Chapter 734: The End of the God Slaying

The swift reversal of the situation left everyone momentarily stunned.

What was even harder to accept, of course, was the bewilderment of the loose alliance from beyond the domain. Lingzu was the most unwilling, having been almost directly crippled!

The old monster from Ci Tianqiong was terrified. The sword wheel left hundreds of wounds on his body, exposing bone splinters, and blood gushed out; he was nearly decapitated. If he hadn't been an assassin supreme, skilled at invisibility and ambushing weaker targets with surprising force, he would surely have met his end this time.

"There's nothing to fear, everyone, let's go together and kill him!" Lingzu roared from a distance, dragging the Spirit Blood-Transforming Banner.

At this moment, his heart was bleeding; a large section of the forbidden artifact's banner surface was missing from his hand, its crimson fragments scattered across this part of the universe. These pieces had been crafted from exceptionally rare and precious materials.

Yaoyao's grandfather, carrying the great cauldron, activated this supreme treasure, left from ancient times, and struck him again.

Lingzu's scalp tingled. Could he still use the Spirit Blood-Transforming Banner to block it? He truly feared it would be destroyed. He shifted his body sideways, doing everything he could to avoid the light.

However, to his horror, he found that the demonic light shifted with him, approaching his body, and was already very close.

"Divine Banner, help me!" he roared. He gripped the Blood-Transforming Banner with both hands and swung it fiercely, sweeping it towards the demonic light behind him.

This time, heaven and earth shattered. Demonic winds swept across this part of the starry sky, and various runes unique to the demon race bloomed, submerging the Spirit Blood-Transforming Banner.

Crack...

The Ling race's ultimate weapon suffered a catastrophe; the banner surface completely exploded and ceased to exist. Those crimson fragments, pieces of a supreme treasure, flew in all directions, scattering into the depths of the universe.

Lingzu screamed, "No!"

His eyes blazed with fury. The Ling race had spent so much effort years ago to collect these fragments, only for them to be shattered once more!

Back then, the top ten factions each had old monsters step forward to forcibly dismantle the Blood-Transforming Banner, and now this treasure faced another great catastrophe.

"Whoosh!"

The Saint Master swung the Star-Driving Whip. The domain reappeared, trapping Lingzu and preventing his escape.

"Everyone, quickly come and slay this scoundrel!" Lingzu roared.

However, the old monster of the Nether race, riding a bone dragon, turned and left upon hearing this, disappearing in a flash.

At this moment, Yaoyao's grandfather activated the great cauldron. A beam of light, transformed into lightning, flew from the cauldron's mouth and struck Lingzu, who could not evade it.

Lingzu screamed, disintegrating here with a muffled pop and exploding in an instant. As a Heavenly Reflection-level figure perished, blood splattered everywhere in this space.

A very dim stream of light flew out, attempting to silently pierce through the void and escape this battlefield. It was Lingzu's spiritual core.

Unfortunately, though Yaoyao's grandfather was not fully conscious, his battle instincts were incredibly strong. He sensed it and showed no mercy to anyone who opposed him. The sword wheel above his head flew out and crushed the spiritual core into dust!

Lingzu died tragically, vanishing into thin air amid a rain of blood.

However, the metal pole of the Spirit Blood-Transforming Banner pierced through the void with a whoosh, taking some fragments of the banner with it and disappearing.

This object was indeed sentient, knowing to escape on its own, and actually seized the opportunity to flee the battlefield!

This was mainly because Yaoyao's grandfather's attention was no longer on it.

Lingzu's death in the field deeply affected everyone. The Spirit Blood-Transforming Banner couldn't even stop the enemy, and the Demon Ancestor Cauldron was astonishing. Of course, this was also largely because the Spirit Blood-Transforming Banner itself was full of cracks, having been severely damaged years ago.

Even so, everyone realized that this Demon Ancestor Cauldron was too powerful; only the ultimate weapons of the top ten factions could possibly contend with it!

Unless the top ten factions deployed their supreme weapons, which typically guard their homeworlds and are not easily moved, other artifacts would be utterly ineffective.

Only then did people realize that the old monster of the Nether race, riding his bone dragon, turning and fleeing, was not cowardice but rather extreme decisiveness.

The Undying Vajra, whose body had been pierced and who still intended to rely on superior numbers to hunt down Yaoyao's grandfather, now felt a chill. He had originally planned to find an opportunity to strike, but now he hastily fled.

But Yaoyao's grandfather had already attacked him. At this moment, he resonated with the demonic cauldron, as if fused with it, both emitting light and erupting with boundless divine radiance.

With a boom, the man and the cauldron charged forward together. Yaoyao's grandfather, carrying the great cauldron, smashed it onto the Undying Vajra.

Among these individuals, the Undying Vajra's defensive power was the most astonishing. As a metallic body, he was incredibly sturdy and indestructible; he had even consumed some rare divine metals and a small amount of origin metal to evolve.

However, none of this mattered. After being struck, he erupted into a ball of light and exploded. The Vajra of the mechanical race roared, letting out a soul-shattering howl filled with unwillingness.

Yet, in the end, he was powerless to turn the tide. As he was torn apart, his soul emerged from his metallic body.

The great cauldron fell again, smashing onto his soul. The Undying Vajra shrieked. Various anomalies appeared in this part of the starry sky: crimson lotus flowers bloomed, ghostly figures multiplied, and black whirlwinds suddenly manifested in the cosmos...

His soul exploded, turning to ashes.

At this point, would anyone else dare to stay here? All were fleeing. After the old man, who resembled a corpse demon, gained control of this cauldron, his combat power surged. Who could contend with him?

Even among the top ten factions, only the ultimate treasures of the strongest few could possibly withstand this cauldron.

Everyone knew that at this level, such a cauldron could amplify the wielder's energy, boosting it by at least four times, making it absolutely terrifying.

Even Heavenly Reflection-level experts were retreating, not daring to challenge him!

This scene astonished people across the universe, finding it inconceivable. It turned out that even the strongest evolvers in their minds could be afraid and have moments when they dared not fight.

The Saint Master was acting. He used his domain abilities to force out the old monster from Ci Tianqiong, who was hiding in the dark, aiming to cut off all his escape routes.

Without a doubt, this old monster's strength was unfathomable. He was still unwilling to give up and continued to attempt assassinations, but once discovered, he was decisive, turning and leaving immediately.

However, Yaoyao's grandfather was extremely ferocious at this moment. The murderous side of his combat instincts emerged. His eyes glowed with blood-red light. He aimed the cauldron's mouth forward, and a thick beam of light, accompanied by chaotic thunder, shot out and directly blasted towards the target.

The old monster from Ci Tianqiong gasped. He was actually locked by some kind of rule. Helpless, he once again wielded the crimson divine sword in his hand.

With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere. Finally, there was a crack, and one-third of the sword's body broke off. Moreover, the lightning transferred into his body.

Half of his body was covered in blood, severely wounded.

The old monster from Ci Tianqiong was heartbroken to the point of wanting to die. The strongest weapon of their assassin organization was too severely damaged, and he didn't know how many years it would take to repair it by nurturing it in a blood pool.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Yaoyao's grandfather soared like an immortal phoenix, tearing through the cosmic starry sky. He flew over at extreme speed, carrying the cauldron, and time itself seemed to be distorted.

"Go!"

The old monster from Ci Tianqiong was, after all, a master of profound creation, and his own strength was immense. He forcibly used his broken sword to cut through the lock of the law runes and plunged into the wormhole.

At this moment, Yaoyao's grandfather threw the great cauldron, smashing it into the wormhole, where a massive explosion immediately occurred.

"Ah..." The old monster from Ci Tianqiong suffered such a massive loss for the first time in his life. Since his youth, he had always been the one assassinating others and instilling fear. Today, it was his turn to be in danger, to be hunted.

His body was hit by the great cauldron, breaking inch by inch, and blood splattered. In the end, only his head remained, enveloped in a ball of red light formed by his broken sword, and it vanished instantly.

Even the Saint Master sighed, "What a pity!"

People across the universe exclaimed in astonishment that the old ancestor of Ci Tianqiong had been almost completely killed, making many feel regret, as if he had been killed, this assassin organization would have been completely finished!

At this moment, silence fell here. When Yaoyao's grandfather turned again to look for opponents, everyone had fled; not a single one remained!

"Roar!"

The old man roared and carried the cauldron directly into the starry sky in pursuit. However, midway, he stumbled, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. After successive battles, he too was wounded.

Then, he grabbed the Great Heavenly God, who had been held along with the cauldron, and lifted him up.

"No!" The Great Heavenly God's hair stood on end. He felt incredibly humiliated. The day's battle made him want to go mad, having been carried around and treated as a weapon.

In the end, Yaoyao's grandfather tore him into two halves. Then, he used the great cauldron to smash him down, shaking him into a blood mist and reducing him to ashes!

Then, Yaoyao's grandfather once again pursued into the starry sky.

"No, Uncle, let's stop, don't pursue!" The Saint Master warned, sensing danger in the depths of the universe, where old monsters were lurking.

He feared that someone from the top ten factions might arrive with their clan's ultimate weapon. That would be huge trouble, and it would be hard to predict who would win.

This was mainly because Yaoyao's grandfather was already lost, not in a normal state.

Yaoyao emerged from the bronze coffin. She succeeded in calming the old man, stopping him from further pursuit, but she couldn't make him fully conscious.

At this very moment, Chu Feng's emotions were in turmoil. That this battle ended in such a way, with the local evolvers scattering the extraterrestrial alliance, was truly unimaginable.

He quickly opened a jar in his hand. Inside were pollen from the Sacred Weapon-Refining Tree. Then, he poured it onto a piece of origin metal that was overflowing with extreme yang energy.

This was left by Yaoyao's grandfather before he left, telling him that if he couldn't return on time, this was what he should do.

Earlier, Chu Feng hadn't acted, because the Saint Master was in the outer domain, accompanying Yaoyao's grandfather, so there was no need for him to worry.

Now that the battle was over, and they were no longer pursuing the enemy, Chu Feng doing this wouldn't affect the battle in the outer domain.

Hiss...

The origin metal was melting, revealing astonishing mysterious runes hidden within. Then, wisps of flowing light ascended, rushing into the universe, mutually attracting and responding to the origin metal within Yaoyao's grandfather's body.

The divine war ended; a battle that shook the gods!

The star sea was violently shaken. Who could have imagined such a result? It shocked the outer domain!

The whole world was in an uproar!

All races were passionately discussing it, everyone was talking, and the entire starry sky became boisterous.

However, the Saint Master was sighing. In the ancient war of old, they were the losing side, and it seemed their friends, old acquaintances, allied forces, and others had all been annihilated.

In this era, those people could no longer appear!

The Saint Master felt very sad. Although they had startled away those peak experts, it was hard to hide Earth's decline. Now, only he and Yaoyao's grandfather were left to fight.

Not long after, Yaoyao's grandfather sensed something. He roared and bellowed, his eyes blood-red, but ultimately, he turned and flew towards Earth, heading for Purple Gold Mountain.

This time, the Saint Master naturally followed him to Earth and descended together. He feared Yaoyao's grandfather would go mad and destroy everything here.

Yaoyao also returned, sitting on the bronze coffin. With her presence, her grandfather gradually quieted down and did not continue to rage.

"Saint Master, Yaoyao, Old Master!" Chu Feng stood before Purple Gold Mountain, incredibly excited, welcoming them there.

Behind him was another person: Chu Baxiang, the blood-reborn incarnation of Yaoyao's grandfather.

Next, a title from Chu Baxiang almost scared Chu Feng out of his wits, making him feel overwhelmed.

"Second Brother..." Chu Baxiang walked from behind, addressing Chu Feng this way.