Chapter 470: Slaying the Heavenly Dao

If seeing the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus was not enough to surprise Wutian.

Then when he held the intact God-Slaying Spear in his hand, his heart was left with nothing but terror.

This was the top supreme treasure he had refined when he was the Demon Ancestor Rahu.

But because it was broken in that great battle with Hongjun.

He remembered that scene clearly; such a supreme treasure, even in his prime, he had no way to repair.

But the God-Slaying Spear before him could not be fake, and even the aura attached to it felt stronger than his own had been.

Seeing such a situation, Wutian could not help but feel as if he were dreaming; it was so unreal.

Even with Ksitigarbha by his side, he was about to suspect whether he had fallen under some illusion or was still not awake.

Watching Wutian in such a state, Ksitigarbha offered some comfort.

Only then did Wutian gradually accept this fact, and he was already filled with incomparable awe toward Wu Feng.

He understood that someone capable of refining such divine weapons must be an existence beyond his imagination.

He finally knew why Wu Feng could call Hongjun so casually.

Afterward, after some investigation, he learned that there were two ways to obtain the heart of the demonic path: one was to find a book that had an affinity with oneself, and the other was to buy it directly, but it required 700,000 exchange points.

This was something Wutian did not have now, and he was lacking more than just a little bit.

Upon learning of the scarcity of exchange points, Wutian finally understood how naive his previous thoughts were.

However, because he learned about the benefit of missions, his heart was once again filled with hope.

Because he became a customer, Wutian was also qualified to join the chat room.

He immediately saw the live stream footage transmitted by Hongjun and the others.

I saw that on Mount Olympus, all the deities capable of fighting had gathered.

Led by Zeus, Hongjun and the five others were silently watching all of this.

Appearing opposite them was a large group of people wearing white masks, arranged in an orderly fashion, looking not to be underestimated.

On the sides, there were even some living beings with strange forms appearing, also with impressive momentum.

"Is this the mission they are going to do?"

Wutian could not help but feel somewhat surprised; he did not expect that the people participating in this mission would be the currently recognized strongest combat powers of the Primordial World.

Putting everything else aside, just a single Ancestor Hongjun was enough to make people feel suffocated.

Even the Heavenly Dao had been suppressed by Hongjun’s domineering figure.

That day, when Hongjun broke away from the Heavenly Dao, Wutian had also watched from afar; he had not thought that Hongjun had already reached that level.

Knowing that this mission was to confront the Heavenly Dao’s evil thoughts of another world, Wutian already felt no surprise.

Even the Heavenly Dao of another world, in Wutian’s view, was definitely not Hongjun’s opponent, let alone mere evil thoughts.

At this moment, Wutian was also fascinated.

In the Greek mythology world.

Mount Olympus.

Sword intent gradually emerged from Tongtian’s body, and countless faintly visible sword auras appeared all around.

And in front of the battlefield, a figure completely wrapped in black mist had descended.

That was the Heavenly Dao’s evil thought, Mie.

"I hope you do not disappoint me, kill!"

With Mie’s order, the red-masked man at the head was the first to rush forward.

The main force behind followed closely, the shouts of killing shaking the sky.

Facing the arrival of this army, Zeus also waved his hand forward.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of deities on the temple instantly charged forward.

Ares, the God of War, took the lead, and his army became the vanguard.

At the moment the two sides collided, countless weapons clashed, and forces surged against each other.

Countless screams came from the battlefield; blood, wails, severed limbs, death.

All kinds of scenes were presented.

There is life and there is death; before the battle ends, neither side can truly obtain peace.

This is war, the war of deities, the collision of powerful forces.

As the gods of Olympus launched a desperate charge, the death-servants from the other world were also gradually decreasing in number.

"Clang! Clang!"

Ares, the God of War, and the red-masked man successfully clashed.

Both were holding a giant sword, waving it back and forth in the crowd.

Sometimes swinging the giant sword to cut the enemy troops beside them in half, sometimes hacking forward.

The sound of huge weapons colliding echoed over the battlefield.

Every clash would shake out a ripple, and the wind and waves raised were enough to blow countless people on the battlefield off balance.

After dozens of rounds, the two sides were almost evenly matched, with no clear winner.

Ares’s strength was very powerful, but the red-masked man’s strength was not to be outdone.

Seeing that those Titans had also rushed up, wanting to take the opportunity to cause chaos.

Ares realized the situation was not good; if this continued, his soldiers would certainly be the first to be killed.

Thus, he instantly retreated a few steps and went to kill those Titans.

Yet just at this moment, Haotian moved.

Although he did not receive any hints, Haotian felt that the credit at this moment was something he should strive for.

Thus, he instantly drew his magic weapon, the Haotian Sword!

With one sweep, the aura of an emperor was fully displayed.

"Let this seat meet you, you hidden-headed and tail-revealing thing!"

At this moment, Haotian’s eyes were full of murderous intent, treating the person in front of him as a dead man.

And the red-masked man was also very annoyed; Haotian had interrupted his battle with Ares.

Immediately, he wanted to vent all his anger on Haotian.

The giant sword in his hand suddenly changed as he swung it.

It actually turned into a golden long spear.

As the saying goes, one inch longer is one inch stronger; it seemed he had completely gained the upper hand.

But Haotian, on the contrary, looked up and laughed.

"Small tricks, sending you on your way!"

Haotian’s mind moved, and he casually sent the Haotian Sword flying, then controlled the sword with his heart; the sword divided into three, then into ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand.

Ten thousand swords descended like rain from the sky, dense and fast as lightning.

"Swish swish!!!"

Countless sounds of breaking wind entered everyone’s ears.

Then Haotian waved his hand, and his peak Quasi-Saint strength was fully displayed.

A golden curtain of light fell, directly blocking the advance of those white-masked people.

The red-masked man swung his long spear repeatedly, but facing such means, he could only dodge continuously.

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, a sword light slashed down, accurately shattering the red mask.

Revealing an extremely ugly face.

"Damn it, you despicable guy!"

The red-masked man was annoyed and ashamed, his whole body wrapped in fiery red flames, and the mask instantly restored to its original state.

Now Haotian would not agree.

You are ugly yourself, yet you dare to call this seat despicable?

Seeking death!