Chapter 788

"What?"

The Divine Might King was clearly stunned, suspecting he had misheard or that something was wrong with his ears.

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "Come, Divine Might King, join me in crushing the Essence Temple."

The Divine Might King finally came to his senses, shook his head, and gave a bitter smile: "Champion Marquis, do you know how powerful the Essence Temple is? That place is one of the six great sacred grounds. Even with this Human Immortal expert backing you, you are still far from being able to deal with the Essence Temple. You must know, the Essence Temple's Yuan Qi Shen is an expert comparable to a Creator, the four great deities are all powerhouses who have undergone the Fivefold Lightning Tribulation, and there is also a mysterious Pope, as well as countless believers."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward the Haotian Golden Scroll, his eyes becoming fervent: "However, if we have the help of this Human Immortal expert, we would have a high chance of crushing the invading nations of the Western Regions." A Human Immortal expert, if not checked by an expert of the same level, could indeed dictate the outcome of a war.

Yu Liancheng shook his head, deciding not to waste any more breath.

He spread his five fingers and reached out toward the Divine Might King.

The Divine Might King's expression changed slightly, and he roared angrily: "Champion Marquis, you are presumptuous!"

Both were Peak Martial Saints, and both were high-ranking officials holding military power, often compared to one another.

Seeing Yu Liancheng make a move, the Divine Might King intended to contend with him, immediately roaring as his Qi and Blood surged like a long river, throwing a punch with all his might.

A punch from a Peak Martial Saint was truly no small matter; it was feared that even ordinary Ghost Immortals who had broken through the barrier of life and death might be blasted into soul-scattering oblivion.

But unfortunately, it was completely insufficient before Yu Liancheng. As his palm moved casually, all attacks were dissolved, like ice and snow melting away.

And the next moment, his palm clenched again, and the Divine Might King felt as if he were gripped by a giant hand, unable to move, to the point where even blinking an eye became a luxury.

"Alright, Divine Might King, it's not like I'm asking you to risk your life with me, just to act as a witness," Yu Liancheng chuckled.

A portal opened, and Yu Liancheng grabbed the Divine Might King and entered the Gate of Illusion.

Here lay ten thousand miles of yellow sand, the famous "Hanhai Gobi," the greatest barrier between the civilization of the Western Regions and Great Gan.

And several thousand, even tens of thousands of miles beyond the Hanhai Gobi, the faint shadows of massive snow-capped mountains stood on the horizon.

Beneath those snow-capped mountains were the settlements of the nations of the Western Regions.

The Huoluo Kingdom. A Western Regions nation where politics and religion were unified, and divine power was greater than imperial power.

The Essence Temple was located on the Divine Mountain behind the capital of the Huoluo Kingdom, with temples more prosperous, striking, and massive than the Imperial Palace, stretching on like mountain ranges, endless to the eye.

Those golden temples connected into one, illuminating all things, as if they were another sun.

A million people lived here; it could be said to be the center of Western Regions culture and a sacred land of faith, where every household worshipped the Yuan Qi Shen, who had a human head and a dragon body.

A portal opened silently.

Three figures stepped out from it.

"Champion Marquis, is this the 'Ancient Rakshasa Gate' of the Yuan Qi Shen? How is it in your hands?"

The Divine Might King's heart was already churning with stormy waves, and faintly, it revealed a trace of fear he himself did not want to believe.

The Champion Marquis had suppressed a Peak Martial Saint like him with a casual gesture and even possessed the divine artifact known as the Ancient Rakshasa Gate; it truly made one's imagination run wild.

If this speculation were true, would he not be in danger?

"Rest assured, I have not defected to the Essence Temple, nor have I colluded with the Yuan Qi Shen."

Yu Liancheng swept a calm gaze over him: "Still the same words, bringing you here is just to have you act as a witness."

The Divine Might King breathed a slight sigh of relief, asking in confusion: "A witness? What kind of witness?"

Yu Liancheng opened his palm toward the direction of the Essence Temple, as if holding the temple in the palm of his hand.

The next moment, he clenched it abruptly.

From his angle, the entire temple was blocked by his fist and disappeared without a trace.

"Witnessing the destruction of the Essence Temple."

A moment later, a burly figure soared into the sky, air currents rolling, standing upon the void, looking down at the Essence Temple below, and speaking indifferently: "People of the Essence Temple, get out here and die!!"

It seemed calm and breezy, yet the sound waves were vast, shaking the sky like thunder from the nine heavens, with boundless dragons of sound roaring and rolling, sweeping across all directions. Everyone within a hundred miles heard it clearly, especially experts at the Ghost Immortal realm, who could feel the vast Yang energy from this voice, their very minds feeling as if struck by ten thousand thunderbolts.

"Who is it?"

"Hmph, who dares to cause trouble at my Essence Temple? Are you seeking death!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!

In an instant, four figures flew out from the most magnificent Divine Palace, arriving in mid-air in a flash.

These four figures were dressed in black, white, red, and cyan robes, respectively, which also wrapped around their heads, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed indifferent and without a ripple, yet also seemed to contain countless desires, imaginations, and cravings.

And the fluctuations emanating from these four figures were almost all around the Fivefold Lightning Tribulation, surprisingly comparable to Ao Luan, the Master of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, before she entered the Ancient Dragon Tomb.

However, the power flowing from these four figures was not the Pure Yang soul aura possessed by Lightning Tribulation experts, but rather divine power mixed with much incense and faith.

In other words, these four figures were not human, but gods.

Anyone slightly familiar with the Essence Temple could see that they were the four great deities of the Essence Temple, second only to the Yuan Qi Shen.

The God of the Underworld, the God of Law, the God of Blood, and the Essence Great Strength God.

"Who are you? Trespassing into my Essence Temple, what is your intent?"

Originally, the four great deities intended to blast the uninvited guest to death directly.

But sensing Yu Liancheng's terrifying Qi and Blood, which was like a mountain and a sea, they could not help but become more cautious.

At this moment, it was the God of Law who spoke; this God of Law wore a blood robe and held a blood-sawing wheel, emitting a powerful divine fluctuation that made one's heart tremble.

"I do not like killing." Haotian Golden Scroll looked at his own palm, murmuring to himself: "If you are willing to disband the Essence Temple, then everything is negotiable. If not..." His tone reached this point, already carrying cold killing intent, and the world seemed to be shrouded in chill: "You shall all die!"

"Arrogant!"

"Kill him!!"

The four great deities were furious.

They occupied the four cardinal directions—east, south, west, and north—firmly trapping Haotian Golden Scroll, and then each unleashed their own peerless divine abilities.

"Spear of the Underworld God."

The God of the Underworld among the four great deities roared, launching the attack first.

A bone spear, white as bone, appeared in his palm, suddenly piercing through the void and shattering the air, pointing straight at the center of Vast Heaven Golden Chapter's brow.

This long bone spear was not condensed from magic, but was a great spine left behind after an ancient Demon God was slain; it had been enshrined in the Underworld Divine Palace and refined with boundless magic power and massive resources into this spear that symbolized the authority of the Underworld God.

The ancient Demon God was an existence at the peak of Human Immortal, a powerhouse whose Martial Dao had almost reached the highest realm.

After thousands of years of refinement by magic power, this long spear had become an unrivaled magic treasure.

Struck with the full force of the Underworld God, a powerhouse comparable to the Fivefold Lightning Tribulation, it was enough to pierce through all tangible and intangible barriers in the Great Thousand World and even nail some giant existences to death.

"Dharma God Blood Palm!"

With a roar, the Dharma God in white robes and the Blood God in blood-red robes unleashed their boundless divine power simultaneously, pushing out their palms; the palms grew in the wind to the size of an acre, striking toward Vast Heaven Golden Chapter as well.

The texture of these palms formed by divine power was incredibly clear; looking closely, the crisscrossing palm lines faintly formed a map of mountains and rivers. It was as if an ancient giant God were lifting mountains and rivers with boundless divine power, smashing them down horizontally.

"Mang God Qigong!!"

The last to strike was the Essence Power God, who stood upon the earth.

Whoosh!! His green robe and cloak fluttered without wind, as if filled with boundless energy, expanding; his thick, well-defined muscles quickly stretched the robe, and in an instant, he transformed into a massive Demon God of immense stature, seemingly possessing boundless divine power, with the strength to Move Mountains and fill seas or bring down stars with a wave of his hand.

Following a roar from the Essence Power God, he exerted force with his palms, the muscles on his entire arm knotting like dragons, and his powerful fist momentum surged forward, striking wildly.

Facing this sudden, formidable enemy, the four Dharma Gods all unleashed their most ferocious attacks.

Even a Creator like Meng Shenji would be moved when facing the attacks of these four and would not dare to take them head-on.

"Well come."

But on the face of the Human Immortal avatar, there was an expression of excitement.

Subsequently, Vast Heaven Golden Chapter curled his five fingers into a wheel seal and threw a simple punch, stirring the airflow in all directions.

This seemingly simple punch enveloped all four Gods. As the fist seal pressed down, it caused the void to tremble and the heavens and earth to lose their color.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!!

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the fist force and divine power ran wild, sweeping in all directions.

Countless earth and stones were kicked up, the gale whistled, and who knows how many buildings in the Essence Temple were destroyed. The four Gods were all sent flying; in particular, the Essence Power God let out a scream that pierced the clouds, and his entire body exploded, turning into a stream of pure Faith Power and fleeing away.

Countless people witnessing this scene felt as if they had fallen into a dream.

Unbelievable.

Those were the high and mighty, invincible four Gods.

The joint attack of the four Gods not only failed to suppress this uninvited guest but resulted in them being injured by the opponent.

Even the supreme Yuan Qi Shen, I fear, could not have achieved this with a single move.

"Don't run, all of you die for me!"

Vast Heaven Golden Chapter roared.

He curled his index finger into a suction posture.

A violently powerful suction force radiated out, and the four severely wounded, fleeing Gods were involuntarily pulled toward his palm.

"Fight him to the death!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

Boom!!

The desperate struggle of four Fivefold Lightning Tribulation experts is something no one in the world would dare to underestimate.

Vast Heaven Golden Chapter could not either.

Boom!

Another tragic slaughter!

At this moment, inside a magnificent hall of the Essence Temple.

Standing in the hall was a young girl wearing a white-gold crown, holding a scepter, her face covered by a thin veil.

This girl looked young, but her status was truly astonishing; she was the Pope of the Essence Temple, Xu Feihong.

Seeing the scene of the four Gods being defeated by Vast Heaven Golden Chapter, she could not help but knit her brows.

In this world, when did such a powerhouse appear?

She could naturally tell that this was at least a peerless expert at the peak of Human Immortal.

Moreover, she felt a faint sense of unease in her heart; Yuan Qi Shen had gone out more than a month ago and had not yet returned to the Essence Temple—had he met with some misfortune?

Without Yuan Qi Shen to hold the fort, the Essence Temple lacked a Sea-Calming Treasure.

"Xu Feihong..."

Just then, a figure walked slowly from outside the hall and said calmly: "You are the Pope of the Essence Temple; order the dissolution of the Essence Temple, and you may save some lives."

Xu Feihong narrowed her eyes: "Champion Marquis, it is you."

"Indeed, it is me."

"Hmph, I suppose that peak Human Immortal was invited by you."

Xu Feihong snorted coldly: "Even if you have a peak Human Immortal as your backer, it is absolutely impossible for you to make me dissolve the Essence Temple."

"Are you so eager to die?" Yu Liancheng's tone was flat, yet it caused Xu Feihong to feel a strong sense of heart-palpitating dread.

"Do not be smug; you must know that the Yuan Qi Shen enshrined in my Essence Temple has the strength of a Creator. Once you disturb him, he can suppress you with a backhand," Xu Feihong sneered, though her words were somewhat blustering.

"Yuan Qi Shen?"

Yu Liancheng flipped his palm, and a black crystal appeared in it; inside the crystal was sealed a figure with severed hands and feet, yet emitting a powerful aura: "Is this who you are talking about?"

"Yuan Qi Shen, how is that possible?" Xu Feihong's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Indeed, Yuan Qi Shen has already been sealed."

Yu Liancheng shrugged and said: "Of course, I know that your true backer is that big shot from the Outer Heavens; I have some ideas about him as well and would like to ask you some questions. I hope you will not refuse."

"Champion Marquis, I do not understand what you mean." Upon hearing this, Xu Feihong's mind trembled, yet she still said, steadying her composure.

"You are not being honest." The black crystal in Yu Liancheng's hand vanished in the blink of an eye, and his entire being radiated an aura like a God or a Demon; a vast, masculine obsession poured out like a heavenly river, and like a hurricane passing through, it instantly submerged this palace, making even a powerhouse like Xu Feihong feel like a lone boat in the middle of a vast ocean.

"But it does not matter, I have my own methods to make you honestly confess."

"Shackles of Order, seal!!"

Xu Feihong's mind surged, and as she stretched out her hands, a thick, long golden chain suddenly appeared in her palms. On the chain, countless runes flickered, and strings of characters representing ancient divine language and spirit scripts roamed and rotated at the joints of the chain.

As Xu Feihong threw it into the air, this golden chain instantly multiplied into countless strands, tearing through space and transcending time, arriving at Yu Liancheng's side in an instant to bind him like a dragon entering a python.

After throwing out these "Chains of Order," Xu Feihong did not even look back; she immediately unleashed a boat-shaped magical treasure, instantly broke through the void, and vanished from the Essence Spirit Temple.

Crack! Crack!

The Chains of Order bound to Yu Liancheng's body did not even last for a single breath before they shattered directly.

With a wave of his sleeve, the Ancient Rashomon appeared, and he stepped into it in one stride.