Xuanyuan Che's casual flick of a finger looked insignificant, yet it contained a wisp of incomparably pure Chaos Origin Power.
The finger wind sank into the spinning Netherworld Passage like cold water dripping into boiling oil.
Rumble!
The entire passage suddenly shook violently. A muffled groan came from within, as though the being on the other side had suffered a small loss. The Supreme-level aura that had been steadily pouring through instantly fell into disorder, and the descent process was forcibly interrupted.
"Bastard! How dare you disturb the Crown Prince's descent!" The Netherworld Clan Saint King battling Mu Qingxue was both shocked and enraged. Ignoring the sword intent bearing down upon him, he forcibly activated a Netherworld Bone Staff, drawing forth surging Death Qi that transformed into a roaring Netherworld Bone Dragon and pounced at Xuanyuan Che from behind.
Mu Qingxue's eyes turned cold. Her extinction sword intent condensed to its utmost limit in an instant, and the Wuchen Sword became an almost invisible thread.
"Extinction."
This was a sure-kill move.
Rip!
The Netherworld Clan Saint King's body suddenly froze. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a transparent sword hole in his chest. Not a drop of blood flowed from the wound. All vitality and even his Divine Soul were utterly annihilated in an instant by that terrifying sword intent, returning to the void!
"Urgh..." He opened his mouth, then his body turned to drifting ash and scattered through the dense Death Qi.
A Netherworld Clan Saint King had fallen!
On the other side, Yun Mengyao activated the Seven-Colored Spirit-Nourishing Cauldron. Its lid flew open, and instead of pill fire, vast Medicine Soul Essence erupted forth. Under her exquisite control, the essence transformed into countless incomparably tough seven-colored chains, binding her Netherworld Clan Saint King opponent layer upon layer.
The Netherworld Clan Saint King roared and struggled as Death Qi surged wildly, yet he could not break free at once from this trapping formation that had fused with the inheritance of the Medicine Saint.
"Thunder Tribulation World Destruction!" Thunder Roar Ravine seized the opportunity and traded a fierce blow with the Netherworld Clan Saint King fighting him, sending both sides flying back.
Thunder Roar Ravine let out a roar, drawing upon all the Thunder Source within his body and connecting with the suppressed Heaven and Earth Thunder Punishment Power outside. Though extremely faint, under the reinforcement of his physical body, stronger even than a Saint's, it formed an incomparably dazzling Purple-Gold Thunder Spear that he hurled forth with all his might!
The thunder spear crossed space in an instant and pierced through the head of the bound Netherworld Clan Saint King before his horrified eyes!
Thunder erupted, blasting him to pieces!
Another Netherworld Clan Saint King had fallen!
Wasn't this utterly outrageous?!
In the blink of an eye, the three Netherworld Clan Saint Kings presiding over the ritual had all been slain! The remaining Netherworld Clan cultivators were scared out of their wits, their formation thrown into complete chaos.
At that moment, an utterly enraged roar suddenly came from the Netherworld Passage, which had been trembling endlessly after Xuanyuan Che's finger strike!
"Trash, you're courting death!"
The passage abruptly expanded, and a pressure far more solid than before descended! Though it still could not fully break through the suppression of the world's rules and remained at the peak of the Saint King realm, the loftiness of its essence made every living being present tremble at the level of their souls!
A figure slowly stepped out from the passage.
He wore a dark imperial robe embroidered with a scene of Ten Thousand Ghosts Worship. An Emperor Crown rested on his head, and his features were indistinct. Only his eyes were clear, like two spinning Netherworld Vortices, dark and sinister beyond measure.
His body was somewhat illusory. Clearly, it was not his complete true body that had descended, yet the aura he emitted was already enough to look down upon all others!
The Netherworld Crown Prince Clone!
His icy gaze instantly locked onto Xuanyuan Che beneath the altar, his killing intent nearly solidifying into substance. "You ruined this king's plans, destroyed my descent altar, and possess a forbidden physique... Today, I will use your Chaos Blood to compensate for this king's losses!"
He raised his hand and pointed.
"Netherworld Emperor Finger!"
With one finger unleashed, ten thousand ghosts wailed! Endless Netherworld Spiritual Energy gathered, forming an enormous gray finger carrying imperial might as it pointed toward Xuanyuan Che. This strike had already surpassed the scope of the Saint Realm and contained genuine Supreme laws!
This was a terrifying killing technique that only an Imperial Son-level figure could wield!
Facing a strike that could easily kill a Saint King, Xuanyuan Che's gaze remained calm, carrying a trace of appraisal.
"You possess Emperor-level Origin but lack the corresponding comprehension of the realm. You only have the shape, not the substance. This clone of yours is far too crude."
He did not even use a divine ability. He simply met it head-on with a palm strike.
Palm met palm.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
The instant the Netherworld Emperor Finger touched Xuanyuan Che's fist, countless resentful faces upon it let out shrill, terrified screams.
Crack!
The Emperor Finger actually shattered with a bang!
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Chaos Power broke through all techniques! It was especially suppressive against such sinister, deathly power, its dominance reaching the very peak!
The Netherworld Crown Prince Clone's body shook violently, and an incredulous expression appeared on his indistinct face. Though this clone was suppressed by the world's rules and could only exert the power of a peak Saint King, its essence was Supreme-level, and the secret technique it had used even contained imperial might. Yet it had been broken by the other party's single punch so easily?
"Impossible! You... how could you be this strong?!" the Netherworld Crown Prince cried out.
It was not as though he had never seen Imperial Son-level geniuses before, but according to what he knew, the natives of the Lower Realm could never possess such pure and terrifying power while only in the Saint Realm!
"A frog at the bottom of a well." Xuanyuan Che gave a bland assessment, then took a step forward and launched an attack. His figure was ghostlike, appearing before the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone in an instant. His five fingers spread as he reached directly for the other's face.
Simple and brutal, yet it carried a suffocating pressure!
The Netherworld Crown Prince was shocked and enraged. With a roar, his imperial robe billowed, and nine shields engraved with ferocious Ghost Emperor patterns emerged around him, each one a Supreme defensive ghost artifact!
At the same time, his hands formed seals, drawing upon the blood-soul power accumulated within the altar and transforming it into a roaring Blood-Colored Nether Dragon that lunged to devour Xuanyuan Che.
Xuanyuan Che's palm ignored the Blood-Colored Nether Dragon. The dragon crashed into his Chaos Body Protection Divine Light and scattered on the spot. His palm continued forward, pressing against the nine Ghost Emperor shields.
Crack! Crack! Crack...
A series of teeth-grinding shattering sounds rang out!
The nine ghost artifacts burst apart one after another beneath Xuanyuan Che's palm as though they had been made of paper!
The Netherworld Crown Prince's pupils shrank sharply as he retreated frantically, trying to widen the distance. He had finally realized that before absolute power, this clone he had been so proud of was in an absolute disadvantage!
"Trying to run?" Xuanyuan Che was even faster. His palm seemed to break through the limits of time and space, ignoring all distance as it pressed steadily against the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone's face.
"Devour!"
The two icy words left his lips.
Chaos Runes shone in Xuanyuan Che's palm, erupting with terrifying devouring power!
"No—!" The Netherworld Crown Prince Clone let out a horrified, despairing scream. He felt the origin painstakingly condensed within this clone, its soul power, and even that wisp of Emperor Blood origin being madly torn away and pouring into the other's body!
He struggled desperately, unleashing all kinds of Netherworld secret techniques against Xuanyuan Che, but they vanished like stones sinking into the sea. They could not shake the Chaos Dao Body in the slightest!
Before this handsome man who seemed like an immortal, every one of his methods appeared pale and powerless.
In merely two or three breaths, the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone's body became transparent and illusory at a visible speed.
"Father Emperor... save me..." He let out one final weak wail.
This clone had fused with Emperor Blood, making its significance comparable to his true body.
Xuanyuan Che remained expressionless as Chaos light flashed in his palm.
The Netherworld Crown Prince Clone completely exploded and was devoured cleanly by Xuanyuan Che, becoming nourishment for his Chaos Dao Foundation. Even the passage that had yet to fully stabilize collapsed and dissipated with a bang.
Beneath the altar, there was deathly silence.
All the surviving Netherworld Clan cultivators were ashen-faced, trembling uncontrollably.
In the distance, the other geniuses who had been desperately resisting the siege of Netherworld creatures also witnessed this shocking scene, each of them standing dumbfounded as wooden chickens.
That Netherworld Crown Prince... had been crushed to death by Xuanyuan Che like an ant... just like that?
Xuanyuan Che closed his eyes and briefly sensed what he had gained from devouring him. Then he opened them, understanding flashing through his eyes.
"So it was merely a wisp of thin collateral Emperor Blood, not the bloodline of a direct descendant. And he dared call himself Crown Prince? The Netherworld Clan is truly becoming more and more pathetic."
The contempt in his tone sent bone-deep chills through those Netherworld Clan cultivators.
At that moment, the entire battlefield shook violently once more. The Netherworld Death Qi in the sky began to rapidly recede, while the cracks in the earth started to close.
With the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone destroyed and the Saint Kings presiding over the formation dead, the Netherworld Great Formation had lost its core and began to collapse on its own.
The rules of the Myriad Races Battlefield were once again taking control, forcefully repelling and purifying the Netherworld Death Qi.
The crisis was over.
Yet Xuanyuan Che frowned slightly and looked toward the exit of the battlefield, as though he had sensed something.
"After beating the little one, does the old one come out... Is the Netherworld Clan no exception?"
He sensed an incomparably powerful Divine Sense, cold and venomous, locking onto him like a poisonous snake from beyond the battlefield.
That aura far surpassed a Saint King's. It belonged to a true... Supreme.
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