Chapter 132

This is a grand spectacle; countless Dao patterns and divine light circulate, laws rumble, divine might descends upon the world, and the sound of the Great Dao resonates through the Heavenly Vault.

"God King Nirvana Rebirth, he is breaking the shackles." A thousand li away, the scene of the Hualong Pool emerged in Jiang Xuan's eyes.

Then he used the Xuan Guang Technique to display the scene of the Hualong Pool before everyone.

In the Hualong Pool, God King Jiang Taixu's expression was serene and tranquil, filled with a holy aura; the divine shadow moved like it could collide with heaven, mountains and rivers shattered, he deduced the God King's laws to the utmost, and with a single thought, wind and clouds changed.

"The God King has not yet thoroughly transformed; he needs pressure, there is no way to break the shackles in a normal state." The Big Black Dog muttered.

The Divine Kingdom descended upon the world; various divine laws chimed in unison, turning into the world's most terrifying furnace, burning and refining that peerless fist intent — at one moment utmost yang and firm, at another utmost yin and soft, at another balanced and peaceful.

Jiang Taixu's true body sat in meditation in the Hualong Pool; endless rumbling sounds came from within his body, his blood flowed like a mighty river, continuous and unending, and also like a boundless ocean raising ten-thousand-zhang waves, shaking the Shen City.

On his body surface, dense Dao patterns emerged, filled with sacred and undying intent; especially the Divine Kingdom behind him shone with ten-thousand-zhang brilliance — although it was merely a deduction of principles, it possessed a grand momentum as if opening up a real world.

God King Jiang Taixu seemed like a God of Ten Thousand Gods in slumber, ready to awaken from slumber at any moment, and then suppress the nine heavens with boundless momentum, looking down on heaven and earth, overlooking all enemies in the world.

"There is a terrifying fluctuation; someone has come to kill the God King." Looking at the Xuan Guang Technique in midair, Pang Bo said in a deep voice.

Ye Fan was also startled in his heart; the Xuan Guang Technique kept trembling, a terrifying divine power was fluctuating, Saint Lord level experts were approaching the Hualong Pool, about to kill their way there imminently.

In the distant sky, blood qi like a vast ocean fluctuated, rising and falling like a boundless sea; thirteen terrifying divine powers to the extreme faintly connected with each other, that was a power powerful beyond description, vast, expansive, as if an Ancient Divine Mountain was suppressing down.

"Jiang Taixu, I have come to take your head!"

"God King Jiang Taixu, you have dominated an era long enough; there is no need for you to live again!"

"Since ancient times, how many have been able to kill a peerless God King? Today I am fortunate to stain my hands with divine blood, a great joy in life."

Thirteen Saint Lord level figures walked over, their whole bodies shrouded in clouds and mist, their true appearances indiscernible; their words, endless killing intent in their speech, seeped into every inch of the Shen City, making everyone's bodies icy cold — is the God King truly powerless to turn the tide?

The Shen City shook; thirteen Saint Lord level figures joined forces to come, with each step the Heavenly Vault trembled — who could resist? Even ancient sages facing such a nine-deaths-one-life situation would mostly have to struggle for survival.

Chaotic heaven-shaking earth-moving extermination intent pressed horizontally across the Hualong Pool; thirteen super great figures advanced with hands behind their backs, cold laughter continuous — the God-Slaying of the God King is tonight.

"No matter how you dominated an era, only those who survive are real; Jiang Taixu, no matter how great your ability, number one in attack for five thousand years, what can you do? Tonight is your death date!"

Across a distance of a thousand zhang, a Saint Lord level terror struck out a Magic Light Treasure Vase; demonic qi gloomy, cold light awe-inspiring; initially the size of a bowl mouth, but in a split second it transformed to a hundred zhang high, like a divine vase that swallows heaven and devours earth, smashing toward Jiang Taixu's crown.

This is a supreme killing technique; a Saint Lord level expert night raids, caring nothing for expert demeanor, wanting to kill the God King by any means, not giving him a chance to struggle, letting him pass away with regret.

Boom!

Suddenly, two peerless divine radiances shot out from the Hualong Pool, tearing through the Void, piercing heaven and earth, like the first ray of light when heaven and earth were opened. Every single person's divine power shook, steps no longer stable, they staggered back, nearly falling from the High Heaven.

The two divine radiances that rushed out from Jiang Taixu's eyes, like two God-Slaying War Swords, condensed from countless Dao patterns, rushed straight into the clouds, divine might boundless.

These are not true divine weapons or immortal swords, yet at this moment they gave birth to a peerless supreme attack technique of slaughter, evolving divine swords, looking down on the Thirteen Saint Lords, divine light crisscrossing, treating this Saint Lord level terror as a kind of Dao pattern, shooting out violently, using him to temper himself.

The divine radiance tearing through the Void illuminated the Thirteen Saint Lords above the High Heaven, their figures violently retreating; among them, the one who acted had his body directly pierced, then his Immortal Platform collapsed and cracked, his Primordial Spirit perished, suppressed and killed on the spot while still alive.

Countless people were horrified to the extreme; all cultivators in the entire Shen City froze.

Just what kind of peerless method is this? What state is God King Jiang Taixu in exactly? What kind of Dao and laws is he evolving, to be this powerful?

Wasn't it said that Jiang Taixu's Primordial Qi was nearly exhausted, that he was on the verge of old age?

"Retreat!" The Twelve Saint Lords' minds and bodies both trembled; a foolproof ambush kill actually encountered a mishap.

Intelligence was wrong; God King Jiang Taixu is not as the intelligence described — withered appearance, declining qi and blood!

Originally, as long as one person went up and casually used a method, they could make Jiang Taixu's body and Dao extinguish, let him pass away with regret; never expected at the critical moment such a peerless method would appear.

That Great Dao Treasure Vase directly disappeared; the sky-full of black light dissipated, ultimately only leaving two divine lights like heavenly halberds, fiercely cleaving down; no matter how that mysterious Saint Lord resisted it was useless, even dodging was impossible; countless methods and magic treasures fundamentally had no chance to be used, all turning to flying ash, body and spirit both destroyed.

"How is this possible?" The Twelve Saint Lords were terrified, their whole bodies as if fallen into an ice cellar; these were merely two gazes, Jiang Taixu's true body didn't move a bit, sitting in meditation in the Hualong Pool, just like that easily killing a same-level great figure — this peerless method made their bones chill.

"Bad, the Shen City is sealed by Great Dao Array Patterns, we cannot retreat!"

"He is comprehending the Dao; Jiang Taixu is not truly a Saint yet; he is borrowing our power to break the shackles — absolutely cannot let him break through successfully, attack together!" A Saint Lord saw Jiang Taixu did not pursue the victory, still meditating and evolving laws on his own, and instantly understood.

The Twelve Saint Lords roared in unison, attacking madly.

Merely two gazes evolved from Dao patterns, piercing a Saint Lord level figure — this terrifying method would shock the world.

Just what Dao and laws is God King Jiang Taixu evolving? It is truly too spine-chilling, whole body ice-cold; countless cultivators in the Shen City are watching this battle, none not feeling a thread of bone-piercing cold intent rising from the soles of their feet through their bodies, rushing straight to the crown.

At this moment, the Twelve Saint Lords attacked in unison, striking at the Hualong Pool, not giving him a chance to break the shackles, wanting to destroy this peerless Dao state, wanting to kill him in the Hualong Pool before his breakthrough.

Momentum heaven-shaking earth-moving; the Twelve Saint Lords roared ferociously; they usually stand high above, controlling the life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings; at this time they were actually used as whetstones by someone — even with their cultivation realms they could not help but burn with rage.

A Saint Lord roared in anger; in the blink of an eye he arrived before them; he held a war spear, raised his hand and stabbed forward; as the war spear waved, threads of Dao patterns interwove, forming a thousand-zhang great net, enveloping downward.

(Chapter End)