Summon Deity!

"He Tong, you're actually from one of the two families!"

Shen Zhui never imagined that He Tong, the second-in-command of the Martial Arts Department and the strongest below the Xiantian Realm, would turn on him.

How could this be? He Tong had come to Heyuan County alongside the magistrate!

There were those in the county office with divided loyalties—Shen Zhui had suspected many, even Zhao Hu—but He Tong? He'd never even considered it.

"No, no, no!" The saber came so fast, and it was a close-range ambush. In an instant, Shen Zhui's heart seemed to stop, his entire mind snapping into extreme tension.

"Can't dodge!" Shen Zhui judged instinctively. The blade was too close; there was no way to evade.

The saber was about to slice through Shen Zhui's head, but the Round Shield and steel saber in his hands were still a stretch away from blocking the strike.

"Hmm!" At that moment, the Yuanpin Pearl in Shen Zhui's bosom suddenly trembled lightly.

A yellow light burst from the Yuanpin Pearl, and at the critical moment, it enveloped He Tong's descending blade, nudging it slightly off its original trajectory.

"Clang!" That slight deviation sent the saber slashing into the edge of Shen Zhui's Round Shield instead, its force mostly spent before it struck his shoulder.

"Pfft!" Though the Silver Scale Soft Armor blocked it, the premeditated strike carried immense power. Shen Zhui's shoulder went numb, his blood churned, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Captain He, you!" Zhao Hu stared wide-eyed, utterly baffled as to why He Tong would attack Shen Zhui.

He Tong gave them both a cold look, mildly surprised, but didn't strike again. Instead, he fled immediately.

Because the massive Fireball was already hurtling toward them.

"Die, die, die! Die already!" The bald man, who had been feigning injury, had madness in his eyes.

His earlier act of being wounded had mostly been a ruse to channel his spiritual energy into controlling the Fireball's angle.

He Tong's strike had also caught him off guard—even he hadn't known He Tong was from the Li Family, only that someone would create an opening for him.

In his view, even if Shen Zhui survived He Tong's blade, he couldn't escape the Qi Cultivation True Person's furious blow.

This massive upheaval unfolded in an instant. He Tong's betrayal plunged Shen Zhui into a cascade of crises.

No sooner had the first crisis passed than the second arrived.

The Fireball was the size of a carriage. Even if it didn't hit him head-on, its searing heat alone could reduce Shen Zhui to ash.

At this point, the Silver Scale Soft Armor and shield were useless.

This strike was as lethal as He Tong's saber, and even more powerful.

But the difference was that Shen Zhui finally had time to react.

"Break, break, break!"

The steel long saber shot up. In that moment of razor-sharp focus, life hanging by a thread, Shen Zhui once again entered a state of Unity of Heaven and Man.

In his perception, the Fireball was no longer scorching heat, but a restless mass of spiritual energy.

Unity of Heaven and Man, To control the Power of Heaven and Earth!

Falling Snow Saber Technique, First Form, Slay Cang!

"Whoosh~" The steel long saber arced through the air, trailing faint, hazy light. When the Fireball was still about ten meters from Shen Zhui, a fierce burst of spiritual energy erupted from the blade, cleaving straight into the Fireball.

"Boom!"

The Fireball collapsed midair, as if crashing into icy water, swiftly extinguishing and dissolving.

"What!" The bald man was stunned.

"Impossible!" He Tong, glancing back, was also horrified.

A high-level Xiantian Realm Dao technique, broken by Shen Zhui?

At the same time, the several Xiantian Masters above, sensing the commotion below, all spoke up.

"Li Zhong, stop him!" Lin Ze shouted. He didn't know why chaos had erupted below, but he immediately decided to kill the target first. If they let him escape today, who knew when they'd catch up again.

"He Tong!" Wang Long was furious. The man's actions had caught him completely off guard.

"Kill!" The bald man devised another plan. His clothes billowed as a massive cyan fist formed from Gang Qi materialized, hurtling toward the Flame Figure.

"Li Zhong, stop!" Wang Long finally caught on. Li Zhong's move looked like an attack on the bandit, but the Gang Qi's range also enveloped Shen Zhui on the ground.

Whether it killed the villain was uncertain, but Shen Zhui would definitely take the hit.

"Haha, interesting, interesting! A mere Ninth Stage of Acquired Realm brat, drawing the attention of two Xiantian Masters." The fleeing Flame Figure laughed hoarsely.

"Since that's the case, I'll lend you a hand!" The Flame Figure split off a stream of flame, wrapped it around the cyan fist, then drove it downward, straight at Shen Zhui.

"Break for me!" Shen Zhui swung his saber wildly. The cyan fist was far more threatening than the Fireball. He slashed several times in an instant, but the fist kept coming, unstoppable as a mountain bearing down.

"Pfft!" The fist landed. Shen Zhui blocked with his shield.

A massive cloud of dust rose. Where Shen Zhui stood, the ground had completely caved in. His fate was unknown.

"You're asking for death!" Wang Long's eyes turned vicious as he thrust his sword at Li Zhong.

"Wang Long, hold on! That was an accident..." The Yang Family Brute, wielding his Wolf Fang Club, stopped chasing and instead moved to block Wang Long.

"Accident?" Wang Long saw the two closing in on him and instantly understood their scheme. He flipped his hand and produced a red Execution Order token.

"Again and again, you trample the law, and you dare strike to kill right before my eyes!"

"You all deserve to die!"

An overwhelming, irresistible pressure radiated from the token.

"Wang Long! You've lost your mind!" Li Zhong and the Yang Family Man's faces twisted in shock, their eyes filled with terror.

"Burning your Lifespan to summon the deity's power—you, you madman!" The two scrambled backward.

Lin Ze, who had been about to speak up and stop them, saw the token Wang Long produced and a flicker of dread crossed his eyes. He swallowed his words.

With a soft sigh, Lin Ze's form blurred. A Water Curtain Gate appeared before him, and the next moment, he was a thousand meters away, continuing his pursuit of the Flame Figure.

This sudden turn of events caught Lin Ze off guard. He hadn't expected the enmity between these men to be so absolute.

The Execution Order before Wang Long blazed with red light, and the very heavens and earth around them shifted.

He chanted under his breath:

"First Summon of Deity: Distinguish Good and Evil!"

A majestic, solemn aura rose from the token, enveloping Wang Long. His presence swelled severalfold.

At the same time, the two tokens on Li Zhong and the other man, which had been masking their fate, began to tremble precariously.

"Second Summon of Deity: Discern Right and Wrong!"

Another light flared. A radiance emerged from the token, forming a crimson halo behind Wang Long.

The tokens in both men's chests shattered completely.

"No, no, no!"

"Wang Long, spare us! We were wrong!"

The two fled in desperation, their Essence of Xiantian Spiritual Energy erupting in a frantic burst. Ignoring the damage, they poured all their energy into escape.

"Too late." Wang Long's eyes were ice-cold. Gone was any trace of the scholar; he now bore the overwhelming might of a deity ruling over the world.

The Execution Order locked onto its targets.

"Still!"

He raised his sword and pointed. The surrounding space seemed to warp in a mysterious way. Within a thousand meters centered on Wang Long, the air itself froze.

Li Zhong and the Yang Family Man, both Xiantian Masters, felt as if they were trapped in quicksand. Their speed plummeted, and they even began to drift backward.

"No, no, no!" Li Zhong, feeling his movement halt, went into a frenzy. "Wang Long, you have no reason to kill me! You can't!"

He was only an Early-stage Xiantian, while Wang Long's aura now surpassed the High-stage, pressing toward Peak Xiantian! With the deity's power backing him, Wang Long's strength utterly crushed him.

"Execute!" Wang Long spat out the single, frigid word. Then he swung his longsword.

A Sword Qi a hundred meters long howled toward Li Zhong.

The Sword Light reached Li Zhong in an instant and swept past his head.

Xiantian Martial Artist, Li Zhong—dead.

Seeing Wang Long turn and charge again.

"Burst, burst, burst!" The burly man wielding the Wolf Fang Club was terrified. A bloody aura erupted from his body, and his arms exploded with a loud crack.

"Pfft!" Clouds of blood mist mixed with spiritual energy tore open the binding of the space. He transformed into a streak of blood light and fled instantly.

"Wang Long! You forced me to sever my own arms—just you wait!" The man's heart bled. As a Mid-stage Xiantian, he had sacrificed both arms to survive. His cultivation would likely drop to Early-stage Xiantian, or even fall straight into the Houtian Realm.

The two had anticipated Wang Long might act, but they never expected him to be so decisive—to burn the deity's power to cut them down.

"He actually had the nerve to sever his own arms and risk dropping in realm to escape. Hmph!" Wang Long chased for a while, but the man was too fast, so he stopped.

"I burned several years of Lifespan and summoned the deity's power twice, and still he got away." Wang Long muttered to himself.

If that man had hesitated even a moment, he would never have escaped.

But alas...

"Shua~" Wang Long flickered and appeared a thousand meters away, blocking He Tong.

"Why?" Wang Long stared coldly at He Tong. He had also discovered He Tong's betrayal. If not for He Tong's backstabbing strike, Shen Zhui might have escaped.

"He Tong, my senior brother and I treated you well. We helped you become a Xiantian Martial Artist every step of the way. Why did you betray us?!"

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