My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 1052 - 807: Waving Hand to Annihilate Gods_2

Chapter 1052: Chapter 807: Waving Hand to Annihilate Gods_2

"Crack!"

With a series of crunching noises, when the ghost fog receded, a Tribulation Crossing Peak sorcerer-ghoul just vanished into thin air.

Zhang Zerui and Zeng Shouxin’s hearts trembled, this approachable Sect guru they had met, only now did they realize that his amiability might have been reserved exclusively for disciples of the Taiching Sect like themselves.

Wang Zijia paid no heed to the two men, instead releasing his divine thought for a split second of perception.

The next moment, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Immortal Yuan circulated as he reached down with a grasp.

An enormous Illusory Big Hand instantly plunged into the graveyard below.

"Boom!"

In that instant, the earth-shaking movement caused the entire graveyard’s mud to roll over, and a giant light orb was seized by Wang Zijia.

"What is this..."

Zhang Zerui and the others were startled.

Wang Zijia, however, pursed his lips and said, "Thought I found a treasure, turns out it’s just a dilapidated Divine Kingdom, as worthless as some trash Mysterious Domain."

Disinterested, he flipped his hand and the light orb quickly shrank until it turned into a book page that was absorbed into the Blood-Red Book.

"Gurgle!"

"Gurgle!"

Both the well-informed Earth Immortal Zhang Zerui and the less knowledgeable Turbid Immortal Zeng Shouxin were struck dumb, subconsciously swallowing twice.

"Evil God!"

"Demon!"

"..."

At the same time, some soldiers who had sensed the disturbance here had already arrived, looking at Wang Zijia and the others in the sky, who had killed their object of worship, and spoke with madness in their words.

Clearly, the death of the sorcerer-ghoul had been perceived by these followers.

Wang Zijia, with a furrowed brow, floated up, surveying the entire city. It was already descending into chaos, with many people running toward them, their eyes filled with a frenzy of mutual destruction.

"Martial Uncle, you need not be annoyed. These rebels are like this, mainly because their minds have been corroded by their beliefs." Zhang Zerui was obviously worried that Wang Zijia, being offended by this insolence, would get angry and inadvertently harm them as well.

Wang Zijia didn’t seem to care, his brow furrowed as he pondered for a moment.

The next instant, Immortal Yuan surged wildly within him, and he began to form hand seals quickly with intent.

The terrifying might frightened the two of them.

With such power, the next moment a gigantic meteor might just appear and directly destroy the entire continent below them—they both believed it could happen.

A Profound Immortal’s wrath could indeed annihilate some small thousand worlds, and even a Great Thousand World, if one was willing to invest the time and effort, could potentially crumble!

"Boom!"

However, the outcome was somewhat different from what they had expected.

The whole city, no, the entire continent, suddenly began to cloud over. After only a brief period of brewing, it started to rain lightly.

In the threads and strands of rain, countless invisible light spots were intermixed.

For those with a cultivation below the level of Sacrificial wine, the rain invaded their bodies without resistance, initiating a frenzied Demon Seeding.

At the same time, a droplet of Wang Zijia’s blood flew out, turned into an avatar, and then this avatar began to split frantically.

And disappeared continuously. These useless avatars were flickering in the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge of the Demon Seeders, exchanging for things before immediately rushing to the next place.

Wang Zijia closed his eyes for almost half a moment before he finally let out a long breath of foul air.

"Sigh..."

Down below, the frantic city also began to quiet down, the people looking around in bewilderment before they started to worship Wang Zijia.

"Thank you, Immortal Venerate, for your great compassion and mercy, for relieving our suffering and distress!"

"..."

The two men who witnessed this scene were both stunned, bewildered for a moment before dumbstruck, they asked Wang Zijia, "Martial Uncle, what was this?"

"It’s nothing, I merely purified the place a bit," Wang Zijia simply said.

"Will the people here become obedient subjects now? Should your disciple send people to govern them?" Zeng Shouxin immediately asked.

Wang Zijia waved his hand dismissively, "No need, someone will come to handle it soon."

Hearing this, both of them no longer had anything to say, and Zeng Shouxin did not comment further, as this was his clan’s world.

"Let’s go, to the next place. Let’s get this finished quickly, I still have a few others to find, what a nuisance!" Wang Zijia said, and in an instant, he vanished without a trace along with the two men.

...

This time they did not travel for long, as the distance between the two places wasn’t far. Although not on the same continent, it was just the neighboring one.

For Wang Zijia, it didn’t even take half a moment to reach the destination.

"This is the place!"

This time, without needing Wang Zijia to inquire, once they stopped, Zeng Shouxin confirmed it.

Wang Zijia nodded, the Blood-Red Book flew out again, and the golden eye on the cover blinked rapidly as a karma silk thread emerged, stretching toward the distance.

It seemed that this target was not hiding in the city. It was quite far away.

Wang Zijia followed the thread, crossing the Blood Color Kingdom and arriving at the border, at the Tri-country border.

Below them, there were nearly one hundred thousand people, and three armies were engaged in mutual slaughter.

To be precise, a thirty-thousand-strong army was facing encirclement and attack from two armies, totaling nearly seventy thousand soldiers.

However, the mere thirty thousand soldiers were not collapsing in defeat; instead, they appeared to be holding their own in the battle.

And the silk thread was connected to a general amidst the thirty-thousand-strong army.

"Interesting, by constantly inciting warfare, participating in battles, thereby utilizing the so-called war divine position as a Spiritual Medicine Lead to deify as an Earth Immortal," Wang Zijia mused as he looked down at the battlefield.

"Rather clever, not something often seen among the Mad Gods." Wang Zijia whispered as he observed the battlefield below.