Chapter 1116: The Mighty Power of the Nine Nether Gods

Chapter 1117: The Might of Gai Jiuyou

Annihilating a Saint with a mere flick of a finger—what terrifying combat power! Such might would be unparalleled, not just in the current era, but even when compared to the most formidable figures throughout history. The moment Gai Jiuyou appeared, his divine might shook the world. He was a truly peerless master, capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the most supreme figures of ancient times.

With just two flicks of his fingers, he shattered two ancient Saints, leaving not even a wisp of their spirits to escape. The blood mist swirling in the sky, the crimson scent, and the dazzling light were profoundly shocking. The remaining ancient Saints turned ashen, their limbs numb and weak. A chill ran from their heads to their toes, their scalps tingled, and their souls trembled.

It wasn't that they were incompetent, but rather that something within the seemingly frail old man before them filled them with profound terror, causing an instinctive shudder. Others might not have noticed, but as ancient Saints, at this critical juncture of life and death, they clearly perceived it: within that ancient, almost decaying body, there was a spirit as brilliant as the sun, revealing his unparalleled power. Although that spirit was already scarred by the blades of time and could hardly endure much longer, dealing with them was as easy as turning over one's hand—it was more than enough!

"Gai Jiuyou, you can't do this..." cried several ancient Saints, terrified. The old man before them, with his depleted vitality, appeared so frail, yet he filled them with extreme dread.

"Why can't I do this?" Gai Jiuyou replied, his face pale with sickness. "Didn't you just say that power speaks and fists prove arguments? I am very seriously conversing with you." As he spoke, he exhaled a stream of pure qi that transformed into a chaotic light and surged forward.

With a sound like "Puff!", the body of an ancient Saint was torn apart, as if struck by a massive hammer. Both his bones and flesh were mangled beyond recognition, and even his primordial spirit suffered the same fate before he exploded completely.

"Dead! Another ancient Saint is dead!" someone exclaimed. "And this one was an ancient Saint King renowned for his defense, shattered by a single breath of essential qi!" Inside the Qi Scholars' Mansion, the group of venerable figures who had felt incredibly stifled and indignant just moments ago let out a collective sigh of relief. Their frustration dissipated, and they even began to feel a degree of sympathy for the ancient Saints. Facing such an unfathomable Gai Jiuyou was simply a tragedy. Even dignified ancient Saints lost all power to fight and were casually suppressed and killed, becoming as weak as three-year-old children.

"Gai Jiuyou, you are a true peerless powerhouse! Do you still remember the agreement from the Jade Pond Assembly?" An Ancestral King, his face ashen, cried out in panic. "Killing us ancient Saints so wantonly, aren't you afraid of provoking several Great Saints? Please show mercy, we know we were wrong."

For all the years since they became Saints, they had never been so terrified. They had always been high and mighty, but now they were outwardly fierce yet inwardly cowardly, afraid to their very core.

"When our human race spoke of rules with you," Gai Jiuyou sighed softly, "you said that whoever had the hardest fist was right. Now I am discussing the logic of fists with you, but you bring up old agreements and rules again. Tell me, what am I to do?"

He stood there on the Five-Colored Altar, his ancient Daoist robes fluttering in the wind. Despite his withered body and poor complexion, he possessed world-shaking combat power. One man was enough to make all Saints fear and tremble, as if facing a deity!

"Whoosh!" An ancient Saint conjured a treasured Saint artifact. Its holy light surged heavenward, tearing open the sky and forcibly creating a chaotic passage. He intended to reach the Northern Region directly and escape this calamity. This holy light was incredibly brilliant, illuminating eternity. He stepped into it in a single stride, a hint of joy appearing on his face. He believed that once the rift closed, he would be far away with no trace, and thus escape with his life.

However, this naturally could not become reality, simply because the person before them was named Gai Jiuyou! Whether in the past, present, or future, this was a peerless figure worthy of being recorded in cultivation history. If not for the fact that his birth era was too close to that of the Green Emperor, he would absolutely have had a chance to achieve the Dao!

"Boom!" Gai Jiuyou stood on the Five-Colored Altar. His eyes held no divine light, and even appeared somewhat cloudy, yet when he extended a hand, heaven and earth collapsed. He directly pulled that ancient Saint and his weapon out of the void.

"Too terrifying!" Not only Ye Fan, Duan De, and the Saint Prince, but even Saint-level beings felt their scalps tingle. The remaining two ancient Saints felt every inch of their flesh spasm, terrified to the extreme. They were Saints, capable of plucking down meteorites, shattering the moon, and in a single battle, causing vast expanses of the Central Plains to sink! However, facing Gai Jiuyou at this moment, they became like invalids, lacking even the courage to fight, for a mere lift of his hand could annihilate them.

"Puff!" As the wrinkled hand slowly closed, the ancient Saint let out a scream, instantly turning into a mist of blood. The deity within the Saint weapon struggled in terror but also shattered inch by inch, transforming into a brilliant holy light that scattered across the sky like exploding fireworks.

"This... just how powerful is this?" the big black dog muttered. "That was an immortal treasured Saint artifact, turned into fireworks. It's terrifyingly extravagant and horrifyingly magnificent!"

Such combat power left everyone almost petrified. There was no way to fathom Gai Jiuyou's true realm; people could only look up in awe.

Gai Jiuyou said, "For so many years, you have acted arrogantly. Wherever your descendants passed, even small children dared not cry; one can imagine the extent of your insolence. This old man originally did not wish to meddle, hoping for all races to be equal, coexist peacefully, and together await the opening of the path to immortality. But you have gone too far, acting without restraint. Now you even come to my race's sacred land, wanting to kill the Human Saint Body and seize the Five-Colored Altar. Do you think my race can be bullied? It seems this old man must stretch his muscles. To end conflict with war, for if one merely speaks of reason, some people do not know when to advance or retreat."

"Spare us, we will never dare again!" An ancient Saint bowed deeply, almost kneeling, his head covered in sweat, unable to move. "Let me off this time, and I will never appear in the world again and will never be an enemy of the human race."

"It's too late," Gai Jiuyou said, shaking his head. "Since I have already acted, how can I stop now?"

Clearly, this time he intended to establish his might and strike fear into the ancient races. Killing these few Saints was merely a prelude; he would certainly use this to issue the most terrifying warning.

"You are a supreme being, we are but ants," they pleaded. "Please do not stoop to our level. We swear we will never make an enemy of the human race; please show us mercy."

Everyone has moments of fear. Facing Gai Jiuyou, these two ancient Saints were utterly terrified. To save their lives, they knelt there, pleading. These were Ancestral Kings from the most radical of the Ten Great Royal Races, usually high and mighty. When had they ever been so trembling with fear, kneeling and begging for their lives, unable to even conceive of fighting back? If news of this spread, it would surely astonish the world.

Unfortunately, their final repentance and pleas could not change their fate. Gai Jiuyou flicked his sleeve, and they shattered inch by inch, turning into bloody mud.

"Today," Gai Jiuyou declared, "some royal races of the Northern Region groundlessly broke their agreement, coming to kill the Human Saint Body and even attempting to seize the Five-Colored Altar left by our human race's Great Emperor. This has forced this old man to make a trip to the Northern Region."

"The Five-Colored Altar has been destroyed by the ancient races," said the old Saint from the Qi Scholars' Mansion. After speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and with a flash of five-colored divine light, the altar shrank and was collected.

"Ah, has the ancient path to the outer realms really been destroyed? Was it broken by those ancient Saints?" Inside the Qi Scholars' Mansion, a straightforward and powerful figure stared blankly, asking with a mournful face.

"You fool!" another person who understood the old Mansion Lord said quietly. "That was naturally what the Mansion Lord, that old fox, deliberately said, wanting to shift the blame and thus conceal the Five-Colored Altar. Gai Jiuyou is a peerless, invincible being; he wouldn't say such a thing. But what kind of person is our old Mansion Lord? He's so greedy he'd pluck feathers from a passing goose, wishing even a passing rooster would lay an egg for him! This time, he's going to follow Gai Peerless to the Northern Region to extort him."

Array patterns intertwined, forming a formation platform. Gai Jiuyou, the old Mansion Lord, and Ye Fan stepped into it together and headed straight for the Northern Region.

"Arrrrooo..." The big black dog let out a wolf-like howl, incredibly excited. "There's going to be a big storm this time! The sickly old man is going to act, and the whole world will be terrified! Surely he won't flip the Northern Region upside down, right? Hurry, let's follow and see what happens!"

"Let's go! Let's see how they pull off something big!" the little bald boy, Huahua, also said excitedly.

A large group of people activated a second formation platform and rushed towards the Northern Region. Of course, they couldn't travel with Ye Fan and the other two directly involved, but merely to watch the excitement.

On this day, as news spread rapidly throughout the world, it became impossible to conceal: seven ancient Saints had jointly attacked the Qi Scholars' Mansion, causing a huge sensation across all lands! Had the ancient races become so arrogant? Everyone in the world felt a wave of unease. But all seven ancient Saints were dead—this news initially left people disbelieving, then swept away the gloom in their hearts.

"Gai Jiuyou has acted!" people exclaimed. "The supreme being who was already invincible 8,000 years ago has finally made his move!"

"This ancient sage, believed to be capable of achieving the Dao, has finally revealed his peerless edge once more, forced to draw his sword and strike down the ancient races!"

When people learned of this, all were shaken. Many elder figures trembled with excitement, realizing that although Gai Jiuyou was extremely old, his vitality depleted and his body frail, he could still fight! Not to mention the Central Plains and other regions, even in the most distant Western Desert, an ancient figure on Mount Sumeru could not sit still. He stood at the summit of Sumeru, gazing towards the Eastern Barren Lands.

Gai Jiuyou has arrived in the Northern Region, drawing his sword again after 8,000 years! The whole world was shocked. This old man had brought the Human Saint Body to the Northern Region to demand an explanation, intending to question why the ancient races dared to repeatedly disregard the rules, and preparing to act.

Many great ancient races were terrified. A being who had lived for nine thousand years had come this time to demand accountability, and it was unknown what kind of slaughter he would unleash. For so many years, this human supreme being had never been seen in action. Many ancient races unanimously believed he was no longer capable, that his realm had fallen significantly, no longer retaining his former glory. One must know that anyone, even a Great Emperor, has a day when they grow old, their primordial spirit decays, their physical body withers, and their combat power sharply declines.

There are many examples in history, such as the Great Accomplished Saint Body of Saint Cliff. In his prime, he was so magnificent, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers, roaring between heaven and earth. He could pluck stars and split the sun; a single roar could shatter stars. But what was the ultimate outcome? When his old age arrived, his vitality withered, his body aged, and he lost his peak combat power. He was eventually killed, dying on Saint Cliff, his blood staining the black mountain red. Even today, remnants of his blood remain after his essence dispersed.

Pitiful and lamentable! Yet now, Gai Jiuyou annihilated seven ancient Saints with a mere raise of his hand, among whom were Saint Kings. This display revealed his continued vitality and his former sharpness.

Gai Jiuyou moved out, bringing Ye Fan to the Northern Region, ready to unleash his most astonishing power. The whole world waited in silence, the human race invigorated, the ancient races terrified, as the entire world watched.