Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Silence. The entire scene was utterly silent.

All the cultivators from the alien world watched the dust-filled area.

In an instant, that dusty area exuded an extremely violent aura, and dazzling golden light bloomed, piercing the sky.

"Ah!!!"

A low, violent roar came from within.

Immediately afterward, the dust was blasted away, revealing Wang Zeyu, his entire body glowing, increasing in size at an alarming rate.

Ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters!

Wang Zeyu's entire body was radiating golden true essence light, transforming into a thousand-meter giant, like a golden mountain, possessing an indescribable imposing aura.

His strength had also surged to its limit at this moment!

"Wang Zeyu is fighting desperately, even using the Immortal Dharma Image! This is the ultimate sublimation!"

Jian Chen muttered to himself as he watched the scene, but he knew that even so, Wang Zeyu would probably still be no match for Jun Wuxie.

"This young master has never suffered such humiliation in his life! You native, you deserve to die!"

At this moment, Wang Zeyu was violent, his eyes bloodshot, his facial expression agitated, twisted to the point of being distorted, looking like a madman.

Being slapped in the face was an unacceptable humiliation for him.

This humiliation was as unbearable as ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart, completely consuming his composure.

Rumble!

As Wang Zeyu's words fell, the frenzied and violent him lifted his foot and stomped down on Jun Wuxie.

With a body a thousand meters tall, the sole of his foot was like a small mountain range descending from the sky, the domineering energy distorting the void.

Jun Wuxie's eyes turned slightly cold. He actually dared to make a stomping motion towards him!

He stepped away from Wang Zeyu's foot's coverage area at top speed, soared into the sky, the Taiji Star Sea within his body operating, the Origin Soldier Disassembly operating, the Dou Secret Art effect triggered, and with a step forward, with a rumble, the aura of the mortal world surged, and a River of Time appeared beneath his feet.

The river surged, flowing forward, stirring up countless waves, stirring the aura of time.

Every time a wave bloomed, one could see scenes of historical civilizations from their inception to their prosperity to their decline.

Everyone felt a sense of weight from the years, the great power of civilization, and only felt as if endless mountains were pressing on their minds.

The aura of the mortal world swept in, as if to drag people into the chaotic world, unable to extricate themselves, and as if ten thousand years of time had passed in a hurry.

Everyone inexplicably felt that they seemed to have aged, were rapidly aging in the years, and all the sharpness in their hearts suddenly disappeared.

Wang Zeyu, who was impacted by the River of Time, was the most affected, and the feeling in his heart was the strongest.

Boom.

His mind was lost, and in that instant, he was swept up by the River of Time, impacted, and many cracks appeared on the surface of his body.

The erosion of the mortal world made his mentality unknowingly become elder, his eyes no longer violent, but instead had a sense of sadness.

However, he was, after all, a mythological genius king in the third realm of Earth Immortal. After his mind was affected, he finally came back to his senses, roaring and struggling out covered in blood.

"Native!"

Wang Zeyu was furious, his black hair dancing wildly, his huge palm covering a large area of the sky, with immortal art laws lingering on it.

The moment the palm pressed down, there were mountains and rivers, sun, moon, and stars evolving within it.

Jun Wuxie only felt that the surrounding scenery had disappeared, and only the world evolved in Wang Zeyu's palm was in front of him.

That world suppressed downwards, covering the universe!

The people watching the battle from a distance all showed solemn expressions. It was the first time they had seen this kind of immortal art.

One of the Wang family's clan-suppressing immortal arts—the Heaven-Covering Hand.

This kind of immortal art was rarely used by the Wang family. They had never seen Wang Zeyu use it. They did not expect to witness it today in this alien world universe.

Jun Wuxie looked at the Heaven-Covering Hand that was suppressed, a vast world pressed down, as if the power of a world was condensed together, impacting downwards, making him feel a very strong power.

Faced with such an immortal art, he sneered, and his body transformed into a war sword flowing with the aura of the mortal world in the brilliant light.

Pfft!

The war sword soared into the sky, broke through the world in his hand, like a judgment weapon of a peerless king, in charge of the ups and downs of the world, in control of the life and death of all spirits!

Pfft!

A large amount of blood splattered, accompanied by Wang Zeyu's painful cry and roar, the brilliant war sword pierced through the Heaven-Covering Hand, rushed out from behind his hand, and the blood it brought dyed the sky red.

The war sword flashed and turned back into a human body.

Jun Wuxie stood on the River of Time in the Mortal World, with his hands behind his back, coldly looking at Wang Zeyu.

Wang Zeyu's eyes showed madness, and he once again launched a fierce attack on him.

Jun Wuxie's body rushed forward, transforming into the Sword of the Mortal World in the process, its speed so fast that Wang Zeyu, with his huge body, could not dodge at all.

With a pfft sound.

Wang Zeyu screamed miserably.

His chest was pierced by the Sword of the Mortal World, and his thousand-meter body spurted blood like a mountain torrent.

But that was not entirely real blood. Only a very small part of the real blood was actually blood. The rest was transformed by laws and true essence, scattered into light rain in the air.

Wang Zeyu covered his chest, his body staggering, his lips trembling, his eyes staring at Jun Wuxie.

Just when everyone thought he was going to continue fighting, he turned and rushed towards the Gate of the Realm.

His movements were so fast and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Obviously, he had already seen his situation clearly, smelled the scent of death, and did not even want the Golden Linhou anymore.

But he did not get his wish.

A dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Jun Wuxie reached out, and a golden dragon claw directly pulled Wang Zeyu back.

"Ah!! Native, even if this young master dies, you will not live!"

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Wang Zeyu let out a violent roar, and a mysterious mark lit up between his eyebrows. The mark left his eyebrows in an instant and rushed towards the Realm Passage.

Seeing this scene, before Jun Wuxie could make a move, Dugu Ruyan on the Eight-Headed Barren Serpent made a move. Her slender palm, condensed from true essence, pierced through the sky at an alarming speed, trying to intercept the mark.

However, the mark was very fast, and Dugu Ruyan was ultimately one step too late.

Jian Chen and Jian Xu also wanted to intercept the mark, but their reactions were slow. Just as they stretched out their hands, the mark disappeared into the Realm Passage.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that the mark he sent out had successfully escaped into the Realm Passage, Wang Zeyu immediately turned around and let out a wild laugh.

He looked down at his blood-stained chest and said to Jun Wuxie with a cruel expression: "Native! This young master has sent all the things that happened here back to the family! If this young master dies, you and the people related to you in this world will have to be buried with me!"

He threatened.

"Oh? You mean that your family, for your sake, will cross the boundary as a clan to fight to the death with the cultivators of our world? Are you insulting other people's intelligence with your stupidity?"

Jun Wuxie sneered. Even if the Wang family did not do this, even if they really did, what could they do?

"Brother Jun, how about we stop here?" Jian Chen came up to persuade, saying: "Wang Zeyu is indeed very arrogant, and his personality is quite annoying. He was blind today and provoked Brother Jun. Now, such a result is the price he should pay. However, he has already been punished, and I hope Brother Jun will spare his life."

"Yes, Young Master Wuxie, you have already beaten him, there is no need to kill him, right?"

Dugu Ruyan on the Eight-Headed Barren Serpent also spoke to plead for Wang Zeyu.

"Brother Jun is generous, why bother to care about him."

Jian Xu also stepped forward to plead.

"Brother Jun is outstanding in strength and amazing in talent, truly a real dragon among men." Zhao Wenting, wearing a long dress, came forward with a sword on her back, "Wang Zeyu has been defeated, and naturally will no longer enter Brother Jun's eyes. I hope Brother Jun can spare his life."

Then, Di Hui, with a feminine face, also came to plead.

Five mythological genius kings, not one was missing.

Their words and actions were very different from their previous actions to intercept or attempt to intercept Wang Zeyu's mark.

Other ancient legends and quasi-mythological geniuses also wanted to speak to plead for Wang Zeyu, but no one took action.

They did not really want to plead for Wang Zeyu, but because Wang Zeyu was the young master of the Supreme Ancient Aristocratic Family, his status was extraordinary.

Everyone saw what happened today. As long as they opened their mouths, even if Wang Zeyu died, the Wang family would not blame them for not saving him.

Jun Wuxie had already seen this point.

Not to mention the others, just the five mythological geniuses in front of him, not one of them really wanted to save Wang Zeyu.

If they really wanted to, they would have stopped him earlier. How could they wait until now to come over and say a few symbolic words.

"Hmph, what a joke! Do I, Wang Zeyu, need you to plead for me? And you don't need to pretend here!"

Wang Zeyu's face was iron blue, but he was very tough, especially when he looked at Dugu Ruyan, he suddenly became somewhat hideous, "Dugu Ruyan, the world says that you are the most dangerous snake and scorpion beauty, but this young master likes it very much. Unfortunately, this young master has not been able to kiss Fangze, this is the only regret, hahaha!"

"Giggle ~"

Dugu Ruyan's smile was extremely enchanting, but no one noticed the cold light that flashed in her eyes amidst her bewitching laughter.

Everyone was stunned. Wang Yuze was about to die, but he was still thinking about women.

What was even more incomprehensible to everyone was that the woman Wang Zeyu was thinking about was actually Dugu Ruyan, who had a beautiful and enchanting appearance, but whose methods were extremely cold-blooded and ruthless!

That was a female devil who had personally dug out the hearts of her biological parents. In their world, as long as they were cultivators, who did not know about this, who did not understand?

This woman always has an enchanting smile on her face. The more charming she smiles, the more dangerous she is.

In the eyes of those who know her, Dugu Ruyan's smile is even more terrifying than the Eight-Headed Barren Serpent under her seat.

"You native, if you have the guts, then kill this young master!" Wang Ziyu's body had returned to its normal size. He grinned, his eyes filled with ferocity. "Why don't you try it? See what the consequences are for killing the young master of an ancient Supreme Family. This young master knows that if I ask you to kill me, you definitely will, because you're an obedient dog!"

He knew begging for mercy was useless, and not something he could bring himself to do. It was better to try the opposite approach; perhaps there was a glimmer of hope.

Although he wasn't too afraid of death, he didn't want to die here like this.

"Trying to play games with me? How childish." Jun Wuxie slapped Wang Ziyu across the face, and said, as Wang Ziyu glared at him with fury: "Don't glare. Your glare won't change the cruel reality of your humiliation. Begging me to kill you? Since I began cultivating, I've rarely encountered such an excessive request. However, since you have such a request, I might as well grant it!"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Wang Ziyu to respond, his golden palm slammed down amidst Wang Ziyu's slight look of terror and unwillingness.

"Native, you and everyone around you will die a horrible death, hahaha!"

In the moment before death, Wang Ziyu let out a ferocious roar, but his voice abruptly stopped with the sound of bones cracking and blood splattering.

His head was smashed to pieces by Jun Wuxie in public.

The golden palm shattered Wang Ziyu's skull, turning it into something like a broken watermelon, splattering bright red blood all over the ground, and his soul was suppressed and killed.

Without any hesitation, Jun Wuxie publicly stored Wang Ziyu's corpse into his blessed cave, then looked at Jian Chen and the others, who had witnessed Wang Ziyu's death and whose eyelids were twitching.

When they saw his gaze, they revealed awkward, unnatural smiles that looked stiff no matter how you looked at them.

A long period of silence settled over the area.

The cultivators from another world had not yet recovered from Wang Ziyu's death.

A myth, someone who in their world had been surrounded by a halo of glory, a king among the younger generation standing on the altar.

But now, such an arrogant myth was actually killed, his head smashed with a palm, and even his corpse was taken away.

A myth-level king among geniuses, meeting such an end, truly a cause for lament.

"Everyone, don't just stand there. Weren't we going to travel together? Let's go."

Jun Wuxie's words pulled everyone's thoughts back to reality. At this time, many of the legendary geniuses stepped forward to bid farewell.

They said goodbye to Jian Chen and the others, and then left, going their separate ways.

Gradually, more and more people left, choosing not to travel together.

Among those who left, only a very few left alone; most went in groups of two or three.

In front of the ancient temple on the mountain peak, only Jun Wuxie and five myth-level kings among geniuses remained.

"Brother Jun, we're new here and unfamiliar with the place. Since we're traveling together, then please lead the way, Brother Jun."

Jian Chen said after he came back to his senses.

Jun Wuxie didn't say much and started leading the way.

He wasn't familiar with this place either.

After entering this city, he had followed the sound of chanting to this ancient temple. He hadn't been to other areas of the city.

This city was shrouded in special laws. You could only see a general overview of the city, and many specific details were unclear from a distance.

This meant that unless you personally walked around the city, it was impossible to truly understand it.

Jun Wuxie walked in front, and the five myth-level young genius kings behind him exchanged glances, each seeing deep relief in the other's eyes.

They were all very glad that they hadn't directly attacked Jun Wuxie to rob him of the treasures on his body and the opportunities he had obtained from the ancient temple.

With this Jun Wuxie's strength, even if they joined forces, it would probably be difficult to kill him. Once he escaped and came back for revenge after healing, the consequences would be unimaginable, unless they stayed together all the time and never separated.

But in such a world to search for opportunities, who knew what unexpected situations they might encounter that would cause them to separate?

Once separated, they would be defeated one by one.

Furthermore, although they were very envious of those opportunities, they also had some aversion to killing and robbing.

Thinking of this, Jian Chen suddenly transmitted a message to Jun Wuxie in front: "Brother Jun, to be honest, I originally came for the treasures on your body, but now I've dispelled that thought, because even if I join forces with them, it would be difficult to succeed. However, I still want to remind Brother Jun that Wang Ziyu sent back a message, and the Wang family will definitely have experts above the Overlord Saint realm arrive within the next few days!"