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Chapter 1698 - 1024: Veteran Tyrant Knife

Chapter 1698: Chapter 1024: Veteran Tyrant Knife

"Buzz!"

In the void, mysterious Tao patterns emerged, ripples from the Sacrificial Sea splashed here, causing the dimension of this world to visibly fracture.

"Rumble!"

At this moment, the Ten Great Mysterious Ancestors advanced and retreated together; as the mysterious Tao patterns’ fluctuations peaked, in the vague, undetectable blur, ten immortal figures seemed to merge into one.

The world’s vastness was desolate, the starry sky stained with blood, the blood rain swayed endlessly.

That towering figure emerged intermittently from the pitch-dark curtain of black mist, its imposing pressure terrifying, causing all the worlds to tremble, heaven and earth to turn upside down.

The frightening black clouds rolled in, covering the sky and the earth.

Its eyes opened and closed, indifferent to all, shining brilliantly; everything from the past, present, and future lay bare within, no secrets, all-knowing and omnipotent,

Now, future, or until the end of time.

Anyone capable or potentially capable of reaching the Immortal Emperor, achieving the path-ending level of beings, had all been perceived by it; the world’s vastness, all would be annihilated, no sliver of hope for the future.

Then.

The gaze spanning the ages solemnly fell upon Jiang Hui, an extremely indifferent look revealing subtle emotional changes.

Through the ages, from the dawn of the first era to now, time has passed endlessly, regardless of imperial ambitions, passionate endeavors, no matter how splendid it once was, will eventually dissipate like smoke and wind under the passage of time.

Even for the Ten Great Mysterious Ancestors, time is considered long.

It was difficult to find an anomaly that could stir their emotions.

Thus, they treasured this rare moment.

Of course, they preferred to kill it, to watch as every variable in the world, no matter how it struggled, ultimately be buried at their hands.

That kind of despair was one of the few seasonings in their immortal and lonely existence.

"Your strength is indeed exceptional, but what does it matter how strong it is? From the moment you appeared, this place became your burial ground."

The Ten Ancestors unified, their voices booming, with emphasis, as if ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors were speaking together.

Seemingly insulted by Jiang Hui’s expressionless demeanor, the unified Ten Great Mysterious Ancestors immediately wielded a gigantic, pitch-black Wolf Fang Club and attacked.

The iron weapon smashed through the starry sky, oppressive to the world, dark and heavy, without any divine peculiarities, not containing any Great Taoist aura, like a solid iron rod, heavy, vast, thick.

"Crack!"

The pitch-black Wolf Fang Club casually descended, and the void here instantly emitted a cracking sound from being overburdened, breaking apart inch by inch.

Moreover, the Wolf Fang Club was still dripping blood; for countless years, the bloodstains remained dazzling, extremely brilliant, unknown how many supreme beings it had killed, the blood of path-ending beings buried under it once, and more than one.

Currently, there might still be some Sacrificial Path State beings’ blood added upon it, welcoming its ultimate evolution.

Jiang Hui’s gaze was grave.

He knew the power of this Wolf Fang Club, it was not a Taoist Divine Weapon, but even more terrifying; before it, all the Great Dao turned to ash in an instant.

Jiang Hui retreated immediately.

Evading the incoming black shadow.

With his physical body, he could actually withstand it, but he would also suffer great injury.

As written, even when Ye Emperor and Emperor Huang Tian, both having stepped into the Sacrificial Path State, joined forces, they were battered under this Wolf Fang Club, drenched in blood, full of cracks, nearly torn apart.

At that time, neither of them were new to the Sacrificial Path State.

Of course, armed with the Golden Finger, Jiang Hui did not feel that his current foundation was lacking, only that if he could dodge it, there was no need to take a blow for nothing.

He traversed laterally and retreated, underfoot the river of time flowed with a rustle, the budding Rule perfectly merged with Cangtian Dao, becoming the Heavenly Law; with a thought, Jiang Hui already distanced himself from the reach of the Wolf Fang Club.

Yet, even so, he still felt a wildly violent force attacking from all around.

Merely the sweeping hammer wind was enough to cover the surrounding area like autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

In an instant, the Great Tao perished, the Rule collapsed, the extradimensional place, entirely condensed from Imperial Intention, suddenly sunk to a visible degree.

Even in the Real Body of Pangu state, Jiang Hui still felt his flesh being slashed as if by countless blades, immediately causing blood to flow, forcibly torn into countless scars.

"Whoosh!"

Jiang Hui maintained a calm expression, while retreating, he swung his knife and cleaved.

In an instant.

Dazzling light spread.

The Tyrant Knife came slashing in an extremely mysterious angle.

The blade light raged, the fierce and boundless sharp intent overturned the position of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor.

"Puff!"

Mysterious blood splattered across thirty thousand feet, heaven and earth were entirely covered in a blinding black.

Heaven and earth lost their color, already black and silent, and now, even more so, all the brilliance faded, as if it were imprinted into a black and white photograph.

The Phantom Primordial Ancestor, in pain and maddened, did not expect itself, having unified all ten ancestors, to still bleed first.

It let out a furious roar, its violent aura raging, wielding the Wolf Fang Club again fiercely.

As if carrying the weight of the entire universe, so heavy that even time stood still at this moment.

The Wolf Fang Club, pitch-black like an endless curtain, with iron nails on the head jagged and rugged, like towering sword peaks.

"Rumble!"

The giant club body whistled through the frigid cold wind, the trajectory simple and brutal, without any fancy technique, yet containing a terrifying power enough to destroy everything.