Chapter 83

In the Void, another giant hand appeared; five cracks split the Heavenly Vault, stretching thousands of zhang, bringing forth spatial rifts, each containing divine power capable of shattering ten massive mountains.

A powerhouse acted secretly!

"Come!"

With a casual gesture, a Divine Furnace that suppressed Heaven and Earth manifested across the sky; the Nine-Headed Immortal Phoenix burned the Heavenly Vault. Jiang Xuan slightly circulated the Emperor Patterns within his body, and instantly some of the Divine Furnace's marvelous uses surged into his mind, as if they were part of his own body.

The Hengyu Imperial Pattern and the Hengyu Furnace were originally one; naturally they attract each other.

Even within Jiang Xuan's abdomen, a Nine-Headed Heavenly Fire Immortal Phoenix appeared, its wings like heavenly blades, its divine claws treading immortal flames; its phoenix cry seemed to open heaven, like nine suns across the sky — heaven collapsing, earth splitting, sun and moon without light.

This is an Emperor Soldier; the true meaning of the Hengyu Emperor Soldier's Dao evolved within Jiang Xuan's abdomen.

A thread of sky-filling fire swept across Heaven and Earth; the entire airspace above the Holy City was shrouded in Divine Fire.

Sacred Land Families, styling themselves as superiors, occupying high positions — the arrogance they bring will also be devoured by arrogance.

In the current world, Saints do not manifest; even Slashing Dao Kings are few and far between. When an Emperor Soldier appears, it sweeps the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Jiang Xuan grabbed over ten million jin of Pure Source and threw it into the Hengyu Furnace; the Divine Fire's ferocity grew even greater, the Void collapsing inch by inch, the entire Holy City plunging into extreme panic.

Earlier, when the Jiang Family members entered the Holy City, a heart-linked palpitation suddenly intertwined in his mind; the Emperor Patterns inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace shone, and Jiang Xuan had a guess — that was the Hengyu Furnace.

God King Jiang Taixu ordered Jiang Family powerhouses to bring the Hengyu Furnace to assist. When the two parted near Purple Mountain, Jiang Taixu knew Jiang Xuan needed the Hengyu Furnace to protect his Dao; his own combat power had little left, so he commanded the Jiang Family powerhouse and the Jiang Family's Contemporary Divine Body Jiang Yifei to bring the Emperor Soldier here.

"Want to die? I'll grant it." Jiang Xuan waved again; an Eight Trigrams Furnace phantom rushed from his body, merging with the Hengyu Furnace into one. The heavenly fire grew even more violent and fierce; no one could resist the Hengyu Furnace's power. A sky-covering, earth-enveloping firelight directly pounced toward the Void; that hidden powerhouse was directly burned to nothing, not even half a speck of ash left behind, all his Magic Treasures and Divine Materials also turning to flying ash.

At this moment!

Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged in the High Sky, expression calm as an ancient well; behind him the Hengyu Furnace's firelight soared to the heavens, calmly gazing at all the Sacred Land Family people.

The Hengyu Furnace's terrifying pressure practically crushed the Heavenly Vault; dark clouds and lightning densely covered the airspace above the entire Holy City; black spatial rifts spread in all directions; millions prostrated on the Great Earth, trembling in fear.

Dread!

Terror!

Life and death not in their own hands!

Heavenly gods enraged, sending down world-destroying Divine Fire, wanting to destroy the Great Earth — this is a world-ending Great Tribulation, the twilight of all things; not a single person can escape calamity.

Several Holy Land Powerhouses couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

The Yaoguang Holy Land and Ancient Ji Family people were even more fearful, their Primordial Spirits on the verge of collapsing inch by inch; they buried their heads in their necks, not daring the slightest movement, afraid Jiang Xuan would notice them.

Emperor Soldier? How could it be? The Jiang Family's Extreme Dao Emperor Soldier — why can he wield it like an extension of his own arm?

This youth Jiang Tun is actually the thief Jiang Xuan they've been hunting everywhere for over a year?

"I need an explanation." At this moment Jiang Xuan reverted to his original appearance; using the Emperor Soldier left him no leisure to maintain the transformation technique, even though the power released was not even one ten-thousandth of the Hengyu Furnace's true might, and even the strike just now relied more on burning Source to provide divine power.

"Never expected such an audacious villain to appear in the Holy City — truly damned. Let this Young Friend be startled; fortunately Young Friend's methods are superb — truly a Youthful Talent, with the bearing of a Great Emperor!" Yin-Yang Sect Supreme Elder Li Yishui spoke with righteous indignation.

Boom!

Firelight descended; the Void collapsed.

"Flee!"

Instantly he tossed out a Profound Jade Platform; runes flashed. Li Yishui stepped out with one foot, half his body already entering the Profound Jade Platform.

"Die for me!"

The Hengyu Furnace's Divine Light burst forth; Space shattered. Li Yishui fell from the High Sky; a fire sprout shot slowly toward Li Yishui — very slow, very slow — yet the Emperor Soldier's might pressed down like an Ancient Divine Mountain, surging out like a vast sea's wild waves.

"Ah, no, don't! Ah!"

Flesh body turned to nothingness; Primordial Spirit utterly extinguished; not even a wisp of flying ash remained.

Jiang Xuan frowned; the Emperor Soldier's power was too great — no Magic Treasure or wealth could resist even slightly; simply a waste.

Looking down at the Holy City's millions, a dark mass; Jiang Xuan calculated in his heart: if each person averaged a thousand jin of Source, one million people...

Jiang Xuan didn't move a muscle, pondering.

Everyone's hearts were incomparably chilled, their minds trembling with fear.

Killing Intent!

For just an instant, they all felt a surge of Killing Intent — it came fast, left just as fast.

For just an instant, this youth's mind birthed the thought of slaughtering all millions in the Holy City and plundering their wealth.

One Breath later!

"I need an explanation!" Still those same words, only now no one in the venue dared speak.

"Young Friend Jiang, for the sake of the Jiang Family's face, can we let this matter drop?" Finally a Jiang Family powerhouse stepped forward, cupping his fists.

Everyone was surprised; sure enough, the Jiang Family and this Jiang Xuan truly have deep ties — Jiang and Jiang, a Jiang-surnamed one wielding the Hengyu Furnace as if an extension of his own arm; could he be a monstrous genius the Jiang Family lost track of outside?

"Good!" Jiang Xuan's expression softened; in his heart he was also somewhat astonished — ruthlessness and heartlessness are not his true nature, yet in that instant he actually gave birth to a thought of plundering all under heaven, "making full use of everything."

What is "making full use of everything"?

Soul-Entering Banner, Flesh-and-Blood Pill Refining, White Bone Demonic Armor, Human Skin Book.

Since entering the Zhe Tian Jie, in just two or three years he has already cultivated peerless Divine Abilities; beneath the Immortal Platform he asks himself who can match him — what Holy Sons and Holy Daughters, what Divine Bodies and King Bodies, none enter his eyes.

In just two or three years he walked roads others cannot traverse in a lifetime; this gave him a sense of superiority looking down on all the world's talents.

This gave birth to a demonic intent — an intent that nothing in the world cannot be swallowed, no one cannot be refined.

When it comes down to it, he is just an ordinary person — a lucky one who gained immense power in a short time; smooth sailing all the way, foreknowledge all the way, made him float.

Perhaps one day he will truly become the Jiang Old Demon, swallowing heaven and devouring earth, refining humans and refining demons — but that must be on the premise that he can fully control such power.

Absolutely not now, as if influenced by demonic intent.

Virtue not matching position — there will inevitably be calamity.

Virtue thin yet position high, wisdom small yet plans great, strength small yet burden heavy — few do not meet disaster.

"However."

Jiang Xuan's gaze gradually flattened; he looked toward the Yaoguang and Ji Family directions, saying:

"Presumably you also recognize who I am. The ancients said: to have a grudge and not repay it is unworthy of a gentleman. I have always distinguished gratitude and resentment clearly — grudge for grudge, enmity for enmity. Our accumulated enmity runs deep; if I kill you, once in the Underworld, presumably you'll have no complaints either."

"No, don't!"

"Jiang Little Friend, this is a misunderstanding!"

Jiang Xuan pointed a finger, and the Hengyu Furnace rotated, with nine Nine-Headed Immortal Phoenixes coiling and circling above it, seeming substantial, radiating light that pierced through the world.

"Ah, don't!"

"Little beast, I'll be waiting for you down below!"

"I curse you to die a terrible death! Ah!"

Jiang Xuan's expression was calm; these curses could not produce the slightest impression on him — all the curses in the world were merely impotent rage.

(Chapter End)