Chapter 776: The Daluo is Dead, a New God Must Be Established

At this moment.

Xing Yuxian really wanted to curse.

Especially at that guy she called Uncle Wei.

After taking a few deep breaths, Xing Yuxian wore a smile and bowed gracefully to Yu Liancheng: "Yuxian pays respects to the Champion Marquis."

Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow, a smile forming at the corners of his lips: "You actually aren't running? You should know, your father and I have some grudges. I was originally planning to find some time in the coming days to go find your father for revenge and twist his head off to use as a ball."

Hearing that the other party wanted to twist her father's head off to use as a ball, Xing Yuxian's expression did not change.

Her eyes were bright and moist, and she smiled sweetly: "The Champion Marquis's martial arts are peerless; for a young woman like me to run would be futile and a waste of effort."

Of course she knew that the Kongque King, Tianshe Wang, and the Master of the Profound Heaven Pavilion—three top-tier experts—had all suffered losses at the hands of the Champion Marquis and nearly lost their lives, let alone her, Xing Yuxian, whose Daoist arts had only reached the Great Completion of Possession. She was considered an outstanding talent among the younger generation, but in front of the Champion Marquis, she was completely insignificant. She feared that if the other party released his Qi and Blood, it would be enough to shatter her soul into pieces.

"Then aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Yu Liancheng's gaze looked straight into Xing Yuxian's star-and-moon-like eyes.

"This young woman has long heard that the Champion Marquis is a man who cherishes the fair sex. This young woman still has a bit of beauty, so I believe the Champion Marquis will not be so cruel as to destroy a flower." Following this, Xing Yuxian revealed a pitiful expression that made one almost unable to help but shed tears: "If the Champion Marquis truly wants to kill this young woman, then to die at the hands of a hero like the Champion Marquis, this young woman is willing."

Yu Liancheng laughed: "You seem very calm about death."

Xing Yuxian also smiled slightly and said calmly: "Death is, after all, the only destination. Even a Yang God expert cannot resist the torrent of time."

"Then go and die!"

This voice was uttered from Yu Liancheng's mouth, flat and plain, without a hint of emotion.

But at this very moment, his entire aura changed abruptly, filled with demonic energy. His flesh seemed to transform into a domain of ten thousand Demons; countless vengeful ghosts and Asuras crawled out from his body, and a most profound Darkness swept out like a long river, instantly filling every inch of space in the study.

And Xing Yuxian only felt her eyes shrouded in Darkness, unable to see her own fingers.

And within the Darkness were infinite demons and ghosts, seemingly close enough to touch, their breathing audible.

Her scalp went numb, her hair stood on end, and a fear beyond words surged into her heart.

What was even more terrifying was that the Darkness seemed to have substance, drilling into every one of her pores, leaving her body chilled.

She felt as if she had fallen into an abyss, or as if she were immersed in a nightmare from which she could not wake, trembling with fear.

Everything had lost its meaning.

Only fear lingered, unable to be shaken off.

Is this... the feeling of death?

"It seems you are not as calm about death as you imagined."

As these words fell, all the Darkness broke apart, revealing the scene in the study once more.

At this time, Xing Yuxian collapsed on the ground, her pretty face pale, as if her soul had been extracted, still shrouded in deep fear.

Yu Liancheng leaned down and reached out to pat Xing Yuxian's cheek: "Since you don't want to die, then live well; and while you're at it, do some work for me. I happen to be short on hands."

Yuanyang Fu.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with not a cloud for ten thousand miles.

The long street was bustling with crowds, and the sounds of hawking and calling were incessant.

A slender figure strolled along the street.

This person was dressed as a scholar in green, holding a Folding Fan, looking elegant and graceful.

But as long as one's eyes weren't blind, one could see this was a beauty in men's clothing.

And a very beautiful woman at that.

A moment later, the woman arrived at a temple.

What was worshipped in this temple was the greatest deity of the south—the Daluo Tianzun.

"Stop, those who come! If you wish to worship the Heavenly Venerable, you need only stay outside the railing. Trespassing into the temple will surely bring the Heavenly Venerable's punishment!"

Guarding the temple was a group of Martial Warriors with vigorous Qi and Blood; they were all peripheral members of the Daluo Sect, and among them was an Innate Martial Master.

However, the beauty in men's clothing ignored them and moved toward the statue of the Daluo Tianzun.

"Stop!"

"Take another step and you die!"

That group of Martial Warriors immediately shouted, and several of them walked over with hands on their sword hilts.

The beauty in men's clothing waved her sleeve, striking out with a five-colored Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi pierced the sky, swiping through the air to draw a circle, and the several Martial Warriors who had surrounded her were instantly decapitated.

Their heads fell directly to the ground, and blood sprayed three feet high from their necks.

"How bold! To actually cause trouble and commit murder before the Daluo Tianzun, you are courting death!!"

That Innate Martial Master roared, drew the long saber at his waist, gripped it with both hands, and slashed through the air; the air whistled, and the saber energy was like a bolt of silk.

Bang!!

The beauty in men's clothing pressed out with a palm; her palm was crystalline and jade-like. When the long saber made contact with her palm, cracks instantly appeared on the blade, and then it shattered into pieces. Her palm then pressed directly onto the Innate Martial Master's chest, immediately causing the sound of bone fractures, his chest caved in, and he flew out horizontally like a cannonball, instantly losing his breath.

"Sigh, if I could help it, I really wouldn't want to kill, but I am currently unable to act according to my own will." Xing Yuxian looked at her palm and sighed lightly. Before more people could swarm over, her jade hand waved, and she struck out with another five-colored sword light, spanning a distance of several dozen yards, crashing into the temple with a boom.

Boom!!

The entire temple collapsed.

And the statue of the Daluo Tianzun was also shattered into pieces in an instant.

"However, destroying a God, and one that has even passed the Thunder Tribulation, seems to be quite a sense of achievement." A smile that could topple cities and states flickered at the corner of Xing Yuxian's mouth.

Tianyue Cheng.

In front of the temple of the Daluo Tianzun.

The big-handed, big-footed, and burly Jingren Heshang threw a punch.

Boom!

The entire temple was blasted apart in an instant; bricks and stones poured down like a mudslide, and dust filled the air.

A trace of a gratified smile appeared on the face of Jingren Heshang; in the battle that destroyed the Great Zen Temple back then, the Daluo Sect had also contributed their strength.

Now he felt more and more that following the Champion Marquis was the right choice, even though the Champion Marquis had once stated plainly that he would not rebuild the Great Zen Temple in the future.

Scenes similar to the destruction of the temple before their eyes were spreading rapidly throughout the entire south, unfolding one after another, causing widespread unrest in people's hearts. One must know that the Daluo Tianzun is currently the supreme God of Nanzhou, and during major festivals, many noble families, besides worshipping their ancestors, would offer sacrifices to the Daluo Tianzun.

Yet now, as one temple after another was destroyed, the Daluo Tianzun had no way to stop it at all, which was a severe blow to the faith.

The God could not even protect himself.

How could he speak of sheltering others?

At the same time, a new faith began to spread throughout the south, gradually Taking Root and sprouting, possessing more and more believers.

And the God worshipped by this faith was none other than—the Hanyue Nüshen.

And at some unknown time, a saying began to circulate among the common people in the south.

—Daluo is dead, a new God shall stand. The Hanyue Nüshen, shines upon all living beings.