"This... this really is the strength of the Late True Lord Stage?!"

Floating Islands, White Bone Battle Platform.

"Chen Changqing!"

Two overlapping voices came from Wang Long's mouth, one belonging to himself, and the other a sinister tone originating from the White Impermanence Faxiang above his head.

"You've managed to force me to use my Bloodline Divine Seal; you should be proud of that!"

Wang Long's feet were three feet off the ground, hovering in mid-air.

He made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand.

The pale white chain rapidly contracted, transforming in his palm into a Mourning Staff wrapped with countless white paper money.

The Mourning Staff was surrounded by the piercing wails of wronged spirits, and the surrounding space continued to collapse under the pressure of this Law Artifact.

"Before the messengers of the Underworld, the Pure Yang Qi and Blood of the Yang Realm is nothing but withered bones in a tomb!"

"Die! You'll steal my soul!"

Wang Long suddenly took a step forward.

With the blessing of the White Impermanence Faxiang, his speed reached an unbelievable level.

There was no whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

One moment they were a hundred feet away, the next the Mourning Staff was already three inches above Chen Changqing's head.

White paper money fluttered down from the sky.

The Spatial Laws of the entire Battle Platform were completely mired in chaos at this moment, and the airflow around Chen Changqing froze completely, as if he were nailed to the spot by invisible shackles.

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, the Nine Great Red-Gold Primordial Spirits and the Three Great Star Primordial Spirits trembled simultaneously.

An overwhelming and irresistible tearing force descended from nowhere, attempting to forcibly pull his Twelve Primordial Spirits out of the top of his head.

The Extreme Dao Principle of the Nether Bureau, specializing in the soul!

At the edge of the Battle Platform, Nangong Tian rested one hand on the Ancient Sword at his waist, his expression indifferent.

"Borrowing the power of the Nether Bureau Orthodox God, Wang Long's move is indeed domineering."

Nangong Tian muttered to himself.

"The soul of an ordinary Early Heavenly Monarch Stage cannot even withstand a single breath under the influence of the Mourning Staff."

"This Human Race brat's sword is probably going to be impossible to pull out."

A violent, eerie wind tousled the black hair on Chen Changqing's forehead.

Facing the Mourning Staff that came crashing down on him, Chen Changqing did not retreat an inch.

Not only did he not back down, but a hint of mockery even surfaced in the depths of his eyes.

"Ghost messengers from the Underworld?"

Chen Changqing murmured.

"If Xie Bi'an were to come in person, I, Chen, might have to give way."

"A mere cross-dimensional projection dares to act so arrogantly here?"

Boom!

Within Chen Changqing's Sea of Consciousness, the Twelve Primordial Spirits simultaneously looked up to the sky and let out a long roar.

The Nine Great Red-Gold Primordial Spirits shone with boundless light, and the pale gold Dao Marks covering their bodies exploded wildly.

The body, which had been bound by the laws of the divine Principle, was instantly freed.

Five thousand miles of Divine Sense surged back like a tsunami, forcibly severing the tearing force exerted on the Sea of Consciousness.

Chen Changqing raised his left hand.

This time, he no longer used brute force.

The nine Purple Mansion of the Five Elements Four Symbols within his body roared wildly, and the boundless Pure Yang Origin was completely activated.

The hazy, Chaos Qi that had been surrounding his arms vanished instantly, replaced by a dazzling, radiant light of humanity.

The Human Emperor Heaven-Suppressing Seal!

The Secret Art of the Nine Continents Divine Dynasty were fully unleashed at this moment in the depths of the Nine Netherworlds.

A palm-sized pure gold square seal appeared in Chen Changqing's palm.

At the bottom of the square seal, magnificent scenes of mountains, rivers, people, and the vast land of Nine Provinces gradually appear.

A vast and boundless force of human orthodoxy, surpassing all the paths of the Nine Netherworlds, transformed into tangible golden ripples, spreading wildly in all directions!

"The Human Emperor's Might?!"

Wang Long's expression changed drastically, and an unprecedented look of horror flashed in his eyes.

The Nine Netherworlds are extremely Yin, while the Yang Realm is extremely Yang.

The Path of the Human Emperor gathers the will and fortune of billions of living beings in the Yang Realm, making it the natural nemesis of all Yin Baleful Intent and Ghostly Paths!

Even the ghost Nether Bureau of the Underworld must give way when faced with the supreme treasure of humanity that suppresses the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces!

"Impossible! How could you possibly have mastered the Supreme Lore of the Human Emperor?!"

Wang Long roared wildly, his Mourning Staff slamming down with even greater force!

Chen Changqing's expression was indifferent, his right palm forming a seal, rising against the heavens.

"Town!"

A single syllable escaped Chen Changqing's lips.

Boom!

The golden Human Emperor's Seal swelled a thousand feet in the wind, colliding violently with the Mourning Staff that was falling from above.

Chapter 1039 Sword Slaying Impermanence, First Battle Sweeping Through the Central Domain

Thump!

At the moment of impact, the entire White Bone Battle Platform sank violently by three feet.

The Extreme Dao Sword Formation, composed of four thousand-foot-long white bone swords, saw its runes flash wildly and large, fine cracks appear on the surface of the swords under this direct impact.

The raging Golden Light and the deathly white ghostly fire tore and gnawed at each other wildly in the void.

The White Impermanence Faxiang emanated a mournful howl, and the countless white paper money on the surface of the Mourning Staff in his hand was instantly ignited by the Pure Yang imperial flames, turning into ashes.

Wherever the Human Emperor Heaven-Suppressing Seal passed, the vast Humanity’s Destiny, like a surging celestial river, mercilessly crushed the suppression of the Nether Bureau gods.

Click!

The Mourning Staff, formed from the rules of the Underworld, shattered inch by inch under the brutal impact of the golden seal!

A violent shockwave of humanity poured out wildly along the shattered shaft.

Wang Long's arms, which were gripping the Law Artifact, had all their meridians burst open, and his bones pierced through his flesh and were exposed to the air. He was sent flying backward like a meteorite.

And above his head.

The chest of the towering White Impermanence Faxiang, which stood a thousand feet tall, was blasted open by Golden Light, creating a massive hole a hundred feet in diameter.

The Faxiang swayed, and the white pointed hat on its head, which read "Seeing it brings wealth," vanished into nothingness amidst the raging flames of the imperial path.

"Puff!"

Wang Long slammed heavily onto the defensive barrier at the edge of the bone platform, spitting out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The divine power of the Underworld within his body began to backfire wildly, as if countless steel knives were scraping and slicing through his meridians.

The aura that had been forcibly elevated to the Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage realm plummeted like the receding tide.

"My Nether Bureau Borrowed Magic... was broken?!"

Wang Long struggled to lift his head, his hair disheveled and covered in blood. The arrogance and ferocity in his eyes had vanished, leaving only a deep-seated terror.

The power of the Underworld was his greatest asset.

In the past, he was able to fight against older Heavenly Monarch level experts in the Central Domain using this move.

However, today, facing a Human Race Cultivator in the Late True Lord Stage, his prized trump card is as fragile as a blank sheet of paper.

Not only was its Divine Ability broken, but even the projection of the Yin Marshal that descended was shattered, with half of its body being destroyed.

"Damn it! Brother, save me!"

Wang Long was horrified and turned to look at Wang Hu outside the Battle Platform, letting out a shrill scream.

Below the Battle Platform, Wang Hu could no longer contain himself. His body was writhing with ghostly flames, and his spear was frantically striking the light barrier of the white bone Sword Formation.

"Stop! Chen Changqing, if you dare to harm my brother, the Wang Family will surely tear your soul apart and refine it, so that you will never be reincarnated!"

Wang Hu roared with a ferocious expression.

However, the Extreme Dao Sword Formation set up around the Battle Platform by the Duty Ghost Immortal immortals remained as stable as Mount Tai. No matter how Wang Hu bombarded it, he could not even stir up the slightest ripple.

In the center of the Battle Platform.

Chen Changqing, his white robe fluttering in the wind, had an indifferent expression.

He didn't even bother to glance at Wang Hu's threat.

Having stepped onto this arena of life and death, one's fate is already sealed.

Those who want to kill him never leave alive.

Clang!

The Immortal Execution Sword, which had been hanging at his waist for a long time, was finally drawn completely at this moment.

The sword's cry wasn't loud, but it instantly tore through the lingering gloom Battle Platform.

The hazy, Chaos Sword Ray, like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness, illuminated the entire Floating Island.

The Immortal Execution Sword Technique, Third Form.

God Burial!

Chen Changqing didn't even move his feet; he simply flicked his wrist and casually swung his sword forward.

A straight, slender, grayish-white Sword Qi swept across the sky.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, a smooth, flat black rift was cut open in the void.

The broken, thousand-foot -White Impermanence phantom, upon touching this Sword Qi, didn't even manage a mournful cry before vanishing like a candle flickering in the wind.

The Sword Qi energy continued its momentum, traversing a distance of a hundred feet, and directly slashed at Wang Long, who was lying on the ground.

"No!!"

Wang Long's pupils contracted violently, the shadow of death instantly engulfing him completely.

He frantically activated the last remaining Yama Laws within his body, condensing seven layers of thick white bone armor in front of him.

At the same time, he crushed a life-saving jade Jade Talisman hanging on his chest.

However.

Faced with the sharpness of Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure and the unparalleled killing power of the Immortal Execution Sword Technique, all defenses became a joke.

Click!

The protective shield formed by the shattered life-saving Jade Talisman was instantly shredded.

Next came the first layer of Xuan Armor, the second layer of Xuan Armor...

The seven layers of indestructible white bone armor were as fragile as a reflection in water before the gray-white Sword Qi, unable to withstand it for even half a finger's time.

Pfft!

The Sword-Ray swept across Wang Long's neck without stopping.

The terror and despair on Wang Long's face froze completely in that instant.

A huge head shot into the sky, and jet-black Essence Blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck.

The moment the head flew up, the Primordial Spirit hidden deep within the Sea of Consciousness had just escaped when it was instantly shredded into countless fragments by the Chaos Qi attached to the Sword-Ray's edge.

Both body and soul were destroyed!

[Defeat the Central Domain's Prodigy Wang Long, gaining 5,000,000 AFK Points!]

[Current AFK Points Balance: 79,500,000 points!]

In my mind, the system's notification sounded cold and crisp.

The Netherworld Jade Talisman floating in front of his chest shone brightly, completely devouring the vast Points that had dissipated after Wang Long's fall.

Chen Changqing's total Points surged by another 1,500 points, reaching 21,600 points!

The world seemed to freeze for a moment.

On the White Bone Battle Platform, Wang Long's headless remains swayed a few times before falling straight backward, crashing heavily onto the bone ground and stirring up a thin layer of dust.

The Immortal Execution Sword emitted a low hum as Chen Changqing sheathed it with a backhand motion.

Throughout the entire ordeal, not a single drop of blood stained his white robe.

Yama Heavenly Palace, White Jade Plaza.

Dead silence.

On the thirteen side hall viewing platforms, tens of thousands of powerful Ghost Cultivators from various cities stared wide-eyed at the scene on the main Heaven-Scanning Divine Screen.

The wine cup in the hands of the deputy city lord of Black Mountain City fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, but he was completely unaware of it.

The one-eyed elder of Blood Baleful Intent City gripped his severed arm tightly, his face twitching violently.

We lost.

Not only did they lose, they suffered a crushing defeat!

Wang Long, who had used the Nether Bureau Borrowed Magic and even summoned the power of the White Impermanence Faxiang, was a top genius among the younger generation in the Central Domain, easily ranking among the top five. Yet, Chen Changqing shattered the Faxiang of the White Impermanence with a single punch and beheaded him with a single sword strike!

The entire fight lasted less than thirty breaths!

"This... this is really the strength of Late True Lord Stage?!"

An elder from the Central Domain, who had come to observe the ceremony, spoke with a trembling voice; his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

"His physical body withstood the supreme-grade spear, his hand wielded the Human Emperor's Seal to shatter the Yin Marshal General's Faxiang, and that final sword strike... faintly touched upon the level of an ultimate sword immortal!"

"A monster! This Human Race boy from the Yang Realm is an unparalleled genius whose abilities defy all reason!"

Inside the elegant seating area on the elevated platform.

The Rakshasa Ghost King's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the armrest.

The two million Ghost Coins he had just bet on Nangong Tian felt like an invisible slap across his face.

And diagonally opposite.

The Dark Moon Ghost Lord slowly stood up, her purple dress fluttering wildly in the wind.

She looked down at the silent square below and let out a hearty laugh.

"Good! Well done!"

The First Ghost General, along with dozens of soldiers from Dark Moon City, frantically pounded on their armor, the sound shaking the heavens.

"Guest Elder, Divine Might!"

"Sweeping across the Central Domain, who can rival us!"

All the pent-up frustration accumulated over thousands of years was completely released under this sword strike!

And right in the center of the main ceremonial platform.

The Black Armor Ghost Immortal remained calm, simply raising his sleeve to erase Wang Long's name from the gambling table.

"In the first battle, Chen Changqing of Dark Moon City emerged victorious."

"Advanced to the next round!"

As the chilling voice fell, the Sword Formation surrounding the White Bone Battle Platform suddenly cracked open, Dao Sect.

Outside the Battle Platform.

Wang Hu stared at his brother's head, which had rolled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, with blood even bursting from the corners of his eyes.

The overwhelming brutality and murderous intent nearly destroyed his reason.

"Chen Changqing!!"

Wang Hu suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on the white-robed figure stepping down from the Battle Platform, the Black Spear in his hand trembling violently.

On the other side.

Nangong Tian stared expressionlessly at Wang Long's corpse being carried away, his right hand slowly resting on the Yama Ancient Sword floating above his head.

Deep within those once calm eyes, a jet-black, abyss-like Yama Emperor Fire quietly rose.

The Battle Token for the second round of competition once again began to spin rapidly in the sky.