Chapter 46: Slaughtering a Saint as if Butchering a Dog, Executing a Saint Master as if Cutting Grass

At this moment, countless powerful beings on Beidou were focusing their attention on Zishan.

Seeing that figure in white, they could not help but exclaim in shock.

"Is this Jiang Taixu?"

"The White-Clothed God King Jiang Taixu? Has he not died after four thousand years?"

"He has returned! Jiang Taixu has returned!"

Countless powerful existences at the Sect Leader level could not help but cry out in alarm.

They had once been fortunate enough to witness the magnificent spectacle of the White-Clothed God King being invincible across the world four thousand years ago.

These figures at the Sect Leader level could only be considered juniors to the White-Clothed God King.

Four thousand years had passed.

Some of his contemporaries had already died, while others had sealed themselves in Divine Source.

Only Jiang Taixu remained, his white clothes as they had always been.

Four thousand years ago, Jiang Taixu, in white as pure as snow, defeated all his contemporaries.

Standing above all the Heavenly Pride of his era, he stepped onto the throne of the God King.

Recalling that invincible figure in white from four thousand years ago, everyone could not help but feel a shadow cast over their hearts.

If it were not for the fact that four thousand years ago, Jiang Taixu was young and frivolous, unintentionally trespassing into a Great Emperor's dojo and becoming trapped within Zishan.

Then for these past four thousand years, they all would have surely been suppressed by that White-Clothed God King.

These four thousand years would have undoubtedly been an era belonging to the White-Clothed God King alone.

Now, four thousand years have passed.

Who could have imagined that the White-Clothed God King would return!

At this moment, countless beings on Beidou looked at the White-Clothed God King above Zishan, their hearts filled with deep emotion.

Within the ancestral grounds of the Jiang Family, one powerful aura after another began to revive.

This was an Imperial Clan, and they carried the bloodline of that Hengyu Great Emperor.

At this moment, within the Imperial Clan, countless powerful existences walked directly out of the ancestral grounds.

"Our Jiang Family Old Ancestor has returned; everyone, follow me to welcome our Jiang Family God King Old Ancestor."

"Respectfully welcoming the return of the God King Old Ancestor."

As an Imperial Clan, the Jiang Family possessed a profound foundation.

Within the bloodline of this clan, a proud heritage was passed down.

Before Hengyu Great Emperor attained the Dao, he had wielded the Li Fire God Furnace to slaughter in all directions.

After he attained the Dao, he protected the peace of the Human Race universe, preventing the Forbidden Zone Supreme from initiating the Dark Turmoil.

The White-Clothed God King was peerless in talent, trapped in Zishan for four thousand years.

Now that the White-Clothed God King has returned, the people of the Jiang Family moved their foundation directly, wielding an Imperial Weapon to go and welcome him.

As an Imperial Clan, the Jiang Family had too many enemies.

Likewise, the White-Clothed God King also had too many enemies; they did not want the White-Clothed God King to return.

In fact, this was exactly the case.

Countless ancient existences stared at the White-Clothed God King with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Trapped in Zishan for four thousand years, I do not believe you have no injuries. No matter how strong you appear, you cannot hide the fact that you are already at the end of your rope, can you?"

"Four thousand years, Jiang Taixu, you were invincible in the world, but now it is four thousand years later; the era of Jiang Taixu has changed. We are all progressing, only you, trapped in Zishan for four thousand years, have remained stagnant."

"Jiang Taixu, this is no longer your era, so wouldn't it be better to die in Zishan?"

Countless enemies of the Jiang Family and hostile forces from the past were all preparing to strike.

They wanted to take this opportunity to snipe and kill this White-Clothed God King.

They speculated that although Jiang Taixu had escaped from Zishan, he must have paid an unprecedented price.

No matter how strong Jiang Taixu appeared now, he could not hide that he was already exhausted within.

"Jiang Taixu, four thousand years ago, you could be invincible in the world. But what about now?"

Four thousand years ago, the White-Clothed God King was invincible, defeating all opponents; he was the nightmare of countless people.

Four thousand years passed, and many old acquaintances had already died.

But they still had descendants in the world and legacies preserved.

Now, four thousand years later, the White-Clothed God King had been trapped in Zishan, standing still.

Seeking revenge and wiping away the shame—this was their best opportunity.

Seizing this moment to kill the White-Clothed God King.

If the White-Clothed God King were given more time, with his talent, he could soon stand at the peak again, or even become stronger.

This was something no one was willing to see.

Four thousand years ago, the White-Clothed God King was a great mountain looming over everyone of his era.

Now, they wanted to overturn this mountain.

One peerless being after another walked out, heading toward Zishan.

Each one erupted with a powerful aura, like a divine furnace walking through the heavens and earth, their lifeblood vigorous and burning fiercely.

Fifteen figures at the Saint Master level appeared, simultaneously surrounding and attacking the White-Clothed God King.

They came solely to take the life of the God King.

The people of the Jiang Family arrived wielding an Imperial Weapon; they had long since learned from Ye Fan that the White-Clothed God King was still alive in Zishan.

For this recent period, they had been planning to rescue the White-Clothed God King from Zishan.

Who would have thought that the White-Clothed God King would kill his way out of Zishan himself.

The people of the Jiang Family saw fifteen Saint Master-level existences surrounding and killing the God King, and they were filled with hateful madness.

"This is too much bullying; if it were four thousand years ago, would you dare to stand before our God King Old Ancestor?"

Many living beings of Beidou watched this scene, and a sense of sorrow arose in their hearts.

Four thousand years ago, the White-Clothed God King was heroic and imposing, looking down upon the world; who would have dared to provoke him?

Now, four thousand years later, the hero is in his twilight years, yet he is being surrounded and killed by people who want to take his life.

Since ancient times, beauties have lamented their fading youth, and heroes are not permitted to see their hair turn white.

It is truly bullying the God King in his old age!

The people of the Jiang Family came wielding an Imperial Weapon, but the opposing side also wielded an awakened Imperial Weapon.

Too many people wanted to execute the White-Clothed God King; they did not want to see the White-Clothed God King stay alive.

Even if they did not directly join the encirclement, they still awakened their Imperial Weapon to block the Jiang Family's ancestral Imperial Weapon.

"Jiang Taixu, the curtain has already fallen; this is no longer your era, why not sleep forever?"

A Great Power of the Saint Master level struck, with streaks of the Great Dao weaving out to support the king of order.

Boundless killing intent swept through the surroundings, strangling the White-Clothed God King.

"Jiang Taixu, you are already old, while we remain young; today, I have come to send you on your way."

Another Great Power struck, and the powerful killing intent pierced through the void, charging straight at the White-Clothed God King.

And at this moment, Jiang Taixu finally moved.

These fifteen Saint Master-level figures were all hiding their heads and showing their tails, concealed within black mist.

But in the eyes of Jiang Taixu, there was no difference at all.

Jiang Taixu took a step forward, and his powerful aura tore through the void.

Lightning shot from his eyes, shaking people's hearts.

The fifteen Saint Master-level Great Powers all involuntarily felt a wave of palpitations.

The White-Clothed God King struck out with a palm and said indifferently, "Are those who hide their heads and show their tails worthy of being my opponents? I, Jiang Taixu, have traversed the world for a lifetime, and never has anyone dared to force me like this."

Boom, boom, boom!

A terrifying pulsation drove the Great Dao rules between heaven and earth.

Jiang Taixu stood there like a green pine, and with one palm, he pierced through heaven and earth.

A Saint Master-level figure was directly blasted into a blood mist under his palm.

"Four thousand years ago, I killed the likes of you as if slaughtering dogs."

Jiang Taixu continued to speak indifferently, "Four thousand years later, I execute the likes of you as if you were blades of grass."

As Jiang Taixu spoke, he pointed a finger, and another Saint Master-level Great Power was once again casually executed by him.

The remaining few Saint Master-level existences could not help but feel a tremor of fear.

"Four thousand years have passed. Can the God King in his twilight years still fight?"

"Is this the White-Clothed God King who was invincible under heaven for four thousand years?"

Countless living beings felt a sense of awe.

Even though four thousand years had passed and the God King had entered his twilight years, he still carried a demeanor that looked down upon the heavens and the earth.

(End of this chapter)