven's "good intentions" were a knife handed to him.

An incomparably sharp knife, yet one equally beyond his control.

He wanted to use me to break the current balance among Saints, to oppose Primal Celestial Venerable and Taishang.

He admired my madness but also wanted to bring my madness under his control, to make me a part of his Intercepting Sect, a razor-sharp sword.

But you still don't understand.

Yang Chen sneered inwardly.

I am not a chess piece, nor do I wish to be anyone's blade.

What I want to do is be the one who flips this chessboard, the player!

Seeing that Yang Chen still showed no reaction, and that the aura of the void was even continuing to rise, Sovereign of Heaven truly began to panic.

His domineering saintly thought surged again, carrying a hint of undisguised disdain.

"Don't listen to that old fool Primal Celestial Venerable's nonsense!"

"What deputy sect leader, it's all empty! His Heavenly Origin Sect has barely a few cats and dogs; the position of deputy sect leader isn't worth a damn!"

"Come to my Intercepting Sect!"

Sovereign of Heaven's voice was filled with temptation. The price he offered was more direct and more shocking than Primal Celestial Venerable's.

"I will appoint you as the First Deputy Sect Leader of the Intercepting Sect, with status equal to mine!"

"My myriad immortal disciples, from Duobao, Wudang, and Jinling downwards, are yours to command!"

"The gates of Biyou Palace will always be open to you!"

"Anyone who dares to displease you displeases me, Sovereign of Heaven!"

These words were spoken with resounding force, each word imbued with the unquestionable will of a Saint.

A status equal to that of a Saint, commanding the myriad immortals.

What kind of terrifying authority is this?

This is a promise that would suffocate any being in the Primordial World.

Sovereign of Heaven's voice was filled with a strong sense of "protecting his own." The sincerity and boldness in his tone were almost palpable.

He seemed to have already regarded Yang Chen as one of his own. If Yang Chen so much as nodded, he would immediately transform into the Primordial World's number one enforcer, wielding the Four Immortal Slaying Swords to clear all obstacles for him.

However, Yang Chen still hadn't moved.

The strange, liberated smile on his face remained unchanged.

The pure, icy flame of destruction in his eyes continued to burn quietly.

Not enough.

Still not enough.

The status, treasures, and authority you offer are all based on the premise that "the Primordial World exists."

And I am precisely the one who can make that premise disappear entirely.

Your logic was flawed from the very beginning.

You are not bestowing gifts upon me; you are begging me.

Since you are begging, you must adopt a beggar's posture!

The next moment.

Yang Chen's eyes, burning with the flames of destruction, slowly turned.

His gaze seemed to pierce through endless time and space, disregarding billions of miles, and precisely locked onto the massive island shrouded in immortal energy, where myriad immortals paid homage, located above the East Sea.

Golden Ao Island!

As his gaze "focused."

A black thread, billions of times finer than a strand of hair, was precisely peeled away from the boundless Karmic Force churning around him.

This black thread ignored space, ignored time, and ignored the protective laws of the Saints' dojos.

The moment it appeared, it had already arrived above Golden Ao Island.

Boom—!!!

There was no sound.

There was no light.

On Golden Ao Island, the previously clear sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't clouds obscuring the sun.

It was light, obliterated from the very fabric of reality.

The entire Golden Ao Island, along with tens of thousands of Intercepting Sect disciples, plunged into absolute darkness and silence, where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.

The dense, almost tangible Innate Spiritual Qi on the island seemed to have been poisoned, beginning to decay and wither at a terrifying speed.

The core of the mountain-protecting formation, a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure personally forged by Sovereign of Heaven, had its divine light instantly dim, emitting a mournful groan of being unable to bear the burden.

The Intercepting Sect disciples, cultivating in their respective caves, suddenly felt a tremor originating from the deepest part of their Divine Souls.

Their Dao Hearts, their magical power, their connection with heaven and earth were all forcibly severed by an invisible hand at that moment!

In Biyou Palace.

Sovereign of Heaven's sturdy body, which had just stood up, froze abruptly.

The bold, confident smile on his face solidified completely.

He felt it.

That pure, unadulterated power of "Void Return" was hanging above his dojo.

It did not erupt.

It simply hung there quietly.

This was a silent warning.

A most direct, and most terrifying, display of power.

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!

The four supreme treasures of slaughter that hung by his side, capable of even slaying the Heavenly Dao—Immortal Slaying, Slaughtering Immortal, Trapping Immortal, and Absolute Immortal—were now emitting intense, soul-shattering groans from their origins as if unable to bear the strain!

The sword bodies trembled violently, the Great Dao Runes on them flickering erratically, as if they would completely disintegrate at any moment.

Sovereign of Heaven's Sword Heart was pierced by this icy will of destruction at that instant.

Yang Chen had given his clearest answer through his actions.

Words are useless.

You high and mighty Saints, if you don't bleed heavily today and offer something truly satisfying and tangible to me, This matter is far from over!