#924 - The power to slay gods!

Vast pressure came from the distant sky, rapidly covering the Zhuxian Dynasty.

Heaven and earth fell into darkness, demonic energy soaring, covering the entire sky.

It was a group of powerful demon clans, driving a blood-colored battle flag.

The battle flag was too large, obscuring the sky and sun, covering the universe, completely enveloping millions of miles around the Zhuxian Dynasty.

Rumble!

Between the shaking of the battle flag, there were sounds of thousands of troops and horses fighting.

On the battle flag, countless figures of the demon army emerged, their pressure overwhelming the universe, making people suffocate.

The Zhuxian Dynasty's barrier trembled violently as a result, deformed by the pressure.

"Lower realm barbarians, quickly come out and kneel to die!"

The demon clan powerhouse arrived, led by a burly and strong middle-aged man with wildness.

Behind him followed dozens of people, including nearly ten in the Myth realm.

The demon clan powerhouses were very strong, standing in the sky above the imperial barrier, with their hands behind their backs, looking down.

The battle flag unfolded above the imperial court, the strong wind whistling, and the blood energy and primordial aura engulfed the sky and the earth.

The people in the city felt terrified, only feeling that their souls were trembling. This was an uncontrollable feeling. Under the pressure of the battle flag, everyone felt so small that they would be crushed into meat at any time.

"Hall Master Hou, kill that brat and slaughter his dynasty!"

The Holy Son Teng, nailed to the top of the highest building in the palace, was full of violent and crazy expressions.

Their strongmen had arrived, and they no longer had to worry about facing the threat of death.

His father had even sent down the hall master of one of the nine holy halls, a powerhouse at the peak of the tenth level of the Myth realm, who had already stepped into the Holy Ancestor realm. He was second only to his father in the demon clan, a top existence in the upper realm!

Behind him were the Holy Emperor realm powerhouses of the Holy Hall, each of whom was the backbone of the Holy Hall, and they also brought the ancestral weapon battle flag of the Primordial Zhenhou clan. This battle flag is the strongest weapon among the nine holy halls, only slightly weaker than the strongest ancestral weapon of the two demon clans.

"Hahaha! You surnamed Jun, did you see that? My demon clan powerhouses have descended to the realm, and you are just an ant! My demon clan has nine holy halls, and only a part of the powerhouses from one hall can crush your entire dynasty! At this moment, do you realize how ridiculous you are? How can an ant shake a tree, how can an ant challenge a dragon?"

The Holy Son Teng felt that he had stepped from the abyss of hell to the clouds of the sky, and this feeling made him feel extremely happy.

The humiliation he had endured these days had finally come to an end. From then on, he would be high above, overlooking the lower realm as a master, with life and death in his hands. Who would compete with him?

A mere lower realm barbaric universe, a demigod at the peak of the Myth realm, dared to provoke his majesty and nail him to the tall building! He will surely use the most cruel means in the world to slowly torture and abuse the Jun, making him wish he were dead, and tormenting him in endless regret and pain every moment.

"Who is Jun Wuxie, the ruler of the Zhuxian Dynasty?"

Hall Master Hou's eyes were森寒 and fierce, scanning the entire city, like a sword sweeping across, giving people a feeling of wanting to split their bodies, and their whole body was icy cold.

"I am!"

Jun Wuxie stood on the top of the high tower in the city, holding the God-Slaying Sword, and looked coldly at Hall Master Hou and all the powerhouses behind him.

"Hey, you weak ant, I admire your courage. Well, if the Holy Son didn't want to slowly abuse and kill you, I could crush you into meat with a flick of my finger!"

Speaking of this, Hall Master Hou reached out and pointed at Jun Wuxie, hooked his fingers, coldly and arrogantly: "Come on, come over and kneel down to repent, as long as your attitude is humble enough, I can consider only slaughtering your Zhuxian Dynasty, and not attacking other ants in this star field, otherwise I will make every life ancient star here a lifeless dead star!"

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward and said: "Now, immediately release the Holy Son and others, kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"A group of things that don't know whether to live or die!"

Jun Wuxie exerted a little force on his palm and pulled out the God-Slaying Sword.

He stepped into the air with the divine sword, passed through the imperial barrier, and came outside.

This sentence completely angered Hall Master Hou and others.

They are all important existences in the upper realm. When they arrived here, a lower realm barbarian, a small cultivator at the peak of the demigod, dared to say that they did not know whether to live or die.

He has lived for so long in this life, and he has seen many arrogant young people, but this is the first time he has seen such arrogance.

"Bastard, you have to kneel today, you have to kneel if you don't, the weak ants have no right to choose their destiny!"

Hall Master Hou sneered, spread his palms and suppressed forward, very casually, the posture and movement were like swatting a fly.

But even if it was a very casual movement, the power contained in that palm was extremely terrifying.

With a bang.

The space covered by it was annihilated, and even the imperial barrier below was violently sunken, with cracks all over it.

Between the vast mountains and rivers, countless dragon veins rushed out, the dragon's roar shook the mountains and rivers, and endless runes shone, trying to maintain the barrier, but it was still difficult to resist, causing the barrier to collapse quickly.

Under this kind of power, the suppression force that Jun Wuxie's body endured was unimaginable, causing his bones to start cracking, and his body was about to collapse.

"Kneel down to me!"

Hall Master Hou was like the supreme master who controlled the life and death of all spirits, high above, extremely strong, his eyes were cold, and his true energy palm suddenly accelerated and fell.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie's hand holding the sword shook slightly, and a dazzling light bloomed on the God-Slaying Sword.

He swung his sword out, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, like a destructive force, cutting off Hall Master Hou's true energy palm.

Hall Master Hou's pupils suddenly shrank, and a look of shock appeared on his face. He immediately realized that the golden ancient sword was extraordinary.

"I didn't expect you to have such an ancient weapon!"

His eyes were full of excitement. If he could get that ancient sword, then the strength of his Zhenhou Hall would be even higher.

Rumble!

He urged the ancestral weapon battle flag, and the vast energy surged, causing the entire imperial court to sink down. It formed an apocalyptic scene. Under its cover, except for the imperial court and Jun Wuxie, which were protected by the God-Slaying Sword, everything was annihilated.

Clang!

Jun Wuxie waved his sword to kill, without any moves, simply and directly.

The brilliant golden sword energy instantly penetrated everything and split the battle flag.

The divine sword in his hand waved continuously, and strands of sword energy crisscrossed. In the horrified eyes of the demon clan powerhouses, the battle flag was chopped into pieces. The blood-colored cloth fell, and the runes on the broken metal flagpole quickly extinguished, turning into broken copper and rotten iron, falling in all directions.

Almost at the same time, the God-Slaying Sword swept across.

The peerless killing power swept across the world, and the golden sword light instantly slashed to the front of Hall Master Hou's neck, causing his whole body to tremble, and his mind trembled uncontrollably. The sword intent penetrated into his body, causing his true energy to be suppressed to the point where he could not operate, and he could not use any strength in his body.

He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move. His body was completely out of control. His legs trembled, his calves were cramping, cold sweat quickly soaked his clothes, and bean-sized sweat rolled down his face.

Not only him, but dozens of demon clan powerhouses behind him were all so frightened that their souls were not possessed. They couldn't bear the terrifying pressure of the sword intent at all. Their bodies softened, and they knelt in the air with a thud, their bodies like sieves, like a pendulum.

"Kneel down!"

Jun Wuxie shouted coldly, and the sword energy that stopped next to Hall Master Hou's neck pressed down slightly.

Hall Master Hou couldn't bear the pressure, his legs bent, and he knelt in the void with a bang. His knees smashed the space, and two fist-sized void black holes appeared.

The entire Emperor Beginning Star Territory was silent, and everyone who witnessed this scene felt unbelievable!

The upper realm demon clan can be said to be fully prepared. Great figures with noble status have descended to the realm, and they have also brought terrifying weapons, but they still knelt there.

Everything is because of that ancient sword!

Except for the Xuanyuan clan and a limited number of people, everyone else felt incredible.

Is Emperor Xuanyuan's saber so terrifying?

Does the ancient sword, which is usually inserted on the top of the imperial tower, have such a world-shattering power!

"That sword..."

Jingya and Ling Qingyu watched this scene in shock in front of Zongwang Mountain.

No wonder Jun Wuxie has such confidence to kill the powerhouses of the demon clan's Holy Son Teng, weaken their strength, and hurt their vitality.

"There are too many secrets on this little guy's body. It's really impossible to see through. How many cards does he have left?"

Jingya's beautiful eyes were in a trance. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes and experienced it personally, she would never have believed that this was true. It was too subversive of cognition, and it was simply like Arabian Nights.

"The hall master of the demon clan's holy hall?"

Jun Wuxie stepped forward to Hall Master Hou, looked down at him kneeling, grabbed his hair and lifted him up, forcing his face to lift up.

"What do you think the lower realm is? Is it a place where you can run wild?"

He had a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and slapped his cheeks with the sword face of the God-Slaying Sword, leaving obvious sword marks on his face.

Every time the divine sword slapped Hall Master Hou's face, Hall Master Hou's body would spasm uncontrollably. His eyes were full of fear and humiliation. Obviously, his body was trembling with fear, but he gritted his teeth and showed hatred.

"I heard you are the strongest Hall Master of the Nine Saint Halls of the Teng lineage, the Holy Son of the Upper Realm Demon Race, a Saint Ancestor realm, the peak of Mythic Tenth Heaven, and your strength is second only to Holy Son Teng's father?"

"Ah!!!" Hall Master Hou couldn't accept such humiliation, and let out a painful and resentful roar: "What is my status and position? How dare you humiliate me like this? Do you know what consequences you will face in the future!"

"What consequences?" Jun Wuxie kicked him in the face, directly leaving a clear shoe print on his face, flattening his nose, and asked: "Is it consequences like this?"

Hall Master Hou's face was bleeding profusely, and his original facial features were almost unrecognizable. He looked like a pancake.

The violent aura in his heart almost tore him apart. He wanted to tear the ant in front of him to pieces, but under the pressure of that terrifying sword intent, he couldn't move at all, and couldn't use even a trace of true energy.

He was forced to kneel on the ground, his posture humble, facing Jun Wuxie in an extremely despicable manner.

"The humble posture you mentioned before, is it like you are now?"

Jun Wuxie's words were piercing, making Hall Master Hou almost suffer internal injuries from anger.

"Impossible… impossible…"

At the peak of the imperial palace, Holy Son Teng, who was nailed there, had a face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with despair and horror, constantly repeating the same words.

He couldn't accept such a cruel reality!

The hope he had placed was shattered in an instant. He still had to face the fear of death, with no possibility of survival!

That was their lineage's Hall Master, and he even brought the Ancestral Weapon War Banner. How could he be defeated like this, kneeling there, being humiliated by that hateful brat!

This is a desolate universe with a backward cultivation civilization. They are a great power from a higher cultivation civilization. How could they capsize here one after another? How could it be like this?

"Damn it, damn bastard, you dare to plot against my Demon Race lineage!"

Hong Ran had no fear, only resentment and killing intent. The cold light in his rhombus-shaped snake eyes burst out, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

At this moment, how could he not understand?

That brat, relying on having a terrifying ancient sword, deliberately let him call for people, the purpose of which was to kill the strong members of their lineage in the Demon Race.

Among the nine great saint halls of their lineage, the strongest is the True Hou Saint Hall, especially the Ancestral Weapon War Banner!

Now, not only have the Hall Master and many elders been defeated, but even the Ancestral Weapon War Banner has been destroyed. For their lineage, that is an inestimable loss, a great blow to their vitality!

It can be said that this loss is equivalent to a healthy person having one of their limbs broken. In the future, how will their lineage compete with the Ling family lineage?

"What, you're only reacting now?" Jun Wuxie turned to look at Hong Ran, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said: "Your reaction is a little slow. Are you too stupid?"

"You…"

Hong Ran was so angry that he almost exploded.

He was unwilling. How could he be willing?

The two lineages of the Demon Race have been fighting for generations, but as a result, coming to the lower realm has led to a great loss of strength. In the future, they will be at a disadvantage in the struggle!

Thinking about it, it's really ridiculous, and so sad!

"You people from the Upper Realm, claiming to be superior, come to the Lower Realm, disregard all living beings, calling us barbarians and ants. Now, you people who regard yourselves as masters are kneeling in front of your so-called ants. How do you feel? Do you want to share it so that we barbarians in the Lower Realm can all hear it?"

Jun Wuxie stepped on Hall Master Hou's face, looking down at him. This method of humiliation made Hall Master Hou want to die.

He is a Saint Ancestor, the peak of Mythic Realm!

In the Upper Realm universe, he is a figure who controls the power of life and death.

Now, in front of countless people, he is stepped on by a Semi-Saint Realm expert!

"You will pay the price for your actions! Unless you never go to the Upper Realm, and shrink in the Lower Realm for the rest of your lives, until you die of old age!"

Hall Master Hou roared. He knew that he had failed today, and he would not see how this person who made him hate to the bone would die miserably in the future, but he believed that this person would definitely die!

Daring to oppose their Demon Race lineage like this, a mere cultivator from the Lower Realm, after arriving in the Upper Realm, is nothing more than a worm to be manipulated! Their lineage will surely torture him with the most cruel methods, making him wish he were dead!

"My future path is very long, and I will definitely go to the Upper Realm. As for your Demon Race lineage, feel free to come and kill me. As long as you can't kill me, what awaits you will be extermination!"

Jun Wuxie has never been afraid of threats in his life. The Demon Race lineage is powerful, so what?

No matter how strong the opponent is, he has to face it. Could it be that because of fear, he retreats, or even kneels down and begs for mercy, and the opponent will be merciful?

That is such a foolish idea!

"Then you are destined to die without a burial place…"

Before Hall Master Zhen Hou could finish speaking, Jun Wuxie raised his hand and dropped his sword.

With a puff, Hall Master Zhen Hou's head was instantly pierced by sword energy. The sound stopped abruptly, blood spurted out, his eyes widened, and he died with eternal regret.

A Saint Ancestor, a strong man who could shake a region with a stomp of his feet in the Upper Realm, was buried in the Lower Realm universe just like that.

"Hall Master!"

The strong men he brought were so frightened that their souls left their bodies and completely collapsed.

"Noisy!"

The Sword Qi of Divine Slaughter crisscrossed, and the heads of several demon race powerhouses were cut in half from the cheekbones, red blood and white brains splattering together.

The entire Immortal Execution Dynasty was extremely quiet, without any sound. Even Holy Son Teng and Hong Ran were silent at this time.