Chapter 1479

Then, the head of Hongmeng the Tyrant was also hacked down onto the ground.

This sight left everyone utterly terrified.

But at this moment, Ximen Wudi paid no attention to the crowd.

He continued walking forward.

His eyes were now filled with coldness.

"Kill him!"

After seeing this scene,

Hongmeng the Tyrant's younger brother roared.

At the same time, he dashed toward the distance.

The others dared not delay.

Especially Hongmeng the Heavenly Emperor's younger brother.

At this moment, he was like a mad demon.

Yet, just as he was about to approach Ximen Wudi,

the other suddenly turned around.

The blade in his hand slashed through the air in a brilliant arc.

Intense sword light bloomed in the sky.

Hongmeng the Tyrant's younger brother

had no time to dodge.

He was split cleanly in two.

"Ding, congratulations, host! Gained 100 merit points!"

Upon hearing the voice, Ximen Wudi's eyes flared with sharp light.

Then he spoke again, shouting:

"All of you, attack!"

As his words fell, the surrounding armies surged forward and slaughtered Hongmeng the Tyrant's remnants.

At this moment, the enemy

had already been bearing a heavy burden.

Even with talismans guarding them,

but there were too many Han soldiers.

They simply could not hold back.

And at this very moment,

Ximen Wudi gestured with his hand.

From Tiangong, all major legions erupted forth in an instant.

They slammed down upon Hongmeng the Tyrant's remaining troops.

And at this moment, the enemy

had unknowingly been surrounded in the center of the battlefield.

His eyes now held faint traces of regret.

He never dreamed he would one day die at the hands of his own kin.

"Boom—!"

Then, in his stunned gaze, those armies, within their own ranks, were nearly invincible.

In a short time, all the broken troops were dead.

"System, transmute these corpses!"

Ximen Wudi said.

"Drip!"

Just after his command ended,

the System's voice rang out in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations, host! Hongmeng the Tyrant's energy has been transmuted! Power upgraded to Chaos Saint Ninth Layer!"

Upon hearing this, Ximen Wudi's lips curled into a faint smile.

Hongmeng the Tyrant was truly impressive—his energy alone boosted my cultivation so much.

And now, my power is sufficient to match Hongmeng the Heavenly Emperor.

This outcome filled him with intense excitement.

Yet, just at this moment,

a furious shout echoed from the sky:

"Han people, you've gone too far!"

It was Hongmeng the Tyrant's younger brother roaring.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Hongmeng the Tyrant was dead.

Hongmeng the Heavenly Emperor had been severely wounded.

And his father had also perished.

Now, his brothers and sisters were all bearing a heavy burden.

Such a scene — no one could bear it if they encountered it.

"Haha, the ones I'm bullying are exactly you lot.

What about it, got the guts to come out? I'll make sure I break your legs!"

Tong Xiangyu's arrogant voice rang out between heaven and earth.

In his eyes, there even gleamed a bloodthirsty light.

And the younger brother of Ancestor Hongmeng, at this moment, wished he could find some crack to crawl into.

He was afraid, and did not dare to clash head-on with Tong Xiangyu.

After all, the other party was once an unrivaled powerhouse.

Only, the more he was like this, the more unbridled Tong Xiangyu became.

"You little thief, this seat will surely slay you today!"

Ancestor Hongmeng's younger brother roared.

And he himself, at this moment, was unwilling to stay here and lose face.

Thinking of this, his figure flashed — he actually wanted to leave.

But, just at this moment.

Ximen Wudi, standing in the void.

Slightly raised his palm.

"Crack!"

A bow and arrow condensed from Lei Ting appeared in his hand.

Then, a dazzling meteor plunged downward.

Wherever it passed, it was as if the entire void had been sealed.

Making Ancestor Hongmeng's younger brother utterly unable to escape.

"Hiss!"

As a soft sound fell.

Ancestor Hongmeng's younger brother was pierced clean through.

A spray of blood mist rose.

And just as he fell.

Ximen Wudi on the other side was still sweeping forward.

His figure leapt out, the dragon-patterned spear in his hand sweeping across.