Chapter 1488

"Boom—!"

He kicked out directly.

This Sovereign of Ancestor Hongmeng was sent flying by the kick.

Then, an icy voice rang out.

"Since that is so, this Emperor shall grant your wish today!"

After the voice fell.

A finger pointed out.

"Bang!"

On the forehead of the Sovereign of Ancestor Hongmeng.

A golden lotus blossomed open.

Immediately after, his body collapsed stiffly onto the ground.

Showing every sign of death.

But Ximen Wudi, at this moment, did not hesitate in the slightest.

He continued to streak toward the distance.

He knew this matter had to be cut clean with a swift blade, otherwise many people would be dragged in.

This was a conviction, his protection for his kin and friends.

Moreover, his strength also needed to grow.

After all, to suppress the entirety of Ancestor Hongmeng.

Even with the System, he would absolutely have to break through to the Ninth Layer of Saint before it was possible.

Yet, just after Ximen Wudi departed.

The center of Ancestor Hongmeng.

Between two mountain peaks towering ten thousand zhang high.

At this moment, however, dazzling radiance burst forth.

These two were unmistakably, within the Ancestor Hongmeng realm, apart from the Sovereign of Ancestor Hongmeng and the other Realm Kings, the only two remaining Ninth Layer of Saint powerhouses of Ancestor Hongmeng.

One of them had sunken eye sockets.

A sinister, hawk-like glint shone in his eyes.

This man was called King Luo Sha, a cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Saint of Ancestor Hongmeng.

The other was known as the Black Tiger Saint.

Likewise a Ninth Layer of Saint powerhouse of Ancestor Hongmeng.

However, the two of them were different.

The Black Tiger Saint's strength surpassed King Luo Sha's; he had been settled in the Ninth Layer of Saint realm for quite some time.

But his temperament was incomparably brutal.

Every hundred years, he would pick a batch of disciples.

Then send them into the lairs of fierce beasts.

The purpose of doing so was to temper the disciples.

Anyone captured and brought back ended up in a wretched state beyond compare.

Some even lost their lives to the beasts' tearing bites.

Although some could walk out of the fierce beasts' cavern alive.

They became addled, their minds wandering, like madmen.

In the end, they were locked in lightless, sunless cells to await death.

Therefore, the methods of these two were vicious beyond compare.

At this moment, seeing Ximen Wudi's great army arrive.

On the Black Tiger Saint's face, however, a bloodthirsty look instantly appeared.

Then, he said coldly.

"What gall, daring to come cause trouble in my Ancestor Hongmeng realm — simply seeking death!"

After his words fell.

A cold indifference flashed in his eyes.

"Rumble—!"

Then, he charged slaughtering toward the men of the Great Han.

This time, he did not use a magic treasure.

He was a pure close-combat expert.

His fists howled with wind.

Ripples spread across the sky in the space.

And seeing such a scene, Ximen Wudi merely smiled and said.

"What a fine villain — today I'll sacrifice you to my banner!"

After the words fell, a dazzling cold gleam flashed in his hand.

Then, a single fist slammed out directly.

This punch contained tremendous energy.

In an instant, it collided with the Black Tiger Saint.

"Bang!"

A deafening sound rang out.

The attacks of the two men annihilated each other at the same instant.

But, at that very next moment, the corner of Ximen Wudi's mouth curved into a ferocious arc.

Because, while the two were locked in combat, Tong Xiangyu had already charged forward to kill once again.

His build was burly and imposing.

The great axe on his back swept across in a wide arc.

The Black Tiger Saint could not dodge in time and was actually cleaved through the body by a single axe stroke.

A mist of blood spread through the air.

"Ah, damn it!"

The Black Tiger Saint roared in fury.

He felt the fresh blood within his body draining away.

And at that very moment—

Ximen Wudi's brow, however, furrowed.

He felt the energy within his dantian draining away at a rapid pace.

Clearly, he could not keep fighting for long.

Still, there was no time to worry about that now.

He was seen leaping up, striking out with a palm.

A blazing palm-print swept across the heavens and earth.

How could the Black Tiger Saint possibly be a match for him.

His body was sent flying from the blow in an instant.

But Ximen Wudi still refused to let up.

"Roar!"

At this moment, Tong Xiangyu let out an angry roar and pounced forward to slaughter.

"Hssst!"

In a single claw strike—

The Black Tiger Saint's head dropped off.

Blood gushed forth.