Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

In merely two exchanges, an instant.

The ninth and tenth ranked disciples of the True Inheritance from the two Dominator-level sects had lost their combat effectiveness.

Yan Rui lay on the ground, dizzy, his eyes blackening, his skull cracked, his face a bloody mess.

Ding Zhi, with a shocking bloody hole in his chest, slumped to the ground, already dying!

"Junior Brother!"

Xi Mulin and Ji Xiaohan cried out in alarm.

"Jun Wuxie, prepare to meet your end!"

"True Martial - Heaven Splitting Style!"

Sword intent ignited on their bodies, their entire essence, energy, and spirit burning, their momentum instantly doubling.

"Kill!"

The war swords slashed down, covering the entire fan-shaped area within the barrier, unleashing hundreds of sword lights.

Rumble!

A terrifying phenomenon appeared in the sky.

It was the image of a chaotic world being opened up!

Runes flashed beneath Jun Wuxie's feet, pulling up endless afterimages as he met the attack head-on.

In the process, boundless sword light bloomed from his body, his entire being transforming into a sword!

Embodying the sword!

This was the sword of the mortal realm, as if carrying the power of the entire human world, like a supreme sovereign's weapon judging the world.

"Stop him!"

The twelve members of the Black Demon Sect and Soul Hunting Hall reacted swiftly, attacking the sword that Jun Wuxie had transformed into.

However, the trajectory of the sword of the mortal realm was unpredictable, just like Jun Wuxie using Divine Travel Without Trace before transforming into a sword.

Their attacks mostly missed.

Only two Soul Hunting Scythes and the battle-axe of a Skeleton King struck the sword body.

With a clang.

The sword body only trembled slightly, still unstoppable, cutting through the sword energy phenomena of Xi Mulin and Ji Xiaohan, and with a soft sound, cutting Xi Mulin in half.

Almost at the same time, the sword body turned, and before Ji Xiaohan could react, it broke through her protective true energy, slicing across her fair neck.

That beautiful head flew high, blood spraying two meters high from her headless neck.

"Jun Wuxie!"

The three young sect kings of the Black Demon Sect trembled with rage.

Of their sixteen, two had fallen in the blink of an eye, one was dying, and one was seriously injured.

Now only twelve of them remained, their overall strength reduced by a level.

This damned Jun Wuxie, how could he sustain the superposition of two forbidden techniques for so long!

How strong must his physical body be, how resilient his origin, to withstand such terrifying consumption and backlash?

"Your grandpa is here, what are you howling about, killing pigs?"

The sword of the mortal realm fell, returning to Jun Wuxie's appearance.

He looked at the nine Soul Hunters and the three sect kings of the Black Demon Sect, a cruel look appearing at the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards them.

"Kill!"

The nine Soul Hunters launched a fierce attack, wielding their scythes.

Each of them had the talent to become a king at the third level, and each was at the peak of the tenth transformation of the Grandmaster realm.

The three from the Black Demon Sect were even higher in realm, genuine experts in the Sect King realm.

But at this moment, facing Jun Wuxie, who was only at the peak of the Starry Sky Realm, they felt an almost suffocating pressure.

The target they were hunting was so strong that it subverted their understanding!

How could a warrior at the peak of the Starry Sky Realm be so ferocious?

They were all kings, amazing talents in the eyes of the world, yet they could not kill someone several major realms lower than themselves.

Facing the attacks of the Soul Hunters.

Jun Wuxie strode calmly, waving his left hand at the three of the Black Demon Sect, the Red Dust Sword Qi cutting through the sky, forcing them back.

At the same time, he greeted the Soul Hunters with his fist.

The moment the fist imprint bloomed.

The terrifying scene of the collapse of the universe, the inversion of the six directions, and the reversal of yin and yang submerged the front.

All nine Soul Hunters were blasted away, the Soul Hunting Scythes in their hands almost flying out.

"You rats, hiding in dark corners, spying on those in the world with ancient blood, treating them as prey, wantonly hunting them. Today, I will let you taste the taste of being treated as prey!"

He walked towards the Soul Hunters, his steps firm and rhythmic, causing the world in the barrier to pulsate with him.

This rhythm and the roaring sound of his footsteps made the hearts of the Soul Hunters and the three from the Black Demon Sect feel as if they were being struck by heavy war drums, unbearably painful and about to burst!

As soon as he finished speaking, as those Soul Hunters launched another attack, his body instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in front of a Soul Hunter, his golden palm covering his head, snapping it off with a soft sound.

When the other Soul Hunters and the three from the Black Demon Sect attacked, they only hit his afterimage.

With a soft sound.

The head of the second Soul Hunter was smashed to pieces by his palm, dying on the spot.

The remaining seven Soul Hunters attacked him frantically.

The three sect kings of the Black Demon Sect, with no will to fight, turned and ran, but were shaken back by the barrier.

"Open the barrier, quickly!"

They roared at the Soul Hunters.

"Once the Soul Splitting Array is activated, it will never disappear unless the energy is exhausted or the array eye is removed from the outside!"

A Soul Hunter said coldly while attacking Jun Wuxie.

Facing death, they did not show fear, but became even more frenzied.

Jun Wuxie stepped on Divine Travel Without Trace, his fists displayed, dragons and tigers following him, each punch carrying the power of the universe, reaching the eight desolations, incomparably tyrannical!

The Soul Hunters continued to fall, either their chests pierced through, or their heads exploded.

"Hehehe!"

A Soul Hunter, his chest pierced, let out a森冷 cold laugh before his death.

"Jun Wuxie, you are very powerful, the stronger you are, the more excited we are! Such origin and soul are what our Soul Hunting Hall craves the most!"

"It's a pity, you don't have the ability to take it."

Jun Wuxie killed the last Soul Hunter with a punch, walked up to the dying Soul Hunter, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Hehe! How can the world know the power of my Soul Hunting Hall! We are only intermediate Soul Hunters, there are thousands of people like us in the Soul Hunting Hall, and above us there are advanced, special, and super Soul Hunters! No matter how strong you are, your origin, your soul are destined to enter our hall, hehe!"

Jun Wuxie slapped his head to pieces, saying: "You laugh like a broken gong, noisy."

He turned to look at the three young sect kings of the Black Demon Sect standing on the edge of the barrier, and walked towards them.

Every time his footsteps landed on the ground, the hearts of the three from the Black Demon Sect trembled, and fear appeared in their blue eyes.

"Jun... Jun Wuxie, why do you have to fight so hard for Great Zhou, why don't you join our Black Demon Sect, so we can save you from becoming the target of the Soul Hunting Hall, and your path will be much smoother in the future, how about it?"

"Join the Black Demon Sect?" Jun Wuxie sneered, saying: "You want me to associate with you Xilin people covered in animal hair, and think this is a favorable condition, I can only say, barbarians are barbarians."

"You!"

Anger surged in the eyes of the three young sect kings of the Black Demon Sect.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to you noisy, I only ask one question, what is hidden under this city? What is it that you want to get?"

"How would you know?"

The voices of the three were full of shock and anger.

"Speak! I'll guarantee you a whole corpse!"

"Hahaha, hehehe, do you think we will tell you? Dream on! Damned Great Zhou people!"

"Your Great Zhou is destined to be destroyed, descendants of Xuanyuan, will be exterminated from the world!"

"Damned inferior race, your time is running out!"

The three suddenly became crazy and pounced on Jun Wuxie.

Boom!

A battle broke out.

When the violent energy aftermath dissipated, fragmented corpses of the three sect kings of the Black Demon Sect remained on the ground.

At this time, Yan Rui, whose skull was cracked, whose soul was violently shaken, so much so that his eyes turned black, and who had been dizzy for a long time, finally woke up.

He saw the scene of corpses lying all over the ground and blood dripping in the barrier, his body trembled when he just stood up, his legs weakened, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"You... don't come over, you bumpkin, stop, don't come over!"

Yan Rui roared hysterically, his legs constantly shaking.

He almost collapsed.

His normally self-proclaimed firm Dao heart was so fragile at this moment.

So fragile that he hated why his heart was so afraid and uncontrollable.

"Heh, this is the True Inheritance of the ninth rank of the Holy Gate, the head of the Dominators?"

Jun Wuxie was a little stunned, this kind of goods, with only talent and realm, can never become a real powerhouse.

It seems that the Holy Gate has been too powerful in recent years, and no one dares to offend them.

Their True Inheritance disciples have been too smooth all the way, lacking the tempering of blood and bones, just like the flowers in the greenhouse, looking bright and brilliant, but in fact fragile.

"Jun Wuxie, you can't kill me! I told you to stop, stop! I am the head of the Dominators in the world, the ninth-ranked genius of the Holy Gate's True Inheritance, and I have a very high status and position in the sect! If you kill me, you will surely suffer the bloody revenge of my Holy Gate!"

"Idiot!"

Jun Wuxie kicked him in the face, sending him flying hundreds of meters, half of his head caved in.

Then he walked forward, his palm surging with blood energy pressed down on Yan Rui.

Yan Rui screamed, all the meridians and bones in his body were broken, his internal organs were covered with cracks, his cave heaven collapsed, all the energy stars were shattered, and his true energy leaked out like a flood.

He reached out and grabbed Yan Rui's hair, and the Red Dust Sword Qi, fused with the intent of soldiers and the power of the soul, split open the black barrier.

Outside, the eight patriarchs saw the barrier cracking, each with excited eyes, riding their horses forward.

As a result, when they saw that it was Jun Wuxie who came out, still dragging the Holy Gate's True Inheritance Yan Rui in his hand, they were immediately frightened, their bodies softened, and they fell directly from their horses, their faces as pale as paper, and their bodies trembled like chaff.

Jun Wuxie dragged Yan Rui forward for more than a hundred meters, and there was still no movement in the cracked barrier.

The eight patriarchs were completely desperate, their faces ashen.

“Young Master Jun, mighty!”

The Patriarch of the Mu Yang family suddenly shouted, getting down on all fours and crawling forward with a face full of fawning smiles.

“To be honest, we were forced into this! These beasts are too strong, we couldn't resist!”

Seeing this, the other patriarchs also quickly crawled forward, tears and snot running down their faces: “Yes, we hate them to the core in our hearts, but alas, we have the will to kill the贼, but not the strength to turn the tide! We are utterly loyal to Great Zhou, Heaven can bear witness! This time, we have committed a great crime out of desperation, and we are filled with remorse. We beg the Imperial Son-in-Law to give us a chance to reform. We will certainly dedicate ourselves to Great Zhou until our dying breath!”

Clang…

Behind them, the 70,000 to 80,000 rebel soldiers dropped their shields and spears to the ground, kneeling down with a thud.

“Imperial Son-in-Law, spare us! Your Majesty, spare us!”

Jun Wu Xie didn't say a word, reaching out to pull a war spear into his hand.

He abruptly threw Yan Rui towards the outside of the palace, then hurled the war spear.

Yan Rui's body streaked across hundreds of miles of sky, flying towards the East City Gate. With a *poof*, the thrown war spear pierced through the center of his brow, pinning him to the city wall, killing him instantly.

At this moment, Ji Liu Feng, still in shock from the dramatic turn of events, rushed over with the Imperial Guards.

“Wu Xie, are you alright?”

He looked at the cracked black barrier, but it was too dark inside to see anything clearly.

But he knew that those enemies must have been annihilated by his son-in-law.

Cough!

Jun Wu Xie covered his mouth, a wisp of golden blood seeping out from between his fingers.

He looked inward at his source, the cracks on it were more than ten times larger than before, nearly half a finger's width.

“I'm fine.”

He shook his head.

“Wu Xie, these rebel soldiers…”

Ji Liu Feng sought his opinion. Although he was the emperor, without Jun Wu Xie, there would have been no Ji Liu Feng, and no Great Zhou Dynasty.

“Your Majesty, turn around and don't look.”

Jun Wu Xie said calmly, then stepped into the void, walking towards the trembling eight patriarchs and the 70,000 to 80,000 rebel soldiers.

Instantly, the rebel soldiers were so frightened that they all collapsed to the ground.