Chapter 2919: The Means That Should Be Used in Battle
White Queen's own cultivation had reached the Tai Bai realm. By drawing upon the terrain and formations, she gathered the entire aura of Xinghuantian into herself. Below the Infinite Realm, she could fight any opponent.
However, the moment Qian Mo Sang stepped inside, he shattered all her gathered aura. His cultivation was so profound, it was utterly astonishing.
Having survived five Eon Calamities and cultivated into his sixth eon, with seven hundred thousand years of accumulation, such a figure was exceedingly rare across the entire universe.
With a snap of his fingers, he could destroy a realm and annihilate a clan.
Mo Jie was also greatly shocked. He sat upright, his heart filled with awe, and thought to himself, "What a formidable second-in-command of the Judgment Hall!"
Qian Mo Sang paced forward, standing in the center of the divine hall. Each step was like a thunderclap. "The Heavenly Court army is already on its way to Xinghuantian. City Lord, if you don't confess now, you'll lose your chance!"
White Queen was not at all surprised by the news of the Heavenly Court army's approach.
Now, indeed, it had come to the moment of life and death for Xinghuantian. A choice had to be made.
But how could she choose the Hell Realm?
Once the secret of the God-Defying Clan was exposed by the Shang Clan, Yu Yao, Bai Qinger, herself, and the hidden God-Defying Clan members would all face utter annihilation.
It would also implicate Star Heaven Cliff!
The Shang Clan was certain she wouldn't dare to betray them.
Seeing that White Queen remained unmoved, Qian Mo Sang's eyes turned dark and deep. His imposing aura erupted, pressing down like an avalanche. "The Goddess Twelve Pavilions saved Gu Ya. The Destiny Temple will not forget this debt. It is precisely because your Goddess Twelve Pavilions did this right thing that I am still willing to give you a chance to explain or to choose."
"Bang!"
The hair bun on White Queen's head was scattered by Qian Mo Sang's aura, and her black hair fell down.
Never before had she felt so powerless, so pained and helpless.
A dignified Great God, the ruler of a realm, yet she was as fragile as a withered blade of grass, ready to snap with the slightest bend.
It wasn't because of Mo Jie and Qian Mo Sang.
It was the dual pressure from the Heavenly Court and the Hell Realm!
A hundred thousand years ago, a blazing rage had burned in White Queen's heart. She wanted to fight, to raise her sword against all the gods who threatened and used her. Yet, she had hidden that sword for a hundred thousand years, unable to strike.
It wasn't cowardice, but because she had too many ties, unable to sever her emotions and attachments.
Qian Mo Sang sensed the killing intent emanating from White Queen. "City Lord, your killing intent is strong. Do you wish to fight? That's right. This is Xinghuantian, the Divine Maiden City of the World. The City Lord should have that confidence."
White Queen's long hair flew wildly, and the divine light on her body burned intensely. "What right do you have to make me choose? In the Hell Realm, I only trust Wu Qingzong and Emperor Luo Yan."
White Queen deeply understood the importance of today's decision. Dying would be a release for her, but whether it was the Heavenly Court or the Hell Realm, there were very few who could truly shelter Xinghuantian.
Those with the strength to protect it, and those with the sincere will to do so—there was not a single one.
Once the secret of the God-Defying Clan was exposed, Wu Qingzong and Emperor Luo Yan would never go against the entire Hell Realm for the sake of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions.
Mo Jie stood up, slammed his staff hard against the ground, and snorted coldly, "Stubborn and unyielding. Why waste more words with her? Capturing her and taking control of the formations in the First Divine Maiden City is the top priority. Once the Hell Realm army arrives, we can judge her slowly."
Qian Mo Sang had exhausted all his patience. He nodded. "Indeed, before the Heavenly Court army arrives, we must take control of all the formations within Xinghuantian. Spirit God Mo Jie, make your move!"
The twelve cultivators prostrate on the ground, suppressed by divine power, had despair in their eyes. They knew that today, the Goddess Twelve Pavilions was doomed.
Mo Jie sneered, channeling his spiritual power into his staff.
Outside the divine hall, a fragrance wafted in.
Pink, crystalline peach blossom petals drifted into the hall with the wind.
"Tap, tap."
A tall, straight-backed young man walked in from outside the door and casually closed the divine hall's doors behind him.
The light in the hall dimmed, so much so that even the divine radiance of the three gods could not illuminate it.
Mo Jie stopped, looking at the young man who had barged in. "Who are you, sir?"
"You don't even recognize me? How ignorant you are. It seems the Darkness Temple's establishment of the Spirit God Hall was a complete waste of effort. It would be better for Wu Yue to disband it as soon as possible."
The young man struck his palm against the gap between the two divine doors. With a bang, the doors were dented inward.
The dented area turned red-hot, showing signs of melting.
The two divine doors were welded shut by this palm strike.
The young man turned around. When White Queen saw his face, all color drained from hers.
Mo Jie had truly never seen such a bold cultivator. To barge into a forbidden place like the Divine Maiden Queen's Hall, face three Great God-level powerhouses, and dare to weld the divine doors shut.
Even if the other party's cultivation was formidable and he had enough confidence.
But if just one of the three gods self-detonated their Divine Source, wouldn't he be buried with them?
"Who exactly are you?"
Mo Jie's staff turned dark, as if it had become a black hole devouring everything in the world. Dense black lightning bolts shot out from the staff.
"Calamity of Darkness!"
Mo Jie swung his staff...
The young man walked forward, his expression cold and stern. He casually struck out with his palm.
Like swatting a fly.
Mo Jie's body exploded directly, turning into a beautiful array of peach blossoms that scattered all over the floor.
Only petals, no bones.
A spiritual power expert comparable to a Tai Bai realm Great God was now completely dead, his spiritual power thoughts and divine soul all extinguished.
Everything happened in an instant. Mo Jie had no chance to dodge, flee, or even let out a scream.
The twelve cultivators of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions lying on the ground were even more terrified than before. The young man before them was clearly handsome, with no divine power fluctuations, yet he was more terrifying than the God of Death.
The life of a god seemed incredibly fragile before him.
"Peach Blossom Calamity!"
Qian Mo Sang uttered these three words in an extremely complex and deep tone. Then, he took out a war weapon that was neither a sword nor a blade, and the Gate of Destiny appeared behind him.
He was extremely cautious. "Unexpected, truly unexpected. The new leader of the Heaven's Assassination Organization is actually you, Xuan Yi!"
Peach Blossom Calamity was the most famous assassination technique of the Heaven's Assassination Organization.
True God Xuan Yi took a deep breath. All the peach blossom petals that had transformed from Mo Jie's corpse were sucked into his abdomen.
He closed his eyes to refine them. "Not exactly new. I've been the leader of the Heaven's Assassination Organization for a long time. But for a god who has lived as long as you, even a hundred thousand years is still new."
"The Heaven's Assassination Organization has offended no small number of forces. Aren't you afraid of your identity being exposed?" Qian Mo Sang said.
True God Xuan Yi still kept his eyes closed. "What a stupid question. To tell you the truth, quite a few cultivators know this secret. But they're all dead!"
Qian Mo Sang swung the Great Judgment Azure Blade. Its speed was as fast as light.
In an instant, this sub-divine-rank Supreme Sacred Artifact was pushed to its limit by his divine power, emitting azure divine flames.
True God Xuan Yi stood still, his eyes closed, breathing evenly. Only the five fingers of his right hand formed a hand seal.
He didn't even release the seal.
Yet Qian Mo Sang's divine body shook violently. All his power was broken, and he was forced backward.
"This is the power of space!"
Qian Mo Sang was shocked beyond words. He never imagined that with his five eons of cultivation, facing Xuan Yi, he would be defeated in a single blow.
"No, this is the power of heaven and earth!"
True God Xuan Yi opened his eyes. Billions of brilliant lights surged from his pupils.
"Bang!"
Struck by some unknown attack, the Gate of Destiny behind Qian Mo Sang shattered, turning into countless Fate Rules and clouds of divine Qi.
Qian Mo Sang let out a great roar and unfolded his Divine Realm World.
"The Divine Realm World is not meant for battle. It is a gift from the heavens, used to evolve worlds and to comprehend the world through that evolution. You've got it wrong!"
True God Xuan Yi's voice sounded beside Qian Mo Sang's right ear.
Qian Mo Sang turned his head to look to the right.
True God Xuan Yi pressed out with his palm, forcibly pushing Qian Mo Sang's half-unfolded Divine Realm World back into his body.
Qian Mo Sang's entire body bled, and he let out a miserable roar.
True God Xuan Yi's second palm had already struck, landing heavily on Qian Mo Sang's chest. The armor on his body was dented, and his divine body crashed heavily to the ground.
"Boom!"
Countless formation inscriptions emerged in the divine hall, light patterns appearing one after another.
Qian Mo Sang did not die, but the twelve cultivators of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions, including the Lower-rank God Pavilion Master, were all shaken to death by the shockwaves of their battle, turning into dust.
"Fight!"
Qian Mo Sang roared, burning his divine blood within.
"Pfft!"
True God Xuan Yi moved with lightning speed. His two fingers, like swords, pierced through the Supreme Sacred Artifact armor on Qian Mo Sang's body and dug out a Divine Source from within.
It was only after the Divine Source was dug out that Qian Mo Sang's cry of "Fight!" was uttered.
Qian Mo Sang's divine blood burned, and his battle intent boiled. But when he stood up, he saw True God Xuan Yi holding a Divine Source in his bloody hand.
He looked down at his chest and saw a bloody hole.
True God Xuan Yi put the Divine Source into his bosom. "See? This is the means that should be used in battle. Don't confuse cultivation with combat."
Qian Mo Sang roared in anger, his roar filled with despair yet also containing infinite battle intent. He swung the Azure Blade, weakly slashing at True God Xuan Yi.
True God Xuan Yi flicked his sleeve, forming a vortex of divine force. He shredded Qian Mo Sang's divine body into bloody mud, then turned it into a bloody mist. Together with the Azure Blade, he collected it all into his sleeve.
The Divine Maiden Queen's Hall fell silent.
Only White Queen's breathing could be heard!
True God Xuan Yi's gaze fixed on her. "Speak! Where are Desolate Heaven and the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor?"
White Queen's chest heaved violently, her breathing rapid. She couldn't control the fear in her heart. "I don't know what you're talking about. The one who fought the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor was the War God Xue Jue. The two of them entered the Void Space and then had no further aura. No one knows where they are now."
"There's no reason for the War God Xue Jue to kill the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor, is there?" True God Xuan Yi's eyes were like swords.
"But that is the fact," White Queen said.
True God Xuan Yi saw no flaw in her. He nodded, walked to a window of the hall, opened it, and looked out at the sky. "I hope it was indeed the War God Xue Jue who made the move. That way, the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor can survive, and you can live as well."