Chapter 141

This is Heavenly Court's supreme secret art, possessing awe-inspiring power; it is said that when Heavenly Court's killing move is unleashed, even sages must fall dead!

Heavenly Court—when exactly it was founded, no one knows; time is too ancient, even tracing back to primordial eras, its traces already existed.

As one of the oldest and most mysterious forces in this universe, it has endless legends; some may not be entirely true, but one thing is undeniable: it is sufficiently powerful.

During the era when Heavenly Court ran rampant, no one dared to confront it, and their inherited secret arts were even more terrifying, making people's faces pale at hearing them.

「Hahaha! 」

The golden divine waterfall shines to the extreme; under its dazzling divine radiance lies a killing intent so terrifying it makes one's heart palpitate, capable of slaying everything in the world.

「Rip! 」

The resplendent divine waterfall descends, terrifying beyond compare, withering and destroying; in an instant it tears a huge gap in the great net formed by laws.

Endless killing intent flows, heaven and earth shatter, extending countless spatial fissures that long remain unhealed.

Buzz! The golden divine waterfall trembles slightly, utterly shattering the Dao net.

All divine radiance retracts; a near-transparent crystal dagger hovers, instantly merging into the void, and when it reappears it is already above Wang Teng's head.

「Not good! 」

As if stared at by the god of death, a deathly aura seeps into the marrow; even as strong as the Northern Emperor Wang Teng, he cannot help but shiver.

The Martial Dao Divine Eye opens again, cutting out strands of divine silk, incomparably crystal-clear, yet as if it could sever the heavens themselves, emitting a terrifying fluctuation.

「Splash! 」

The transparent dagger hovers, not directly slashing down but lightly trembling, shedding a veil of rosy light that floods this place.

Boom—

Like ten thousand steeds galloping, like an endless deathly tsunami surging, the tremendous sound never ceases, comparable to rolling heavenly thunder, its momentum terrifying.

「How terrifying this killing intent is—what secret art is this? 」

Nan Yao and his sister are both shocked; facing Heavenly Court's slaughter secret art, they feel deep apprehension.

A killing aura like the sea, surging and turbulent, floods this place and that direction of time, making it hard for the observing cultivators to see the situation clearly.

The crimson land, ravaged by countless killing intents, has the ground sliced into countless heavenly trenches, each bottomless, like abysses.

As the killing intent gradually dissipates, a blood-soaked, disheveled figure staggers backward.

「It's Wang Teng, he's severely injured! 」

When people saw clearly, they couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

The Northern Emperor, whose divine might overwhelms the world, is now drenched in blood, his clothes completely dyed red, his body pierced with dozens of front-and-through blood holes, constantly bleeding out.

Wang Teng's right arm and left leg, under Heavenly Court's secret art, have been chopped into bloody mud, half his body smashed to pieces.

Most horrifying of all, his brow—his Martial Dao Divine Eye has been pierced blind! 「Teng'er, are you alright? 」

Seeing his beloved son in this state, Wang Chengkun feels anguish to the point of breaking, his eyes almost bursting, his heart as if cut by a knife.

Wang Teng is the strongest talent in his Wang clan since its founding, the person most likely for the clan to achieve Dao success.

If he grows up, he can at least guarantee his Wang clan will not decline for ten thousand years, leading the family to prosperity and flourishing.

One could say Wang Teng is the Wang clan's hope; if he falls here, it would be an enormous loss they cannot bear! 「Divine Body Dao Embryo, dare you kill my son? 」

Wang Chengkun bellowed, and the Wang clan's mighty experts stood ready, prepared to act at once to rescue Wang Teng should the situation turn bad.

「This is a life-and-death battle; are you not intending to interfere? 」

The White-Clothed God King bears peerless bearing; his cold gaze sweeps over the Wang clan, who all lower their heads in silence, none daring to raise their heads to meet his eyes.

Now the White-Clothed God King has returned—who dares to act rashly? Even the various holy masters must be reverently respectful. Recalling that night, the White-Clothed God King slew several holy-master-level figures and ancient monsters thousands of years old, displaying supreme divine might.

「Behave yourself; don't force me to act. 」

The White-Clothed God King finally glanced at a few of the Wang clan, then continued his gaze toward Yang Zhu.

「You've kicked an iron plate, huh! I spit! Just a bully who fears the strong, not a proper person! 」

Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen and others could not help but sneer, making Wang Chengkun furious to the point of his face turning green, yet he dared not act, feeling utterly stifled.

Who does not know that Yaochi firmly stands behind Yang Zhu, already untouchable, and now with the White-Clothed God King's favor, who in the Eastern Wasteland would dare not to have eyes?

Wang Teng pushes his divine power to the limit, moving the heavenly essence and the blazing sun and starlight, quickly repairing himself.

But Yang Zhu's attack contains a kind of magic; once a wound appears, it is hard to heal.

Wang Teng exhausts all his means, barely managing to mend his limbs; his body remains severely wounded, blood flowing incessantly, dyeing the crimson plain even redder.

The Northern Emperor waves both hands, distorting the void; the ten directions are obliterated, and who knows how many void abysses appear in heaven and earth, stretching toward unknown star fields.

「Heaven-chaos secret art, eternal banishment! 」

The Northern Emperor lets out a great shout, the void ripples, layer upon layer, as if Yang Zhu comes to shroud it, intending to swallow him into the void for eternal banishment.

All the heroes feel their hair stand on end, from head to foot; this secret art of the Ancient Chaos Emperor is terrifying, almost demonic.

「This is… the Ancient Chaos Emperor's secret art! 」

Someone exclaimed in shock; it is certain that Wang Teng has received the true transmission, mastering a terribly fearsome secret art capable of banishing a person into unknown spacetime.

Precisely speaking, it is to forcibly strike into a certain space, eternally sealing it, causing disappearance from this heaven and earth.

「Nothing to fear. 」

Yang Zhu's black robe sways lightly, revealing intricate and profound Dao patterns, iron strokes and silver hooks, each stroke containing endless charm, representing the ultimate comprehension of the Dao.

Layers of void press down, seeking to cast Yang Zhu into the void for eternal banishment.

Yet Yang Zhu's black robe billows, chaotic mist swirling; each strand can collapse heaven and earth, being the most powerful and mysterious substance in this world, hard to find even a single strand throughout the Eastern Wasteland.

Yang Zhu seems like an ancient emperor, surrounded by swirling chaos, Dao diagrams emerging, spontaneously deriving a world, as if arriving at the dawn of all things, everything returning to simplicity and truth.

Regardless of the surging domain and turbulent void, Yang Zhu's aura is like that of a banished immortal, standing unmoving; the Ancient Chaos Emperor's supreme secret art cannot budge him in the slightest.

「An emperor's inheritance is indeed strong, but it also depends on the user's strength and insight. 」

Yang Zhu lightly sweeps his arm, and heavenly Dao patterns pour from his black robe; each can smash a mountain range, collapse a region of void, terrifying beyond compare.

「Boom! 」

Dao patterns pressed down, as if time at this moment had ceased flowing; within it, myriad strands of chaotic essence dripped down, flowing, layer upon layer of void were utterly shattered.

"What divine artifact is this black robe? It possesses such might that even the secret arts of the Ancient Chaos Great Emperor cannot be shaken in the slightest..."

All the god masters were moved, their eyes fixed on the black robe on Yang Zhu's body, trying to discern the reason.

"Close call, the soul almost fell in..."

Unbeknownst to them, several people stared blankly, their souls almost sinking; in that brief moment, they seemed to have experienced thousands of years, as if separated by an age.

If not for the White-clothed God King's cold snort, forcibly pulling them back, they might truly have sunk in.

"What a terrifying holy artifact..."

Several holy masters came to their senses, all still fearful, breaking out in a cold sweat.

(End of chapter)