Chapter 135: Divine Might

The entire Shen City was shrouded in a killing intent so thick it seemed tangible; no one dared make a sound, everyone in Shen City looked as if dead, watching the figure in Shen Du in the sky slay his enemy as easily as pinching an ant or crushing a bedbug.

Everyone came to one realization: the divine might must not be offended.

To offend it was death.

This land seemed covered in winter ice and snow, the night spreading, making them shiver.

The killing intent enveloped the land beneath Jiang Taixu's feet.

Perhaps this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for some onlookers, after all not everyone was lucky enough to witness an unparalleled God King display the Battle Saint Technique and survive.

Jiang Taixu was on a killing spree! He was using their pressure to break the shackles, but he had his own bottom line and would not slaughter the innocent indiscriminately.

At this moment, a peerless old monster let out a heart-rending wail: "Fellows, things have come to this, are you still unwilling to fight to the death! Do you want to watch them crush us one by one? Those who don't want to die, fight him with everything—I don't believe he won't run out of strength!"

His call seemed to have some effect; despair might truly give people strength. Among those present, whether peerless old immortals or multiple Saint Lords, no one wanted to die, nor did anyone want to be crushed like an ant.

They mustered their remaining strength and unleashed their strongest blows at Jiang Taixu.

The God King was angered, and the mountains and rivers changed color!

How could his might be compared to these ants?

But Jiang Taixu indeed no longer had the strength to use the Battle Saint Technique again; this art inflicted great harm on his body, and even though he now seemed invincible, he was already at the point of exhausted oil and dried lamp.

Once his divine power was exhausted, even if Jiang Taixu's arts were incredibly powerful, they would be like scratching an itch through boots, never again possessing such might.

"Boom boom boom." Several loud impacts struck the light curtain before Jiang Taixu, golden ripples spread across it, and soon visible cracks appeared as if it were substance.

These cracks spread, and under the rain-like attacks, shattered into threads of crystal light falling to the ground, while Jiang Taixu was struck by the shockwave for the first time.

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Jiang Taixu's mouth, and his face immediately turned deathly pale.

"He can't hold on, everyone, give it your all—we must kill him, we absolutely cannot let him escape. If Jiang Taixu escapes, we will all be hunted down and killed by him sooner or later." That peerless old monster seemed to see hope of defeating the God King, and took the lead in striking Jiang Taixu's chest.

Facing a God King who could effortlessly obliterate Saint Lord level figures, everyone was afraid, and the more afraid they were, the less they dared let Jiang Taixu escape, because they knew if he escaped, none of them would have any hope of survival.

Rather than wait to die, they might as well break the cauldron and sink the boat to kill this God King here.

Jiang Taixu was knocked back several steps by the shockwave. Seeing the peerless old monster with a ferocious face charging at him, he did not retreat but advanced, using his chest to hard-receive a heavy blow from the peerless old monster.

But just as the ecstatic expression appeared on the peerless old monster's face, a bone-chilling coldness that made his heart tremble descended before him.

A hand thrust straight in instantly tore through his protective Shen Qi, and with the swiftness of thunder too fast to cover one's ears, plunged into his chest.

"You... so ruthless." The peerless old monster spat out a mouthful of black-red blood, speaking in terror.

"Puff!" Jiang Taixu's hand suddenly withdrew from the other's chest, and that hand still held a fresh, beating heart.

Although the heart had left the human body, it continued to contract and beat without stopping.

"A scoundrel with a wolf's heart and dog's lungs. Heng."

Jiang Taixu coldly snorted, then tightened his hand, and the beating heart instantly burst into flames; the bright red heart turned charcoal-black, and black liquid kept bubbling out from the severed end.

That was oil refined from flesh, and this piece of cooked meat emitted a nauseating, foul stench.

Just as Jiang Taixu was refining the heart, a huge white bone banner came crashing down to suppress him.

The giant banner billowed in the wind, instantly covering Jiang Taixu's head top, like a great white bone mountain pressing down!

This was a magic weapon refined by another peerless old monster over his lifetime; its power could even change the order and rules of Tian Di, a terrifying heavy weapon.

Facing the white bone demon banner crashing down, Jiang Taixu drained all the divine power in his body, condensing it into his right arm.

His right arm's veins bulged, the sinews gathering on his arm like coiling dragons. After gathering his power, his palm that held up the sky struck out toward the sky with a boom.

"Boom!"

The white bone giant banner, like a towering mountain, was actually sent back into the sky by this palm; when it fell again, cracks had appeared on the demon banner. Obviously, that charged strike had severely damaged the demon banner. Afraid that after a few more times, this magic weapon refined by the peerless old monster over his lifetime would be destroyed.

"Aiya, it hurts me to death!" Feeling the white bone demon banner had suffered considerable damage, the peerless old monster cried out in pain.

The white bone demon banner was refined by this peerless old monster with his heart's blood, a demonic weapon connected to his life. If it were truly destroyed, even if he did not die, he would suffer heavy injuries, and his cultivation realm would likely plummet.

Just as the white bone demon banner fell toward Jiang Taixu's head top again, the magic treasures of the other Saint Lords also came flying over.

In the sky, the interweaving magic weapons and magic treasures turned into streaks of Lu Guang, and in a flash arrived before Jiang Taixu.

Boundless attacks enveloped Jiang Taixu's entire body. Under these attacks from all directions, Jiang Taixu, who seemed to have exhausted his oil and dried his lamp, had absolutely no hope of survival.

Everyone's killing intent had arrived; it seemed the next second they could behead this God King and cast him into the mortal world.

Endless pressure kept pressing down on Jiang Taixu. His right hand arm holding up the demon banner had already been cut with blood marks, bright red blood flowing along his arm onto his body, forming divine marks resembling tattoos.

Each divine mark emitted a golden light on Jiang Taixu's body. As the light flickered, Jiang Taixu's eyes flashed with dazzling light.

The onlookers all noticed something was off. After being injured, the God King seemed to be quickly recovering his combat power. His golden blood seemed able to dispel all arts, not only restoring Jiang Taixu's vitality, but the divine marks it produced could even form a shield, blocking all weapons attacking him from outside his body.

The next second, Jiang Taixu's figure suddenly disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Not good, spare me, defend... ah!"

The thought of the remaining Saint Lords of god-slaying stayed in their minds for only a moment. Just as Jiang Taixu's figure suddenly disappeared, their mentality collapsed again.

No one could have imagined that Jiang Taixu could still recover his divine power in this situation, and that the blood of Shen Du could enhance combat power. This was simply absurd beyond measure; no one could have imagined such a result.

It was not that they could not imagine it, but that they dared not imagine it.

It turned out that a god was actually powerful to this extent. This was simply an undying existence!

(Chapter End)