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King Xuansha's hoarse voice rang out, carrying a dry quality.
The King Minggu did not speak, but his withered hand gripping the black sword clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
They stepped up seven steps in one go—something they had never imagined in their thousands of years of history—yet it was happening right before their eyes.
Li Qingshan's gaze swept over them, across the surrounding sea, which appeared unusually "clean" yet was ravaged by the depletion of energy, and over the stunned and dumbfounded spectators in the distance. Finally, it returned to the two King.
He spoke, his voice low, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears, indifferent, calm, devoid of any emotion:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
As he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and gently gestured towards the surrounding Void.
"Clang! C...
The eighteen flags that remained anchored in the Void, maintaining the Zhoutian Star Formation, emitted a clear and resonant hum!
On the flag, the celestial energy that had been guiding the formation suddenly reversed, no longer maintaining the array, but instead surging wildly toward the flagpole.
The eighteen array flags transformed into eighteen streams of light of different colors, piercing the sky and instantly converging in Li Qingshan's palm.
The flowing light collided, intertwined, and merged.
Chaotic energy permeated the air, and the principles of the Dao intertwined.
A brand new weapon took shape in his hand.
It was about twelve feet long and completely black, except for three hundred and sixty-five tiny silver points on the shaft, like miniature stars in the celestial sphere, slowly flowing along mysterious trajectories.
The spearhead was not metal, but a chaotic starlight condensed to its extreme, emitting a cold light that tore through the Void; just one glance was enough to cause a stinging pain to the soul.
Li Qingshan gripped the flagpole tightly with one hand, the shaft sinking slightly before becoming as steady as a rock.
He stood tall and straight like a javelin, amidst the shattered Void and rising sea vapor, dressed in black robes with black hair, his gaze as cold as an abyss.
There was no outward display of murderous intent.
But the terrifying sense of oppression hidden beneath the calm, like the awakening of a primordial beast, instantly tensed the muscles of the two King assassins, as if they were being targeted by the most apex predator, their very bones chilling to the bone.
"Playing tricks!"
King Xuansha suddenly roared, his voice shrill, trying to dispel the inexplicable chill that was growing in his heart.
"Even if you've reached the seventh level of the Heavens, you've only just entered this realm! We two have been immersed in the King Realm for three thousand years, slaying far more prodigies and beheading more King Body than you've ever seen! Today, we'll show you, this so-called Eastern Exalt Venerable, what true difference in foundation really means!"
Before he finished speaking, the bone knife in his hand trembled, and his figure suddenly blurred, turning into a gray-white afterimage. Like a demon crawling out of Hell, he silently tore through space and appeared to Li Qingshan's left, the blade aimed straight for his neck! The speed was so fast that even divine sense could not catch it!
At the same time, the King Minggu also made a move.
He wasn't as swift as King Xuansha; instead, he seemed to blend into the shadows, his figure fading away quietly. When he reappeared, he was already behind Li Qingshan on the right side, his black sword like Venomous Snake Flicks Its Tongue with a dark, eerie light that pierced straight into Li Qingshan's back!
Before the sword even arrived, the deathly sword intent that devoured life and corroded the soul had already enveloped the area.
The two assassin King worked together with perfect coordination, one in the open and one in the shadows, one fast and one unpredictable, sealing off all of Li Qingshan's escape routes and delivering a fatal blow with every move!
Faced with this combined attack, which was enough to make even King of the same level flustered and even die on the spot, Li Qingshan simply turned his head slightly.
His left eye caught a glimpse of a gray-white blade, while his right ear heard subtle spatial fluctuations behind him.
Then, he moved.
He simply held the black flag spear in his hand horizontally to his side.
The movements may appear slow, but they are actually faster than the thought process.
"Clang,!!!"
The gray-white bone knife struck the spear shaft, producing a loud, metallic clang, but it was not crisp; rather, it was dull and muffled, like striking rotten wood.
The death law, with its countless wailing souls on the blade, surged towards the gun like a tide, attempting to erode and corrupt it.
However, all 365 points of silver starlight on the gun simultaneously lit up.
The surging laws of death were like a mud ox sinking into the sea, instantly annihilated by the power of the stars, without even causing a ripple.
The eerie green flames behind the King Xuansha's mask jolted violently, filled with horror.
Although he didn't use his full strength in this strike, it still contained seventy percent of his cultivation. Combined with the characteristics of the bone blade, even an ordinary King divine weapon would suffer spiritual damage if it were to directly block it.
But the other side's gun,
Before he could change his move, Li Qingshan subtly twisted his wrist.
The horizontal flag spear was pushed forward with the momentum, its tail swinging like a dragon's tail, carrying a tremendous force as it crashed into King Xuansha's chest.
King Xuansha reacted extremely quickly, retracting his blade and blocking in front of his chest.
"Bang!"
The butt of the spear struck the blade with a dull thud.
King Xuansha felt an overwhelming force that he could not resist. His blade trembled violently, his arm went numb, and his chest felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. He was sent flying backward uncontrollably, leaving a gray-white shockwave in the air. His blood and qi churned, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
At the very moment Li Qingshan sent King Xuansha flying, the black sword of King Minggu was already aimed at his body from behind.
The dark, ghostly light at the tip of the sword, which seemed to devour all light, was less than three inches from Li Qingshan's back.
He turned his horse around and thrust the flag-spear he was holding back.
The spear tip, emitting chaotic starlight, seemed to break through spatial limitations, striking the tip of the incoming black sword with unparalleled precision despite being delayed.
"Bite,"
A soft, crisp sound rang out, a stark contrast to the dull clash of swords and spears that had preceded it.
But after that soft sound,
"Snap!"
A tiny crack appeared at the tip of the ancient black sword in the hands of the King Minggu, a sword that had accompanied him for thousands of years and had drunk the blood of King.
Although the crack was small, it caused the shadow beneath the King Minggu's hood to fluctuate violently, and for the first time, the withered hand holding the sword trembled.
The force of the recoil from the sword made him groan, as if he had been struck by an invisible ancient mountain. He was forced to retreat violently, and with each step he took, a black ripple would explode in the Void beneath his feet, spreading to the horizon. In an instant, the King Minggu was forced to retreat a hundred miles away before he could stop. A trace of dark red blood seeped from the edge of his hood.
A single glance.
Not even a single move was completed.
Two notorious King Realm and a fearsome reputation, suffered a defeat, one retreating and the other wounded.
A figure, like the embodiment of death, stepped out of the Void. His boundless divine sense and King majesty froze the vast sea, even choking the roar of the waves, leaving only a heart-palpitating, deep-sea-like oppressive sob.
The commotion and fear among the spectators below, like ripples on a lake after a stone has been thrown in, were clearly reflected in another, higher and farther space.
This place is located deep within the Void shrouded in celestial mist, a hundred miles away, within an even more exquisite spatial fold.
The violent energy, the pungent stench of blood, and the desperate screams from the outside world were all isolated by the gentle immortal light flowing around the Jade Pool Saint and the aura that Gu Tianshu intentionally dispersed, leaving only indistinct light and shadow and a dull, distant thunderous echo, as if watching a silent shadow play.
The Jade Pool Saint stood quietly, her moon-white skirt fluttering gently in the breeze that created her own world.
Her clear eyes reflected the ferocious figures of King Xuansha and King Minggu, as well as the " Bone-Burying Saber " and " Soul-Eroding Sword " in their hands that emitted ominous light. Yet, her eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow, even more serene than when she had witnessed the fall of thirty-two Mighty Figure.
Gu Tianshu remained standing like a stone statue, only his sharp, sword-like eyes fixed on the ground below. His gaze swept back and forth between the two revived King and Li Qingshan, who had just emerged from his cocoon deep within the starry sky, as if he were assessing something.
"A ' Bone-Burying Saber ' in the Human World, a ' Soul-Eroding Sword ' in Hell."
The ethereal voice of the Jade Pool Saint broke the silence of the small space. She didn't turn her head, as if talking to herself.
"A foundation dormant for thousands of years, stained with blood and ominous signs. It seems that 'they' truly believe this is their only chance, even willing to throw out this ancient coffin, which has little time left and should rightfully serve as a foundation to suppress destiny, for a final gamble."
Gu Tianshu's nostrils twitched slightly, as if he could smell the unique scent of deathly stillness and curse belonging to the King the Assassin Divine Dynasty that seeped through the spatial barrier.
His deep, cold voice rang out:
What they were waiting for was "weakness," and what they believed in was "weakness."
The thirty-two useless people were put in, but they failed to find out that the "weakness" was real. Instead, they triggered a killing change in the formation.
These two veteran assassins are now the awls they believe can pierce through this facade of weakness.
He paused, his sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through the boiling death aura surrounding the King Xuansha and the King Minggu, directly gazing into their somewhat fragile and decaying essence.
"The killing intent was strong enough, the will to die was pure enough, and their teamwork was barely acceptable. In their era, it was certainly enough to assassinate a target who had just entered the King Realm and was arrogant."
The Jade Pool Saint nodded slightly and said with a sigh:
"However, times have changed. Before Qingshan Severing the Dao his Dao, they were already no match for him; now that he has succeeded, he will die even more, like a moth Severing the Dao to a flame, courting his own demise."
Gu Tianshu interjected, "He will surely die within three moves."
He shook his head, a slight movement that carried an undeniable sense of disapproval, as if commenting on a bad move that was destined to fail in a game of chess.
The Jade Pool Saint remained silent for a moment, her face, illuminated by the celestial radiance, seemed to turn towards a more distant place, towards the deepest shadows of the Void —a place that, though seemingly empty, always kept her and Gu Tianshu on their toes.
" The Supreme Dao Might,"
Gu Tianshu slowly uttered these four words, each syllable seemingly weighing a thousand pounds, causing a subtle resonance in the small space.
"That man wielding the weapon is likely still lurking in the shadows, like a venomous snake."
Their presence here to protect the path is not meant to deter these Mighty Figure or King are merely showing off on stage, but rather to guard against the might of the Emperor Weapon that might be hidden behind the curtain, capable of reversing everything.
Below in the sea, the auras of King Xuansha and King Minggu had reached their peak. Death intent and killing intent intertwined, freezing the Void. The King divine weapons in their hands emitted a thirsty groan, and the destructive fluctuations made the onlookers' souls fly away.
In this higher and more distant hidden space, the two protectors had minimized their attention to the "sharpening" process below.
The vast majority of their minds and immense energy had already locked onto that more terrifying being that might exist in the dark.
The celestial light flowed silently within this small space, forming a defensive line that was far more subtle yet also far more solid than the Zhoutian Star Formation.
Silence returned to the space. Only the muffled rumble from below, weakened by the spatial barrier, sounded like distant war drums, beating a tense prelude.
The sea was deathly silent.
It was as if an invisible hand had gripped the throats of all the spectators, their breaths caught in their throats, and their pupils were filled only with that figure holding the gun.
Li Qingshan slowly sheathed his gun, turned around, and the tip of the gun sliced through the air with a low hum, like the muffled sound of a dragon retracting its claws.
He looked at King Xuansha and King Minggu, his gaze cold and devoid of warmth, with only a very slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Is this all you've got? You're trying to die?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like an icicle piercing my eardrum.
The eerie green flames behind the King Xuansha's mask exploded with a "boom"!
A broken growl escaped his throat; it wasn't a human voice, but more like the howl of a dying beast tearing open its trachea.
"Arrogant!"
"BOOM!!!"
He exploded!
His entire body burst open from the inside out, transforming into a viscous, gray-black wave composed of countless wailing, dead souls!
The bone knife in his hand trembled violently, and the distorted faces on the blade broke free, tearing and merging in the air, forming a terrifying, grayish blade aura with yellowish liquid flowing from its edges!
"Yellow Springs, behead them!!"
Before the blade's aura was fully formed, the sea below cracked open with a "crack," creating a bottomless chasm!
The seawater itself "died" the moment it came into contact with the sword intent, solidifying into a grayish-white, brittle, bone-like substance, which then crumbled into powder!
On both sides of the chasm, death spread like a plague, and the sea froze, turned ashen, and became a death zone within moments!
Almost simultaneously, a beastly roar, unlike any human voice, erupted from beneath the hood of the King Minggu!
"Puff!"
He bit off a piece of his tongue, spitting the dark red, foul blood mixed with his life essence onto the black sword.
The skull on the sword came to life, and the boiling dark red liquid in its eye sockets flowed upwards, enveloping the entire sword. The sword instantly became translucent, and inside, the faces of countless vengeful spirits, each the size of a pinhead, frantically crashed against the sword wall, emitting a dense, chilling shriek!
The sword began to melt and elongate, transforming into a dark, writhing, and light-devouring liquid!
"Nine Netherworlds, slaughter!!!"
The King Minggu lunged forward, splashing out like a festering shadow!
Man and sword became completely inseparable, transforming into a hundred-foot-long, constantly contracting and expanding dark, turbid stream. Wherever it passed, space was corroded, leaving hissing black holes.
The blade's energy slashed down from above, cleaving through the cycle of reincarnation!
The sword flowed from the side, annihilating all life!
The desperate attack of the two King assassins was no longer a simple assault, but a manifestation of the "Path of Death" they had cultivated throughout their lives, transforming into two different but equally annihilating tidal waves of laws.
The horizontal and vertical lines intertwined to form a cross of death, sealing off all of Li Qingshan's escape routes and locking onto his very soul. There was no way to avoid it; if he tried to block it, his foundation would be corrupted by the intent of death!
Faced with this deadly combined attack, powerful enough to shatter the soul of even King of the same rank, the faint ripple in Li Qingshan's eyes spread out.
He gripped the black flagpole with both hands, his knuckles cracking as he exerted force.
The muscles in his arm holding the gun suddenly bulged, and the cuffs of his black robe were stretched taut.
The gun was held horizontally, its tip pointing diagonally upwards, carrying a sense of weight that seemed to crush the Void.
"Buzz!"
He once again stepped into forbidden territory.
The space centered on him suddenly "sinked," the light distorted, and the laws Manifestation, as if the place where he was located had become the core of a "domain" that devoured everything!
The 365 points of silver starlight on the gun spun wildly, leaving trails of silver light that intertwined behind him to form a miniature celestial map that was ever-changing, vast and profound!
He simply flexed his back like a bow, stepped back half a step with his right foot, shattering the Void, twisted his waist, and thrust his shoulder forward, channeling all his strength and the power of the celestial sphere into the spear. Then,
A spear thrust out!
"Sizzle!!!"
The sound of the flagpole piercing the air was so sharp it tore at your eardrums!
Wherever the gun passed, the space seemed to be pierced and shattered like layers of fragile glass by the gun tip!
The flow of time seemed to be strangely disrupted along the trajectory of the spear thrust, as if the spear tip existed simultaneously in the past, present, and future!
The chaotic starlight at the tip of the spear exploded the instant it was thrust out!
Explode!
It transformed into a blazing light that defies description!
The core of that light was pure white, so white that it burned the eyes and brought tears, yet its edges flowed with the silvery glow of stars rising and falling, the gray halo of the beginning of chaos, and the colorful halos of countless rising and falling rays!
Within the light, countless miniature stars could be faintly seen being born, expanding, collapsing, and exploding, endlessly repeating, as if the cycle of birth and death of an entire starry sky was compressed into a single shot!
Starfall!
The beam of light collided with the gray-yellow blade energy and the dark sword flow at a single point in the Void!
Then,
"Pop."
A barely audible sound, like a bubble bursting.
At the center of the collision, a point of extreme blackness appeared.
The moment the black dot appeared, a silent shockwave exploded in a spherical shape!
Annihilation ripples of pure energy and laws!
Wherever the ripples passed, space cracked like a shattered mirror, and thousands of feet of the long-dried seabed within a radius of a thousand miles below were scraped away, with rocks instantly vaporized!
Only after the ripples spread outwards did the belated, terrifying roar, which sounded like the lament of heaven and earth, erupt together with the final screams of billions of dead souls, the muffled thunder of exploding stars, and the crisp sound of laws shattering!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound waves, mixed with destructive energy, transformed into visible shockwaves of gray, white, and black, sweeping across the sky!
Among the crowd watching the battle from afar, countless protective magical treasures shattered one after another with a series of "bangs," and those with weaker cultivation spat blood from their seven orifices and fell from the sky with screams!
The blazing white light engulfed everything, lasting for a full three breaths before slowly dissipating like the receding tide.
Despite the burning pain in their eyes and the shock to their souls, everyone desperately looked up at the sky.
In the Void, Li Qingshan stood holding a gun, the hem of his black robe fluttering in the wind.
King Xuansha stood frozen in front of him.
The " Bone-Burying Saber " in his hand was neatly split in two from tip to hilt, the break smooth as a mirror, reflecting his shattered mask.
The mask snapped open with a "crack," revealing a pale, distorted face covered in black, cursed lines.
Those eerie green eyes stared intently, their pupils already dilated.
A straight line, shimmering with tiny starlight, started from his brow, crossed his nose, lips, throat, chest, and down to his lower abdomen.
The mark was initially very fine, then slowly expanded, with skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs gradually shifting and sliding off along the line.
No blood splattered, because the flesh and soul at the point of contact with the wound had been completely annihilated by the power of the stars' birth and death the moment the spear intent penetrated.
His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his entire body slowly split into two pieces along the gunshot wound, tilting and falling to the left and right.
On the other side, the hunched body of the King Minggu stood frozen in the distance.
The " Soul-Eroding Sword " in his hand was not broken, but the skull on the sword had turned to dust, and the sword was covered with spider web-like cracks. The black light that originally devoured everything had completely dimmed, turning into an ugly piece of scrap iron covered with cracks.
Inside the sword, the faces of those wronged souls had long since vanished.
His large hemp robe was tattered, revealing his withered body underneath, which was also covered with cursed patterns.
A hole the size of a bowl runs through the chest, its edges incredibly smooth, giving it a glassy texture as if it had been instantly vaporized by extreme heat and then cooled.
The flesh around the cavity was not charred at all, because the material was "erased" in an instant.
Through the hole, one can see the distorted and broken Void behind him.
The shadow beneath his hood flickered, as if he wanted to look down at the hole in his chest, but he only managed half the movement before his entire body, like a weathered sand sculpture, crumbled away inch by inch, starting from the hollow in his chest, turning into dust that fluttered down in the air.
Only the cracked black sword fell downwards with a clang.
"Thump."
The two pieces of King Xuansha's body crashed into the dry seabed, stirring up two clouds of dust.
The ashes that the King Minggu had transformed into drifted away in the wind. The black sword was deeply embedded in the rock layer, and cracks spread rapidly along its blade. Finally, with a "crack," it shattered completely into a pile of iron fragments.
Li Qingshan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which transformed into a scorching white arrow of energy as it left his body, piercing through a fragment of space.
He sheathed his gun, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. The chaotic starlight was contained, but the gun still retained a high temperature, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.
Looking down at the two chaotic scenes below, the remains of the King Xuansha were rapidly rotting, oozing a viscous, foul-smelling, dark yellow liquid that hissed and corroded the rocks it touched.
Although the King Minggu's remains were gone, the fragments of his black sword and the scattered ashes still contained a strong curse and deathly intent, polluting that area.
A single drop of King's blood can crush mountains and pollute thousands of miles.
The cultivation techniques of these two killing King are bizarre, and the deathly intent contained in their holy blood is a minor problem.
He raised his left hand and lightly pressed it against the seabed below.
"Buzz,"
Within a radius of a thousand miles, the still unsettled spiritual energy of heaven and earth was forcibly mobilized by him, transforming into an invisible, all-encompassing hand that grabbed and compressed the two King' corpses, along with their flowing holy blood, fragments of shattered divine weapons, and the polluted seabed soil.
Then, he flicked his finger.
A condensed beam of starlight shot out and struck the "contaminant" that had been compressed into a ball.
"Laugh,"
Like a hot iron plunged into water, a violent reaction occurs, billowing black smoke and a stench filling the air.
Starlight, death, and curses annihilated each other, emitting a sickening "sizzling" sound.
A few breaths later, the black smoke dissipated.
The mass of pollutants had vanished, leaving behind only a bottomless, mirror-smooth pit, and a faint, lingering smell of burning and annihilation in the air.
After doing all this, Li Qingshan finally withdrew his gaze, turned around with his gun, and faced the spectators in the distance who were already terrified and speechless.
His gaze calmly swept over every hiding place and every cultivator.
Anyone whose gaze fell upon him felt a chill run through their body, as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They instinctively lowered their heads, looked away, and dared not meet his eyes.
His gaze finally settled on the distant Void that had triggered his senses, lingering for a moment.
Then, he suddenly spoke.
The voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for those who needed to hear it to hear it:
"You've been watching for so long,"
He paused, and the tip of the flagpole gently twitched in Void.
Thump!
The dull thud echoed like the beating of war drums, reverberating across the fields.
"Aren't you planning to come out and offer your congratulations?"
His tone was so calm, as if he were asking about the weather.
But the meaning behind his words sent chills down the spines of everyone who heard them!
Is he challenging me to a duel?!
No, he's provoking us!
Provoking that potentially more terrifying being lurking deeper within!
After saying that, Li Qingshan actually waited in place for three breaths.
The sea breeze howled, carrying with it the stench of burning.
No one answered.
That Void remained deathly silent.
"Oh."
Li Qingshan chuckled softly.
The laughter was short, soft, and icy.
"Fine."
He held the flag-spear upside down with one hand, the tip pointing diagonally behind him, and took a step forward.
"We caught enough fish today."
As the footsteps landed, the figure began to fade away.
His last words, along with his gradually disappearing figure, drifted away in the wind:
"The rest."
I'll come to collect it myself.
As the saying goes, showing off is like the wind, always with me.
All that remains is a devastated sea, two deep pits burying King, and the lingering, faint starlight and the acrid smell of death in the air.
There were also countless spectators on the ground, their clothes soaked with cold sweat, unable to recover for a long time.
The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy, and burnt smell.
No one spoke.
Only the waves, tirelessly, surged back, attempting to soothe those deep, bone-revealing wounds.