Chapter 583: The Might of the Divine Weapon (Seeking Monthly Votes)

After five years of silence, the pugilistic world suddenly became turbulent, with one incident after another occurring in succession, leaving people feeling almost caught off guard.

First, a Peerless Divine Weapon was about to be born at Baijian Villa.

That divine weapon was extraordinary, causing countless weapons in the world to bow their heads in worship, as if it were the emperor among arms. Many martial arts experts wanted to seize this object, but unfortunately, their ends were all extremely miserable.

Then, a massive change occurred at the Tianxia Hui; the Buku Shishen Bu Jingyun rebelled and issued a challenge to Xiongba.

This battle was astonishing; Bu Jingyun's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms originated from "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils: Tianshan Tonglao," and its power was far superior to the original version, not falling short of Xiongba's three great ultimate arts.

And Xiongba compared himself to a True Dragon, so this palm technique happened to counter him perfectly.

Of course, Xiongba's martial arts had also progressed rapidly over these years, having already reached the realm of Three Qi Returning to One.

In the end, this battle resulted in both sides suffering heavy losses. But Bu Jingyun actually held a mentality of mutual destruction, finally grabbing hold of Xiongba, and the two fell together into a bottomless abyss.

Their life or death was unknown, and their whereabouts were lost.

With the disappearance of the Gang Leader Xiongba, the Tianxia Hui naturally collapsed, and the martial arts world fell into chaos once again, with major factions fighting fiercely to seize territory.

And just as the Central Plains were in internal turmoil, Juexin, the son of Jue Wushen of the Dongying Martial Arts God Palace, led two thousand Ghost Rakshasas to march into the Central Plains, plunging the scattered Central Plains martial arts world into a bloodbath.

A host of martial arts experts were either captured or killed.

News even spread that the Martial Arts Myth Wuming had his cultivation completely crippled and had been miserably captured.

And after Jue Tian wiped out more than a dozen martial arts sects, he actually threatened that Yu Liancheng must bow his head and submit, and present the Peerless Divine Weapon forged at Baijian Villa with both hands.

If not, he would lead the Ghost Rakshasas to pay a visit in person, level Baijian Villa, and behead Yu Liancheng.

"Dongying is just a tiny, insignificant country, I didn't expect them to be so arrogant."

The peerlessly elegant and stunningly beautiful Mo Baisuzhen picked up her teacup and took a light sip, her rosy lips stained with tea, becoming even more moist and lustrous: "I have sent people to investigate Juexin and the two thousand Ghost Rakshasas; they are simply not worth mentioning. Letting Xueyuan and Xiaomeng take eight hundred elite guards is enough to annihilate them."

Over these five years, Mo Baisuzhen had managed the forces of the Wushuang City sub-altars, overseeing and coordinating, keeping Wushuang City in perfect order, and rarely meeting with Yu Liancheng.

And compared to the past, she possessed an even more indescribable majesty.

Even the ordinary wooden desk seemed to tower ten thousand feet high and be unfathomably tall just because it was beside her.

And it was also during these five years that Mo Baisuzhen realized how naive and ridiculous her idea of "Demon Saves All Living Beings" was.

But she possessed a long and enduring life, and she believed that as long as the wheels of history kept moving forward, one day she would be able to see the "democracy and equality" she had pursued all her life.

"Although Juexin is young, his martial arts are not bad. Moreover, the Dongying style is extremely despicable, and they stop at nothing to achieve their ends. Xueyuan and Xiaomeng have shallow experience in the pugilistic world, and they could suffer a great loss if they are not careful. Besides, it would be one thing if it were someone else, but this Juexin is a person with the fate of a cockroach; he is very hard to kill."

Yu Liancheng chuckled; that guy Juexin is just a cockroach, surviving from the first installment to the third, and every time he gets beaten, he quickly regroups and continues to get beaten. He can be described as losing repeatedly but fighting on, fighting on but losing repeatedly; he is an important experience pack for Nie Feng.

"Of course, more importantly, I want to use the blood of Juexin and the Ghost Rakshasas to sacrifice to the sword, and incidentally lure his old man Jue Wushen here. Jue Wushen also has the fate of an overlord like Xiongba, and although he is a bit weaker, the more the better."

"Oh, what do you intend to do?"

"Pass the word down: I am at Baijian Villa, and that Peerless Divine Weapon is also at Baijian Villa. Whoever wants it can come and take it. Of course, be careful not to lose your dog life."

Tianshan.

The original Tianxia Hui had changed masters.

From time to time, Ghost Rakshasas with sinister auras, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes and wearing Rakshasa Masks, would pass through, escorting a group of dejected and dispirited martial arts experts.

Indeed, the Tianxia Hui had been occupied by Juexin and the Ghost Rakshasas he led.

Although these Ghost Rakshasas were not First-class Experts, none of them could be underestimated.

Before becoming Ghost Rakshasas, they needed to forget their true selves, use a red-hot Rakshasa Mask to cover their faces, destroy their real appearances, and signify covering up the past, from then on working wholeheartedly for Jue Wushen and becoming Jue Wushen's lackeys.

And the Ghost Rakshasas were often fearless of death, agile, forming arrays with a hundred men and armies with a thousand; working in unison, they actually broke through the forces belonging to the Tianxia Hui one by one.

Juexin did not kill these captured martial arts experts.

Because his father Jue Wushen liked the feeling of being bowed to and knelt before; the higher the reputation and status of the person kneeling and kowtowing, the stronger the pleasure and stimulation it brought him.

And the Martial Arts Myth Wuming was also imprisoned among them.

Wuming was the Martial Arts Myth and the guardian deity of the Central Plains martial arts world; if he could be made to bow and kneel, the pleasure it would bring would be no less than conquering a peerless beauty.

Therefore, before Jue Wushen arrived, Wuming had no threat to his life.

At this moment, in the Tianxia Diyi Lou.

A tall young man in black was overlooking the wonders of Tianshan; his face was cold and stern, and the hands behind his back were full of scars—he was none other than Jue Wushen's son, Juexin.

At this time, a Ghost Rakshasa was reporting Yu Liancheng's message to Juexin.

"Heh, pass the order down: depart tomorrow, level Baijian Villa, and behead Yu Liancheng."

Juexin said in a cold tone.

He was originally a careful and cautious person, but after stepping into the Central Plains, he had swept through the pugilistic world with only two thousand Ghost Rakshasas. Now he had even occupied Tianshan, and even the Martial Arts Myth Wuming had become a prisoner.

Everything had proceeded too smoothly.

It made him become arrogant and conceited.

What of the "Buku Shishen"?

No one could stop his ambition to dominate the Central Plains.

A few days later.

Juexin led fifteen hundred Ghost Rakshasas and appeared near Baijian Villa.

As for the remaining Ghost Rakshasas, apart from the wounded and disabled, they were used to guard the martial arts figures at Tianshan.

"That is..."

When he saw the "Peerless Good Sword" condensed from countless Sword Qi spanning the heavens and earth above Baijian Villa, Juexin was extremely shocked. Although he had long known about the divine weapon's spectacle, when he witnessed it with his own eyes, the sense of shock was beyond compare.

Immediately, Juexin's eyes became fiery, filled with greed.

That Peerless Divine Weapon had not yet been forged; if it fell into his own hands, why would he need to hand over this beautiful land of the Central Plains to his father Jue Wushen?

At that time, he could become the overlord of the Central Plains.

He could even counter-attack Dongying and make that guy who was worshipped by God kneel before him.

At the mere thought of this, the hot blood in Jue Wushen's entire body seemed to boil, and his whole person felt as if it were about to ignite.

"Charge! Trample Baijian Villa and behead Yu Liancheng."

A scorching light flickered in Juexin's eyes.

The more than one thousand Ghost Rakshasas behind him moved at the command, surging toward Baijian Villa like a tidal wave.

Inside Baijian Villa.

"They've arrived. How about it? Do you want me to take care of them for you?" Mo Baisuzhen asked with a smile.

"No need," Yu Liancheng replied with a smile.

"Then do you intend to take action yourself?"

"Also no need."

"If it's neither me nor you, do you intend to let Xueyuan or Xiaoqing handle them?" Mo Baisuzhen asked, puzzled.

"Neither." Yu Liancheng cast his gaze toward the Sword Pool and smiled slightly: "Although this Peerless Divine Weapon has not been fully forged, it is more than enough to kill such small characters. It is just the right time to see the power of this sword."

After speaking, he tapped his finger against the center of his brow, and an invisible ripple shot toward the Sword Pool.

That Peerless Divine Weapon had been stained with Yu Liancheng's blood and had long since been refined by him, allowing it to share his thoughts and be controlled from a distance.

Now, stimulated by his divine sense, the Peerless Divine Weapon in the Sword Pool immediately emitted a "humming" vibration.

Outside Baijian Villa.

A strong, ominous premonition suddenly surged into Juexin's heart.

Looking at the Baijian Villa less than twenty zhang away, he frowned tightly, his cold expression showing a trace of gravity.

The fifteen hundred Ghost Rakshasas he led had not concealed their tracks and had come with great fanfare; Yu Liancheng should have long since received the news. Yet, until now, not a single shadow had been seen at Baijian Villa.

An empty city stratagem?

Just then, Juexin heard a humming sound similar to that of a vibrating sword emanating from within Baijian Villa.

For some reason, this humming sound gave Juexin a feeling of oppression, as if a giant rock were pressing down on his heart, and that ominous premonition grew increasingly intense.

Following that, Juexin saw the Sword Qi sword spanning the heavens tremble slightly, and a ripple, as if substantial, radiated outward, expanding in all directions.

The speed of this ripple was truly too fast; in the blink of an eye, it was about to sweep over Juexin and the group of Ghost Rakshasas.

"Careful!"

Juexin spoke out.

Although he did not know what kind of power this invisible ripple possessed, the ominous premonition in his heart grew ever stronger. The moment the ripple extended over, he struck down fiercely with both hands, his palm shadows flying like a Heavenly Luo net—this was precisely the Heavenly Flowers Falling in Disorder of the Heavenly Luo Palm.

However, the ripple swept past, and it was merely a sweep.

"What is going on?"

Juexin frowned tightly, feeling that the ripple was definitely not that simple.

A sudden whistling sound of wind rose from behind.

Juexin did not even turn his head, striking out with a backhand palm; the powerful and tyrannical palm force directly tore a Ghost Rakshasa who was ambushing him into pieces, blood splattering everywhere.

"A spy? No! This, this..."

Juexin's expression changed abruptly.

He had originally thought the Ghost Rakshasa who ambushed him was just a spy, but he soon discovered that the crowd of Ghost Rakshasas he led were all filled with murderous intent, their eyes brimming with infinite killing desire.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Regardless of who was beside them, they danced their blades and swords frantically, slaughtering one another. In just a dozen or so breaths, there were countless severed limbs and a rain of blood.

Even if some Ghost Rakshasas had extremely firm wills, their eyes became dazed; they were either killed by the Ghost Rakshasas beside them, or their eyes turned red, and they soon fell into this meat-grinder-like slaughter.

Kill, kill, kill; there was only endless slaughter.

Among everyone, only Jue Tian was able to remain clear-headed.

However, everything happening before his eyes had already transcended his scope of understanding.

Watching this endless, tragic slaughter and hearing the sounds of frantic roars or wails in his ears, his whole body turned cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"This... what on earth is going on?"

Juexin kept fending off the Ghost Rakshasas rushing to kill him, his face deathly pale, his heart filled with confusion. When his peripheral vision swept over the "Peerless Divine Weapon" above Baijian Villa, he suddenly realized it must have been caused by the earlier ripple. This weapon was an Evil Weapon, and the baleful and murderous aura within it could make people go insane.

But why was he not affected?

Could it be, could it be that his will was too firm to be affected or twisted?

Or perhaps... the person who triggered this ripple was intentionally toying with him? Letting him taste the flavor of despair?

But regardless, he could not stay here any longer.

Flee!

He must flee!

Juexin channeled all his internal energy, carving out a bloody path. After escaping the meat grinder, he looked back at the direction of Baijian Villa with lingering fear, and then saw a shocking scene.

All the blood had actually gathered into a river, still emitting steaming heat. Then, this blood floated up unreasonably, flowing against the current, and flew toward the "Sword Qi sword" above Baijian Villa. As soon as the blood touched the Sword Qi sword, it immediately dissolved into it, soon returning to nothingness, as if... as if it had been swallowed and drunk by this sword.

Evil sword!

Demon sword!

A sword that should not exist in this world!

Juexin was increasingly horrified; as long as he could escape this time, he would never come to this eerie place again.

But in an instant, the fluke in his heart vanished, replaced by shock and deep, intense unwillingness and despair.

Because an incomparable Sword Qi was drawn from the invisible giant sword, the Sword Qi was awe-inspiring, as if it intended to slash through the sky, and it killed toward Juexin with incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, this incomparable Sword Qi was only three zhang away from Juexin, locking him firmly in place, giving him the feeling that he could not escape even if he went to heaven or entered the earth.

"No!" Juexin let out an unwilling howl from within: "I am not reconciled! I still have the ambition to conquer the world; how can I die here!?"

Under a strong will to survive, his hands suddenly erupted with palm shadows filling the sky, and all the palm shadows returned to him, condensing into a rigid and tyrannical giant palm print, like a giant wall, meeting the Sword Qi slashing down toward him.

However, it was all in vain.

The Sword Qi instantly shattered the palm print and severed Juexin's head.

Before Juexin died, he faintly heard a soft chuckle.

"Want to kill me? What a pity, you can't even see my face. Rest assured, you won't be lonely; your father will go down to keep you company in a while, a family reunion, happy and harmonious."

Thus, Juexin and the Ghost Rakshasas, who had swept through the Central Plains in a short time, all perished before Baijian Villa, their blood surging toward the yet-to-be-born Peerless Divine Weapon.

Meanwhile, Jue Wushen, far away in Dongying, received a letter, a handwritten letter from "Juexin".

Its meaning was roughly: everything is proceeding according to plan, very smoothly; please, Father, come to the Central Plains to carry out the next stage of the plan and truly unify the Central Plains Divine Prefecture.

After reading the letter, the high-spirited Jue Wushen led three thousand Ghost Rakshasas and set off for the Central Plains.

People of the Central Plains, I, Jue Wushen, am coming!

PS: The power is out, it's boiling hot, and my computer battery is almost dead, so I can't say for sure about the second update; I'll try to write it once the power is back... continuing to ask for monthly votes.