Chapter 1070: The End of the Holy War

The shocking turn of events on the battlefield outside the city caused Grand Saint Kun Zhou and the Golden King to change color. They had not expected the Fighting Saint King to be so formidable; the situation instantly reversed, becoming extremely disadvantageous for them.

How could they fight now? Two additional dao bodies had appeared, and three supreme ancient imperial weapons were activated. This was enough to overwhelm them completely!

"Kill!"

The three Fighting Holy Apes attacked together, their assault shattering the heavens. All three ancient imperial weapons were revived, and three figures flew forth, sweeping them both away.

"Fighting Victorious Buddha!"

The golden holy ape, holding a demon-subduing vajra, uttered his Buddhist epithet. With a solemn and dignified appearance, he attacked fiercely, his Buddhist light shining universally, instantly engulfing Kun Zhou.

Kun Zhou's expression was grim, but he had no choice but to brace himself and fight. At this point, there was no other option; one step back meant death. Bravely pressing forward might lead to a future. Billions of strands of immortal light overflowed from his body, blocking the Fighting Victorious Buddha. His magical power was fully unleashed, without reservation; this was a desperate final battle.

"Boom!"

The demon-subduing vajra, radiating immeasurable Buddhist light, possessed immense and unmatched power. With a single strike, the area was filled with primeval energy; the heavens shattered, turning into chaos. This was an imperial weapon, the foremost divine artifact of Buddhism, personally forged by Emperor Amitabha. Its name alone revealed its power; it was the supreme immortal weapon protecting the Buddhist path.

Kun Zhou roared, fighting with all his might. He had no choice but to go all out; if he couldn't defeat one of the Fighting Holy Apes quickly, he and the Golden King would inevitably be vanquished. This Fighting Holy Ape was completely formed by the merged spiritual power of Mount Sumeru; its golden body was indestructible. Holding the demon-subduing vajra and appearing like an angry vajra guardian, its roar made even Grand Saint Kun Zhou stumble, his vital energy surging. The demon-subduing vajra, a supreme Buddhist treasure blessed with all profound Buddhist techniques, manifested its power at this moment, slaying demons and subduing evil spirits with unparalleled divine might.

"Kun Zhou, yield your life!"

The Fighting Victorious Buddha roared as the demon-subduing vajra transformed into a dazzling expanse of Buddhist light, cascading down and making Kun Zhou's body tremble under the pressure. Forging a dao body from the boundless spiritual power of Mount Sumeru and wielding Emperor Amitabha's weapon, the demon-subduing vajra, complemented each other perfectly, making him virtually invincible. However, Kun Zhou was equally impressive. After all, he was considered comparable to Di Que, possessing sufficiently powerful means and talent, along with extensive combat experience, leading to an evenly matched fight.

On the other side, the Golden King was not so fortunate. He faced another of the ape's dao bodies, gasping in cold air as he fought. He was born in the Primordial Era and had witnessed the supreme might of the Fighting Saint Emperor. Now, sensing traces of that aura again, his heart pounded, and his hair stood on end.

This golden holy ape was excessively powerful and boundlessly domineering. Wielding a black divine iron staff, it pressed him so hard that he was almost forced to flee in disarray. This was the Great Dao of the Saint Emperor, unique and supreme in the world, with power to defy the heavens. A single iron staff swept across the world, killing with such ferocity that it seemed like a battle immortal had descended.

The Golden King was not only terrified of the former Fighting Saint Emperor but also feared the ape's true body before him! Born in the same era as an ancient Saint Emperor, everyone's Dao would be suppressed, making breakthroughs difficult and preventing proximity to the Imperial Dao; even evading into this current era was useless. Yet now, the ape had reached a stage where he completely shed the Saint Emperor's influence, forging a dao body. This was a grand spirit, severing his past, and breaking free from the suppressive influence of the Fighting Saint Emperor's Dao traces. This was a tremendous breakthrough; from now on, he could carve his own immortal path. If destiny favored him, he might even reach ultimate sublimation and prove his Dao to become an Emperor someday.

"Roar..."

The golden holy ape roared triumphantly, wielding the black divine iron staff, striking up and sweeping down, forcing the Golden King to retreat step by step. His arm went numb, and the Golden Cauldron in his hand almost slipped away. He desperately clung to the ancient imperial weapon; if he lost it, he would surely turn to ashes instantly. This was an agonizing process; he was suppressed by the golden holy ape's aura, his true combat power was also a notch lower, and he constantly retreated. Most terrifyingly, the Golden Cauldron was an imperial-level weapon, requiring immense magical power to infuse. Even a Grand Saint would be drained dry if they used it for too long.

"Clang!"

The black iron staff cleaved down vertically, with traces of the Great Dao cascading. It struck the Golden Cauldron, producing a thunderous boom. The star domain shook, distant stars shattered, and the Golden King was injured, spitting blood, unable to match the blow. "Take another staff strike from me!"

The golden holy ape, holding the great iron staff with both hands, smashed it down. The Golden King was forced to block, and the supreme imperial cauldron emitted thousands upon thousands of light strands.

"Clang!"

The black divine iron and the Golden Cauldron clashed through Dao traces, producing a deafening metallic sound and erupting in a blinding light. The dark universe seemed to explode!

"Pfft!"

The Golden King vomited a large mouthful of blood, his body sent flying hundreds of miles away. The ancient imperial weapon in his hand almost flew out, and his magical power was nearly depleted.

"This is bad!" Grand Saint Kun Zhou frowned. The Golden King definitely couldn't hold on, and on the other side, the Fighting Saint King's true body hadn't even attacked yet.

"Boom!"

The ape, holding the black divine iron and possessing the Saint Emperor's aura, pursued, intending to slay the Golden King. At this moment, the ape's true body also moved, covered in the Divine Silkworm race's nine-colored imperial robe, radiating brilliance as it headed straight for Kun Zhou.

"Time to go!" the Fighting Saint King's true body roared.

Grand Saint Kun Zhou's face instantly turned green. He was indeed astonishing, with extraordinary talent, not much weaker than Di Que in his prime. However, now facing two apes attacking simultaneously, even a god would weep.

"Boom!"

The Fighting Saint King launched a punch immediately. Clad in the nine-colored battle robe, radiating dazzling immortal light, he swung the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth forward, his fist intent world-shaking!

"Bang!"

Kun Zhou bravely fought, weaving between the two apes, but it wasn't long before he was exhausted and vomited blood, sent flying by the demon-subduing vajra.

"Ugh!"

He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, his vital energy damaged, as he retreated in the dark heavens, unable to withstand the peerless onslaught of the two apes.

Outside Zhenxian City in the Central Domain, the Eight Divine Generals, Silver Moon Heavenly King, and others were silent with fear. The Ancestor Kings who followed Grand Saint Kun Zhou also turned pale; the shocking reversal came too suddenly and swiftly. Those who had just been clamoring to slaughter the Saint Prince, Ye Fan, and the Divine Silkworm Princess all shut their mouths, wishing they could immediately flee. A Saint-level Ancient King was almost trembling; just a moment ago, he had declared that the Fighting Saint King would find it hard to recover, and if he died in the outer regions, he would be no different from dirt.

"Weren't you clamoring? Instigating the various ancient clans to attack together, wanting to slaughter us all? Come on in and make your move!" the Black Emperor taunted with his foul mouth.

The Divine Silkworm Princess pressed forward, and the people opposite retreated together. Who could defy the heavens now? Which Ancient King dared to attack? Even the Silver Moon Heavenly King's expression was dim; he knew a great disaster might befall them today, and the light in his eyes flickered incessantly as he hesitated.

Beyond the heavens, this battle was about to conclude. The ape, with his one true body and two dao bodies, had utterly defeated the two Grand Saints, who were both gravely wounded. One individual with three bodies, wielding three emperor-level weapons, possessed power capable of defying the heavens. Whoever came would suffer defeat; he held an absolutely overwhelming advantage. This was a clash between Grand Saints, and even more terrifying because ancient imperial weapons were controlled. The three apes attacked together, fighting until the heavens boiled.

"Boom!"

A golden holy ape, wielding a black iron staff, almost cleaved the Golden King to death, shaking him until blood rained down. He fled in disarray, using the Golden Cauldron for protection. On the other side, the demon-subduing vajra's power was boundless, its demon-vanquishing might surging, causing some planets to tremble and nearly fall.

"Bang!"

The ape's true body was unparalleled in its domineering power. Aided by the Divine Silkworm race's ancient imperial battle robe, it pressed Kun Zhou with a pair of fists, making his body almost explode, covered in bloodstains. In this battle, Kun Zhou's form and spirit were both shattered, his injuries extremely severe, and they were Great Dao wounds, difficult to heal, caused by the vibrations from the ancient imperial weapons. If he didn't also possess a supreme imperial weapon within him, he would have long since turned to dust. This battle was one-sided, and by now, there was no suspense left.

On the ground, people were captivated and moved. Such a battle had not been seen for many years: Grand Saints wielding imperial weapons, shaking the heavens into collapse.

By the end of the fight, the three golden holy apes surrounded and attacked Kun Zhou and the Golden King. These two Grand Saints could turn to ashes at any moment, ceasing to exist.

"Clang!"

The black iron staff pressed down, and the Golden Cauldron wailed.

"Boom!"

The demon-subduing vajra struck down, its Dao light like a sea. Grand Saint Kun Zhou groaned, spitting blood with every step.

At this point, the overall situation was decided; the Holy War was about to conclude.

"Saint King, please show mercy!" an old voice rang out, arriving from the Eastern Barrens to the outer regions with extreme speed. This was an old man with an ordinary appearance. Rather than an ancient race member, he looked more like a human, resembling an old villager from the countryside, even in his attire.

"Grand Saint Huntuo!"

Outside Zhenxian City in the Central Domain, everyone was startled, recognizing the old man.

Grand Saint Huntuo, whose might shook the Primordial Era, was the only Grand Saint to challenge the Fighting Saint Emperor. Although he was suppressed by the Saint Emperor with just one hand, it was not disgraceful. Who dared to challenge a Primordial Emperor? Regardless of the outcome, simply having such courage commanded respect; the Primordial Era trembled at the time! With such immense background, having only ever been defeated by the Saint Emperor, Grand Saint Huntuo's appearance at this moment introduced variables, making many hearts pound.

"Do you wish to intervene as well?" the Fighting Victorious Buddha asked.

"Saint King, please don't misunderstand. This old man has no such intention; I merely wish to mediate," Grand Saint Huntuo said.

"You want me to stop now? Impossible!" the Fighting Victorious Buddha flatly refused.

"This old man merely suggests; whatever decision the Saint King makes, let it be from your heart. However, if they pay a sufficient price, might that not quell the Saint King's wrath? If you kill them all now, the myriad races could fall into great chaos, especially since two imperial clans are involved," Grand Saint Huntuo said with a frown.

The Fighting Saint King's eyebrows shot up. One imperial clan was naturally the Golden Race. The other imperial clan was also extraordinary, having lent its ancient imperial weapon to Grand Saint Kun Zhou.

"In the past, Di Que and my father were sworn brothers, and he saved my father's life twice. This time, our action was to repay that favor, not because of any dissatisfaction with the Fighting Holy Ape race," the Golden King said while fighting.

Just then, another figure appeared on the outer battlefield, very indistinct and hard to discern, speaking with an ancient and weathered voice. "Our clan lent the ancient imperial weapon to Kun Zhou also to repay Di Que's favor. Please forgive us, Saint King; our clan is willing to pay a price," the newly appeared figure said.

Another Grand Saint! The Grand Saints of the ancient clans were almost all present, standing on the outer battlefield, pleading with the Fighting Saint King. Di Que, unparalleled in his era, astonishingly brilliant throughout history, could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Fighting Saint Emperor, establishing a formidable reputation, and had bestowed great favors upon some imperial clans.

"Please show mercy, Saint King, to prevent chaos among the myriad races!"

At the same time, several more elderly figures appeared. The people on the ground were shocked; although these individuals were not Grand Saints, they were the old clan leaders of several major imperial clans, their status terrifyingly high. These people jointly came forward to mediate, fearing that the Fighting Saint King, in his wrath, might attack the Golden Race. Imperial clans rarely went to war in ancient times, but once they did, the heavens and earth would collapse! The old ape was powerful enough, but with two imperial clans involved in this battle, having provided ancient imperial weapons, if it truly escalated, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The great battle halted. So many people had arrived, including those from Fire Lin Cave, Primordial Lake, and Blood Phoenix Mountain, and some even brought ancient imperial weapons, forcing a temporary cessation of hostilities.

The Fighting Saint King's expression was cold. Holding the three ancient imperial weapons, he surveyed the crowd, then looked at the Golden King and said, "What price will you pay to save your life?"

"I..." The Golden King was in a difficult position; the ape's killing intent surged, clearly intending to slay him! "At our level of cultivation, the most lacking thing is but a single life. If my life is to be spared, I must naturally pay the price of a life. I am willing to offer a bottle of divine marrow accumulated by my ancestors," the Golden King said, astounding everyone.

The Fighting Saint King said nothing. He fixed his gaze on Kun Zhou, his eyes piercing, and raised all three imperial weapons!

"Saint King, please show mercy..." someone pleaded.

"Ape..." Kun Zhou also cried out.

"Roar!"

The Fighting Saint King's eyes blazed with fury, and he attacked fiercely. His imperial might sent everyone flying. A scream was heard as Grand Saint Huntuo's head was struck by the black divine iron, shattering into a myriad of pieces. Even having an ancient imperial weapon within him couldn't protect him!