Chapter 394: Divine King Night Slays Saint Lords
An overwhelming pressure shook the entire Divine City, causing everyone to tremble, a chill penetrating straight to their bones.
Jiang Taixu’s divine might overshadowed the world. He single-handedly charged into a group of top-tier experts as if entering an unguarded territory, with no one able to stop him!
He strode through shattered void, invincible, more leisurely than strolling in a courtyard. In an instant, he sent three Saint Lord-rank figures flying, none able to withstand him.
“Dong!”
An ancient demon made his move, his divine sense surging like an ocean, transforming into a bloody expanse that rolled forward with overwhelming force, attacking Jiang Taixu with unparalleled terrifying mental power.
The Divine King showed no fear. His hand blotted out the sky as he slammed it down, using his physical body to directly clash with this law-infused mental force.
“Crack!”
The Peerless Divine King’s strike shattered the power of the laws with his hand, splitting the bloody ocean into pieces, scattering it into wave after wave that collapsed into the void.
That ancient demon let out a great cry, tumbling backward in a somersault. After four thousand years, his first clash resulted in a severe loss, and a chill rose in his heart.
“The time to slay the Divine King is at hand! If we join forces, we can finish him off!” shouted one of the thirteen Saint Lord-rank figures.
Jiang Taixu’s white robes fluttered, his bearing heroic and towering, his eyes deeper than the starry sky. He showed no expression, revealing neither heartache nor anger.
He was without joy or sorrow, his clothes unstained by dust, his divine might awe-inspiring. He moved through the world like a dragon, as if enveloped in a layer of sacred radiance. Every gesture and movement embodied the style of a peerless expert.
“Pfft!”
The one who had just shouted was struck by the Divine King’s attack from afar. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward!
The Divine King’s combat power was astonishing. Such methods stunned everyone present, leaving none without a chill in their hearts. If this continued, everyone here might meet their end.
“Don’t panic! Steady yourselves! He alone is no match for us!” roared an ancient demon.
Thirteen Great Powers, plus three ancient demons—each was a dominant figure in their own domain, capable of looking down on the world. They were all top-tier figures of the present age.
Such individuals could hardly ever be united, for their status was too transcendent. They were the masters of this land, second to none in dignity.
Yet now, they had broken precedent and joined forces, formidable enough to slay gods and buddhas alike. There was almost no one in this world who could oppose them.
However, they did not possess the confidence to shatter the heavens and crush all obstacles. The Divine King before them was too powerful, stirring ominous premonitions within them.
“Kill!”
Six or seven of the thirteen Saint Lord-rank figures charged forward together. The three ancient demons activated their powerful divine senses, ready to strike from the shadows and slay the Divine King.
But Jiang Taixu’s strength exceeded their imagination. Wherever he passed, the void shattered, and nothing could block him.
Evading the combined strike of six or seven Saint Lords, he appeared almost instantly before one of them. He swung his fist, piercing through the void, and aimed at a Great Power’s chest.
This person was the weakest. Earlier, when Jiang Taixu first revived, two divine beams shot from his eyes, piercing through this man’s head and nearly killing him.
That Great Power had lost his combat ability for a time. Despite lengthy healing, he had only recovered most of his strength, but his vitality was severely damaged.
Now, with Jiang Taixu before him, every hair on his body stood on end. Sensing immense danger, he turned to retreat.
He moved like a ghost, faster than almost anyone in the world, like a wisp of smoke—ethereal and elusive.
But all this was futile. Jiang Taixu moved through the shattered void, tearing heaven and earth apart, appearing before him in an instant.
This was a shocking method—not a secret art of void traversal, but purely his own power. There was no trace of effort; his movements were utterly natural.
It was as if a deity had descended, overlooking the earth, gazing down on all living beings, walking through the mortal world with no opponent in sight.
Jiang Taixu’s hand struck out. “Hum—” A soft tremor sounded. The force seemed not very great, but it instantly caused the void to collapse.
That Saint Lord-rank figure screamed. He found himself as if branded into the void, like a painting nailed to a wall, unable to move an inch.
Boundless killing intent, like a river of stars pouring down, struck him fully, filling his heart with endless terror.
“Slap!”
The sound of death rang out. This Saint Lord-rank figure was shattered into four or five pieces by Jiang Taixu’s hand, sending up a spray of blood.
“Pfft”
Then, his broken body let out a soft sound, turning into a pool of bloody mud. His form and spirit were utterly annihilated.
Everyone was stunned, almost unable to believe it. A top-tier figure had been killed like this, reduced to the dust of history.
This was extremely terrifying. Everyone present was a Great Power, overlooking the vast earth, striding proudly through the world. How many experts could contend with them?
Yet what happened before them was so dreadful. Even as strong as they were, they could not withstand a single blow from the Peerless Divine King, reduced to ashes in an instant.
“No need to fear! This man was already severely wounded and lost his combat ability. We will not be so easily defeated!”
These people had firm wills. None were weaklings; all were extraordinary figures who dominated their regions. Naturally, they would not give up.
At this moment, the twelve Saint Lord-rank figures retreated together, joining forces to unleash a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering strike!
“Boom!”
This was an unimaginably terrifying power. Everyone in the Divine City felt it, as if a peerless demonic abyss had opened, devouring the entire world.
Within the Divine City, everyone was shocked, cold sweat pouring from their bodies. Setting aside the Extreme Imperial Weapons, such divine might had not been heard of in countless years.
All were horrified, their bodies trembling involuntarily. Enveloped by such an aura, they instantly associated it with apocalyptic destruction, a chilling thought.
Before the Dragon Transformation Pool, the void was like a thin windowpane, easily torn apart. A thousand divine forces, ten thousand dao powers surged in a vast impact.
Jiang Taixu’s white robes fluttered, his bearing peerless. He stood in the void, lightly drawing a line before him, severing the heavens!
Many top-tier figures were shocked to find that this world-sweeping strike could not even approach!
Jiang Taixu, clearly standing not far away, gave the feeling of being separated by an entire world, infinitely distant.
The twelve Saint Lord-rank figures’ divine power had boiled over, like an ocean surging, monstrous waves tearing at the clouds and splitting the sky!
But when this power neared Jiang Taixu, it all vanished into the broken void before him, as if plunging into a bottomless abyss, disappearing without a trace.
Severing the heavens—this was a heaven-defying technique!
No matter how vast your magical power or endless your divine arts, they had no effect. All were guided into another realm, unable to touch a single hair of Divine King Jiang.
“Kill!”
The twelve Great Powers were no ordinary men. They shouted the word “kill” in unison, and twelve small realms materialized, extremely mysterious!
Some were like pure lands of flowers and birdsong, others like dark, lightless underworlds, some like colorful glazed worlds, and still others like boundless bloody purgatories…
Twelve small worlds, each different, simultaneously pressed toward the void, seeking to fill the severed heavens.
They were using their “Dao” to mend heaven and earth, aiming to shatter Jiang Taixu’s divine technique and reduce him to ashes!
Within each small world, countless mysterious patterns appeared, as if creating heaven and earth, evolving the great worlds of the cosmos!
This was the law of the twelve Saint Lords, interwoven together, almost comparable to the Great Dao. It emitted a grand celestial sound, as if drifting from ancient times.
The Divine City rumbled, on the verge of collapse. Everyone was stunned. The celestial sound of the Dao was like a tsunami, like thousands of troops and horses galloping, deafening to the ears.
“Hum!”
Divine King Jiang pierced through the void, vanishing from the perception of the twelve top-tier experts entirely.
Though the twelve Saint Lord-rank figures were powerful, they were not one entity. United, they could shatter heaven and earth, but facing a peerless expert, they could not act as naturally as one.
“Boom!”
The Divine King burst forth. The Ancient Devouring Demon Jar hovered above his head, and five-colored dao patterns appeared beneath his feet. He was like a divine lord descending to the mortal world, overlooking all living beings, appearing directly among the twelve Great Powers.
This was not the Ji Family’s Grand Void Art. He was purely relying on his physical body to pierce through heaven and earth. Such strength made everyone’s heart tremble.
“Hum!”
Jiang Taixu threw a punch, striking at three Saint Lords. So domineering, he treated top-tier figures like weeds, displaying an air of “who else but me” and “I alone am supreme.”
This was the Peerless Divine King!
“Boom!”
He struck within the crowd. The twelve Great Powers, filled with dread, unleashed the order of heaven and earth, attacking the Divine King together.
However, the twelve Saint Lord-rank figures were somewhat constrained. A careless move could severely wound an ally, for they were too close.
The Ancient Devouring Demon Jar emitted dazzling light, like a whale swallowing or an ox drinking, dissolving the law power of nine Saint Lords, completely blocking it outside.
Meanwhile, Jiang Taixu himself, like a deity, threw a punch, sending the three Saint Lords before him flying, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
One of them, in particular, coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, clearly severely injured, barely able to stand.
The Divine King’s white robes billowed. The Ancient Devouring Demon Jar above his head shattered the void as he appeared before this man. His eyes were cold and merciless, and a great hand descended.
“Slap!”
Under the Divine King’s hand, another top-tier expert was annihilated in form and spirit. A Saint Lord-rank figure was crushed to powder, leaving nothing behind.
Alas, an unparalleled expert who could sweep across a region had become dust, forever vanished from the mortal world.
At this moment, after killing a Saint Lord-rank figure, the Divine King turned his gaze to the eternally departed Caiyun Fairy in the Dragon Transformation Pool, his eyes filled with endless sorrow.
Even if he was invincible under heaven and could kill everyone, his beloved could never be revived. He was powerless to turn back time, and his heart was filled with boundless grief.
For four thousand years as if one day, she had silently waited for his return, only to die in his arms in the end. The Divine King was desolate, wanting to shed tears but unable to let them flow.
“Hum!”
The void was pierced. The three ancient demons suddenly struck, launching the most terrifying assassination. They had been waiting for an opportunity and finally found this sole opening.
The three ancient demons had been top-tier experts over four thousand years ago, once contending with Jiang Taixu. Though they could no longer cultivate their physical bodies, their divine sense had reached a sublime state, with few able to match them.
Three streams of divine sense, like three oceans—blood-red, emerald, and black—extinguished all obstacles, striking instantly before him.
This was supreme mental pressure, a manifestation of the Great Dao, interweaving endless law power, causing the Divine City to tremble.
Even the powerful Saint Lord-rank figures felt a chill. If struck, they would surely be reduced to ashes, capable of destroying all things in the world.
Within the Divine City, many felt as if the end of the world had come, trembling uncontrollably.
“Boom!”
The Peerless Divine King had long seen through all this. Even in his sorrow, he did not neglect his surroundings. His black hair danced wildly, and two brilliant divine beams shot from his eyes, striking at the central ancient demon.
Meanwhile, his left and right hands traced the trajectory of the Great Dao, pressing forward to meet the other two ancient demons.
“Hum!”
At the same time, the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar suspended above him trembled, letting down thousands upon thousands of auspicious rays, blocking the eleven Saint Lord-rank figures and isolating them to the side.
“Boom!”
The Divine King’s two great hands appeared covered in mysterious patterns, bearing the imprints of the Dao. They clashed with the two ancient demons’ strongest divine sense laws, producing thunderous sounds.
With his hands, he slapped apart the terrifying divine sense of the two peerless demons, sending them flying backward, coughing up blood.
As for the central peerless demon, he collided with the Divine King’s shocking divine sense. Between them, it was as if tens of thousands of great stars had fallen, emitting countless terrifying beams of light.
This fluctuation shook people’s souls. Many in the Divine City collapsed directly to the ground, their hearts filled with terror, nearly suffocating.
“Boom!”
The peerless ancient demon’s body shattered into four or five pieces. His head was pierced through by Jiang Taixu’s divine sense, blooming like a thousand flowers—red blood and white brains splattering everywhere.
The peerless ancient demon had cultivated bitterly for a lifetime, surviving in the world for over four thousand years. His greatest strength was divine sense attacks, yet he was utterly defeated on this path.
The Divine King shattered him with his shocking divine sense!
The peerless ancient demon, half-human, half-ghost, released bursts of black mist as his body split, filling the air with endless deathly aura, as if opening the gates of the underworld.
The Yinming Grass had caused all this. This was how he had lived for over four thousand years without dying.
The Divine King raised his hand and wiped. Divine radiance surged like a tide, purifying the entire world in an instant. The Yinming aura vanished, and the ancient demon was reduced to ashes.
“Jiang Taixu, you… your divine sense is also this powerful?!”
The other two ancient demons were utterly horrified, their hearts and minds nearly shattered. They kept retreating.
They had consumed Yinming Grass, nourishing their divine sense to an unimaginable degree. They had thought their mental power would surpass the Divine King’s, but they were still no match!
The Divine King’s heart was filled with grief, but his face was calm and unruffled, offering no response.
For four thousand years, he had hovered between life and death. The divine sense he had tempered was indestructible. What in this world could withstand it?
The three peerless ancient demons, even with their nourished divine sense, could not compare to the Divine King’s bitter cultivation. Their defeat and death were inevitable!
“Attack together! Kill him!”
The eleven Great Powers and two peerless ancient demons shouted in unison, but not a single one stepped forward.
Jiang Taixu, white as snow, elegant as jade, looked the same as four thousand years ago. Yet he was no longer spirited and vigorous; his eyes held endless sorrow.
The Ancient Devouring Demon Jar hovered above his head. He swept his gaze over everyone and stepped forward step by step. The eleven Saint Lord-rank figures and two peerless ancient demons involuntarily retreated.
Such was the invincible style of the Peerless Divine King!
In the past, he had roamed the Eastern Wasteland, hailed as the number one in combat power over five thousand years. Even after vanishing for over four thousand years, no one had forgotten him.
Now, the Peerless Divine King had returned from death, even stronger than before, striking fear into the hearts of many Saint Lords and two peerless ancient demons.
Alone against a group of top-tier experts, he moved as if through an unguarded territory, startling the masters of this land into constant retreat. What a sight!
The Divine King had emerged, returned from death, peerless and transcendent. Who could contend with him?