Chapter 939: Scene of World Annihilation
Madam Mu clearly understood what Bie Yanghong intended to convey and said, "You have no chance."
Bie Yanghong said no more. He shook his right arm, and his sleeve tore through the air with a sharp crack.
Countless waves of air pressure, carrying a muffled thunderous roar, surged toward Madam Mu.
Few would notice that, contrary to his forward motion, a small arrow made of emerald jade flew silently toward the sky above the Red River.
If that emerald jade arrow could break through the clouds and ride the wind to escape, it would travel eighty thousand miles to notify the human strongholds in the capital and the southern lands. Attached to that arrow was a wisp of his divine soul—no words were needed, for the information was inherent.
Yet, the very moment the emerald jade arrow emitted its first glimmer of light in the high heavens, the sky suddenly darkened, as if night had fallen.
The Black Robe, standing beneath a tree, flicked his sleeve, transforming into a shroud of darkness. This not only blocked the path of the emerald jade arrow but also obscured the celestial mechanisms all around.
Infinite Green let out a sharp cry. His horsetail whisk transformed into countless turbulent streams, enveloping the cliffside terrace. The aura of annihilation spread outward, coalescing into a vast sea of lotuses.
Deep within that lotus sea, a single lotus bloomed. It swayed with the wind, drifted with the water's current, and though it seemed slow, it moved with extreme speed toward the horizon.
Madam Mu's expression remained indifferent. Her sleeves fluttered upward, stirring the winds high in the sky.
That wind came from the Western Sea, carrying a damp chill that cut like real blades, slicing the thick sea of clouds into countless fragments.
Countless white clouds, like a flock of sheep, descended upon the damp, wild primeval forest. The flow of energy between heaven and earth instantly slowed by countless degrees, becoming thick and viscous.
Infinite Green grunted softly, sensing that the lotus formed from his true essence had suddenly slowed. Though it hadn't shattered, it could no longer escape.
Bie Yanghong's expression remained as calm as before, unaffected.
The emerald jade arrow was not Bie Yanghong's true move, nor was it his strongest.
He used the emerald jade arrow to draw the Black Robe's attention, while Infinite Green used the lotus sea to capture Madam Mu's gaze. Then, he struck.
A cultivator's hand can grasp a sword, hold a staff, or form a palm with fingers together, but the simplest posture is to clench it into a fist.
Bie Yanghong clenched his fist and drove it toward the Black Robe beneath the tree.
After witnessing the Heavenly Sea Sacred Empress's fist during the incident at the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, Bie Yanghong's most powerful technique had also become the fist.
Between him and the Black Robe, there were still several hundred zhang of distance, yet a dark passage suddenly appeared.
The nameless little tree by the cliff swayed violently. A fist condensed from starlight shot through that passage at an unimaginable speed, carrying a force that could split mountains and part seas, and slammed toward the Black Robe's face. Before it even made contact, the shockwave caused the Black Robe's robes to whistle and snap.
The Black Robe's composure faltered slightly. Light from the sky fell, faintly revealing his pale green chin and two eyes like cold stars.
Looking at Bie Yanghong's fist, the Black Robe's eyes showed both admiration and caution.
Whether as the Demon Race's military strategist or in another identity, he had seen many truly legendary-level powerhouses, and he himself was one of them.
Yet Bie Yanghong's fist still made him feel threatened. He knew he had to take it very seriously.
A dark, lusterless iron plate appeared before him.
With a thunderous boom!
Bie Yanghong's fist struck the iron plate with tremendous force.
This iron plate had already suffered severe damage in the past. Now, enduring a full-force strike from a Sacred Domain powerhouse, it let out a cracking sound and deformed.
The Black Robe's body swayed twice, then he took two steps back.
With a soft hum, the small tree behind him turned into countless fragments, swept away by the wind, vanishing without a trace.
On a cliff about thirty li away, on the opposite bank of the Red River, dozens of deep cracks suddenly appeared.
Countless rocks tumbled down with a rustling sound. That cliff split in two, and with a heavy grinding noise, it collapsed into the river, sending up towering waves.
The true power of a Sacred Domain powerhouse's full-force strike could indeed sever mountains and block rivers!
Yet Bie Yanghong's sense of vigilance only grew stronger.
Regarding the mysterious Demon Race military strategist, the Black Robe, the continent had always had many speculations.
As a human powerhouse, Bie Yanghong was no exception.
Everyone knew the Black Robe was inevitably a legendary-level powerhouse, but no one knew exactly how strong he was.
Whether in the era of Emperor Taizong and Wang Zhiche or the present, aside from Su Li, no one had ever fought the Black Robe.
And even Su Li's encounter had been primarily about breaking through an encirclement, making it impossible to accurately judge the Black Robe's strength from the outcome of that battle.
Until today, Bie Yanghong threw this punch at him.
Bie Yanghong was not an arrogant man, but he knew his own combat power among human strongholds. This punch had used ninety percent of his strength.
Yet the Black Robe had blocked it so easily.
That iron plate was likely a divine artifact, but even so, the Black Robe's strength still seemed unfathomable.
But it didn't matter.
Because even this punch was not Bie Yanghong's strongest move, nor his true one.
He understood very well that the key to today's battle was not whether he and his wife could defeat their opponents, but whether he could notify the human powerhouses.
Thus, whether it was the emerald jade arrow, the lotus sea, or this punch, they were all diversions.
In the instant he threw that punch, the thin string on his little finger had silently snapped.
The Little Red Flower was now in the sky.
Neither the Black Robe nor Madam Mu could stop its departure.
The Little Red Flower flew away at an unimaginable speed, drawing a thin red line across the azure sky.
A single white cloud still hung silently in the sky.
If someone had been watching that cloud from the very beginning, they would have noticed that whether it was Bie Yanghong and Infinite Green breaking through the clouds to descend, the Black Robe revealing his true form, or the wind from the Western Sea raging so fiercely, none of it had changed the cloud's shape in the slightest—it hadn't even trembled.
That white cloud was extremely thick, which should have made it appear darker, but against the surrounding clear blue sky, it remained pure white, as if it weren't real.
The Little Red Flower flew into that white cloud and then vanished.
Not that it flew out of the cloud and disappeared into the blue sky or the distance—it simply vanished.
Bie Yanghong hadn't noticed the cloud at first. Only now did he suddenly sense something and looked up sharply.
The cliffside terrace fell silent.
Neither he nor Infinite Green, nor Madam Mu or the Black Robe, made another move.
That white cloud began to flow slowly, then gradually split apart.
A crack appeared in the middle of the cloud. From the ground, looking up from afar, it resembled an eye.
That eye was gazing down upon the life on this continent.
A beam of light shot out from that crack.
That light was golden, containing an unimaginable radiance, appearing extremely sacred.
But that light was also utterly murderous, as if it could crush all things and destroy everything.
Bie Yanghong vaguely guessed the answer, shocked to the core, and murmured, "Are you not afraid of bringing about the end of the world?"