A Startling Battle: Hongjun Still Has a Trump Card

As this soul-shattering demonic sound spread, Beichen's nerves tightened!

He realized the Dao-Demon Conflict was about to conclude!

At this moment, in the void of the heavens, Xuanhuang exploded, his boundless collapsing Dao energy turning to dust and falling into the Primordial Turbulence.

Luohu's eyes lit up as he looked towards that battlefield.

He had thought the Demon Ape would win, but unexpectedly, after a slight tremor, the colossal, dark Demon Ape's divine body also exploded. Countless bloody scents overwhelmed Mount Sumeru, blood mist churning, striking fear into the hearts of countless beings.

Brutal!

The battle between the Xuanhuang Daoist and the Demon Ape could only be described with these two words!

And was the fight between Xingchen and Shuihua any different?

In the blink of an eye, Xingchen's body collapsed like a great formation, the heavens and earth caving in. He was dismembered out of thin air, transforming into countless tiny stars scattered across the sky.

These stars, arranged like pieces on a chessboard, hung in the vast expanse, flickering with a faint light.

They were all Xingchen's corpses!

Shuihua, born of water, was gravely wounded by the power of the falling stars and perished. Endless waterfalls cascaded from the impossibly high void, like the destructive torrent that descended when the heavens collapsed that day, swallowing a vast swathe of the world below.

Countless beings were drowned, perishing within the waters of Shuihua!

Beichen looked up at the myriad stars adorning the Primordial void, then gazed at the churning torrent of Shuihua beneath the starry sky, lost in thought.

The boundless Dao insights and karmic laws scattered by these powerful beings' battles were all comprehended and absorbed by Beichen, his cultivation growing at an astonishing rate!

Observing these few battles was more beneficial than several thousand years of quiet, arduous cultivation!

After the battles of Xuanhuang, the Demon Ape, Xingchen, and Shuihua, Mount Sumeru experienced a brief moment of calm.

After this brief moment, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation erupted with boundless, terrifying killing intent!

Within the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, Luohu gathered the auras of the Three Thousand Divine Demons, channeling them into the Four Great Sword Gates. His sword intent reached its absolute peak!

The four Old Ancestors unleashed their full power to resist this sword intent, but it was too ferocious. Even though they were all Primordial supreme powerhouses, they were all injured by the sword intent.

Furthermore, as time passed, their injuries worsened, and the power of the sword intent within the Sword Gates grew stronger and stronger!

Ching!

Within the Immortal Slaying Sword Gate, a purple-red-gold sword beam suddenly shot out, piercing Old Ancestor Qiankun's body.

This sword severed the five vital energies in Old Ancestor Qiankun's chest and lopped off the flower atop his head. His expression immediately turned dejected, and his entire aura plummeted to its lowest point.

"Ah?"

The other three Old Ancestors looked on with expressions of utter shock.

The might of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was somewhat beyond their expectations!

Especially the sword power within the Immortal Slaying Sword Gate. It wasn't just Old Ancestor Qiankun; any one of these four powerhouses would have been gravely wounded!

Conversely, Old Ancestor Qiankun was the strongest among the four of them, yet he was severely wounded by a single sword!

The Immortal Slaying Sword Gate, which severed all immortal destinies, commanded the reverence of even Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and was not to be trifled with!

"Hahahaha! The Immortal Slaying Sword Gate has gravely wounded Old Ancestor Qiankun, tipping the scales in favor of my Demon Ancestor Luohu!" Luohu roared with laughter. "I, Luohu, will surely win this battle! Slaying your four great powerhouses will mark the perfection of my Dao of Slaughter, and I will step into the Void Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, proving the Great Sage's Dao!"

Ching!

As this wild laughter subsided, Old Ancestor Yinyang, momentarily distracted, allowed an opportunity for a crimson-gold sword beam from the Immortal Trapping Sword Gate to exploit the opening, piercing through his chest.

Old Ancestor Yinyang's aura drastically diminished, plummeting thousands of feet. Looking at his strength, there was no possibility of him breaking this formation today.

"Alas!" Old Ancestor Qiankun, clinging to life by a thread, sighed upon seeing this. "Everything will be ruined!"

Old Ancestor Hongjun, though still blocking the Immortal Slaying sword energy and unharmed, had the most grim expression.

This great battle was initiated by him, and now the scales of victory had directly tipped towards the Demon Ancestor Luohu!

He felt he had let down the two Old Ancestors and, at the same time, could not hold his head up in front of the Demon Ancestor Luohu.

"Hongjun, your so-called demon-slaying coalition army, which you desperately wanted to eliminate me with, is nothing more than a flock of useless chickens and dogs, utterly incapable of putting up a fight!"

The Demon Ancestor Luohu sneered.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, steady your mind and do not listen to this scoundrel's nonsense! We still have a chance to win!"

Great Immortal Yang Mei's expression was calm, as if he had glimpsed some heavenly secret. He would not slacken or give up until the very last moment!

"Great Immortal Yang Mei, you're truly steady!"

Beichen couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up, feeling a sense of admiration and a desire to emulate him.

Compared to Hongjun's flustered state just now, he naturally praised Great Immortal Yang Mei in his heart. "Worth learning from!"

"I can no longer hold on!" Old Ancestor Qiankun suddenly let out a long sigh to the heavens. "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, Fellow Daoist Yangliu, I am about to perish. Upon my demise, I shall bestow a great gift upon you two, and also a great gift upon this Primordial World!"

Old Ancestor Qiankun's expression was one of facing death with resolve, and there was a hint of cunning in his divine eyes.

Luohu suddenly felt uneasy. "Old Daoist Qiankun, what are you trying to do?"

Boom!

Old Ancestor Qiankun did not answer. He simply condensed countless Dao energies within himself and exploded out of thin air!

With a loud bang, the Dao root of Mount Sumeru cracked, and the Three Thousand Divine Demons retreated in a panic, with countless falling to the ground.

Dao energy surged, and the Immortal Slaying Sword Gate suffered a heavy blow, its Immortal Slaying Sword almost falling from the mountaintop.

The Demon Ancestor Luohu's body was connected to this sword formation. When it exploded, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression instantly turning ugly.

"The Immortal Slaying Sword Gate only has the power of one layer of sword intent left; it's already a broken formation. Old Ancestor Qiankun!" Old Ancestor Yinyang cried out.

"Old Daoist Yinyang, what are you trying to do now?"

The Demon Ancestor Luohu's heart trembled.

"Hahahaha, boom!"

Old Ancestor Yinyang was also a fallen body and no longer hesitated, exploding himself!

The vibration reached its peak, and another crack appeared in the Dao root of Mount Sumeru. All Three Thousand Divine Demons followed suit, spitting blood.

The Demon Ancestor Luohu spat out blood repeatedly, his face as pale as could be, his expression extremely unsightly.

Chichichi!

Great Immortal Yang Mei, who was watching intently and filled with emotion, had two sword energies pierce his shoulder blades from within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Gate.

Weng!

Countless white threads floated out from Great Immortal Yang Mei's body, seemingly entangling the sword formation and restraining the countless sword intents.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, the Immortal Slaying and Trapping Immortal Sword Gates are both broken. You should split your essence to deal with this sword formation, and I will go fight Luohu!"

After speaking, without waiting for Hongjun's reply, Great Immortal Yang Mei suddenly stood up, leaped, and jumped into the central gate.

Weng weng weng!

In space, three light hums sounded, and three Daoists, dressed differently—one in green, one in red, and one in black—all with appearances identical to Hongjun, appeared in the other three sword gates.

The green shadow was Hongjun's Good Corpse, the red shadow was Zhishi, and the black shadow was the Evil Corpse!

Old Ancestor Hongjun unleashed his three corpses to suppress the three sword gates respectively, while he himself suppressed the Immortal Slaying Sword Gate, stabilizing the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

"I still have a trump card that I haven't used yet! When the time is right, I will surely be able to kill Luohu with one blow!"

Looking at Great Immortal Yang Mei, who was holding a hollow willow branch and fighting fiercely with Luohu, Hongjun whispered.

Hongjun hadn't expected that Old Ancestor Qiankun and Old Ancestor Yinyang would self-destruct to pave the way for them. In this way, amidst countless dangers, the tide of battle had turned, giving him the opportunity to achieve victory.

"What is Old Ancestor Hongjun's trump card?" Beichen couldn't help but wonder.