Chapter 972: God Shattering (For Alliance Leader Q Chai's Bonus Update~)

The sword radiance receded, and all fluctuations ceased.

Inside the great hall of the divine palace, the surroundings were utterly silent; the only sound was Mo Hua's faint exhale after exerting all his strength.

After several fierce battles, that one God-Slaying Sword strike had nearly exhausted all of his divine sense.

And in the very center of the great hall, the Evil Womb had also been split in two.

One half was blood-red, covered in deformed fleshy tumors, fused with the severed limbs of demons and monsters—a horned creature resembling a flesh-and-blood embryo.

The other half,

Liao Zheyan's divine soul had been protected, but, as Tian Ermiao had said, it was not absolute protection—especially at such close proximity to the Eye of Hell, Liao Zheyan was still affected.

"Master, after this incident, if you want to kill that Huang Fei, it will be difficult. The Heavenly Emperor Blood God will absolutely not give you another chance like this," Xue Ling spoke up at this moment.

Once this order was issued, it immediately took effect; the ministers lingering at the front of the hall promptly departed. Yet before leaving, their faces showed considerable resentment.

The door to the rest room was suddenly pushed open, and a sixty-year-old elder wearing glasses, his expression extremely weary, walked in from outside.

Qin Jun narrowed his eyes. It seemed this Chu Dao Holy Ancestor truly harbored ill intentions, wanting to seize him and threaten the White Emperor?

Gathered in Tian Ermiao's hand, it transformed into an azure-blue sword, with thunder rumbling attached to the blade.

Such a sight, falling into the eyes of the demon kings behind, caused nearly all of them to look down on the Bat Blood-Sucking Demon with contempt.

While digesting food, this fragment of the Gold-Series Dragon would typically evolve and disguise itself as a satellite, or simply attach itself to some large piece of space debris; either way, it would choose a very safe orbit.

Qian Mingbo's only chance lay here. After analyzing for quite a while, Qian Mingbo locked onto his first target—Cai Xiaoming.

Yet Liu Old Man Yu watched that scene and let out a perverse, giggling, coquettish laugh, her face full of Tao Zui and enjoyment.

Lady Gan had swollen, red eyes, a haggard appearance, and a deathly pale complexion. The clothes on her body were also wrinkled and unkempt, left unattended.

"Is there anything you need me to step in for? Within the scope of what I can manage, I can help you handle it, as thanks for your help in resolving my trouble this time," Rias said seriously.

Such tremendous tremors sometimes even came with infrasound; as the distance closed, the destructive power grew even stronger.

After a few breaths, Divine Venerable Zhong Xu withdrew his divine sense, yet his brow furrowed slightly. "Only two have ever appeared in the God Realm?" he was heard muttering to himself.

"Whoooosh—" The roaring sound of the Tranquility taking off, amid the residents' send-off, it left Camden and headed for Miranda.

The gatekeeper elder looked at Li Tianshu, then at the agitated Mao Yimin, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Yunhe neither agreed nor disagreed; at this moment it was not appropriate for him to voice an opinion. As a newcomer, Hua Limin was left somewhat staring blankly.

"Gu Jinxi, you said it yourself!" he gritted his teeth. His left hand, hidden behind his back, slowly drew together, and as it clenched into a fist, silver light burst from between his fingers; the pressure of a third-stage Tribulation Crossing cultivator flickered in and out of view.

Logically, he should have been suspicious—just as Yun Qing had said earlier, this child's identity was unknown, origins a mystery, his Wu Gong utterly bizarre, and his appearance far too coincidental; he absolutely should not have trusted him lightly.

Now that the chance was given to him, of course he would not let it slip. How Li Jiayu performed, he would wait and see. He wasn't worried either—whatever needed to be said, he had it figured out in his heart; he could put forward specific, detailed requirements for everything, and as long as it was carried out accordingly, it naturally wouldn't turn out badly.

Yun Jingting remained calm. With his right hand he took off his military cap, casually tucking it into his pocket; his left hand roughly tousled his short hair. He said nothing, made no excessive moves, yet his body radiated a palpable threat… like a tiger poised to strike, sending chills down one's spine.