God Emperor

A 36-meter-tall Creo Dragon pulled a silver chariot and rolled over from afar.

The Creo Dragon was a purebred divine beast and was very close to adulthood. It was only one last transformation away from reaching the pseudo god level and exploding with the destructive power of a star.

This Creo Dragon's destructive aura might not have reached the star level yet, but the divine light emitted from its body could still burn the sky and boil the sea, scaring the saint realm cultivators in the city into fleeing.

The cultivators who were able to enter the city had at least surpassed the Four Realms of Martial Arts and had been reborn.

"It's the Creo Dragon and the Silver Cloud Chariot. Wuma Jiuxing has entered the city!"

"What a terrifying aura. Just a single breath of the dragon's breath can probably destroy the physiques of Neverwilt Realm and Hundred Shackle Realm Supreme Saints. The Creo Dragon has arrived and Hoth will definitely be turned upside down."

"As expected of the number one powerhouse in the dark forces. His mount is already unrivaled."

...

The city was not like other cities. It was strewn with Supreme Saint Inscriptions, Divine Marks, and Path locks. It was the home of Saint-level cultivators.

As a result, when a cultivator entered the city, both their cultivation and combat abilities were suppressed.

This was to prevent the battle between cultivators from destroying the city.

The higher the cultivation, the more severe the suppression.

Even a Paramount Realm Supreme Saint could not destroy a city.

However, the aura of the Creo Dragon gave off a feeling that even the Path lock was trembling.

The chariot seemed to be able to crush the city.

Zhang Ruochen held his breath. His eyes were extremely serious.

BOOM!

BOOM!

...

The surrounding space trembled and the precepts of heaven and earth were in chaos.

In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, it wasn't like a Creo Dragon pulling a chariot. Instead, it was like a huge star rolling over. If it wanted to destroy everything in its path, the star could crush it too.

"Is this the invincible power below divinity? No, this is just the aura of his mount. His mount is almost invincible below divinity." said Zhang Ruochen as he was shocked.

Blackie couldn't help but raise its head. The thorns all over its body became sharper.

The Creo Dragon was approaching the pavilion they were in. It was 10 meters away and closing in fast.

All the cultivators in the pavilion had escaped.

Zhang Ruochen and Guye Jing could only see less than ten cultivators within a five-mile radius.

Those who dared to stay were all well-known powerhouses in the Infernal Court. They were the overlords of the Saint Realm who could hold their own.

"Let's go! I'm not interested in this show," said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen frowned. He didn't want to attract too much attention.

Guye Jing shook her head, "Don't worry," she said. "The sturdiness of this city is far beyond your imagination. There were many locks in the middle of West One City. Even if Wuma Jiuxing was the best below divinity, the damage he could cause was still within control. Look, The cultivators of the Hoth Palace have arrived!"

The cultivators in verglas armor descended from the sky and appeared on the roofs of the city's buildings.

Whoosh

They activated and interweaved the Supreme Saint inscriptions and the Divine Marks in the city with the lock.

The Hoth Palace was the true master of Hoth.

When they came to Hoth, any force, including the ten major forces, the cultivators of the Infernal Court's ten clans, and even the cultivators of the Fane of Destiny, had to follow the rules of the Hoth Palace.

The appearance of the verglas armored cultivators meant that the Hoth Palace had tacitly acknowledged Wuma Jiuxing and Zhuo Yunong to fight in the West One City.

Other Supreme Saints did not have such qualifications.

Rumble

Creo Dragon's breathing sound was like thunder.

Wherever the chariot passed, the precepts of heaven and earth were compressed, leaving only the precepts of the Path of Saber within 300 meters.

The buildings on both sides of the street were instantly metalized.

"Is this also the Precept Domain?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Guye Jing nodded, she said, "Within the domain, there are only your own precepts. No other precepts, including the precepts of heaven and earth exist. Wuma Jiuxing is indeed very strong. Under the suppression of the three layers of Path lock, Supreme Saint inscriptions, and Divine Marks, the Precept Domain can still cover 300 meters. His Path of Saber is already at its pinnacle, able to slash through all the Paths in the world."

Although the Paths in the world were categorized into Path of the Ancients, Path of Supreme Saint, Major Path, and Minor Path.

However, the strength wasn't from these Paths.

Instead, it depended on the cultivator.

As the cultivator with the steel saber could kill the cultivator with the bronze saber. The cultivator actually only required the wooden saber.

One's self was always the key to victory or defeat.

Although Wuma Jiuxing did not cultivate the Path of the Ancients, he had mastered the Path of Saber to its pinnacle. With a single strike, he could separate light and darkness, and break space and time.

Feeling Wuma Jiuxing's Precept Domain, Zhang Ruochen thought of his Self-Defined Mark of Time. Unfortunately, with his current cultivation, he could only condense a few at a time. Compared to Wuma Jiuxing's Precept Domain, it was like a few drops of water and a vast ocean.

The Creo Dragon and the chariot got closer and closer, stopping precisely 300 meters away.

Below the pavilion, it turned into a forest of sabers.

The air disappeared.

The Qi in the space turned into Saber Qi.

Each Saber Qi could destroy a cultivator's vitality and contain the Power of Death.

The cultivators who had been staying in the area quietly retreated under the pressure of Wuma Jiuxing's aura in the Creo Dragon and the chariot.

Zhang Ruochen also wanted to leave, but it was too late. Wuma Jiuxing's Precepts of Saber were like a peerless divine saber that hung in front of him. As long as he moved, the peerless divine saber would chop down.

With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation, it was almost impossible for him to take on Wuma Jiuxing's strike.

Guye Jing was unexpectedly calm. She still sat across from Zhang Ruochen. She held the teacup between her fingers and looked straight at the Silver Cloud Chariot.

Creak

Zhuo Yunong pushed open the door on the third floor across the street and walked out. His upper body resembled that of a handsome human man. His lower body was shaped like a centipede. His arms were wrapped around two green and red python-like creatures.

The two creatures did not cower in fear in the face of the Creo Dragon's aura. Instead, they raised their hideous heads and opened their mouths, revealing their teeth.

"Zhuo Yunong, take my saber," said Wuma Jiuxing.

Wuma Jiuxing's voice came out of the Silver Cloud Chariot.

All of the Saber Qi and Saber Precepts within 300 meters condensed into a single point above the chariot.

The 300-meter space was sucked into a vacuum.

The point formed by the Saber Qi and Precept of Saber was like a cosmic singularity. Every ray of light released was sharp enough to split heaven and earth, but it also contained the energy of the entire universe.

Zhuo Yunong's aura instantly rose to the pinnacle.

A Gate of Destiny appeared behind him. The light of Destiny was extremely powerful. It shone on him. Because he was so close, Zhang Ruochen believed that his cultivation had been suppressed to the point where he was no more than a mortal.

"As expected of the number one master of the Fane of Destiny. So powerful. Once he opens the Gate of Destiny, all laws will be lost. I'm no different from a mortal. I can't use the Power of Time and Dimension. I can't escape even if I want to."

Zhang Ruochen was deeply aware of the gap between him and the top powerhouses below divinity. He predicted in his heart what realm he needed to cultivate to have the ability to escape from Zhuo Yunong.

Far!

Far from it!

Guye Jing's expression was no longer as calm as before. She said, "It seems that everyone has underestimated Zhuo Yunong. This Divine Judge is much stronger than everyone imagined. Let's go. We can't stay here any longer!"

If it was a one-sided battle, the victor could be decided in one move. Of course, they could stay and watch.

However, if the winner could not be decided in one move, it would be a battle of the same level.

Whether or not they could receive the next move would determine the level of the powerhouses.

BOOM!

Wuma Jiuxing's world-shaking blade slashed down. At the same time, Zhuo Yunong's ax of judgment struck out. The two collided and immediately shook the world.

Zhang Ruochen and Guye Jing had already retreated. They could not witness the battle between the two peerless powerhouses.

However, Zhang Ruochen used the Heart of Truth to sense. After the first collision, the vibration in the space did not end there. Instead, it evolved into an even more powerful destructive force.

It seems that Zhuo Yunong had blocked Wuma Jiuxing's first strike.

This battle only lasted for half a breath before it stopped.

The cultivators from the Hoth Palace who were in charge of activating the Supreme Saint Inscription and Divine Mark were all sent flying. They fell to the ground in disarray, bleeding from their seven orifices. Their injuries were not light.

The city walls within a radius of several thousand feet were broken. The Supreme Saint Inscription and Divine Mark were destroyed, and all the buildings were reduced to dust.

The pavilion beneath Zhuo Yunong was reduced to ruins.

He held the three-meter-long ax of judgment in his hand, and he still stood upright. His aura and battle prowess did not diminish in the slightest.

Crack

A crack appeared on his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Zhuo Yunong, as expected of you."

Wuma Jiuxing's voice came out of the Silver Cloud Chariot. Then, the Creo Dragon pulled the chariot and soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

Lord Wu Yue was sitting on the street not far from the battlefield. The moment the battle ended, he suddenly stood up. However, when he saw the Gate of Destiny behind Zhuo Yunong dimming, he immediately sat back down.

To get rid of Wuma Jiuxing, he had to work together with Zhuo Yunong to have a chance.

Although there was internal strife in the Fane of Destiny, when faced with external enemies, they naturally had to work together.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Yunong was too heavily injured and lost the ability to fight again. Lord Wu Yue was alone. Even if he attacked, he wouldn't be able to stop Wuma Jiuxing. Naturally, he could only watch him leave.

To the Fane of Destiny, today was already a day of humiliation.

If Lord Wu Yue attacked now, it would be fine if he could kill Wuma Jiuxing. If he could not kill him, it would only make the Fane of Destiny even more humiliated.

"Wuma Jiuxing is already the number one in the world. From today onwards, he will be the ruler of the Infernal Court. Such dissatisfaction!" Lord Wu Yue let out a long sigh.

No one knew better than him how powerful Zhuo Yunong was. Even Zhuo Yunong had been defeated in seven moves. Who else in divinity could beat him in the Infernal Court?

Guye Jing and Zhang Ruochen appeared outside the city and looked at the Silver Cloud Chariot flying away.

"Wuma Jiuxing just left like that?" Zhang Ruochen said as he was slightly surprised.

Guye Jing said, "If we continue to fight, there is at least a 30% chance that we will die together. That is not what Wuma Jiuxing wants to see."

Zhang Ruochen understood what Guye Jing meant. Since Zhuo Yunong could withstand Wuma Jiuxing's first strike, he would have a chance to gain time to self-detonate the Sainthood Source.

If Zhuo Yunong self-detonated the Sainthood Source, no matter how strong Wuma Jiuxing was, he would die without a doubt.

Wuma Jiuxing might be the strongest person below divinity, but it doesn't mean no one could stop him.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Divine Judge, the strongest person below divinity of the Fane of Destiny, could only block Wuma Jiuxing's seven strikes. The Fane of Destiny had fallen hard. I'm afraid they can only avenge the Fane of Destiny when Que grows up."

"How did you know that Zhuo Yunong blocked Wuma Jiuxing's seven strikes?" Guye Jing was surprised.

In her opinion, even some Paramount Realm Supreme Saints might not be able to see clearly the battle between the two powerhouses.

Zhang Ruochen was only in the Hundred-Shackle Realm. How could he do it?

"I'm a Yuanhui level genius," Zhang Ruochen said with a smile. "I have something that ordinary cultivators can't grasp."

Guye Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen. She thought to herself that the news of Wuma Jiuxing defeating Zhuo Yunong would cause a huge uproar in the Infernal Court. To deal with the possible crisis in the next thousand years, the major forces would definitely support the chosen ones who could resist Wuma Jiuxing. Zhang Ruochen must be one of them.

The Scion of the Fane of Destiny had just died, and the Scioness had yet to mature. It was time for the new and old leaders to be replaced.

The Fane of Destiny had lost the leadership of the Infernal Court, and Wuma Jiuxing was invincible in the secular world. In the next thousand years, it was the time for the Pneuma Hall to expand. It was unknown how many territories and interests of the forces would be taken away.

Who could stop Wuma Jiuxing from bringing chaos to the Infernal Court?

Zhang Ruochen said, "Bai Qing'er can invite an invincible figure like Wuma Jiuxing. I think we should put the previous plan on hold for now. Provoking that wicked woman will be very disadvantageous to us."

Guye Jing said, "Are you afraid of Wuma Jiuxing?"

"Can you beat him?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.

Guye Jing thought for a moment and said, "Although Wuma Jiuxing severely injured Zhuo Yunong in the fight just now, he should have been injured himself! He will hide and recuperate in a short time."

"Why do you think so?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Guye Jing said, "Because Zhuo Yunong didn't die, and Wuma Jiuxing didn't challenge Lord Wu Yue."

"Perhaps Wuma Jiuxing was just afraid that Zhuo Yunong would self-destruct his Sainthood Source, or that the Fane of Destiny would seek revenge," Zhang Ruochen said.

Guye Jing shook her head, "The ten dark forces are often wiped out by the Fane of Destiny. How can they be afraid of revenge? Besides, Wuma Jiuxing and Zhuo Yunong are fighting one-on-one. No matter who dies, it's not the other's fault.

"In my opinion, Wuma Jiuxing didn't challenge Zhuo Yunong just to stand up for Bai Qing'er. He had a deeper purpose. Firstly, he wanted to suppress the prestige of the Fane of Destiny and tell the major forces of the Infernal Court that the Fane of Destiny was not that terrifying and that it was not undefeatable. As long as the idea was planted, many forces in the Infernal Court who did not believe in Destiny would be tempted to take action. For example, the Yanluo Clan, Fengdu, and the Fane of Darkness.

"In that case, wouldn't it be more influential if he took the risk to kill Zhuo Yunong or defeated Zhuo Yunong and Lord Wu Yue at the same time?

"But he didn't do that.

"From this, it can be seen that he must be injured! For someone like him, once he is injured, he must hide and recuperate, just like you, who can't see the light. If he sees the light, he will attract countless enemies. Those enemies will pounce on him like a pack of wolves, never giving him the chance to recover.

"And now is the best time for us to test Bai Qing'er."