# Chapter 2508: The Battle to Slay a God
Within the Void Space, chaotic energies filled every corner, each wave that rose possessed the power to destroy an entire world.
At the center of the chaotic energy, three figures clashed at close range, their speeds all reaching the extreme limit.
"Bang! Bang!"
Sword qi, blade light, and death divine energy intertwined, turning a radius of several hundred li into a forbidden zone. Even with Haitang Popo's cultivation, she dared not approach easily.
Zhang Ruochen certainly did not want to injure his Qi Sea again, so naturally he retreated far away, not foolishly joining the divine-level battle.
Xiao Hei, however, was eager to try, but Zhang Ruochen held him back.
"This Emperor wants to slay a god!"
Xiao Hei's aura was imposing as he tried to break free from Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen knew how cowardly Xiao Hei was; he only wanted to intervene because he saw Bai Qinger and Xue Lingxian taking the lead. Otherwise, if they encountered a False God, he would have long since fled without a trace.
"Indeed, we are going to slay a god, but if Mo Yunduan tries to escape, Xue Lingxian and Bai Qinger won't be able to stop him. Only you can," Zhang Ruochen said.
Xiao Hei calmed down, realizing his own importance, and nodded solemnly.
Zhang Ruochen looked back at the battlefield, seeing that even with Xue Lingxian and Bai Qinger joining forces, they could only fight Mo Yunduan to a standstill. Moreover, this was only possible because Haitang Popo continuously launched spiritual power attacks to disrupt Mo Yunduan.
Xue Lingxian and Bai Qinger were indeed very strong, but they could not sustain a divine-level battle for long. Their Supreme Dharma Bodies could not withstand it.
Mo Yunduan clearly intended to drag them to death, fighting fiercely but not resorting to self-damaging forbidden arts that would burn his lifespan or divine soul.
"Now, it's my turn to act."
Zhang Ruochen took out the Ten-Thousand Curse Heavenly Bead, holding it between his hands. Blood fiend qi emanated from his palms as he activated it.
The Ten-Thousand Curse Heavenly Bead emitted a bright radiance, and faintly, low chanting sounds of curses could be heard.
With Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power intensity and cultivation, even activating this Supreme Sacred Artifact, the Ten-Thousand Curse Heavenly Bead, would hardly affect a False God. However, within the Qiankun Realm, there was a top-tier spiritual power Great Saint.
Seven-Handed Old Man.
Seven-Handed Old Man was the only existence in the Hell Realm who could be granted godhood without being a god, known as the "Gambling God." He had escaped death successively from a False God and Bai Qinger, proving the strength of his spiritual power.
Seven-Handed Old Man's spiritual power surged from the Time-Space Divine Martial Mark on Zhang Ruochen's brow, pouring into the Ten-Thousand Curse Heavenly Bead.
"Nether Light Curse," Zhang Ruochen murmured softly.
In the distance, Mo Yunduan slapped Xue Lingxian away with one palm, then swung his war banner. The fluttering banner, like a divine blade, was about to slice across Bai Qinger's neck.
"Whoosh!"
A layer of dark green light emerged, blocking the war banner.
The dark green light formed a sphere ten zhang in diameter, trapping Mo Yunduan inside.
Bai Qinger, still shaken from her narrow escape, glanced at Zhang Ruochen in the distance.
Mo Yunduan naturally knew that Zhang Ruochen had ruined his good opportunity; otherwise, that strike would have avenged the humiliation of having his head severed by Bai Qinger.
Xue Lingxian seized the opportunity, merging man and sword into one, transforming into a sword light of extreme speed that pierced through the Nether Light, stabbing toward Mo Yunduan's brow.
The sword tip entered only half an inch before Mo Yunduan punched out.
"Boom!"
A False God's punch could destroy even a star. Xue Lingxian naturally could not withstand it; his chest caved in, his five organs and six viscera turned to bloody mud, and his body flew out like a cannonball.
Bai Qinger seized the timing even more precisely, like flowing light, slashing down with her blade from behind Mo Yunduan.
"Pfft!"
Mo Yunduan's divine body was split directly in two, becoming two halves.
A large amount of divine blood seeped out from between the two halves of his body.
The left half of his divine body swung the war banner again, the flagpole sweeping across Bai Qinger's body, sending her flying in a completely different direction from Xue Lingxian.
Bai Qinger's injuries compounded; her white clothes had long since been dyed into blood-red garments.
"Blood Devouring Curse," Zhang Ruochen chanted.
Divine clouds rolled as Mo Yunduan's two halves merged back into one.
However, having suffered the attack of Zhang Ruochen's Blood Devouring Curse, a significant amount of divine blood had been lost from his body. Additionally, the crescent-shaped flying blade Bai Qinger wielded contained pure origin power, so even after his divine body re-merged, a blood line remained at the cut.
Both the decapitation strike and the body-splitting strike had inflicted considerable damage on him.
"Damn it! Wasn't it said that False Gods have weak vitality? Why, after being struck twice in vital points by a Supreme Sacred Artifact, does he still act as if nothing happened?" Zhang Ruochen knew that Xue Lingxian and Bai Qinger were severely injured, and naturally felt anxious.
"Weak vitality? Who told you that? Xue Jue War God, or Xue Hou? Compared to them, yes, they are weak. But a False God has cultivated a divine body after all; they are no longer on the same life level as a Great Saint. The difference in vitality is like heaven and earth. Resisting a False God, or escaping from one, is possible, but to defeat a False God, or even slay a god, we must have the resolve to die."
Xiao Hei spoke quite seriously, "Now do you understand how great a debt of gratitude you owe to Haitang Popo and Xue Lingxian for staying to help you? They are helping you with their own lives, helping you stay in the Hell Realm. They respect your choice because you once helped the Kunlun Realm."
"Boom!"
Mo Yunduan broke through the Nether Light Curse, his eyes fierce as he hurled the war banner in his hand.
The war banner released blinding divine light, shooting like an arrow toward Xue Lingxian.
Xue Lingxian forced his injured body to rise, blood flowing like streams from his body, converging upward toward his stone sword. Gritting his teeth, he chanted, "Sword Thirteen..."
Before the sword intent could fully take shape, the war banner pierced through his sword domain.
Haitang Popa appeared before Xue Lingxian, pointing her wooden staff forward, using her spiritual power to form a crystalline, translucent shield, like the boundary wall of a world.
"Boom!"
The war banner shattered the shield, and both Haitang Popo and Xue Lingxian were sent flying.
The wooden staff in Haitang Popo's hand shattered into powder.
Not everyone could withstand a False God's strike, just as not everyone could withstand Wu Ma Jiuxing's blade. Haitang Popo was clearly still some distance from being an Eon-level figure.
"Since you are so troublesome, I will first slay you remnants of the Kunlun Realm."
Mo Yunduan activated a divine ability, taking a single step to arrive before Haitang Popo and Xue Lingxian, stomping down. Countless divine rule patterns appeared on his leg, and a sea of gray lightning condensed beneath his foot.
A god's footstep could annihilate all living beings.
"Boundless Curse."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were bloodshot as he roared.
Mo Yunduan endured the Boundless Curse with his divine soul, his foot becoming as vast as a lake or sea, stomping down with undiminished force.
"Rumble!"
Haitang Popo's gaze was deep and profound as she looked up to the sky, treating life and death as nothing. Her hands spread open, forming finger seals, and she said hoarsely, "Seas change to mulberry fields, flowers bloom on the other shore."
The sound of water arose.
With Haitang Popo at the center, an ocean was born out of thin air, waves rising a thousand zhang.
Above her head, a gorgeous flower bloomed, its radiance reflecting the ocean into a blood-red color, filling the Void Space with the fragrance of flowers.
The bright red flower blocked the stomping divine foot and the gray lightning sea.
"Ants like you dare to defy a god?"
Mo Yunduan's divine body continuously expanded, the power of his divine foot growing stronger and stronger, crushing the bright red flower zhang by zhang. The ocean below was suppressed into stillness.
Blood lines appeared on Haitang Popo's head, spreading to her face, neck, hands, and feet, as if she would shatter along with the flower above.
Xue Lingxian's chest bled profusely. Both hands gripped his sword hilt tightly as tens of thousands of sword qi surged from his body, then like homing birds returning to their nest, they rushed into the stone sword.
"Sword... Thir... teen..."
"Boom!"
Xue Lingxian vanished from his spot, transforming into an earth-shattering sword light that pierced through the gray lightning sea.
Between heaven and earth, no one could stop this sword.
"Pfft!"
The lightning sea dissipated, and Mo Yunduan was pierced through, his divine body shattered into pieces.
Divine blood rained down like a storm onto the ocean beneath Haitang Popo's feet.
"Excellent!"
Xiao Hei roared excitedly.
Zhang Ruochen also revealed a knowing smile. One must know that Xue Lingxian's Sword Thirteen not only cut the physical body but could also sever the divine soul and spiritual power thoughts. A former goddess of the Destiny Temple had died instantly after receiving this sword strike.
No matter how strong a False God's vitality was, he should surely fall now, right?
The smile on Zhang Ruochen's face quickly faded.
He saw that the broken pieces of the divine body floating in the void were actually re-condensing, and even the scattered divine blood flew back.
Mo Yunduan's body appeared before everyone once again.
Mo Yunduan had weakened considerably, saying coldly and heavily, "What a formidable sword strike. If that sword had precisely struck my Divine Sea and Divine Source, I would likely have fallen by now. Unfortunately, I avoided the vital points."
Xue Lingxian was even weaker, yet remained extremely calm, saying, "So what? This strike has already severely wounded you. Your divine soul is on the verge of shattering, is it not?"
"Can you still fight?" Mo Yunduan asked.
Xue Lingxian looked at his own tattered body and shook his head, saying, "If I fought you alone today, I would surely die. But they are still here, enough to kill you."
Mo Yunduan swept his gaze toward Bai Qinger, Zhang Ruochen, Xiao Hei, and Haitang Popo. Knowing that the situation was no longer in his favor, he couldn't help but burst into loud laughter. "Good, very good. You are all first-rate figures of this Eon. But if I, this god, wish to leave, none of you can stop me. All of you wait—especially you two. The Destiny Temple will judge you. The Blood Absolute Family and the Goddess Twelve Pavilions will both face catastrophic disaster because of you."
Mo Yunduan pointed at Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qinger, then waved his hand, tearing open space, intending to return to the Real World.
"Want to leave? Did you ask this Emperor for permission?"
Xiao Hei let out a long roar: "Nine Heavens Ten Earths, Slay Gods and Demons!"
Thirty-one points of light appeared in this Void Space, shining like thirty-one stars.
Among them, three large stars were at the center, while twenty-eight smaller stars revolved around them. These were the Three Enclosures Twenty-Eight Mansions Grand Formation, refined from three Supreme Sacred Artifacts and twenty-eight Monarch Sacred Artifacts.
While Mo Yunduan was fighting Bai Qinger and Xue Lingxian, Xiao Hei had quietly set up the formation, trapping everyone within it.
Just as Mo Yunduan was hesitating in shock, a Golden Crow flew toward him.
The divine fire on the Golden Crow's feathers blazed fiercely as it crashed directly into him.
"Boom!"
The Golden Crow's body exploded, revealing the Supreme Sacred Artifact within—the Golden Crow Ancient Cauldron.
Suffering this sudden heavy blow, Mo Yunduan's old wounds reopened. Cracks half a palm wide appeared on his neck, between his brow and legs, and on his chest, with divine blood gushing out uncontrollably.