Chapter 818: The Divine King Does Not Kill
The White-Robed Divine King’s bearing remained as peerless as ever. As he made his move, people’s blood surged, and they roared along with him, their hearts ablaze with passion.
In the sky, that blood-colored divine furnace radiated immeasurable light, crimson clouds swirling, divine principles endless, the rumbling of the Great Dao unceasing.
Six ancient kings bent their backs and bent their knees, unable to withstand the divine might. Even united in resistance, it was useless; every bone in their bodies creaked, on the verge of exploding.
The heavens and earth were a vast expanse of white, filled with light and laws everywhere. A furnace as red as blood stood tall, as massive as a mountain, illuminating the celestial dome!
All were subdued. Six saints joined forces yet could not prevail, crushed beneath, on the verge of kneeling, facing utter annihilation of form and spirit.
People could not help but be shaken. The White-Robed Sage was no mere name; his Battle Saint Art was unmatched in the world. If he could even manifest the Eternal Universe Furnace, what could he not accomplish?
“Ah…”
The six saints cried out, spitting large mouthfuls of blood. Their bodies bent even further; if they did not kneel, they would perish in body and soul.
Finally, the seventh ancient king made his move. He was immensely powerful, transforming into a beam of immeasurable light, a vast white expanse like a galaxy cascading down, merging his body with the Dao!
“Immortal through a thousand ages, indestructible through ten thousand calamities, the Dao’s power boundless, splitting heaven and earth!”
This ancient king was formidable, as if gaining eternal life within that immeasurable light. He wielded a massive divine axe, cleaving downward to split the blood furnace in the void, as if creating the world, with chaotic energy surging forth.
There was no denying it—this man was extremely powerful. Earth, fire, wind, and water revolved; the aura of a new world rushed forth. He split through all obstacles, chaotic light raging.
This was no illusion but true Primordial Force, with the breath of the nascent creation of all things permeating the air, as if returning to the very beginning of the Dao.
“Boom”
In response, the White-Robed Divine King formed hand seals. Crimson clouds steamed, and the radiant Eternal Universe Furnace rose continuously, directly blocking the axe.
From the furnace, nine divine phoenixes surged forth, and a sun manifested on the spot. This was an imperial might, not merely simulated; it felt as if a true Extreme Imperial Weapon had arrived.
A violent collision occurred. The sun and the divine axe crashed together, emitting an undying radiance, causing the entire heavens and earth to collapse.
“Boom!”
At that moment, everyone went deaf. They could hear nothing. The tremendous impact caused blood to stream from many people’s ears.
Fortunately, the distance was great enough; otherwise, everyone would have died, reduced to dust, not even a trace of blood remaining.
This was a terrifying shockwave. The sun imprinted on the Eternal Universe Furnace shattered, and the heaven-splitting giant axe also collapsed, turning into flowing light.
The fluctuations from the clash were too horrifying, as if piercing through the nine heavens. It was a great cataclysm! Some elders within the Jade Pool cried out in alarm. The array patterns outside the Pure Land were nearly torn apart. The attack power of this battle was unmatched.
This place was covered with countless array patterns, a battlefield specially opened for saints. Beneath the ground lay ancient stones, some carved by the Western Emperor.
When the Jade Pool moved in the past, not all these things could be transported, but the most crucial parts were brought along.
Such was the battle of saints—world-destroying. Even the battlefield prepared for them was nearly pierced through, with some minor mishaps occurring.
“Ah…”
The seventh saint roared, his hair flying wildly, eyes wide with fury, but he could not withstand the assault of the nine divine phoenixes, which pressed him down.
“Boom”
In the sky, the blood-red divine furnace rose, then slammed down violently, this time suppressing all seven ancient kings together.
Everyone was stunned. What kind of combat power was this? One man alone suppressed seven saints, gaining the upper hand—a breathtaking display of peerless brilliance!
Among these seven ancient kings, four had not advanced far after stepping into this realm, but the other three were very powerful, especially the last one, who was terrifyingly strong, yet still unable to prevail.
“Lift me up!”
The seven roared, their voices shaking the heavens, spreading tens of thousands of miles, causing the very rules of heaven and earth to tremble.
The addition of the seventh saint made them even more formidable. They attempted to overturn the blood-colored sacred furnace and shatter it in the void.
At that moment, each saint’s crown surged with a pillar of blood, nearly piercing the heavens. They were truly giving their all, unleashing their ultimate power.
“Ah…”
A roar that shook mountains and rivers, splitting time and collapsing space, rumbling like thousands of troops and horses charging. “Deafening” was an understatement. The seven saints’ furious shouts cut through the river of time!
The blood-colored sacred furnace rose, about to be overturned. The seven saints unleashed incomparable power, their hair standing on end, their blood energy like rivers and seas, bursting through their crowns.
Everyone cried out in alarm. Faced with this, people were truly afraid. If Divine King Jiang were to lose, who could still stand in the way?
At this moment, the White-Robed Sage became the only human saint the people could rely on, their spiritual pillar!
All were terrified, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Humanity simply could not afford to lose. There were not so many ancient kings; saints were far too rare. If they fell, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“Heaven bless the Divine King!” Many prayed silently.
White robes fluttering, Divine King Jiang let out a long cry that shook the eight wildernesses. He descended from the sky, his entire body radiating brilliance, stepping onto the Eternal Universe Furnace.
This was an eternal tableau. No matter how many years passed, people would not forget. The peerless Divine King’s invincible bearing was on full display.
White as snow, Divine King Jiang Taixu stepped down on the Eternal Universe Furnace, pressing the seven saints lower and lower, unstoppable!
“Ah…”
The seven saints roared, coughing up blood, cracks appearing in every bone. They were in despair. This human saint was truly a king among saints!
Even united, the seven of them could not shake him. Crushed beneath the furnace beneath his feet, they felt a wave of powerlessness, losing the will to fight.
“Are all saints who attained the Dao in the post-Desolate Ancient Era this terrifying?” The most powerful ancient king, with the strongest will, was also in despair.
Their bodies rang out, various laws reversing, about to destroy their own forms. And at that moment, their physical forms could no longer hold out. They were about to kneel, falling in a humiliating posture at the feet of the White-Robed Divine King.
“The Divine King is invincible!”
The crowd roared, their emotions stirred. The terrible scene of defeat did not occur. The White-Robed Divine King, with his peerless bearing, had single-handedly suppressed seven saints!
“Peerless Divine King!”
Though he should now be called the White-Robed Sage, people were more accustomed to calling him the Peerless Divine King, as it better highlighted his uniqueness.
White robes fluttering, Divine King Jiang Taixu stood atop the blood-red divine furnace, illuminating the heavens, as if standing alone on the highest peak, looking down on all lesser peaks. The seven saints were all prostrate beneath the furnace at his feet.
This was a spirit of “heaven as the cliff, I as the peak,” overlooking the vast earth, even saints brought low, about to kneel at his feet.
An eternal tableau, no matter how many years passed, would be etched in people’s hearts, never to be erased.
“Ah…” The seven saints were on the verge of defeat, unable to bear this pressure, roaring at the heavens.
Yet, at that moment, the White-Robed Divine King smiled brilliantly. He withdrew his supreme might, dispelled the Eternal Universe Furnace, and concealed all his aura.
He stood alone in the void, white as snow, without killing the seven saints or forcing them to kneel in humiliation.
The heavens and earth fell silent. Everyone was stunned. Even the seven saints were bewildered, frozen in place, not knowing what to say or do.
No one expected the White-Robed Divine King to hold back at the critical moment, not letting the divine furnace press down. Anyone could see that he could have killed the seven saints. Moreover, he could have made them die kneeling in disgrace, their reputations ruined, enhancing his own supreme dominance and fame.
But he did not. His expression was calm, standing alone in the twilight, his bearing extraordinary.
The faces of the ancient tribes turned pale. Seven saints had been defeated by a single man, a sight that shook the soul. Many felt their legs go weak.
“Why did you not strike?” an ancient king asked in a low voice.
“Killing like this—when will it end? This is a grand assembly of all races, not a slaughter,” the Divine King replied.
The seven ancient kings fell silent. Their hearts could not calm, filled with bitterness and loss. They had been defeated.
“Displaying strength without using dominance—that is a true king. His future path is destined to go much further than ours,” one ancient king sighed softly.
Many human cultivators were puzzled. Why not kill the saints? That would eliminate a fearsome enemy. Few understood the Divine King’s heart.
“We are defeated. Thank you for sparing our lives!” At that moment, the seven saints bowed together, shocking everyone.
Whether ancient tribes or human heroes, all were dumbfounded. Such powerful ancestral kings possessed an unyielding pride. They did not revere heaven, did not bow to earth, and certainly would not bow to their peers.
In this world, unless an ancient Great Emperor were resurrected, they would not bow to anyone. But at this moment, they bowed their heads to the Divine King.
What is a true king? One who earns the respect and reverence of even the greatest enemies. The White-Robed Divine King gave the best interpretation!
Making ancestral kings bow, making ancient saints salute—this was an unimaginable glory. Who in the world could achieve this?
In this battle, the White-Robed Divine King did not kill a single enemy, his robes unstained by blood, yet he was destined to shake the world, astonish all races, and earn the awe of everyone.
“We underestimated humanity. You are a true king.” The seven saints bowed to the Divine King once more, then turned to leave.
Everyone was stunned. Since ancient times, how many could enjoy such revered courtesy?
After a moment’s thought, people understood. The Divine King was right not to kill. He could eliminate these seven whenever he wished, but if he did, the ancient tribes would retaliate madly, and humanity could not withstand it.
Subduing without killing was far more intimidating than displaying force and dominance!
“You have all come to the Jade Pool. Why not sit down and have a proper discussion?” the Divine King invited.
The seven ancestral kings paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned back and walked into the Pure Land with the White-Robed Divine King.
“Do not despise us for joining forces. If even this hurdle could not be passed, humanity truly has no hope. Not only do we few not believe Wu Shi is still alive, but there are even more powerful ones… They should all come tomorrow.”
The seven ancient kings felt no shame in joining forces. They frankly revealed the truth.
These seven regained their cold demeanor. They were not as impetuous as the Dragon Head Ancient King. They only sat opposite the Divine King, ignoring everyone else completely.
This was destined to be a sleepless night. For when the sun rose, an unknown fate awaited everyone. Could the Divine King alone fight the world?
Many people, pondering this question, felt heavy-hearted and could not sleep. They felt this night was so long, and wished it would last forever.
The Divine King does not kill—far less thrilling than killing. But I felt that would not be like the old him, so I handled it this way. However, the White-Robed Divine King will have an even more stunning performance. When the sun rises, have you cast your votes? Today, the ranking list is about to be overtaken. The first place is unstable. Though I was prepared for this, I still hope to fight back. Everyone, if you have votes, please support.