Chapter 133: Peerless God King

In the Hualong Pool, Jiang Taixu slowly rose, his eyes growing ever brighter like the sun, gazing flatly at the Twelve Saint Lords.

Thud, thud, thud

In an instant, the twelve peerless figures who each dominated one side could not help but feel a desire to retreat, startled by that supreme divine might, the hair on their entire bodies standing on end, involuntarily regretting in secret.

God King Jiang Taixu, number one in conquest for five thousand years; if he truly breaks the shackles, who in heaven and earth can stop him? Even if the Twelve Saint Lords join forces, they will be beaten to death alive.

The God King rose; his gaze swept across the Twelve Saint Lords, seriously sizing them up, not saying a single word.

"Jiang Taixu, you have not truly been resurrected; fighting to the death with us, who will die is still uncertain. We are willing to withdraw; let this matter be dropped here, how about it?" Not far from the Hualong Pool, a Great Figure shrouded in black mist spoke with a cold voice, yet his eyes held a look of fear.

At this moment, the other terrifying figures also were not in a hurry to act; they were all extraordinary people, calming down instantly. Since Jiang Taixu was not at his wit's end, killing the God King was not a sure thing, so they had to change their approach.

Even if unwilling in their hearts, what could they do?

"Heh!"

Bang, bang, bang

Jiang Taixu slowly walked out of the Hualong Pool step by step, the divine light in his eyes growing ever more dazzling, simply capable of melting the Heavenly Vault.

With every step he took, his face grew younger by a fraction, his blood Qi grew stronger by a fraction.

Dong, dong, dong

Every time his foot fell, the heart of every person in the Shen City beat in rhythm; this cadence was like a war drum silent for countless years sounding again, causing the Twelve Saint Lords' hearts to clench in sharp pain.

Like a strange rhythm between heaven and earth, and also like the Great Dao Sound echoing; the steps were very slight, yet they gave one the feeling of facing hundreds of millions of living beings, as if facing not one person, but a Divine Kingdom.

"Hmph!"

A Saint Lord-level Great Figure snorted coldly, wanting to interrupt this rhythm, but it had no effect whatsoever, and this rhythm became even more hair-raising.

"Jiang Taixu, you look like you penetrate heaven and earth; in my view, it is merely a final flash of vitality before death, a strong front masking inner weakness. Who among us will go up first to take his head?"

Another Saint Lord-level figure forced himself to remain calm and laughed loudly.

Although he spoke thus, the dense fine sweat on his forehead showed that at this moment he was not as calm as the surface appeared.

Not a single person dared to step forward alone; the first one to step forward and act alone had already served as their cautionary example.

"Less nonsense, act together."

A Saint Lord shouted coldly, opened his mouth and spat out a divine sword that wrapped the sky, tore the Heavenly Vault, pierced the Void, and instantly killed its way to the Hualong Pool.

Around that divine sword, one terrifying vengeful spirit after another transformed and linked into a formation, shrieking and roaring; rather than calling it a divine sword, it was better called a demon sword.

Jiang Taixu smiled faintly, his gaze still flat yet blazing; with a wave of his hand, fire momentum soared to the sky, burning the demon sword to nothing on the spot.

This combat power shocked the Twelve Saint Lords, and also made them somewhat uncertain; such means were beyond what a Slashing Dao expert could achieve, but it seemed still far from the realm of the ancient Saints.

"He wants to use our hands to break through; this battle is either he dies, or we perish." A Saint Lord roared.

"Kill!"

Hearing these words, everyone no longer hesitated; all killing intent soared to the sky, they acted together, attacking Jiang Taixu, wanting to interrupt his breakthrough; only thus could they have a sliver of survival chance.

A Saint Lord sacrificed a great banner, his face ferocious; he was one of the most terrifying among them, only one step away from becoming a Slashing Dao King, overlooking the Eastern Wasteland Land; he was unwilling to just perish like this.

"Boom!" An earth-shaking boom rang out, stone-shattering and heaven-startling; a thousand-zhang divine hammer smashed down.

"Either the God King dies, or we perish!" An extremely shrill roar transmitted, then a sky chart covered the sky and blotted out the sun, its whole body circulating Dao rhyme, like a world smashing down.

The Shen City shook, the Heavenly Vault tore, yet Jiang Taixu merely gazed flatly and quietly, the color of joy growing ever richer.

Whoosh!

Jiang Taixu suddenly acted; a supremely sacred fist intent pressed down horizontally, transforming into a vast boundless Divine Kingdom that violently knocked away all attacks; that was the Dao and Law Jiang Taixu had deduced.

The Twelve Saint Lords' gallbladders turned cold; whether in the Eastern Wasteland Land or the entire Beidou, they were all peerless great powers dominating one side; the twelve joining forces in an absolute killing strike was actually instantly shattered by someone.

"Sending you on your way!"

Streamer light flashed; Jiang Taixu took one step out; his originally declining blood Qi suddenly filled with essence Qi, instantly transforming into a youthful appearance; his white clothes surpassed blood in brilliance, his bearing heroic and spirited, as if time reversed, returning to his most peak state.

"Jiang Taixu," a Saint Lord trembled; he was afraid, his gallbladder cold.

The remaining Saint Lords all felt heart palpitations; the God King Realm enveloped this place, its momentum pressing everyone so they dared not raise their heads.

"Kill!"

The Twelve Saint Lords were all extraordinary people; knowing there was only a desperate fight, they all shouted simultaneously; twelve small worlds' principles interwove, once more blasting forward.

However, Jiang Taixu disappeared from the original spot, transforming into a vast white Divine Kingdom that suppressed downward; momentum unparalleled, like a Divine Mountain descending.

The Twelve Saint Lords flew horizontally one by one, flesh bursting with blood, bones wanting to shatter, livers and gallbladders shaken to rupture; all horrified, each feeling their minds go numb; this divine might was truly too terrifying.

You twelve Saint Lords exert all your strength trying to rise and resist.

However, the Divine Spirit Qi surges; they did not see Jiang Taixu's body, only seeing a Divine Kingdom woven of Dao and Principle, shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, suppressing the universe.

Boom!

The Twelve Saint Lords screamed miserably, blood sprinkling the long sky; they were near despair; they could not even see Jiang Taixu's true body, yet were beaten by boundless great divine abilities until unable to rise.

Clang!

A Saint Lord divine needle fine as cow hair shot out explosively, merging into the Void, difficult for the Primordial Spirit to detect, shooting forward, but was clamped between two slender fingers, unable to advance not a bit.

"Everyone, Jiang Taixu is about to break through; do not hold back any means anymore, otherwise we all have to die!" A Saint Lord roared madly, his expression full of fear.

Puff!

The only reply to him was a streak of divine radiance, dazzling like the sun; the divine radiance flashed past, this Saint Lord's forehead was pierced, the Immortal Platform cracked, then his form turned to dust, his Primordial Spirit also vanishing into nothingness, directly body and spirit both destroyed.

Beside him, the remaining eleven Saint Lords had faces full of horror, complexions pale as ash; even the black mist on their bodies was difficult to maintain, whole bodies trembling, wanting to escape for their lives.

Suddenly, in the Void a withered palm abruptly appeared, imprinting toward the God King's heart; the palm broke the Void, black mist corroded heaven and earth, netherworld power circulating.

At the same time, two streaks of greenish oily light pierced the Void, shooting explosively toward Jiang Taixu's forehead, like Nine Nether death light, like Yellow Springs surging, flickering uncertainly.

There was also a streak of dead black Divine Sense transforming into a pitch-black demon blade, instantly slashing through the Void, wiping toward Jiang Taixu's neck.

Three streaks of Divine Fire soared to the sky; hundreds of zhang of fire light straight wanted to burn the Heavenly Vault; thick as mountains, representing coldness, killing, death.

Scarlet red like blood, pitch black like ink, green fire connecting the sky.

An absolute killing strike, nowhere to dodge, nowhere to avoid.

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