"Bang!"
A dull, loud thud.
Ji Wuxiang's protective Dragon Qi and Emperor robes, which were strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from Heavenly Immortal Peak, crumbled inch by inch in the face of the "Rebellious" Daoist rhyme, as if made of paper!
He felt as if he had been struck by an ancient sacred mountain, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of pale golden blood.
"Your Emperor!"
"His Your Majesty!"
The worshippers and generals of the Primal Origin Divine Dynasty cried out in terror and rushed forward.
Ji Wuxiang's face was ashen, and a clear fist-shaped indentation was visible on his chest, surrounded by wisps of chaotic energy that were difficult to dispel. He had clearly suffered a serious Dao injury.
He stared intently at Xu Xinwu in the distance, his eyes filled with horror, disbelief, and a hint of... deep-seated fear.
"How... how is this possible?"
Ji Wuxiang's voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed shock, anger, and bewilderment:
"I have ruled the world for hundreds of thousands of years, and my foundation is incredibly profound!"
How could... how could I lose to a junior who is over three thousand years old?
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the battlefield.
For a moment, the once deafening battlefield fell into a brief, eerie silence.
Whether it was the soldiers on both sides engaged in a fierce battle, or the powerful figures from various forces watching from high above.
All eyes were fixed on the tall figure in bright yellow imperial robes beside the Altar, and on the Qianyuan Emperor, who was coughing up blood in a disheveled state on the deck of a distant warship.
Shocking!
An unparalleled and breathtaking experience!
Everyone knows that Ji Wuxiang is very strong. He is a veteran Half-step Supreme who has ruled the Primal Origin Divine Dynasty for hundreds of thousands of years and has unfathomable strength.
Although Xu Xinwu was also a powerful ruler, he was still young, only a little over three thousand years old.
Many people believe that even though both are at the Half-step Supreme, Ji Wuxiang.
However, this mind-blowing scene before our eyes was like an invisible hammer blow, striking everyone's heart hard!
Xu Xinwu actually engaged in a head-on confrontation.
With a bizarre and unpredictable "Rebellion" Divine Ability, it utterly crushed Ji Wuxiang's supreme attack, which embodied the national fortune of the Primal Origin Divine Dynasty National Destiny, and severely damaged his original body!
"This... this Xu Xinwu... is he really this powerful?"
What is that Principle?
"How could it possibly dismantle Ji Wuxiang's State Dragon Fist?"
"Over three thousand years old, yet he overpowers Ji Wuxiang, who possesses over ten thousand years of experience... This boy is truly terrifying!"
After a brief silence, an even more violent uproar and incredulous exclamations erupted throughout the battlefield, among the spectators, and in the minds of those powerful figures who were secretly watching.
High above, even the heads of the Five Great Academies Confucianism academies who had been indifferently looking down, and Venerable Yuan Tong hidden in the Buddha's light, could no longer remain calm.
A clear ripple finally appeared in Zhu Tianxin's usually calm and still eyes.
His brows furrowed tightly as he stared intently at the calm figure below.
The four people behind him, Bai Sheng, Zuo Lengqiu, Ouyang Zhengwo, Gu Xiancheng, also changed their expressions drastically, their eyes filled with shock and solemnity.
They originally thought that even if Xu Xinwu came, given his age and experience, he would at most be on par with Ji Wuxiang, or perhaps even slightly inferior.
I never expected the result to be so one-sided!
That bizarre "disorderly" Principle completely suppressed Ji Wuxiang's "Imperial Ultimate Heavenly Dao," which was based on order and National Destiny!
"Rebellious Principle... No wonder, no wonder he dared to establish the Prosperous Commerce Divine Dynasty is no less powerful than the Qianyuan Dynasty, at the age of three thousand..."
Bai Sheng, the headmaster of the White Deer Academy, murmured to himself, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
"This child's magic is strange and unpredictable; he must not be allowed to live, lest things change."
Zhu Tianxin slightly opened her eyes, her indifferent voice revealing an undeniable determination, "Everyone, let's attack together and suppress this quickly."
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken the first step.
There was no earth-shattering display of force; he simply raised his withered hand and pressed it down towards Xu Xinwu mid-air.
"Words Become Law —the town!"
In an instant, countless milky-white Confucianism seal characters appeared out of thin air between heaven and earth, each character as large as a star, radiating a vast, powerful, and inviolable force of order.
Zhu Tianxin's actions embodied the supreme Confucianism principle of "Words Become Law," using the laws of heaven and earth to suppress all "rebellion"!
"Amitabha, since you, benefactor, are deluded and have violated the harmony of Heaven, I, this old monk, can only resort to the wrathful act of Vajra to help you ascend to the Pure Land as soon as possible and correct your ignorance."
Within the Buddha's light, Venerable Yuan Tong's voice was filled with compassion, yet his actions were utterly merciless.
Suddenly, the dazzling Buddhist light expanded, and Vajra Wisdom King phantom, a thousand feet tall, with a solemn and majestic appearance, yet with glaring eyes, materialized.
"To eliminate evil and uphold justice is our inescapable duty!"
Bai Sheng of the White Deer Academy snorted coldly, then pointed his fingers like a sword and began writing in mid-air.
"Those who defy the established order deserve divine punishment!"
Zuo Lengqiu of the Songshan Academy shouted sharply, and a large, ancient bronze seal appeared in his hand, inscribed with the two characters "Zhenyue".
He lifted the seal and pressed it towards Xu Xinwu afar.
Ouyang Zhengwo, the abbot of the Yuelu Academy, Gu Xiancheng, the abbot of the East Forest Academy, also made their moves at the same time.
In an instant, the world changed color!
The shackles of ritual and law suppress the will; the Vajra Wisdom King's light purifies the Physical Body; the Sword Intent "Execution" slays the Divine Soul; the Mountain-Suppressing Great Seal bombards the body; the chains of scriptures and history bind movement; the cage of righteous energy seals off space...
The six attacks, belonging to both Confucianism and Buddhism, cooperated seamlessly.
"Damn it, you bunch of old guys who've lived for hundreds of thousands of years, have you no shame?"
Six against one?
Xu Xinwu help but feel his eyelids twitch and he cursed loudly, even though he had a strong will.
In one-on-one or even one-on-two situations, he was confident that he would not be at a disadvantage, relying on the strangeness and power of the Rebellious Dao Seed.
But one against six is practically a guaranteed kill!
Xu Xinwu's body was enveloped in chaotic, rebellious light, which surged wildly, forming layers of distorted barriers on his body surface, attempting to twist, decompose, and overturn the oppressive shackles of etiquette and law, purify the Buddhist light, and annihilate the Sword Intent.
At the same time, he dodged quickly, trying to find a glimmer of hope before the attacks closed in.
But the cage of righteousness and the chains of classics and history had already descended upon him, greatly restricting his movements. Zhu Tianxin's shackles of etiquette and law seemed to ignore spatial distance and had already descended upon his head!
"Amitabha, benefactor Xu, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"
The voice of Venerable Yuan Tong rang out again, carrying a sigh of profound compassion.
The Vajra Wisdom King phantom, with one of its arms waving Demon-Subduing Ring, seemed to have seized the moment when Xu Xinwu briefly suppressed by the shackles of etiquette and the cage of righteousness, and suddenly accelerated.
At this moment, Xu Xinwu restrained by several attacks and it seemed that he could no longer completely avoid this insidious and tricky strike!
"It's over!"
Zhao Tianyi, Xiao Xuan, and others watching from afar, along with countless soldiers from Great Xia and Prosperous Shang, felt their hearts leap into their throats, their faces filled with despair.
Xu Xinwu, there is absolutely no way he could withstand the combined attack of six Half-step Supreme at the same time, especially this seemingly insignificant yet fatal blow!
However, just as the Xu Xinwu -subduing halo was about to touch Xu Xinwu's neck at the critical moment—
"Laugh--!"
A sharp sword light, without warning, slashed in from the other side of the void!
The sword light was not vast, but it was condensed, pure, and extremely fast!
It struck first despite being the last to move, hitting the weakest point of the Demon-Subduing Aura with perfect precision!
"Clang--!"
Amidst the crisp, metallic clang, the seemingly all-encompassing and incredibly resilient golden Demon-Subduing Ring was actually cleaved in two by this sword strike, its radiance dimmed and its trajectory deviated.
Immediately afterwards, a cold, arrogant voice, carrying an aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness, resounded throughout the chaotic world like the clash of metal:
"Ha, ganging up on the weak, that's not a good habit."
Before the words were finished, the void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and a burly, majestic figure clad in dark gold, ferocious armor stepped out from it.
The newcomer was none other than Longqie, the top general under Xiang Yu, the Hegemon- Hegemon-King of Western Chu, known as the "Halberd of Chu"!