Chapter 883

That voice grew even colder.

In the distance, everyone turned pale.

More than four thousand years ago, the Twin Kings of Zhongzhou shook the world—the elder brother was the Sun King, the younger brother the Night King; they were twin brothers.

Together, the brothers swept the world with Sun and Moon, invincible and unmatched, truly peerless geniuses with no equal.

Jiang Shenwang was invincible in the Eastern Wilderness, but after encountering the Sun King, he fought his most grueling battle in history—a battle that shook heaven and moved ghosts.

They crushed all resistance, shattering countless mountain ranges, until Jiang Shenwang delivered a peerless strike that obliterated the Sun King's form and spirit, utterly annihilating him.

But the Night King should have died—he somehow survived until now.

And now, this Night King arrives wielding an Emperor-level magic treasure—not merely seeking to kill the Ancient Sacred Body, but to exterminate the Shenwang!

"Jiang Taixu, did you kill my elder brother four thousand years ago with the Hengyu Divine Furnace?"

The Night King roared.

"I never used the Sacred Furnace."

Jiang Taixu shook his head.

Above his head, the Hengyu Sacred Furnace emitted crimson, bloodlike light, more brilliant than the sun, drawing in tandem with the Emperor-level magic treasure above the Night King's head.

The Emperor-level magic treasure was in direct opposition.

The Night King and Jiang Taixu were about to clash as well.

The Night King was truly worthy of challenging a Shenwang—if they truly fought, it would be impossible to say who was stronger or weaker.

"Who lent the Emperor-level magic treasure to the Night King? He could never have possessed one himself—could it be an ancient imperial dynasty from Zhongzhou? Or a holy sect from the Eastern Wilderness?"

"This is trouble. Everyone in the world doesn't want to see my Jiang family allied with the Chaos Body—yet someone actually lent out an Emperor-level magic treasure. That Night King, the Sun King, wanted to seize our Hengyu Furnace four thousand years ago, and now he's back."

"His goal now isn't the Ancient Sacred Body—it's my Jiang family, it's the Hengyu Furnace!"

Many of the Ancient Jiang family felt fear; though they trusted their ancestral patriarch's invincibility, someone had summoned an Emperor-level weapon, rendering their family's own reserves useless—this battle's outcome was no longer certain.

If another Emperor-level magic treasure appeared, even Jiang Shenwang might be in danger!

"Friend, this grievance is between him and me—let me settle it myself."

Jiang Taixu spoke, ascending into the clouds, unleashing boundless techniques.

The Hengyu Furnace and the other Emperor-level magic treasure also entangled each other, not drawn into the two men's battle.

"Hum!"

The Emperor-level magic treasure radiated terrifying heavenly and earthly cosmic power, causing everyone to tremble; many collapsed to the ground, trembling in fear.

By the Dragon Transformation Pool, Ye Fan was startled—he looked up at the two Emperor treasures, wondering if this spectacle was too extreme.

He was merely a young cultivator in the Palace Secret Realm, fifth layer—just aiming to break into the Four Extremities Secret Realm—and yet these great elders had summoned Emperor-level magic treasures?

Of course, Ye Fan clearly understood his affair was merely the trigger—behind it lay Jiang Shenwang and the Chaos Body.

Everything began because of him, yet it erupted into a world-shaking battle, dragging in Fang Brother, the Chaos Body, and Jiang Taixu, the accomplished Shenwang—even reviving ancient grudges from four thousand years ago.

How would this end?

"Don't worry, Ye Fan. Of course, you may pause and watch. This is a battle destined for the annals. Such a great clash hasn't occurred in many years."

Fang Yu stood in empty space, not moving, merely standing there, pouring forth torrents of chaotic qi that blocked ninety-nine percent of all attacks in the world.

He himself now resembled a Chaos God, chaotic qi swirling around him, capable of devouring any divine perception; in his hand, the Chaos Tower quivered slightly but did not fly out.

"Watch more, watch more. If you act now, you'll gain tremendous benefits, understood? That hundred million pure yang pills—you can eat them all."

Fang Yu communicated with the spirit of the Chaos Tower.

The spirit of the Chaos Tower was a formless chaotic being, normally expressionless, but upon hearing that if it acted, it could devour a hundred million pure yang pills, it stirred with inner emotion.

"Of course, I won't disappoint you, Master."

The spirit of the Chaos Tower sent forth a mental message.

Both the magic treasure and its master waited, while all outside watched the battle high above—but sadly, most beings couldn't comprehend how the fight unfolded; only the heavenly cosmic sounds from the clouds occasionally rang down, striking everyone's hearts with agony, forcing them to kneel and bow in submission.

Suddenly, a muffled groan and a furious cry echoed from the heavens.

"Jiang Taixu, your lifespan is nearly exhausted—how could you have broken through to such a realm? How is this possible?"

The Night King's body trembled violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of silver blood that rained down over the city.

"Boom!"

Below, a vast expanse of magnificent palaces shattered as the blood droplets struck—their terror was evident.

"Heaven, that was silver blood?"

"Why is his blood silver?"

"The Night King spat blood—his blood is silver. Is he a god? Human blood can't look like that."

"Idiot, if he were a god, he wouldn't be spitting blood—some damn creature."

Some were stunned, claiming the Night King was a god; Pang Bo spoke up, cursing in the national tongue.

Though he couldn't defeat the Night King, he couldn't stand such a damn creature.

"Boom—!"

At that moment, a colossal divine statue appeared in the sky—like the primordial creator god, majestic and inviolable, immense and terrifying.

"What's that?"

"Lord of Night, Sovereign of Earth—this is the Night King's divine manifestation!"

"Heaven, it seems to obscure the heavens themselves!"

Elder figures knelt on the ground, gazing upward, finally remembering what it was.

Such a gigantic figure filled the entire sky of the divine city—a single hand descending could cover the vast ancient city.

This was the Night King's divine manifestation.

"How can one person's divine manifestation be so vast, transforming into such a god? This is too terrifying."

"So what? My big brother can do it too."

Tu Fei's expression was calm.

He had already witnessed the oppressive aura of his own big brother after he grew larger.

"Another Dharma of Heaven and Earth. Damn it."

Pang Bo muttered.

"Jiang Taixu, do you think you are the only one whose strength has grown over these years? Let me tell you, so has mine! Die!"

This deity seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth; a great hand reached out, covering the entire Divine City, blocking out the starry sky, and the heavens themselves trembled.

His great hand spanned the sky—truly a single hand covering the heavens—and a suffocating aura filled every inch of space, making everyone's heart tremble.

Under the watch of many, this boundless great hand seized the Shenwang tightly, seeming to crush him to death.

"Shenwang Sect Ancestor!"

"Laozu Sect!"

The Jiang clan members were all greatly shocked.

"The Twin Kings roam the world, unmatched across the ages. Jiang Taixu, I'll send you on your way!"

This terrifying deity's voice shook heaven and earth, as if rolling down from the nine heavens above.

"Po."

And just as his words fell, that colossal deity shuddered, and a bloody hole shattered open in his enormous palm.

Soon, there were a hundred bloody holes.

Soon, countless bloody holes.

Under the gaze of all, the Dark Night Monarch had just thrown out his fierce words when Jiang Shenwang pierced through his great hand in succession; various laws seemed on the verge of annihilating everything, directly blasting the Dark Night Monarch's great hand apart.

"Jiang Taixu, you must die today. This is your fate! You are destined to die at my hands!"

The Dark Night Monarch roared furiously; radiant divine light erupted from his body's surface, and a suit of golden divine armor manifested, covering his body and making him appear like a deity.

His black hair danced wildly, his face incomparably handsome; the golden divine armor burned like flames, and in his hand appeared a golden divine spear, which he thrust directly toward the Shenwang.

"I wear the divine armor of ancient sages, and the divine spear in my hand has an equally illustrious origin. What can you do?"

This Dark Night Monarch roared, gripping the golden war-spear and thrusting forward.

Jiang Taixu's expression did not change; his great hand actually reached directly for that golden war-spear. At this moment, boundless divine light surged up along the golden divine spear, directly setting the Dark Night Monarch's body ablaze and emitting a dazzling blaze.

"How can this be? My sage armor!"

The golden divine armor on the Dark Night Monarch's body was dazzling and resplendent, emanating the aura of ancient sages, yet it changed nothing—it could not withstand the raging flames.

Because the golden divine armor did not cover his hands, the divine light entered his body through his hands, and even the divine armor could not stop it.

"Boom."

His five viscera and six bowels all caught fire; the divine armor was brilliant, yet it could not protect what lay within. The Dark Night Monarch howled toward the heavens, but to no avail.