Chapter 694: Survivors (4)

Let all the people of the world become slaves of my Great Martial.

His whole body overflowed with intense, almost substantive divine light; his bizarre appearance and extremely twisted aesthetic were tightly wrapped by the projection clone of the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor. The twenty-seven Great Martial elders, like a demon god bursting out of hell, roared with joy, loudly howling and laughing, as they charged at the Great Wei formation.

Xiahou Rulong's face turned ashen.

Although the Great Wei elders of the Divine Manifestation Realm who survived here were the most numerous, the duel battlefield greatly weakened their combat power.

What's more, just now they joined hands to form a small world of a scroll; although the 239 Divine Manifestation Realm elders preserved their lives, they were gravely wounded, each of them depleted of magical power.

At this moment, the Great Wei elders were nothing but meat on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of this gang of Great Martial barbarians.

Xiahou Rulong screamed hoarsely: "Linghu Qingqing, my Great Wei… has surrendered… from today on, there will be no Great Wei in the world, only Green Hill… I only ask that the many clans present keep their ancestral blood offerings unbroken and their incense everlasting."

Xiahou Rulong threw the Avici Hell Seal before him to Linghu Qingqing, then quickly uttered an extremely vicious oath.

The 238 Great Wei elders behind Xiahou Rulong all lacked any fighting spirit; they glanced at each other, then simultaneously sighed, shook their heads, and each uttered the same vicious oath.

Linghu Qingqing heard this and was overjoyed; he let out a long whistle to the heavens, and the Undying Heart Lamp emitted a soft, water‑like clear light that enveloped Xiahou Rulong and the others as well.

With a booming sound, among the twenty‑seven Great Martial elders, the strongest and most senior, Wu Gan, raised his heavy axe and cleaved it against the clear light emitted by the Undying Heart Lamp.

Just one strike caused Linghu Qingqing to bleed from his seven orifices, and a thin mist of blood sprayed from all his pores.

Just Wu Gan's casual blow sent a terrifying recoil from the Undying Heart Lamp that nearly shocked Linghu Qingqing to death. His face turned deathly pale as he screamed hoarsely: "We can barely defend against one or two; Xiahou Rulong, what do you have?"

The Tenfold Heaven of the Divine Manifestation Realm…

At this moment, Linghu Qingqing and You Ruo both hated down to the bone.

This bunch of red‑meat‑eating, white‑stool‑producing white‑eyed wolves… You Ruo, this grandson, how many favors has he gained from Linghu Qingqing? Linghu Qingqing treats him like a living ancestor, yet this guy, this guy…

He didn't even give Linghu Qingqing any warning, just let him passively fall into this almost deadly predicament.

What's more infuriating to Linghu Qingqing is that he paid such a huge price to worship the gods, yet the gods chose this bunch of coarse people from the Great Martial Divine State… Is there any heavenly principle? Any royal law? What is this based on!

A mouthful of old blood spurted out; the Undying Heart Lamp's light blazed up, the surviving people of Great Wei and Green Hill quickly gathered together, the lamp's protective range greatly shrank, its light grew ever brighter, and its defensive power rose a level.

Moreover, dozens of Green Hill elders formed a small battle array, pouring their own magical power into Linghu Qingqing's body.

The Undying Heart Lamp instantly swelled to fist‑size; a tiny point of flame on its wick spun rapidly, producing a 'whoosh‑whoosh' sound of tearing air, its light becoming ever more blinding and dazzling.

Wu Gan gave a strange laugh; he and his twenty‑six fellow elders formed a circle, surrounding Linghu Qingqing and the others, and their weapons 'boom boom boom' fiercely struck the Undying Heart Lamp.

The light emitted by the Undying Heart Lamp violently shook; Linghu Qingqing, Gongyang Sanlü and the others assisting him in forming the array each bled from their seven orifices, while loud cracking sounds of shattering bones, meridians and organs continually came from within their bodies.

After just a few dozen blows, Wu Gan and his group hadn't even used much force, yet they had already beaten Linghu Qingqing and company to the brink of death.

"Heh heh, too bad, only five young ladies!" Wu Gan laughed loudly, his greedy gaze fixed on the pallid Gongsun Xiuniang and the four beautiful female elders beside her: "This is going to be troublesome..."

Hearing this, Gongsun Xiuniang's face turned green with rage as she screamed hoarsely: "Grandmother, I would rather die…"

Wu Gan hastily shook his head: "Don't rush to say harsh words; saying harsh words is useless. If you die, I'll send all the young maids of your Gongsun clan to the Imperial Music Bureau......"

Wu Gan laughed especially brightly: "So, Xiuniang, you must stay alive; otherwise, the young maids of your family will surely suffer a great calamity......"

Wu Gan's words were full of threat; Gongsun Xiuniang's face turned ghastly from anger, and her body trembled violently.

Suddenly, a sword‑light flickered past behind Wu Gan.

Dao Xiao Ke actually didn't die either; he survived just fine.

That makes sense, for with the Dao clan's escape techniques and divine‑ability secret arts, in that chaotic situation he wasn't the main target of the Martial Overlord's attack; wanting to survive was the simplest thing.

But just as Dao Xiao Ke swung his sword, Wu Gan's left hand shot back and caught it with a 'ding'; Dao Xiao Ke's long sword was firmly seized by Wu Gan's one hand. Wu Gan's right foot lashed out like lightning, and Dao Xiao Ke, unable to dodge, was kicked squarely.

With a tremendous bang, Dao Xiao Ke's abdomen burst open, flesh and blood flying; his lower body was broken, his upper body dragging a trail of gory blood as he fled in disarray into the void.

But just as his body had vanished into the void, a Great Martial elder beside Wu Gan let out a great roar.

The void within dozens of li around him violently trembled; the sound waves were like countless forces slicing the void, and we saw more than a dozen figures in the void simultaneously shatter—Dao Xiao Ke and the dozen or so surviving Dao clan elders were all pulverized by the force of that roar.

Poor Dao Xiao Ke… seeing the Gongsun Xiuniang he had deemed a forbidden delicacy being humiliated and threatened by Wu Gan, he, filled with rage and desperation, immediately struck out to assassinate.

But Wu Gan's power at this moment was utterly beyond what Dao Xiao Ke could imagine.

One slip, and Dao Xiao Ke perished body and soul, taking with him the dozen or so Dao clan elders who had barely survived.

Again, more than a dozen pillars of light shot up into the sky, and Wu Gan together with the host of Great Martial elders burst into ever more ferocious laughter.

Amid the laughter, a Great Wei elder suddenly hissed: "Do you still remember… the Exit Pact we drafted back then?"

The faces of all the Great Wei elders turned extremely weird as they widened their eyes; then they simultaneously formed hand signs, chanted incantations, and pointed fiercely at the twenty‑seven smug Great Martial elders.

Then they saw flames erupt from the bodies of the Great Martial elders.

Boom after boom, the twenty‑seven Great Martial elders each spat out mouthfuls of blood; struck by this sudden explosion, they were left in a sorry state, with twenty‑five of them sitting helplessly on the ground, unable to move.

Linghu Qingqing and Gongyang Sanlü's faces instantly turned extraordinarily colorful.