Beneath the clear starry sky, endless screams of agony rged into one, bodies of elite cultivators from all realms, turned into mists of blood, fell from the heavens, dyeing this once tranquil land red.
At this mont, Leng Binghan’s heart was filled with utter despair. Knowing it would co to this, why rush over in haste, thinking there was an opportunity for advantage, only to lose one’s life here.
"Spare us, great ones, we won’t dare do it again!" It seed everyone’s souls were frightened out of their wits, incessantly crying and begging for rcy!
Midair, Leng Binghan, who dodged Li Qingquan’s bombardnt, clenched his teeth and said, "Fellow Daoists, they are only three people, let’s split and escape!"
"Whoosh!"
Their reaction was swift. Right after Leng Binghan’s words, they transford into flying rainbows, escaping towards the distant sky.
"Co down to ! Roar!" Yang Jian bellowed upon seeing this, like the Tao Heavenly Sound, sending out circles of golden ripples, spreading across the heavens.
"Ah..."
Amid the piercing screams, all fleeing elites from the various realms fell from the Heavenly Vault, with many cultivators newly entered into the Quasi-Saint Realm being pulverized by the golden ripples, their blood splattering everywhere, dying instantly on the spot!
"Ah! No, don’t..." They were so terrified they lost their senses, frantically trying to flee from this Earthly Hell.
Li Qingquan and the other two pursued closely, executing overwhelming martial force to slay each one of them.
As ti passed, only about a dozen of the initial hundred or so people remained.
"Damn it, damn it all!" Leng Binghan kept dodging Yang Jian’s attacks, the despair in his eyes growing ever stronger.
"I’ll fight you with all I’ve got!" At last, unable to run any longer, Leng Binghan’s face turned ashen as he fiercely slapped his chest, summoning a strange little wooden tablet, to which he transferred his True Yuan, turning it into a gigantic star, crashing down with a ferocious face.
Feeling the power contained within the star, Yang Jian suddenly had goosebumps all over, his skin painfully scalded by the Star Light radiating from the crashing star, as if a fla was searing his flesh, almost within reach.
"Not good!" Man Niu’s pupils shrank as he shouted loudly, "Erlang, dodge quickly!"
With that, he pulled out the green bamboo stick he had used before, instantly transforming it into an imnse Wolf Fang Club, and with brutal force, smashed it outwards.
Yang Jian had already darted out just as Man Niu’s words dropped, arriving beside Li Qingming.
The thick Heavenly Pillar-like verdant Wolf Fang Club, carrying supre ferocity like a Fierce Beast of the Barbaric, lashed out at the enormous star above.
"Boom!"
A strand of Tao Heavenly Sound descended from above, the Wolf Fang Club’s dazzling radiance cleaved through the Void, an indescribable Tao rhythm rippling out, colliding with the star, emitting a deafening noise.
At the intersection, vegetation ceased to exist, the galaxy shattered, the vault of the heavens crumbled!
The gigantic star ultimately could not withstand the Green Bamboo Stick handpicked for Man Niu by Li Qingming, a brilliant green light piercing right through the center of the star, splitting it in half, utterly shattering it.
"Pfft!"
Leng Binghan, who used a secret technique to extract his own life force for this desperate attack, vomited blood, with not only his outer garnts shattered, but also his Mana fluctuations becoming vague and ethereal.
He looked at Man Niu with extre resentnt, "Do not let escape, otherwise I will make you wish for death!"
"You won’t get the chance, I will annihilate your body and soul!" Man Niu replied indifferently, his bamboo stick shimring with green light, transforming into a peerlessly sharp Three-foot Green Peak. With one thrust, a slash opened in the void, and Leng Binghan’s head was directly pierced, not even his Primordial Spirit managed to escape.
The formidable Sub-Saint, along with three hundred elites of the Central Heaven World, only Zhen Jia Taoist remained, the rest all perished, not one survived.
Looking at the now chaotic paradise that was once a tranquil haven, Li Qingming shook his head with a bitter smile, "Damn, truly unpredictable are the winds and clouds!"
After instructing Yang Jian to clean up the battlefield, Li Qingming dragged out Zhen Jia, who had been pressed into the ground by the giant axe.
At this mont, Zhen Jia Taoist was in a sorry state, his black Daoist robe torn in many places, an already sleazy face made even more displeasing to the eye from the close kiss with the ground.
Dragging Zhen Jia in hand, Li Qingming ca before Man Niu and glared at him, "Speak up, my ’dear’ brother!"
Sowhat awkwardly touching the back of his head, Man Niu asked, "What does big brother wish to know?"
"That stalwart man must be the Ancestor of the Desolate, the Barbaric Ancestor, right? And what’s the deal with that little short axe?" Li Qingming furrowed his brows and voiced all his doubts.
Taking a deep breath, Man Niu looked at Shakyamuni and others who approached, "Indeed, that sturdy man is indeed the ancient ancestor of our Barbarian Clan, the Barbaric Ancestor?"
Xuan Tian frowned and said, "It is said that the Ancestor of the Desolate tried to break through to the Heavenly Dao Realm by following Pangu’s path, undertaking the Heaven and Earth Creation. However, due to a lack of True Yuan, the Ancestor of the Desolate died after creating the Barbaric World. His blood nurtured the Barbarian Clan, and the rest of him, like his hair, bones, and organs, all transford into Fierce Beasts of the Wilderness. Could it be that the Ancestor of the Desolate is not dead?"
Man Niu slowly shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoists, you are unaware! Our ancestor indeed wanted to make that final breakthrough and thus created the Barbaric World. But at the mont of completion, a highly skilled shadow attacked our ancestor, seizing his Supre Treasure, the Wilderness Divine Axe, causing our ancestor to perish along with his Great Dao."
"That’s not right, doesn’t that an the Ancestor of the Desolate still fell?" Li Qingquan furrowed his brows and said.
Man Niu gestured for everyone to calm down and continued, "Originally, our ancestor thought his death was certain! But under the Heavenly Dao, there’s always a sliver of hope. After creating the Barbaric World, a special Innate Treasure was spontaneously nurtured, the Barbaric God Statue."
Here, Man Niu touched his head and continued, "As long as there’s a trace of Primordial Spirit left, it can be nurtured within the Barbaric God Statue, slowly recovering! Over countless years, the Power of Primordial Spirit of our ancestor has not only recovered to its peak condition but even improved!"
"Damn it, does that an he still has the power of Half-step Heavenly Dao?" Yang Jian, having finished clearing the battlefield, walked back and said in amazent.
Man Niu shook his head and said, "No! Our ancestor only has the Power of Primordial Spirit left. If he wants to move around outside, he can only do so by borrowing the bodies of our Barbarian Clan, which were incarnated from his blood. That’s why for so many years, our ancestor has been dwelling within the statue!"
"Then, have you found the culprit from back then?" Li Qingquan suddenly asked.
Man Niu shook his head with a hint of disappointnt and said, "No, but now we do have so clues!" Speaking of which, he cast a not-so-subtle glance at the Daoist Zhen Jia beside him.
"Oh! I understand!" Li Qingming clapped his hands, then suddenly kicked Zhen Jia, who was lying on the ground, saying, "I say, you have listened enough! Isn’t it ti you told us what we want to know?"
"Ouch!" Zhen Jia Taoist was kicked and flipped over, his mung bean-sized eyes revealing a mix of panic, fear, and hatred.
"Whoa! Harboring quite the grudge, huh?" Li Qingquan said sarcastically, then lightly flicked his hand upward and caught Zhen Jia in midair before throwing him viciously to the ground.
"Bang!"
The imnse force created a ten-centiter-deep pit in the ground.
"Hisss!" The external pain triggered his internal injuries causing Zhen Jia’s small fra to curl up in agony, and his sleazy face suddenly turned ferocious.
"Still so full of resentnt?" Li Qingquan, the once Demon of the Great Thousand World, finally began to show his fierce true colors.
As they say, a villain ets a aner villain. At this mont, enduring the pain both inside and out, Zhen Jia squeezed out a smile and said, "I wouldn’t dare to harbor any resentnt against you great ones!"
Li Qingquan nodded and said, "Good! Now, tell , who gave you that little axe?"
Zhen Jia cursed Li Qingquan in his heart, as well as harboring resentnt toward the Desert King Huntian: "It’s all fucking your doing. If you hadn’t given that little axe, would I be in this predicant today? Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with !"
With that thought, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Great ones, that little axe was given to by the Desert King Huntian when I rescued him from the north of the Cold Origin Ancient City. He told it was an Innate Treasure, claid to be a Holy Object his father, Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons Wan Mo, obtained by slaying an enemy, mighty enough to slay gods and immortals!"
"Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons!" Hearing this, Man Niu gritted his teeth and exclaid, "I should have thought of it! Besides that bastard, Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, who else has the power and audacity to ambush soone at the peak of Half-step Heavenly Dao! What ruthless resolve of Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons!"
Li Qingming glanced at Zhen Jia with so hesitation, but noticed a schadenfreude glint in the corner of his eye. A thought struck him, and he imdiately placed his hand over Zhen Jia’s head, saying, "You’re called Zhen Jia, right? Rember, when lying in your next life, never reveal any trace of guilt on your face!"
"What... What do you an? I don’t understand what you’re saying, my lord!" A hint of panic flashed across Zhen Jia’s face, but he imdiately suppressed it.
"Buzz!"
Li Qingming couldn’t be bothered to explain and imdiately activated the Soul Searching Technique. The boundless Power of Primordial Spirit infiltrated Zhen Jia’s Primordial Spirit Sea, delving into his soul.
In an instant, everything Zhen Jia had experienced in his life unfolded before Li Qingming.
After a while, Li Qingming exhaled a breath of murkiness and said, "This guy, he dared to deceive . He really doesn’t know whether to live or die!"
Saying this, he expelled a wisp of Primordial Spirit Fire and shot it into Zhen Jia’s body.
"Boom!"
Before the crowd could react to Li Qingming’s series of actions, Zhen Jia’s body and Primordial Spirit had completely turned to ash, disintegrating in mid-air.
"Big brother, what are you doing?" Li Qingquan looked at Li Qingming with a puzzled face and asked.
Li Qingming smiled and said, "That guy told a lie! I just used the Soul Searching Technique to check. That Wilderness Divine Axe indeed ca from Huntian’s hands, but it wasn’t so Holy Object Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons Wan Mo got from slaying an enemy. It was given to him by soone else!"
"Who?"
Everyone’s eyes lit up, staring intently at Li Qingming.
Li Qingming waved his hand and said, "The Realm Master of Technology Mysterious City, the Bloodline Saint!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to co to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
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