Chapter 736: Brother Brother Xuanwu's Ten Kings

The successor disciple before him, named Armor King.

Though he is at the peak of the Golden Core Stage, even an ordinary Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun must bow before him and dare not claim seniority, regardless of all status factors.

"Since,"

"you know you have violated the military laws,"

The Jin Jia giant gazed at the blue-robed Jin Dan kneeling below, unsure of his thoughts; after a long while, he spoke indifferently, "Then punish him according to my military laws."

"How so?"

"A successor must commit suicide."

Someone spoke in a deep voice.

"Then let it be so."

The Jin Jia giant said indifferently.

The Heavenly Palace military laws, though harsh, would not execute a peak Golden Core Stage cultivator merely for speaking out; such cruelty is rare even within the entire Heavenly Palace.

"My crime does not deserve death!"

Rumor has it this is a legacy from the Giant Spirit Divine General of the Xian Gao Jie.

One of the top legacies of the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace,

Xianzong cultivators are self-reliant and independent; they would never stand idle waiting for death. In an instant, he used a demonic path Mi Fa to burn his vital blood and lifespan, drew out an ancient bronze arrow, and fled madly toward the distance.

"Successor, spare my life! Please let me serve as a vanguard suicide soldier..."

A Zhang Yin shot forth from his hand.

The blue-robed Jin Dan was terrified but dared not resist, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy.

"I will report to the Heavenly Palace that you died bravely in battle. Compensation will fall upon your family and descendants; you will not die in vain."

Its nature is utmost rigidity, utmost magnitude, and unbreakable.

The surrounding Jin Dan cultivators were also terrified.

The Jin Jia giant showed impatience, shook his head slightly as if facing a buzzing fly, and slammed his palm down.

In the next moment, it grew to dozens of zhang in size, with five complete fingers, palm lines clear as gullies, radiant with Jin Chong Guang, and its entire body seemed cast from divine metal.

The Jin Jia giant said indifferently.

Boom!

The Vajra giant palm descended, smashing him, body and treasure alike, into a lump of minced flesh.

"I gave you dignity; since you did not want it, then let it be."

"Someone, record this: say he fought for the Heavenly Palace and died with loyalty and bravery; grant compensation to his family according to the highest special standard."

"Successor!"

The Giant Spirit Vajra Sutra!

This is a pure body-cultivation Gong Fa, reputed to lead directly to the Void Refinement realm; only due to resource scarcity was the Void Refinement legacy removed, and it is forbidden for anyone outside the Dao Children to possess it, yet it remains one of the top Gong Fa in the realm.

The moment the Zhang Yin appeared, it emitted terrifying pressure; the surrounding space solidified like iron, making movement arduous.

The blue-robed giant's eyes bulged until his tear ducts nearly split.

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

A Jin Dan cultivator stepped forward, drew out a jade tablet, and recorded it.

"Senior Brother is benevolent!"

The surrounding Jin Dan cultivators fell silent as if frozen by cold cicadas, their faces becoming ever more respectful as they flattered.

In their hearts, they uncontrollably generated complex emotions such as gratitude, admiration, and reverence, all genuine.

Some knew this stemmed from the instinct for self-preservation, thus generating submission toward the powerful and beautifying the source of danger; others did not know, but no one was willing to think deeper, merely expressing their submission.

"Everyone need not worry; it is merely a small sect from a dozen or so minor worlds."

"Once the Immortal Palace grand army arrives shortly, we can reduce it to dust; at that time, we shall all be Heavenly Palace meritorious servants, with Nascent Soul opportunities within easy reach, and the Soul Transformation legacy not merely a fantasy."

After boosting the army's morale with blood, Armor King's voice softened slightly as he spoke: "The Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men fleet has just broken through the boundary and entered; their battle formation is scattered. This is a heaven-sent opportunity for us Heavenly Palace cultivators to earn merit. Achieving Nascent Soul Dao success in a single battle is not impossible; such great opportunities are rare."

"Yes, Successor!"

"We shall certainly serve the Heavenly Palace unto death!"

A crowd of Jin Dan cultivators revealed burning eyes and spoke in unison.

Looking outward from here, within layers of hidden formation arrays, flags stood like a forest, battle formations were strict, cultivators all wore Jin Jia, their auras powerful, each possessing great drums, bronze gongs, seven-stringed zithers, and other battle formation treasures.

And so on; hundreds of thousands of cultivators, the weakest being Foundation Establishment cultivators conscripted from various minor worlds, Jin Dan cultivators were common sights, and every battle formation emitted at least the terrifying aura of a Nascent Soul.

The Way of Battle Formations,

was originally learned by immortal gates from the Jiudaxian Sect, then forged into their own path and glorified.

Not only that; look at Armor King, one of the Ten Kings. Around the Jin Jia giant, thick incense faith circled, and indeed stood one by one Mao Shen, some with green faces and fangs, some standing majestically and solemnly, some holding ritual implements such as knives, spears, axes, and halberds, totaling twelve hundred, with the weakest auras at the Golden Core Stage.

Many Jin Dan cultivators merely standing nearby felt waves of sharp Metal-attribute Qi strike their faces like thorns on their backs, instantly extinguishing even the slightest thought of defiance.

Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, Guardian Divine Generals!

The Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's exploration of the incense path stood at the forefront of the realm; the three hundred and sixty-five Divine Generals stationed at the Heavenly Palace were reputed to be able to protect the sect's legacy from loss even in eras when Void Refinement great experts did not appear.

Below the three hundred and sixty-five Divine Generals, various deities were dazzling in variety.

For any important personnel of the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, carrying a guardian divine general was standard; releasing them during duels could easily crush opponents.

This was in peacetime.

In wartime, the guardian divine generals of important cultivators would receive substantial enhancement, reaching terrifying levels that same-rank cultivators would never dare imagine.

It can be said that the Minor Thousand Worlds and their populations are of crucial importance to the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace; they would never abandon them, never finding enough, and their greed for minor worlds is endless.

Once the Minor Thousand Worlds controlled by the Brother Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace and the accumulated incense reach a limit, no one can say whether an incense deity above Void Refinement will be born.

These matters were deeply feared by the Qidaxian Sect, even sparking murderous intent, leading to a secretly reached alliance.

"The Great Sun Sword Heir..."

The Armor King gazed at the distant demonic sect fleet, his spiritual sense sweeping over the twelve hundred Mao Shen guarding him, and the hundreds of thousands of celestial army troops farther away; he clenched his fists tightly, a fierce longing rising in his heart:

"Can you die in my hands?"

"If I become the Dao Heir, I will surely thank you properly."

The Celestial Palace has a decree:

Whoever slays the Great Sun Sword Heir shall be personally received by a Great One's avatar, aided in assimilating the previous Dao Heir of Brother Xuanwu, turning him into nourishment for the slayer, elevating him to become the new Brother Xuanwu Dao Heir!

This rule has existed since the time of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's rule over this domain, and has never changed.

Boom!

Boom—!

At this moment, space shattered; a terrifying roar echoed through heaven and earth.

The Armor King turned his gaze.

Forty-eight fleet groups of the Eastern Pole Demon Sect guided their aerospace fighters in a synchronized volley, blasting massive holes between the gale-force layer and the clouds, drastically reducing the impact of the dimensional breach.

Then, the elite First Army Fleet of the Northern Aerospace Forces formed a battle array and officially stormed into the realm; countless warships and aerospace fighters unleashed their main cannons in unison, shaking heaven and earth.

"Kill!"

"Kill kill kill!"

The Brother Xuanwu Celestial Palace's army also moved; banners fluttered, murderous aura surged into the sky, battle arrays coalescing into countless colossal Jin Chong Guang axes and halberds that surged toward the fleet, each weapon's aura no weaker than a Nascent Soul, terrifying beyond measure.

"Kill!"

The axes and halberds came down.

Warships were split in half by the Jin Chong Guang axes and halberds, blood and decks exploding, aerospace fighters reduced to dust.

At the same moment, the forty-eight fleet groups, still unsteady in their footing, fired again in unison, shattering countless ancient pavilions and towers; the facing Brother Xuanwu Celestial Palace battle arrays instantly shattered, the mountain-sized Jin Chong Guang axes and halberds turned to ash, blood sprayed everywhere, even Nascent Soul-level power proved useless.

But the Armor King paid no attention to this bloody battlefield.

"The Great Sun Sword Heir..."

The Armor King stared fixedly at the center of the Northern Front's First Army.

Amid layers of warships and aerospace fighters, a youthful boy, sixteen or seventeen, with a handsome face, wore the ceremonial uniform of an Eastern Pole Demon Sect aerospace general, a long sword at his waist, his gaze calm and serene.

His eyes swept the battlefield, then locked onto the Jin Jia giant among the twelve hundred Mao Shen.

Jing!

He drew his sword,

The boy lifted his blade, ignoring the constant explosions on the battlefield, the shattering warships and pavilions, the ruptured space, the countless bodies spraying blood.

He made no effort to hide or conceal himself; he walked steadily through empty space, sword in hand, advancing toward the Jin Jia giant surrounded by the twelve hundred Mao Shen, directly toward the tens of thousands of Brother Xuanwu Celestial Palace troops.

"You, come claim death."

(End of Chapter)