A Broken Sword Shocks the Heavens

The two faced each other. The old monk's spiritual sense abandoned the disciple in the pile of rubble below the mountain.

Instead, it searched for the iron arrow that had pierced seven ancient bells, shattered the statue, and stripped it of its divinity.

Only after he finally withdrew his gaze in disappointment did he look at Wang Xian and say coldly, "So what if you destroyed the mountain's great formation? I've already cultivated an indestructible diamond body."

Wang Xian lifted his head and shook it at the old monk.

The old monk continued, "I admit, you're stronger than every cultivator I've ever met. But you can't do anything to me."

Then he pointed at the shattered statue and said, enunciating every word, "All its divinity has already entered my body. What can you do to me?"

At that, Wang Xian fell silent.

He lowered his head and looked at his boots.

The emperor had provided these boots and his official robes. Even after climbing the stone mountain, they were still spotless.

He kept staring, wanting to see through the sacred mountain the old monk spoke of, to see the Ten Kings of Hell beneath the Nine Hells—the ones who had shackled the power of his physical body.

You say this place is merely a little world, with no gods.

But you don't know that a god once visited this place millions of years ago, leaving behind a damned wisp of divine thought to plague those who came after.

If you won't help me deal with the trouble in front of me, I'll go beneath the Nine Hells and pull every blade of grass from your flower garden.

At the same time, he sent a message to Hua Mantian in the military camp...

Hua Mantian was startled when she heard it.