Chapter 385: Piercing the Holy Lord

Chapter Two has arrived; now to strive for Chapter Three.

In the Dragon Transformation Pool, Jiang Taixu lay motionless in the water, not rising, yet the divine light in his eyes was terrifying, fixed coldly on the thirteen Saint Lord-level figures.

Step... step... step...The thirteen great figures, each a ruler of their own domain, continuously stepped back, intimidated by his aura. They involuntarily shivered and retreated.

Jiang Taixu's offensive power was renowned throughout the world; who could compare in five millennia? If he were to be reborn, even a Saint Lord would be beaten to death by him!

“Old God King, you are awake! This is truly wonderful!”“Ancestor, you have finally been reborn!”“Heaven has opened its eyes, allowing our Jiang family's peerless God King to return to the world!”The people of the Jiang family were all profoundly moved and overjoyed. They cried out, their expressions incredibly agitated; some even wept tears of joy.

When Jiang Taixu disappeared, he was not very old. Now, he was called an ancestor, as if he had dreamt for thousands of years. The tides of the mortal world had ebbed and flowed, and everything had changed. Almost everyone he knew was no longer alive, and most of his descendants had long surpassed the age he was when he vanished. He would almost certainly never see anyone from his generation again.

The God King, reborn into the human world, scanned everyone, carefully examining his descendants. He uttered not a word, and no one knew his feelings at that moment.

Finally, when he saw Ye Fan, a flicker of emotion appeared on his face for the first time; he seemed startled, but then quickly grew calm again.

“Jiang Taixu, what if you have been reborn? This is not four millennia ago; it is no longer your era!” Not far from the Dragon Transformation Pool, a great figure shrouded in black mist spoke in a low voice, his eyes like abysses, staring coldly ahead.

At this moment, the other terrifying figures also calmed down. They were extraordinary individuals, regaining composure instantly. No matter how great Jiang Taixu’s reputation, he was a hero at the end of his path. Sealed for four millennia, his lifespan had long dried up; waking up was already a miracle. Could he possibly still fight?

The people of the Jiang family felt as if cold water had been thrown over them. They instantly realized all this, and their hearts filled with unwillingness.

“Unless he is the reincarnation of a Great Emperor, how could he possibly rise and fight?!” another Saint Lord-level figure exclaimed.

“God King Jiang, you did not live in the same era as us, but we meet in your twilight years. We don't know whose regret this is, but today, with so many of us here to see you off, may you rest in peace!”

The thirteen Saint Lord-level figures stepped forward together, pressing closer. The depths of the underground palace violently shook, and water splashed from the Dragon Transformation Pool.

“Slay the God King!”These four words were like a hammer of immense weight, striking everyone's heart, filled with endless murderous intent, pressing down on the old God King.

At this moment, everyone in God City was alarmed. They could clearly hear these words, and their minds reeled. The many powerful overlords were truly about to make their move.

“How dare you!”Jiang Yun stepped forward, an ancient pagoda hovering above his head, and a black battle-halberd in his hand. He stood before the Dragon Transformation Pool, continuously vibrating his divine weapon to dispel that shocking murderous intent.

At the same time, many elder figures of the Jiang family also acted, blocking the four-word murderous intent and scattering it in the air.

Pffft... pffft...Except for Jiang Yun, all the other elders coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. The murderous intent unleashed by the thirteen Saint Lords was enough to kill powerful cultivators; very few could withstand it. Many staggered back, almost collapsing to the ground. The thirteen figures before them were mighty rulers of their respective domains, simply irresistible.

One of the mighty figures stared indifferently at Jiang Yun and said, “The Jiang family's Saint Lord has not even arrived, so why do you seek your own death?”

“So many of you, each domineering in your own region, now joining forces to kill a sorrowful old man. Do you not feel ashamed?!” Jiang Yun roared.

“We are here for the secret of Emperor Wu Shi, for the 'Dou' character secret of the Nine Secrets. Killing the God King is only our third priority.”

“For a generation's God King, to have so many mighty figures see him off can be considered a form of respect. Otherwise, to die alone at the hands of one person would be the sorrow of a declining God King.”

Jiang Yun retorted coldly, “That sounds good, but everyone has their twilight years. Are you not afraid of facing the same treatment yourselves?”

“Eight hundred years from now, I welcome my descendants to kill me,” a voice sneered, sweeping his gaze over the few young and middle-aged members of the Jiang family present. He added, “I just fear you won't live as long as I have!”

“Jiang Taixu, reveal the secret of the Purple Mountain, write down the Sacred Battle Art, and we will spare your descendants!”“Everyone here is your direct descendant. You wouldn't want to watch them be killed, would you?”“The Hengyu Saint Cauldron has already been blocked. Even if the entire Jiang family came out, they couldn't save you! Moreover, you are already at the end of your life. Why persist?”

The thirteen Saint Lord-level figures once again unleashed chilling, bone-piercing murderous intent, piercing through the human wall towards the old God King Jiang.

Pffft!At this moment, even the mighty Jiang Yun could not help but cough up a mouthful of blood. He was the only one on equal footing with these individuals; how could he possibly withstand them?

“Jiang Yun, since you seek death, we shall grant it to you, then kill the God King!”

The thirteen mighty figures stepped forward together, causing the underground palace to almost crack apart. Their terrifying pressure surged like an ocean, sweeping away all resistance.

Splash...In the Dragon Transformation Pool, the sound of water rippled. The withered body slowly sat up, then gradually stood. The divine light in his eyes grew even more dazzling, practically capable of piercing through human bodies.

Jiang Taixu stepped onto the shore, one step at a time. He was still skin and bones, appearing incredibly emaciated, yet his movements were firm and powerful.

“Ancestor!”“God King Ancestor!”“What's wrong, what are you doing?”The people of the Jiang family exclaimed in shock, never imagining that Jiang Taixu could stand up, walk ashore on his own, and directly advance towards the thirteen mighty figures.

At that moment, with every step he took, a pulse resonated throughout heaven and earth. It wasn't particularly heavy, and it didn't cause the underground palace to shake at all. However, this rhythm was like the divine drums of the ancient Heavenly Court, sounding again after millions of years of silence, beating in people's hearts and making even the hearts of the mighty figures contract.

Thump... thump... thump...It was an unspeakably terrifying rhythm, as if the Primordial Dao itself was echoing. The people of the Jiang family involuntarily made way for him, their actions entirely subconscious.

“Hmph!”A Saint Lord-level figure snorted coldly, attempting to disrupt this terrifying rhythm. However, he failed to interrupt it; instead, it only became more heart-stopping.

“He's about to enter the grave, what's there to fear?!” A mighty figure stepped forward, directly making a move, charging up like a black lightning bolt.

Jiang Yun, holding his battle-halberd, moved to block, but two other mighty figures simultaneously attacked, holding him back and denying him the chance to advance.

“God King Jiang, I'll send you on your way!”

In a blink, that person surged forward, raising a large hand and bringing it down. This was not merely a hand; it was a rule of heaven and earth. One could even vaguely perceive patterns of the Dao intertwining, forming a web of order, displaying tangible power of the laws!

The hearts of the Jiang family members were about to burst. They wanted to block him but found it utterly impossible. This was a powerful overlord; no one but Jiang Yun could stop him.

However, Jiang Taixu remained fearless, walking forward one step at a time. The rhythm of his steps never faltered.

Suddenly, two crimson glows shot forth from his eyes, the same color as phoenix blood-red gold, becoming the only radiance between heaven and earth, brilliant and eternal, like the Hengyu Saint Cauldron bursting forth!

“Ah...”That mighty figure screamed. The hand he had brought down was pierced through by the eye-light, his interwoven laws of order were instantly destroyed, and the crimson glow, like a wisp of smoke, rushed close.

Pffft!Blood splattered. The mighty figure's eyes were pierced by the crimson glow, which then emerged from the back of his head, trailing a spray of blood. He cried out, flying backward.

“What?!”“How is this possible?!”“Jiang Taixu, in his twilight years, can still fight?!”Behind him, the other Saint Lord-level figures were all astonished at the sight. A dying old God King actually possessed such divine power!

“Ancestor!”“God King Ancestor...”The people of the Jiang family were shaken, their surprise mixed with joy. They had never expected Jiang Taixu to possess such combat power right after waking up. Imagining this, what immense prestige and power must Jiang Taixu have wielded four millennia ago? He must have been heroic, majestic, and infinitely charismatic!

That mighty figure, with his eyes pierced and the blow continuing through his brain, did not die. At this level of cultivation, limbs could regenerate, making it difficult to kill. However, he suffered severe injuries and lost his ability to fight.

“I, Jiang Taixu, have traversed my entire life, and no one has ever pushed me like this.”God King Jiang finally spoke. His voice boomed like a divine bell, echoing through the underground palace and reaching every corner of God City.

“Good heavens, Jiang Taixu has revived and regained his combat power!”Within God City, countless cultivators heard his voice and were all stunned.

“That's Jiang Taixu speaking, an old God King nearly five thousand years old... Wasn't he at the end of his life? How could he be so powerful right after waking up?!”

The people within God City were shocked, almost unable to believe it. Numerous Saint Lords had gone to kill the God King, only to inadvertently cause his revival.

In the underground palace, Jiang Taixu continued to step forward, his rhythm unwavering. That cadence became even more terrifying.

“Not good!” one of the foremost mighty figures cried out in alarm. His heart was in excruciating pain, almost on the verge of rupturing, and he rapidly retreated.

Bang!Jiang Taixu's final step landed with immense weight. The underground palace nearly collapsed. That mighty figure screamed, opening his mouth to spray out a mouthful of blood.

The thirteen Saint Lord-level figures were truly suppressed. They all flew back, instantly moving away from the Dragon Transformation Pool, watching the old God King with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

Jiang Taixu stood there like a green pine, unmoving. Then, with a sudden soft shout, he pressed his hands towards the void, continuously making gestures.

“Great Emperor Formation Patterns!”Everyone was astonished. Between Jiang Taixu's hands, laws and order manifested, imprinting themselves in the void. Mysterious runes were carved out one by one, shimmering with starlight.

All of this happened too quickly. The old God King instantly restored the patterns carved by Jiang Yun, and then continuously evolved and developed them, making the formation patterns even more terrifying and unfathomable.

However, at that very moment, his body suddenly stiffened, a trickle of black blood spilled from his mouth, and he fell straight down.

“Ancestor!”“God King Ancestor!”The people of the Jiang family turned pale with fright, rushing forward to help him up and then carrying him back into the Dragon Transformation Pool.

Jiang Taixu had no fresh blood to cough up; only a trace of viscous black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He was practically at the end of his life; had it not been for the nine small dragons swimming within his body, his life force would have been utterly extinguished.

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