Chapter 2819: Divine Sword in Hand
On the divine platform.
The withered, tree-like Jue Miao Chan Nu opened her eyes and said, “Do you truly believe I have no strength left to fight back?”
Seeing Jue Miao Chan Nu so composed, Mohe Yan felt a flicker of fear in his heart. His feet shifted, one forward and one back, ready to flee the stone temple at any moment.
After all, a great god like Chi Xingtian, whose head had been severed, still possessed terrifying combat power.
Wu Jiang let out a long laugh: “If the Chan Nu still had the strength to strike, would she have given me the chance to stand here and speak?”
“I gave you the chance to speak because I thought you might beg for mercy. If you begged, given my friendship with Wen Tong, I could still spare your life,” Jue Miao Chan Nu said.
Wu Jiang said, “Do you think I’ll believe that?”
“Of course you won’t. But if you don’t believe, you’ll die. Because I still have one strike left, and only one strike. It can kill at least one of the two of you. Of course, after that strike, I’ll die too,” Jue Miao Chan Nu said.
This statement made Wu Jiang and Mohe Yan somewhat believe her.
A great god, no matter how fallen, could easily kill a Bu Tian realm god with a desperate strike.
While Wu Jiang and Mohe Yan hesitated, Jue Miao Chan Nu continued, “Mohe Yan, I have no enmity with you. As an old-established god, your strength is not weak. If you kill Wu Jiang, I will not only grant you the opportunity to break through to Upper-Level God but also give you a Supreme Sacred Artifact. You must understand, only by becoming an Upper-Level God can you have a chance to survive the Eon Calamity.”
Wu Jiang said, “Don’t listen to her. She’s trying to sow discord between us.”
Mohe Yan said, “Of course I won’t believe her nonsense. Besides, I’m no match for Lord Wu Jiang. If I believed her, wouldn’t I be seeking death?”
“Don’t worry. After she’s dead, you’ll get your share, far more than what she promised,” Wu Jiang said.
Jue Miao Chan Nu said, “Mohe Yan, you must understand. Wu Jiang cannot allow any witness to leave the Abyss of Darkness alive. To him, that would be a huge threat.”
Before she even finished speaking, Wu Jiang struck like lightning, unleashing the Dark Domain Heaven Net to attack Mohe Yan beside him.
Jue Miao Chan Nu was far too clever and too infuriating.
Wu Jiang had originally planned to deal with her first, then kill Mohe Yan by surprise to claim all the benefits. But being exposed by Jue Miao Chan Nu forced him to strike first.
Mohe Yan acted almost simultaneously with Wu Jiang. With his years of cultivation and accumulation, plus his Middle-Level God cultivation, his combat power was actually not much weaker than Wu Jiang, a representative figure of the Eon level.
But he lost in terms of war weapons.
Caught by the Dark Domain Heaven Net, a supreme treasure, he had no chance to resist. Metal spikes infused with powerful dark force pierced through his divine body, turning him into a hedgehog.
The Dark Domain Heaven Net sealed his divine qi, devoured his divine body’s flesh and blood, and consumed his divine soul.
“Roar!”
Mohe Yan let out a hoarse roar, but it was useless.
The metal spikes of the Dark Domain Heaven Net had pierced every inch of his bones, including his divine sea.
While unleashing the Dark Domain Heaven Net, Wu Jiang also threw the iron-strip divine sword, which shot like a radiant divine spear, striking Jue Miao Chan Nu’s neck on the divine platform.
“Bang!”
The divine sword pierced through Jue Miao Chan Nu’s neck, pinning half her body to the stone wall behind her.
Seeing this, Wu Jiang’s eyes were filled with wild, manic laughter.
This time, he had gambled correctly.
Jue Miao Chan Nu was full of lies, only trying to intimidate him. She had no strike left.
If Wu Jiang had known enough about the Withering Death Art, he would have struck earlier. Because the Withering Death Art was truly terrifying—not even great gods could resist it, and even a God Venerable would become as weak as an ordinary mortal.
“Haha! The Chan Nu is truly formidable. You almost scared me! If I hadn’t known that once you recovered, there would be no place for me in the Hell Realm, I might not have dared to take the risk.”
Wu Jiang, in the posture of an absolute victor, looked at the broken, withered half-body nailed to the stone wall. His heart was filled with unprecedented joy, even greater than the delight of defeating peak contemporaries like Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen.
Beside him, Mohe Yan’s agonized howls echoed.
He had already transformed into his divine beast form, divine blood flowing freely, pain penetrating his marrow, his divine soul seemingly torn apart.
But Jue Miao Chan Nu remained very calm, saying nothing. Not because she couldn’t speak anymore, nor because she had accepted her fate. Only because she knew that any words she spoke now would only make Wu Jiang more excited and joyful.
Making an enemy happy, even just a little, would only add to her humiliation and pain.
Wu Jiang walked to the divine platform and said, “The Chan Nu’s lifelong cultivation has not been easy. You were probably close to reaching the level of a King or Venerable. Today, I will borrow your cultivation to forge the divine realm world of my Nether Kingdom.”
“Whoosh!”
Wu Jiang extended a hand, and a black hole the size of a wine cup appeared in his palm. The dark force erupted fully.
For cultivators of the Path of Darkness, the strongest method was devouring.
Darkness devours everything.
It can absorb others’ cultivation and transform it into one’s own power.
The black hole in Wu Jiang’s palm unleashed an overwhelmingly powerful devouring force, twisting the space within the stone temple into a spiral shape. The divine qi, rules, divine soul, and spiritual power within Jue Miao Chan Nu flowed like streams into the black hole, entering Wu Jiang’s body.
“Haha!”
Wu Jiang reveled in the ultimate pleasure of the world, laughing wildly with excitement.
On the Heaven Hunting Battlefield, he had obtained half the fortune of his clan star, cultivating an unparalleled Dao domain, the Nether Kingdom. If he could use Jue Miao Chan Nu’s entire cultivation to transform the Nether Kingdom into a divine realm world, he would surely step into the Middle-Level God realm in one go.
From then on, below the great gods, who else would he need to fear?
“Clang! Clang! Clang…”
Suddenly, the iron-strip divine sword, still embedded in Jue Miao Chan Nu’s neck, erupted with waves of powerful energy fluctuations, trembling slightly.
Wu Jiang’s smile vanished, and his brow furrowed. He sensed that the divine sword, for some reason, was slipping from his control.
“Shua!”
The iron-strip divine sword blazed with intense light, gold tinged with red, red tinged with fire, flying out of Jue Miao Chan Nu’s neck and slashing toward Wu Jiang.
The moment it swung, the temperature inside the stone temple soared, as if a sun had been placed within.
Caught off guard, Wu Jiang could only thrust his arm forward, meeting the strike with the black hole in his palm.
“Boom!”
A deafening roar followed, and a large amount of divine blood splattered.
The divine sword’s sharpness was unparalleled.
Half of Wu Jiang’s palm was severed by the iron-strip divine sword. His body was sent flying, crashing heavily into the stone wall of the temple, then falling lightly like a paper figure, landing on one knee.
He stared warily at Jue Miao Chan Nu, who had fallen back onto the divine platform, thinking she had seized control of the divine sword and unleashed this strike.
But the divine sword transformed into a streak of fiery light, flying out of the stone temple.
At the temple’s entrance stood a figure, who caught the divine sword.
The divine sword let out a joyful ring and spoke in a human voice: “Only a true peerless Sword God is worthy of me, Old Six.”
“But I haven’t yet achieved godhood through martial arts.”
Zhang Ruochen’s voice came from the temple entrance, reaching Wu Jiang’s ears.
The sword spirit said, “You will definitely achieve godhood through martial arts, and you will become a peerless Sword God. Because your Sword Dao Sacred Intent is unparalleled, and your sword soul is the strongest under heaven.”
Only then did Wu Jiang realize that the master this divine sword spirit spoke of was actually Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen had already entered the stone temple, his figure upright and distinguished, looking toward Wu Jiang.
Wu Jiang had already stood up, standing even straighter than Zhang Ruochen. If not for his severed half-palm, he would have looked completely unharmed. He reached out to retrieve the bloody severed hand on the ground.
“Shua!”
Zhang Ruochen moved like a phantom, stabbing the divine sword through the severed hand first.
On the divine sword, a flash of sword light erupted, and thousands of sword qi flew out, tearing the severed hand into a mist of blood. The destructive power of the divine sword even turned the blood mist into a ball of flame.
“Zhang Ruochen, do you dare to be my enemy?”
Wu Jiang raised his severed hand, furious, feeling that Zhang Ruochen was far too arrogant and reckless.
The wound on his severed hand was invaded by the divine sword’s sword qi, making it difficult to heal, and divine blood continued to drip.
“Haven’t we always been enemies?” Zhang Ruochen asked, somewhat puzzled, finding Wu Jiang’s thinking hard to understand.
Suddenly, Wu Jiang laughed, because he realized there were no other gods outside the stone temple.
“So you came here alone.” Wu Jiang laughed even more heartily, feeling like a child of destiny, encountering all the good fortune.
Zhang Ruochen said, “Why are you laughing so happily?”
“Of course I’m happy. Any god encountering such good fortune today would laugh uncontrollably,” Wu Jiang said, waving his hand. “Alright, I know you, Zhang Ruochen, are still immersed in the self-satisfaction of worldly myths, completely unaware of the gap between yourself and a true god.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “Have you forgotten that I am a Source Envoy?”
“This isn’t the Ancient Desolate Ruins City or the outside world. This is the Abyss of Darkness. There are few Source rules here. This is a world of dark force. Of course, once you leave the Abyss of Darkness, the Source Envoy is still powerful. But by then, the Source Envoy will be me.”
Wu Jiang took a step forward, manifesting the Nether Kingdom. Within the small stone temple, black palaces, bloodstone walls, bone divine mountains, and other sights appeared, like a scene from a real underworld.
Rule divine patterns pressed in from all directions, landing on Zhang Ruochen.
“Break!”
Zhang Ruochen unleashed the Eternal Return Dao Domain, activating thirty times the attack power, combining it with the “One” character Sword Dao Sacred Intent. He swung the divine sword, heavy as a star, slashing downward.
The Nether Kingdom that Wu Jiang had manifested was like a map made of paper, split in two by the divine sword, torn apart.
With the sword spirit’s assistance, the divine sword’s power when it could not mobilize the sword spirit was worlds apart.
With the divine sword in hand, one could dare to fight a Lower-Level True God even as a False God.
The power of a divine artifact was unmatched by any war weapon. Zhang Ruochen was stronger than a False God, so why wouldn’t he dare to fight Wu Jiang?