Chapter 1685

In an instant, he kicked the sea of blood into upheaval.

And above the head of the Minghe Sect Master, a vast fluctuation surged forth in the blink of an eye.

Then, a peculiar rune could be seen flickering with luster upon his forehead.

It was utterly chilling to behold.

"Bang!"

A cloud of blood mist exploded, and the Minghe Sect Master's figure vanished from the spot.

"Your Majesty, you'd best leave with your subordinate!"

Xingtian, standing in the distance, looked at Ximen Wudi and spoke.

The figures appearing this time were far too powerful.

Apart from Princess Yinchuan of the Underworld Dynasty, there were several experts at the Ninth Layer of Saint.

With such a lineup, let alone Xingtian, even Ximen Wudi would be unable to withstand it.

"Hehe-hehe, you think you can still escape? Once I kill them, I'll deal with you!"

Upon hearing the voice, a reply rang out.

Then, a figure appeared in the field.

The other party's face was seen to be hideously ferocious.

Clad in armor, hands clasped behind his back.

A cruel, bloodthirsty gleam shone in his eyes.

It was unmistakably the commander of the Underworld Sacred Court — the Ming King.

This time, he had received the Underworld Emperor's command to journey to the Eastern Wastes to seize a supreme treasure.

1496 — captured Ximen Wudi alive?

1496 captured Ximen Wudi alive?

It was only that the journey was long, which was why he had been slow to return.

He had not expected that, the moment he reached the battlefield,

he would run straight into Ximen Wudi — how could he not be thrilled?

This time, he intended to capture Ximen Wudi alive and present him to the Underworld Emperor as a tribute.

Otherwise, he would not have had to descend in person.

However, just as his words had barely fallen, a chilling, bone-deep cold light flashed in Xingtian's eyes.

"Hmph, today who lives and who dies — that remains to be seen!"

Xingtian spoke coldly and shouted.

The next instant, the giant hammer in his hand was hurled out directly.

A resplendent golden radiance radiated from it.

It made the entire void seem to cave in by half.

"Seeking death!"

Sensing the other's ferocious attack, the Ming King roared in fury.

The weapon in his hand cleaved out in an instant.

The blazing blade-light sliced the very heavens into shards.

"Hiss!"

As the piercing sound rang out,

the Ming King was sent flying by Xingtian in a single instant.

His body carved a path of tens of millions of miles, landing in utter disarray.

At this moment, however, the experts of the other races could not help but show joy on their faces.

They had not expected that Ximen Wudi truly possessed the capital to contend with these people.

If so, they still had hope of victory.

But just as Xingtian had barely gained the upper hand,

another figure of an Ancestor-level expert appeared in the field.

Boundless divine light radiated from his entire being.

Raising both hands, a colossal tower materialized in the sky; swelling with the wind, it descended to suppress.

Its speed was incomparably swift, leaving no room for evasion whatsoever.

This was the Heaven-Net Tower — once one entered it,

even an expert at the Ninth Layer of Quasi-Saint would be doomed without question.

"Boom!"

As the roar of the explosion faded,

dust billowed across the entire battlefield.

And within that haze, the figure of the Minghe Sect Master reappeared.

At this moment, the other's face was ashen.

Clearly, he had suffered grave injuries.

Yet the other experts did not dare to be careless.

They knew that, among these people, the most terrifying was not the Minghe Sect Master,

but his Master — the Xuemo Sect Master.

So long as the other party was present, even Ximen Wudi's strength was formidable.

could only meet a fate of falling.

"Hahaha, this Ximen Wudi is doomed after all — even the Xuemo Sect Master has shown up!"

A disciple at the Minghe Sect Master's side spoke up.

"Hmph!"

But just as his voice had barely fallen—

the Xuemo Sect Master threw a punch.

"Boom!"

With a single punch, that disciple was blasted apart in an instant.

Fresh blood scattered across Ximen Changkong, looking incomparably tragic and gorgeous.

"Hiss!"

The surrounding crowd showed threads of horror in their eyes.

This Xuemo Sect Master truly was ferociously ruthless.

He didn't even spare his own disciple.

"Senior brother, save me!"

At once, she cried out into the void.

But at this moment, the Minghe Sect Master was Gu Ji about his own life.

How could he dare take half a step closer — he simply let his junior sister scream in agony.

"Junior brother, since you refuse to make a move, then I'll take care of this evil spawn myself.

In any case, it counts as avenging Master!"

Ming Wang said with a cold laugh.

The next moment, he lunged toward Ximen Wudi.

Behind him, boundless black water gathered, transforming into a black dragon that coiled toward Ximen Wudi.

Forcing him to be unable to dodge, able only to take it head-on.

But this Ming Wang truly lived up to his name as lord of the Underworld.

His strength was terrifyingly formidable.

A sharp sword ceaselessly darted through the void.

Every swing carried a matchlessly mighty force.

"Boom!".