Yan Wushen’s gaze was icy sharp as he said, “Wu Jiang, do you intend to make an enemy of the Yan Luo Clan?”
The corners of Wu Jiang’s mouth curved up as he said, “The Dark Temple has long wanted to eliminate you lot from the Abyss of Darkness. What right do you have to call yourselves the Yan Luo Clan? The Yan Luo Clan of the Outer Heavens is the true Yan Luo Clan.”
Immediately after, Wu Jiang walked to the side of another Supreme Realm elder, pressing his finger to the top of the white-haired old man’s head, and smiled, “Besides, even if I kill you all, who would know?”
Yan Wushen locked eyes with Wu Jiang, the killing intent in his gaze growing ever denser.
Xue Tu secretly transmitted to Zhang Ruochen, “Senior Brother, this is big trouble. Wu Jiang is a true god; we are absolutely no match for him. But what works in our favour now is that this stone temple is dense with heavenly patterns. Wu Jiang cannot enter. As long as we hide inside, he cannot do anything to us.”
Wu Jiang said, “Of course, the target of my visit to the Abyss of Darkness this time is not your Yan Clan, but Zhang Ruochen.”
“As long as Brother Wushen can assist me in capturing Zhang Ruochen, these elders of your Yan Clan can still live. Cultivating a Supreme Realm great saint requires expending vast resources. Brother Wushen surely does not wish to see them all perish here?”
Yan Ting was already seething with rage inwardly and said coldly, “You are dreaming!”
“Boom!”
Beneath Wu Jiang’s palm, that Supreme Realm elder’s head exploded, leaving only a headless corpse.
Yan Ting’s eyes turned bloodshot as she let out a delicate shout and prepared to rush out to fight Wu Jiang to the death.
But she was grabbed by the arm by Xue Tu, who forcibly dragged her back, saying, “Have you gone mad? An arm cannot twist a thigh. He is a true god; even I cannot beat him. What are you going to fight him with?”
“Let go of me,” Yan Ting snapped.
“Do women have no brains at all?”
Xue Tu struck a finger at Yan Ting’s back, surging blood fiend qi into her body to seal her meridians, rendering her body immobile, with only her eyes able to move.
Wu Jiang walked towards another Yan Clan Supreme Realm great saint and said, “Brother Wushen is a peerless prodigy. Once he steps into the divine realm, he will soar like a dragon through the nine heavens. Zhang Ruochen not only stole your fiancée but also suppresses you at every turn. How could a hero like you be willing to submit to another?”
Yan Wushen laughed long and then his expression suddenly turned icy, “You should know that I, Yan Wushen, will absolutely not yield to any threats. And you, Wu Jiang, are even less qualified to threaten me.”
“Swoosh!”
Yan Wushen’s speed was astonishingly swift, like spatial translocation. In an instant, he intruded into Wu Jiang’s Domain of the Netherworld Kingdom, his body instantly turning golden and expanding to nine zhang six chi tall.
“Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Roh Diamond Curse.”
The nine-zhang-six golden body slapped out with a palm, the hand as large as a dustpan, a dragon coiling around the arm, shattering countless peaks on the dark spatial continent.
Wu Jiang slapped out with one hand, striking Yan Wushen’s palm centre.
Circles of shockwaves warped the space into a gourd shape, slamming into the centre of Yan Wushen’s massive palm and sending him flying back.
Immediately after, Wu Jiang formed a finger seal with his right hand.
In the Netherworld Kingdom, rule divine patterns surged forth like billions of chains, wrapping towards Yan Wushen’s golden body and binding him.
“Six Paths of Reincarnation!”
Six Paths of Reincarnation halos appeared around Yan Wushen’s body, shattering the rule divine patterns. His hands clasped together, and dense points of light emerged on the surface of his golden body. Each point of light was a “swastika” divine seal.
“Clatter!”
The “swastika” divine seals impacted towards Wu Jiang like raindrops.
Wu Jiang extended one hand forward, manifesting an arc-shaped light curtain that deflected all the incoming “swastika” divine seals, preventing any from approaching his body.
“So it is merely an avatar.”
Zhang Ruochen saw through Wu Jiang’s facade, stepped out of the stone temple, and in one stride entered the Netherworld Kingdom.
In that instant, the scenes within the Netherworld Kingdom collapsed in disarray, as if the world were ending.
From the black lightning patterns at Wu Jiang’s brow surged a pillar of dark light, piercing through Yan Wushen’s Six Paths of Reincarnation halos and sending him flying dozens of li away, crashing deep into the ice layer.
“A true god’s single avatar is more than enough to slaughter you lot.”
With a mere thought, Wu Jiang appeared before Zhang Ruochen, unleashing the Myriad Hands Seal of Life and Death. The sky filled with hand shadows, all emanating brilliant divine light as they struck towards Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen pointed forward with a finger, and myriad swords emerged in unison, shattering Wu Jiang’s myriad hands. The sword lights all struck Wu Jiang’s body, forcing him to retreat dozens of steps in succession.
Hai Shui, who had remained silent all along, said, “How impressive! A true god of Wu Jiang’s calibre, even with just an avatar, is far stronger than an ordinary false god. Yet he cannot withstand a single finger from Benefactor Ruochen.”
Xue Tu chuckled, “Little nun, you did not notice, did you? My senior brother is using the power of the Buddha’s sarira to perform a Buddhist secret art, the Equality of All Beings. No matter how powerful Wu Jiang’s avatar is, once suppressed to the same realm as my senior brother, is it not just a matter of casually beating him?”
“Wu Jiang’s avatar seems not so simple; it does not appear to be merely condensed from divine sense,” Hai Shui said.
