Chapter 390: God King Night Kills the Holy Lord

Immense pressure shook the entire divine city, causing everyone to tremble, the chill penetrating deep into their bones.

Jiang Taixu's divine might was unparalleled. He single-handedly charged into a group of top experts, moving as if through an uninhabited land; no one could stop him!

He strode through the shattered void, sweeping all before him with such ease that it was like a leisurely stroll. In an instant, he sent three Saint Lords flying; no one could contend with him.

An old fiend attacked, his spiritual consciousness vast as the sea, transforming into a crimson ocean that surged forth powerfully, launching a terrifying, unparalleled spiritual attack against Jiang Taixu.

The Divine King was fearless. With a hand that seemed to cover the sky, he swept it down, using his physical body to directly confront this spiritual power imbued with laws.

With a single strike, the peerless Divine King's large hand shattered the power of laws, splitting the crimson ocean into terrifying waves that dispersed into the void.

The old fiend cried out loudly and flew backward, tumbling. Fighting again after four thousand years, his very first strike resulted in a heavy loss, and a chill arose in his heart.

"The Divine King is about to be slain! Our combined strength is enough to finish him!" someone among the thirteen Saint Lords shouted.

Jiang Taixu's white robes fluttered. His bearing was heroic and majestic, and his eyes were deeper than the starry sky. He showed no expression, betraying no sign of inner pain or anger.

Free from joy or sorrow, his robes unstained by dust, his divine power awe-inspiring, he moved through the world like a dragon. His entire being seemed to radiate a sacred glow; every gesture, every step, revealed the demeanor of a peerless master.

The person who had just shouted was struck by the Divine King from a distance, spitting out a mouthful of blood and sent flying backward!

The Divine King's combat prowess was astonishing. Such a display stunned everyone, filling their hearts with a chill. If this continued, everyone present would likely suffer defeat.

"Don't panic! Hold your ground! He alone is no match for us!" an old fiend shouted.

Thirteen powerful beings, along with three old fiends—each one a powerful overlord capable of looking down on the world, and all considered peak figures of their time.

Such individuals would almost never unite, as their status was too transcendent. They were masters of this land, nearly the most noble people in the world.

Yet, now they had unprecedentedly united. They were a force capable of slaying gods and Buddhas, and almost no one in this world could resist them.

However, they lacked the confidence to shatter the heavens and eliminate all obstacles. The Divine King opposite them was simply too powerful, instilling in them an ominous premonition.

"Kill!" Six or seven of the thirteen Saint Lords charged forward together, while three old fiends activated their powerful spiritual consciousness, preparing to launch a sneak attack, intending to kill the Divine King.

But Jiang Taixu's strength exceeded their imagination. Wherever he passed, the void shattered; nothing could stop him.

Evading the combined attack of six or seven Saint Lords, he instantly appeared before one of them, swinging his fist, tearing through the void, and striking the powerful being's chest.

This person was the weakest. Earlier, when Jiang Taixu first revived, two divine rays shot from his eyes had pierced through this person's skull, nearly killing him.

This powerful being had once lost his combat ability. After such a long period of healing, although he had recovered most of his strength, his vitality was still greatly damaged.

At this moment, Jiang Taixu appeared before him. The hairs on his entire body stood on end as he sensed extreme danger, and he immediately turned to retreat.

He was as swift as a ghost; few in the mortal world could match his speed. Like a wisp of smoke, he was almost ethereal, his body elusive.

But all of this was futile. Jiang Taixu moved as if walking through shattered void; he tore through heaven and earth, appearing before him in an instant.

This was a horrifying method, not a secret art of void traversal, but achieved purely by his own power. His movements were utterly natural, without any ostentation.

He truly seemed like a deity descended, looking down on the earth and surveying all living beings. Moving through the mortal world, he had no rivals whatsoever.

Jiang Taixu struck out with his large hand. With a soft hum, the force of his strike seemed not very great, but it instantly caused the void to collapse.

This Saint Lord cried out. He found himself as if branded into the void, like a painting fixed to a wall, unable to move an inch.

Boundless killing intent poured down like a galaxy, all striking his body and filling him with endless terror.

The sound of death rang out. This Saint Lord was torn apart by Jiang Taixu's large hand, a large spray of blood blooming.

Then, his shattered body let out a soft sound, turning into a puddle of blood and flesh, his body and spirit utterly annihilated.

Everyone was stunned, almost unable to believe what they had witnessed. A top expert had been killed just like that, becoming mere historical dust.

This was extremely terrifying. One must know that everyone present was a powerful being, looking down upon the vast earth, proudly dominating the mortal world. How many strong individuals could contend with them?

Yet, what unfolded before them was so terrifying. Powerful as they were, they too were unable to withstand a single strike from the peerless Divine King, who had just reduced one of them to dust.

"No need to fear! That person was already heavily wounded and had lost his combat ability. We will not be so easily defeated!"

All these individuals were firm of will; none of them were weaklings. They were all extraordinary individuals, dominating their respective regions, and naturally, they would not give up.

At this moment, the twelve Saint Lords retreated and gathered together, combining their strength to unleash an earth-shattering strike!

This was an unimaginably terrifying power that everyone in the divine city felt, as if a peerless abyss of devils had opened, threatening to devour the entire world.

Inside the divine city, everyone was startled and breaking out in cold sweat. Setting aside the Ultimate Saint Weapons, such divine might had not been heard of for countless years.

Everyone was horrified, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Enveloped by this aura, they immediately thought of doomsday destruction, terrifying their minds.

In front of the Dragon Transformation Pool, the void was easily torn apart like a thin sheet of window paper, as a vast impact of a thousand divine powers and ten thousand layers of Dao power erupted.

Jiang Taixu's white robes fluttered, his demeanor peerless. He stood alone in the void, and with a gentle swipe in front of him, he severed the firmament!

Many top experts were astonished to find that this world-shaking strike, powerful enough to sweep across the land, could not even approach him!

Jiang Taixu seemed to be standing not far away, yet he felt as if he were separated by an entire world, infinitely distant.

The divine power unleashed by the twelve Saint Lords was boiling, surging like a vast ocean, with terrifying waves shattering clouds and monstrous tides tearing through the air!

However, as these divine powers approached Jiang Taixu, they all plunged into the shattered void before him, as if entering a bottomless abyss, instantly vanishing without a trace.

Severing the firmament—this was a heaven-defying technique!

No matter how boundless their magic power or endless their divine arts, they had no effect whatsoever. All were guided into another dimension, unable to harm even a single hair on Divine King Jiang.

"Kill!" The twelve powerful beings were, after all, extraordinary individuals. They simultaneously shouted "Kill," and twelve miniature worlds appeared, extremely mysterious!

Some were like pure lands with fragrant flowers and birdsong, some like the dark and lightless underworld, some like a world of seven-colored glazed glass, and some like a boundless crimson purgatory...

The twelve miniature worlds, each unique, simultaneously pressed down upon the void, intending to fill the severed firmament.

They were using the "Dao" to mend the heavens and earth, intending to shatter Jiang Taixu's divine art and reduce him to dust!

In each miniature world, endless mysterious patterns appeared, as if creating heaven and earth, evolving into myriad great worlds!

These were the laws of the twelve Saint Lords, intertwined and almost comparable to the Great Dao itself, emitting a grand celestial sound as if echoing from ancient times.

The divine city rumbled, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Everyone was startled, as the celestial sound of the Great Dao, like a tsunami or a thousand galloping armies, was deafening.

Divine King Jiang pierced through the void, and it was unknown where he went, completely vanishing from the perception of the twelve top experts.

Although the twelve Saint Lords were powerful, they were not a single entity after all. While united, they could pierce through heaven and earth, but when facing a peerless master, they could not act with seamless unity.

The Divine King burst forth, with the Ancient Heaven-Devouring Demonic Jar above his head and treading on five-colored Dao patterns. He seemed like a divine lord descended to the mortal realm, looking down on all living beings, and appeared directly among the twelve powerful beings.

This was not the Ji family's Grand Void Art; he was completely piercing through heaven and earth with his physical body. Such power caused everyone's heart to tremble with dread.

Jiang Taixu threw a punch, striking at three Saint Lords with such overbearing power, treating top experts as mere grass, exuding an air of "who else but me, I am the only venerable one."

This was the peerless Divine King!

He struck amidst the crowd. The twelve powerful beings, full of apprehension, unleashed the order of heaven and earth, all attacking the Divine King.

However, the twelve Saint Lords were somewhat constrained, as a single mistake could heavily wound an ally because they were too close to each other.

The Ancient Heaven-Devouring Demonic Jar emitted dazzling light, swallowing like a whale and drinking like an ox, completely neutralizing the law-imbued divine power of nine Saint Lords and thoroughly blocking them.

As for Jiang Taixu himself, like a deity, he threw a punch, sending the three Saint Lords directly in front of him flying, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Especially one of them continuously coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, clearly having suffered heavy injuries, and was almost unable to stand.

The Divine King's white robes fluttered, and with the Ancient Heaven-Devouring Demonic Jar above his head, he shattered the void and appeared before him. His eyes were cold and merciless as a large hand swept down.

Under the Divine King's large hand, another top expert's body and spirit were utterly annihilated. A Saint Lord was reduced to dust, and ultimately nothing remained.

Alas, a peerless master who could sweep across a region thus turned into dust, forever vanishing from the mortal world.

At this moment, after killing a Saint Lord, the Divine King turned to look at the eternally departed Immortal Lady Caiyun in the Dragon Transformation Pool. His eyes held endless sorrow.

Even though he was unmatched in the world and capable of killing everyone, his confidante could never be resurrected. He was powerless to reverse fate, and his heart was filled with endless grief.

Four thousand years felt like a single day; she had silently and bitterly waited for his return, but in the end, she could only die in his arms. The Divine King was heartbroken, wanting to weep, yet unable to shed tears.

The void was pierced as three old fiends suddenly attacked, launching the most terrifying assault. They had been waiting for an opportunity and finally found this sole opening.

The three old fiends had been top experts more than four thousand years ago, once contending with Jiang Taixu. Although they could no longer cultivate their physical bodies, their spiritual consciousness had reached an advanced realm, with few able to contend with them.

Three streams of spiritual thought, like three vast oceans—crimson, verdant, and black, respectively—extinguished all obstacles, instantly striking before him.

This was supreme mental pressure, a manifestation of the Great Dao, intertwining to form endless power of laws, causing the divine city to tremble.

Even powerful Saint Lords felt a chill; if struck by this, they would definitely be annihilated. It was capable of destroying all things in the world.

Inside the divine city, many felt as if the end of the world had arrived and couldn't help but tremble.

The peerless Divine King had long ago perceived all of this. Even though he was sorrowful, he did not neglect his surroundings. His black hair danced wildly as two brilliant divine rays shot from his eyes, striking at the old fiend in the center.

His left and right hands traced the trajectory of the Great Dao, pressing forward to confront the other two old fiends respectively.

At the same time, the Ancient Heaven-Devouring Demonic Jar above his head vibrated, and thousands of auspicious lights descended, blocking the eleven Saint Lords and isolating them to the side.

The Divine King's two large hands glowed with mysterious patterns, revealing imprints of the Dao, colliding with the strongest spiritual consciousness laws of the two old fiends, and emitting thunderous sounds.

With his two hands, he forcefully shattered the terrifying spiritual thoughts of the two peerless fiends, striking them so hard they coughed up blood and flew backward.

As for the peerless fiend in the center, he collided with the Divine King's world-shaking spiritual thought. Between them, it was as if tens of thousands of great stars were falling, emitting millions of terrifying lights.

This vibration shook people's souls. Many in the divine city collapsed directly to the ground, their hearts filled with dread, almost suffocating.

The peerless old fiend's body was torn into pieces, and his skull was pierced by Jiang Taixu's spiritual thought, splattering red blood and white brain matter everywhere.

The peerless old fiend had cultivated bitterly his entire life, existing in the world for over four thousand years. His greatest strength was spiritual thought attacks, yet he was completely defeated in this very domain.

The Divine King shattered him with his world-shaking spiritual thought!

The peerless old fiend, half-human and half-ghost, split open, and streams of black mist surged out, permeating the air with boundless death aura, as if the gates of the underworld had opened.

The Netherworld Grass caused all of this; it was why he could live for over four thousand years without dying.

The Divine King swept his hand, and divine brilliance surged out like a tide, instantly purifying the entire area. The netherworld aura vanished, and the old fiend completely turned into ashes.

"Jiang Taixu... your spiritual thought is also this powerful?!" The other two old fiends were utterly horrified, their minds on the verge of collapse, and they continuously retreated.

They had consumed Netherworld Grass, nourishing and strengthening their spiritual consciousness to an unimaginable degree. They had originally thought their spiritual thought power surpassed the Divine King's, but unexpectedly, they were still no match!

The Divine King's heart was filled with grief, but his face remained expressionless, making no response whatsoever.

For four thousand years, he had wandered between life and death. His spiritual thought, forged through this, was indestructible. Who in this world could withstand it?

The three peerless old fiends, even if their spiritual consciousness had been nourished, how could it compare to the Divine King's arduous cultivation? Their defeat was inevitable!

"Together! Kill him!" the eleven powerful beings and two peerless fiends shouted simultaneously, but not a single one stepped forward.

Jiang Taixu's white robes were whiter than snow, his demeanor as refined as jade. His appearance was the same as four thousand years ago, but he no longer exuded high spirits; his eyes held endless sorrow.

With the Ancient Heaven-Devouring Demonic Jar above his head, he scanned everyone and stepped forward, pressing closer. The eleven Saint Lords and two peerless old fiends all involuntarily retreated.

This was the invincible demeanor of the peerless Divine King!

In the past, he roamed the Eastern Wasteland, hailed as the strongest in combat prowess for five thousand years. Even though he had been gone for over four thousand years, no one had forgotten him.

Now, the peerless Divine King had returned from resurrection. He was even more powerful, instilling fear in the hearts of the many Saint Lords and two peerless fiends.

One person confronting a group of top experts, yet moving as if through an uninhabited land, astonishing the overlords of this land and causing them to constantly retreat—what magnificent demeanor!