Chapter 134: The Holy Lord Falls Completely

"Dark Night Kings, I never thought you would live to see this era—come and receive your deaths!" Jiang Taixu roared, his voice shaking the Heavenly Vault, standing with hands behind his back, facing the crowd alone, causing all the heroes to tremble.

The Dark Night Kings had lived for thousands of years; among their contemporaries, how many Heaven's Prides or Overlords still existed in the world? How could they endure Jiang Taixu's provocation?

He still remembered the grudge of his brother's death; now that the enemy stood before him, even knowing he would pay a heavy price, he could not allow himself to hold back.

Jiang Taixu's white clothes fluttered; with a wave of his hand, a divine radiance of brilliant splendor tore through the void, shining like an eternal, undying star, instantly illuminating the entire Star Sky.

"Not good, ah!" The Dark Night King never expected Jiang Taixu to unleash such powerful divine radiance while surrounded; caught off guard, the palm reaching for Jiang Taixu was pierced by that radiance, leaving even the Dark Night King with a hideous, terrifying wound.

On the Dark Night King's palm, a terrifying wound kept spraying black blood.

The wound caused by the divine radiance seemed able to suppress the Dark Night King's recovery; under its burning, the rotting flesh at the wound kept contracting and writhing, but the recovery speed was far from satisfactory.

Having not been injured for thousands of years, the Dark Night King seemed to have almost forgotten what pain felt like.

Clutching his pierced palm, he gritted his teeth in hatred and roared, "Go all out, or everyone will die."

Seeing the enemy rapidly approaching, Jiang Taixu did not retreat but advanced, walking toward the enemy step by step; accompanied by booming footsteps, Shen City seemed to have a heart beating, the God King without joy or anger, each step filling his enemies with palpitations, as if they would be slain by his divine radiance in the next second.

Facing an unparalleled powerhouse, all the Holy Lords felt like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; perhaps they were even more fragile than that mantis blocking the great wheel, for at least the mantis had the courage to fight desperately, while these eleven Holy Lords did not even have the courage to face their rival.

How can one succeed with fear in one's heart?

For a while, before this peerless God King Jiang Taixu, more than ten top powerhouses dared not approach him by even half a step; under his pressure, they retreated in disarray, maintaining what seemed a safe distance from Jiang Taixu.

"Boom!"

Jiang Taixu's aura suddenly erupted around him, hundreds of white divine radiance surging around his body; every golden divine radiance seemed naturally formed between Heaven and Earth, illuminating the stars of Tianqiong.

Every divine radiance was identical to the previous one; how could such power be resisted by mere Holy Lords?

A Holy Lord howled and turned to run; he could no longer restrain his fear of death. Every Holy Lord was an old monster who had cultivated for a thousand years—who would willingly die?

But how could the peerless God King's killing intent be avoided just because they wanted to hide? Under Jiang Taixu's Calling, divine radiance falling like meteors transformed into countless Sword Lights, all stabbing toward the enemies fleeing in disarray.

Dou Zhan Holy Law!

God King Pure Land!

God King Phenomenon, sharing the same origin as the Nine Secrets; Tianqiong shattered, and within Shen City it was like the end of the world.

"Clang clang clang! Boom boom boom!" After the divine radiance struck the ground, it kicked up brilliant dust; when the dust cleared, the scene was one of utter devastation.

All onlookers present changed color; even though they were far away, they were affected by the aftermath of the divine radiance explosion. Those with strength had to exert their full power to resist this aftermath, while those without strength were rolled into a ball by it, with countless broken tendons and bones.

Jiang Taixu's condition was not good at this moment; his hair bun was disheveled, his white clothes torn to pieces. Clearly, the full-power strike just now had not affected him lightly.

But Jiang Taixu's gaze remained sharp as a blade; he stared fixedly at the center of the dust.

There, eleven Holy Lords and three old monsters had been pierced by the supreme divine radiance until covered in wounds; even as strong as they were, they now lay prostrate on the ground, unknown if alive or dead.

Jiang Taixu reached one hand toward the void before him, and that void was torn open like white paper; in the shattered void, Jiang Taixu's arm stretched and enlarged infinitely.

Just as no one realized what Jiang Taixu's action meant, at the center of the explosion, a virtualized large hand reached out from the void, as solid as substance, and firmly pinched one Holy Lord in its palm.

"God King spare..."

Before this Holy Lord's plea for mercy could finish, the seemingly solid hand clenched hard, and the Holy Lord's body burst open like a popped balloon.

Bright red blood spilled onto this Dadi, dyeing this land bright red.

The Holy Lords still wailing in pain were all horrified; only now did they know how powerful the God King's combat power truly was.

This was simply not someone their level could provoke.

All Holy Lords felt deep sorrow in their hearts, silently regretting coming to wade into these muddy waters; hundreds of years of cultivation turned to nothing in an instant.

Watching Jiang Taixu crush them one by one like ants, they could not even muster the strength to flee.

Only now did they know that surviving under those ten thousand divine radiance was not due to their own outstanding strength, nor because their luck was heaven-defying.

But because Jiang Taixu wanted to use the most primitive means to crush them, crushing them one by one like ants!

Such heaven-defying combat power—how could they still have the courage to resist?

The remaining few Holy Lords seemed to become boneless maggots, each prostrate on the ground, kowtowing without cease.

"God King forgive our sins..."

"God King spare my life..."

"I have an infant under a month old at home—I cannot die..."

"God King, we lowly ones were blinded by that Dark Night King, which is why we offended you..."

At this moment, these Holy Lords no longer bore the bearing of contemporary powerhouses; each kowtowed like pounding garlic, afraid that the next to die would be themselves.

But Jiang Taixu had no intention of giving them a chance to explain; his gaze was calm as an ancient well, and the illusory large hand grabbed hard, and another Holy Lord fell into his palm.

In midair, blood light splattered; even if they were Holy Lords, what of it? They became tattered, ruined sacks of flesh, not even a whole corpse left behind.

Seeing Jiang Taixu had no intention of stopping, these few Holy Lords could only abandon their fantasies and, mustering their last courage, launch a final strike at Jiang Taixu.

But after being wounded by the divine radiance, their strength could not even pierce the light curtain before Jiang Taixu.

Jiang Taixu's counterattack came immediately; the illusory large hand covered the heads of the few Holy Lords like dark clouds, and before they could react, five illusory fingers, as solid as substance, pressed down on the crown of the head at the top of their heads.

"Hmph!" With a muffled hum from Jiang Taixu, the illusory fingers pressed them down from head to toe beneath the hard stone slab floor with unstoppable force.

In the cracks of the rubble, bright red flesh was squeezed into a mass; no one could tell what they originally looked like anymore.

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(Chapter End)