Chapter 308: Splitting the Treasure

"Brother White Cloud!" The Black Wind Demon King was stunned as he watched the White Cloud City Lord completely disintegrate into dust under a single punch. Although the White Cloud City Lord's physical body wasn't as strong as his, he was still a peak fifth-tier great demon king whose feathers could be used as formidable weapons. Even a 'Demon Saint' wouldn't dare claim to kill the White Cloud City Lord in one blow. Yet, the undeniable truth was before his eyes: completely annihilated by a human King Godfiend?

The Black Wind Demon King didn't realize that not all King Godfiends were equal; some exceptional individuals could even transcend their ranks in combat. For instance, Grandmaster Guoke, the creator of the "Heart Intent Blade" in human history, was merely a King Godfiend, yet he was considered the most powerful figure of his era, even surpassing Creation Realm Venerables. True Martial King hadn't reached Grandmaster Guoke's legendary status, but he was still terrifyingly powerful.

"Escape!" All confidence drained from the Black Wind Demon King. Terror seized his heart, and he immediately shrunk his body, transforming into a wisp of black wind and soaring away.

"Can you escape within my domain?" True Martial King asked with a smile.

Centered on True Martial King, a massive Yin-Yang disc suddenly manifested within a ten-mile radius. The Black Wind Demon King, having engaged in close combat with True Martial King earlier, was already too near, caught within the ten-mile expanse of this giant disc. The disc spun, divided into two colors—black and white—with a hazy, gray power swirling at their juncture. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." As the Yin-Yang disc rotated, the Black Wind Demon King felt a terrifying force sweep and pull at him. He struggled desperately to break free, but it was futile.

"What is this power?" the Black Wind Demon King cried, struggling with all his might, yet he was inexorably drawn towards the center of the Yin-Yang disc. "Wind!" he roared, and the black winds around him howled even more furiously. But under the invisible force, these winds were torn to shreds. "Get lost!" The Black Wind Demon King's body flickered, returning to its hundred-zhang form. Blood-red runes began to appear on his skin, emanating an incredibly terrifying aura, and his movement towards the Yin-Yang disc's center slowed slightly.

"This demon king possesses an incredibly powerful physical body," True Martial King remarked, standing his ground. With a distant gesture, a gigantic, hazy gray palm materialized directly above the Black Wind Demon King and pressed downwards. "Ah!" The Black Wind Demon King cried out, desperately raising his bear paws to block. But under the immense impact of the giant palm, he screamed in agony, his resistance completely failing, and he was rapidly sucked into the Yin-Yang disc.

"Whoosh." At the juncture of the Yin-Yang disc was a field of hazy, gray power. The Black Wind Demon King plunged into it, completely enveloped. As the Yin-Yang disc rotated, the demon king's body, shrouded in the murky power, began to shatter, yet simultaneously attempted to restore itself. "No—!" The Black Wind Demon King fought back with all his might, furiously punching! His body desperately tried to mend. But with each rotation of the Yin-Yang disc, his body continuously crumbled.

After seven rotations, the Black Wind Demon King was utterly pulverized, his flesh and blood ground into dust, resulting in instant death. Simultaneously, several artifacts floated free.

"He just died like that?" Meng Chuan, Yan Chiyu, and Xue Feng watched in stunned silence. They had all sensed the immense power of the Black Wind Demon King's physical body, yet he was mercilessly crushed to death by the rotating black and white Yin-Yang disc, leaving no chance of escape.

"Legend has it that True Martial King's self-created ultimate art, 'True Martial Seven Absolutes,' is of the Black Iron Heavenly Book level," Meng Chuan mused. "However, this art isn't yet perfected, so True Martial King hasn't taught it to outsiders. This particular move must be one of the techniques from his 'True Martial Seven Absolutes.'"

Typically, Godfiends only record and transmit their ultimate arts to future generations when they are nearing the end of their lifespan or when they deem their techniques sufficiently perfected. They are not eager to pass them on while still innovating and refining them.

"He's so powerful," Anhai King thought, deeply shaken by the display. He was an immensely proud individual. Having achieved the 'Cave Heaven Realm' after only a century of cultivation, how could he not be? He had initially believed that as fellow King Godfiends, with his own unique inheritances, special opportunities, and self-created ultimate arts, his prowess wouldn't be significantly different from True Martial King's. Now, it was clear he had overestimated himself.

"His current realm has surely surpassed that of the original Yan Shui King," Anhai King assessed. "Even among the recently awakened ancient King Godfiends, he might be counted among the very best."

"Three junior brothers," True Martial King said with a chuckle, pointing to the dozen or so streaks of starlight flying in the distance. "These valuable treasures are yours if you claim them." "Oh?" Meng Chuan, Yan Chiyu, and Xue Feng were initially startled, then instantly blurred into action, swiftly chasing the streaks of starlight. True Martial King and Anhai King also flew to different locations to collect their share. Soon, all five had made acquisitions.

"One or two pieces each would have been enough," Anhai King said calmly as he flew beside True Martial King. "They've each acquired three now; that's a bit much." "Whatever they gain, they'll simply hand over to Yuanchu Mountain for merit points anyway," True Martial King chuckled. "You and I already have an abundance of merit. These three are still young, and Yuanchu Mountain intends to cultivate them, so granting them more merit is only proper." Anhai King nodded slightly.

Meng Chuan and the other two flew over with a hint of contentment. As they were under protection this time, they naturally refrained from being overly greedy, avoiding the most prominent items and each taking three of the remaining ones.

"Thank you, Senior Brother," Meng Chuan and the other two said, bowing respectfully.

True Martial King smiled and said, "You may keep them if you wish, but most of you won't be able to use them anyway. You can hand them over to Yuanchu Mountain for merit points. Later, you can use those merit points at Yuanchu Mountain to acquire whatever you need."

Xue Feng and Yan Chiyu were relatively more excited, as they didn't possess many merit points, unlike Meng Chuan, who already had a substantial amount.

"The Spacetime Drifting Ice is the most crucial treasure this time," True Martial King continued. "Junior Brother Meng's swift transport of me here was a tremendous contribution. Otherwise, the demon race would have secured it first... and if Junior Brother Xue and I had pursued them, unforeseen complications might have arisen. Therefore, Junior Brother Meng, Junior Brother Xue, and I should divide this merit equally."

"I merely facilitated the journey," Meng Chuan began to protest. "Don't allocate any merit to me," Anhai King interjected with a cold frown. "This was something the two of you jointly secured; it has no bearing on me, and I require no merit whatsoever."

True Martial King glanced at Anhai King, then nodded with a smile. "Very well, then Junior Brother Meng and I shall divide this merit equally. Junior Brother Meng, there's no need to elaborate further; for Anhai King and me, sect merit points are no longer as crucial."

Meng Chuan did not argue further.

"Let's go there and continue our cultivation," True Martial King suggested, pointing towards the most prominent display of purple lightning in the distance. The five hurried over, watched the genesis of the world, and then resumed their cultivation.

"Father," Xue Feng said, approaching Anhai King.

"Feng'er, what is it?" Anhai King asked, pulling his gaze away from the distant spectacle of the world's genesis and frowning at his son. Given his temperament, he was typically furious when interrupted during cultivation, but he made an exception for his most outstanding son.

"I just acquired three treasures, and one of them seemed particularly unique, so I claimed it," Xue Feng explained. He then retrieved a large box from his storage pouch and opened it. Inside lay an ice lotus, but its pistil shimmered with flickering flames. "I sensed that the powers of ice and fire originated from the same source, incredibly profound. Would it be suitable for Seventh Brother's cultivation?"

"Your Seventh Brother?" Anhai King asked, looking at the ice lotus.