Chapter 109

The Hun Dun Chi shot out from within his body, quickly expanding to several dozen meters, hovering above the heads of the Yaochi Saintess and them.

The pool's body slowly turned, exhaling myriad auspicious signs; hazy chaotic essence dripped down, protecting the few within.

"Don't run around."

Having said that, Yang Zhu rushed out again, free of worries behind him, his assault grew ever more terrifying.

"My goodness, this is actually chaotic essence, stronger than Xing Ye's Mother of All Things Qi!"

Duan De indeed had an eye for treasure; he instantly recognized the mist swirling around the Hun Dun Chi, praising it without end.

"Although the Mother of All Things Qi is rare, it has appeared a few times before, but the source of this chaotic essence exists only in legend—I never expected such a divine object to truly exist!"

Duan De rubbed his ample palms, excited to the extreme, his eyes instantly lighting up.

Seeing this, the big black dog glanced askance at the unscrupulous Daoist: "You dead fatty, you still know value, looking at your greedy appearance—could it be you want to snatch it?"

"You're the greedy one? You're talking about yourself!"

Duan De rolled his eyes irritably; who could compare greediness with the big black dog? It's practically a petty witch seeing a great witch!

He felt an unbearable itch to look; although he was greatly tempted, he could only look.

"Snatch? That's absolutely impossible!"

First, he regards Yang Zhu as a friend, so he wouldn't do such a thing; moreover, even if he wanted to, he isn't a match for Yang Zhu……

Don't look at Duan De fearing nobody in daily life, lively and jumping about; even the Holy Lord he doesn't put in his eyes, and he dares to covet even powerful ancient clans.

But toward Yang Zhu, he inexplicably feels respect, daring not to direct his intentions at him.

Another ancient creature with a human body and snake tail, bearing golden divine wings, lunged again, even stronger and more terrifying than the previous one.

A creature with six arms followed close behind, equally majestic and extraordinary, possessing boundless strength.

She is extremely beautiful, yet exceedingly ferocious; her six arms are covered with fine scales, her skin purple, as hard as refined iron, flashing a metallic luster.

Her six arms are more terrifying than weapons; she smashes down from midair, sending out purple ripples that can shatter even space.

A black shadow approached at extreme speed, surpassing the other ancient creatures; even his form was indistinct, yet one could feel a surging killing intent like a sea.

……

Several dozen ancient creatures surged forth together, each like a killing god, the killing intent they emitted almost materialized, extremely terrifying.

Yang Zhu's fighting spirit rose high; he had been worrying about finding no one worthy of a true great battle, and indeed he felt an itchy urge to fight.

His body emanated divine radiance, countless patterns surfaced, imprinted on his skin; his body became illusory, making ordinary attacks hard to harm him.

Behind him, chaotic mist swirled, evolving into a world, presenting a Dao diagram, as if he had arrived at the moment heaven and earth first opened, yin and yang powers circulating, the Great Dao's power surging forth.

Facing several dozen ancient royal clans, he showed no hesitation, meeting them head‑on.

He thrust out a palm, purple‑gold light radiating, divine light brilliant; every move stirred the Great Dao's laws, his assault terrifying beyond compare.

Boom! His palm collided with the palm imprint of the ancient creature with six arms; with a boom, the void collapsed, countless black threads crawling across space.

"Ah!"

A shrill wail like a ten‑thousand‑year‑old ghost; one of the ancient creature's arms spasmed instantly, its bones shaken thoroughly, turning soft and limp.

The power of the Great Dao swept in, with a rip‑sound tearing the opponent's arm apart; the aftershock surged, blasting the opponent's massive body hundreds of meters away. After the strike, Yang Zhu turned and thrust another palm, pressing down on the ancient creature bearing golden divine wings.

Boom! An ordinary‑looking palm, its might several times greater than before; after a muffled boom, the opponent's divine wings were shattered by Yang Zhu.

Yang Zhu closed in, giving the opponent no chance, intending to kill with one blow; but as he moved, he sensed danger, his body halted and he spat out a mouthful.

Whoosh! The Vermilion Mountain divine fire blazed fiercely, like a flood released from a gate sweeping forth; only a scream was heard, a claw ignited, and it hastily withdrew.

That was a creature pitch‑black as ink all over, only two meters tall, its body lacking scales, yet its speed was astonishing.

He approached Yang Zhu soundlessly, thinking he could succeed in a sneak attack, unaware that Yang Zhu had already seen his every move clearly.

Yang Zhu feigned pursuit of the ancient creature with golden divine wings, just to force him to act.

The purple‑gold divine fire burned, vaporizing flesh and blood; the creature tried to extinguish it, exhausting all its means to no avail.

The physiques of the ancient royal clans were horrifying, comparable to human divine bodies, yet before the purple‑gold divine fire they were burned to the point of melted bones and pierced flesh.

"Ah ah!"

The black creature emitted a piercing wail; in just a few breaths, half its arm was burned away.

When it realized this divine fire could even ignite the soul, it hardened its heart, personally tearing its arm out at the root, blood spattering like a stream.

It wanted to heal its wound, but found that after contact with the divine fire the severed injury could not recover; instantly it fixed a gaze colder than a blade upon Yang Zhu.

That gaze was like a piece of nine‑heavens profound ice, vicious and cold, wishing to tear Yang Zhu apart.

"You still harbor killing intent?"

Yang Zhu glanced at him, and in an instant countless flower petals drifted down, each crystal‑clear and bright, vividly dripping.

The ground turned into a boundless lake surface, with flower petals fluttering above; although each sparkled crystal‑clear and gorgeous, they held endless killing intent! Yang Zhu stood on a half‑meter‑wide petal, flawless and pure, his whole body glowing, like a banished immortal, sacred and ethereal.

"With a thought, flowers bloom; I reign over the world."

As the sound faded, an emperor's aura permeated, as if the Great Emperor opened his eyes, standing above the nine heavens looking down upon the boundless masses; all ancient creatures felt a soul‑shaking tremor.

Flower petals danced, containing endless killing intent; at this moment they all exploded, the terrifying aftershock sweeping over, the black creature being the first caught.

Pfft! The aftershock from the petals was unmatched; nothing could block it, the black creature was engulfed by the energy wave, torn into countless fragments in an instant.

The remaining ancient creatures likewise could not escape, all being swept up; under the Ruthless Emperor's ultimate killing move, any resistance was futile.

Boom! Boom! In an instant, the remaining ancient creatures were flung aloft, more than half suffering grave injuries, blood spraying like rain, some bodies torn apart in large chunks, blood flowing like pillars.

"The Emperor's killing move—how could this be possible!"

The six‑armed ancient royal clan roared with all their might, their eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

No matter the race, how strong their strength or talent, once the Emperor's killing move is unleashed, nothing can withstand it!

Yang Zhu has already slain three; now, under the 'one thought, flowers bloom' effect, two more ancient royal clans are exterminated, body and spirit destroyed! Yang Zhu stands like a banished immortal on the crystal‑clear petal, a speck of crystal‑clear light at his fingertips; he turns his wrist, and that petal instantly becomes a killing thrust aimed at one's forehead.

"Roar!"

The targeted creature let out a great roar, its mighty power able to shatter the void, yet it could not impede the flower petals in the slightest.

(End of chapter)