Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 338 - 326: Sudden Descent (3/3)

Chapter 338: Chapter 326: Sudden Descent (3/3)

Both being in the Divine Infant Realm, the difference in momentum between the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch and Saint Yangtian was significant!

Just as Helian Dong said, during Ancient Times when the Martial Path was at its zenith, individuals of the same realm were incredibly formidable. Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch exuded an aggressive aura, showing no concern for facing Saint Yangtian, who was of the same realm. Despite verbally expressing some semblance of respect, his actions were aggressively domineering.

Who would have expected that the Poisonous Blood Sect, long thought to be in decline, still had an old ancestor from the Divine Infant Realm who had preserved himself using Temporal Origin Liquid! In these dwindling days of the Martial Path, a Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarch could indeed reign supreme.

Saint Yangtian’s face revealed a hint of anger as he said, "If you don’t leave promptly, then prepare for a battle with me!"

"Hahaha, it seems you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin. Then, let me show you what a true gap is!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch launched a palm strike, and countless streams of black water surged from all directions toward Saint Yangtian.

The black water transformed into numerous poisonous snakes, baring their fangs and emitting a dark and sinister poison, covering the sky and sun, terrifyingly formidable.

"Rise!" Saint Yangtian shouted fiercely, his hands forming innumerable Dharma Seals as a swath of golden light shimmered, casting towards the black snakes.

"Yang Tian, although you are also in the Third Layer Heaven of the Divine Infant Realm, your Divine Sense is far from as powerful as mine! After shedding the mortal coil, a Martial Artist cultivates Divine Sense, and you are far behind me!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch laughed wildly as the black aura expanded, completely overshadowing the golden light.

Saint Yangtian snorted coldly, his body radiating with golden light as he powerfully launched an attack, a golden longsword appearing in his hand. It was not a physical weapon, but rather a manifestation of his Divine Sense, atop his head, a deity appeared, wielding a short golden sword. With every slash and wave, streaks of Sword Qi flew across the sky in a dance of destruction.

From the moment one’s deity is formed at the Third Layer Heaven of Spirit Sea, each person defines the embryonic shape of their deity. Upon entering the Nascent Soul Realm, the deity takes the form of an egg, and only when one reaches the Divine Infant Realm does it hatch and grow with the advancement of their realm.

And by the time one reaches the Divinity Transformation Realm, the deity is fully grown, much like a person maturing from birth to adulthood.

Deities are a unique ability of a Half-Step Immortal. It is akin to two people with a heart-to-heart connection joining forces; the enhancement to battle power is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Despite his vocal contempt for Saint Yangtian, Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch couldn’t truly be careless. After all, if they were both of the same level, how could he underestimate his opponent? When Saint Yangtian employed his deity, Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch too shook his figure and released his own deity.

A black poisonous snake appeared, small at just a foot long, but it gave off the oppressive might of a Divine Dragon descending to the world!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarchs clashed fiercely, horrific waves of power overflowing, and from the Shangtian Martial Pavilion side, Yuan Shixiang, along with another Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor, flew out to deploy a barrier to block the aftershocks directed towards the Martial Pavilion.

Although those in the Nascent Soul Realm have no qualification to contend with the power of a Divine Infant Realm, the joint effort of two Nascent Soul Realm experts was more than sufficient to block the waves of power, yet for them, it was akin to engaging in full combat, and it was uncertain how long they could last.

Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch wasn’t just making empty boasts, he dominated the battle, his black light covering two-thirds of the space! Even those who had not reached the level of the Divine Infant Realm could discern that Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch was unquestionably overwhelming Saint Yangtian!

If this went on, Shangtian Martial Pavilion was sure to be defeated!

Moreover, on the Void Ship above, eighteen Spirit Light Cannons were aimed at the Martial Pavilion. Should they start bombarding, the two Nascent Soul Realm old ancestors, already in a fluster, would they have the energy to spare?

What to do?

All present were sweating profusely, for although they were the favored sons and daughters of heaven, none wished to die like this, so senselessly and as a sacrifice for others!

They looked all around but Zhou Heng was nowhere to be seen!

Had this boy run away?

"Hahaha, Yang Tian, within a thousand moves, I shall defeat you!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch laughed wildly, his black aura becoming more pervasive, consuming even more space, and visually dominating the scene!

This black light was an extension of Divine Sense, and the more widely one spread their Divine Sense, the greater their advantage.

"Fire the cannons and flush that kid out!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch commanded harshly. His assault with the Void Ship was both a show of force, a declaration of the Poisonous Blood Sect’s powerful return, and also to slay Zhou Heng and seize the legacy of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate!

He had already reached the pinnacle of the Divine Infant Realm countless years ago, but had been unable to take the crucial step into the Divinity Transformation Realm due to the lack of a legacy. Therefore, he was determined to obtain the legacy of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate... his lifespan was running out, and he needed to break through!

"You dare!" Saint Yangtian bellowed in rage, tied down by his adversary and truly unable to free himself to intervene; the two Nascent Soul Realm disciples were completely incapable of blocking all eighteen spirit light cannons simultaneously.

"What wouldn’t I dare to do!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch sneered coldly, his black aura billowing as he grew more dominant, exhibiting the full extent of a Divine Infant Realm’s battle power.

Whirr!

All eighteen Spirit Light Cannons began to gather light, charging up for a devastating attack comparable to that of the Nascent Soul Realm!

It was enough to obliterate the entire Imperial Capital!

Everyone felt an unmatched sense of dread. The eighteen Spirit Light Cannons covered the range of the entire Imperial Capital, and no one dared to make a rash move, knowing any slight movement might make them the target of a direct bombardment.

Damned Zhou Heng!

They couldn’t help but curse Zhou Heng in their hearts!

"Old poisonous snake, you want the legacy of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate, don’t you? Come and fetch it yourself! Otherwise, once the Spirit Light Cannons sweep through, everything will turn to ash!" Just at that moment, Zhou Heng’s voice suddenly echoed in the sky.

"Boy, hand over the legacy of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate, and I shall grant you a quick death!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch pushed back Saint Yangtian with a palm strike. Although he couldn’t defeat Saint Yangtian immediately, he was certainly gaining the upper hand and pushing back his enemy wasn’t difficult.

Whoosh, a Treasure Pagoda suddenly appeared, instantly enlarging to a hundred zhang tall, with ten levels emitting dazzling, blinding light.

The Nine Mystic Trial Tower!

It was the first time it appeared so openly before the public! Oppressed by a Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarch, Zhou Heng had no choice but to bring out his trump card.

Zhou Heng stood inside the entrance of the Treasure Pagoda, his arms folded across his chest, watching the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch in the sky with a look of disdain. Outside the Nine Mystic Trial Tower was Huo Tian; Zhou Heng had just gone out to bring her over.

"A peerless treasure!"

The Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch immediately showed a greedy expression. With his keen perception, how could he not see the preciousness of the Nine Mystic Trial Tower? He reached out and slapped toward Zhou Heng, initiating an attack that traveled without regard for distance, completely ignoring the space between them!

Hum!

Mysterious light flickered, and the attack came to a halt outside the Treasure Pagoda. Zhou Heng let out a hearty laugh, his expression even more contemptuous as he said, "What Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch, you’re nothing but a decrepit old man! Tell me, have you slept for so long that you’ve lost your strength?"

"Impudent brat!" The Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch snorted coldly, his face not showing anger but rather intensified greed!

What level of being was he?

Divine Infant Realm!

If even his attack couldn’t shake this treasure in the slightest, what did that prove?

The Treasure Pagoda must surely be of the Divinity Transformation Realm level!

Indeed, this brat must have obtained the treasure of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate!

Whoosh, he dived down. Since he couldn’t kill Zhou Heng by attacking with Divine Sense and make the treasure change hands that way, then close-quarters combat was the simple solution—the Treasure Pagoda would surely be unable to defend against him! With a palm strike, what could a junior possibly use to block?

"Stop!" Saint Yangtian came back to interrupt, even if it was just for the sake of his face, he had to prevent the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch from harming his disciple of the Martial Pavilion; otherwise, what dignity would he have to continue running this Martial Pavilion?

"So utterly stubborn!" The Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch hummed angrily, but Saint Yangtian was an expert of the same rank as him—he could maintain the upper hand, but it was impossible to consider the opponent’s attack as nothing!

Helplessly, he turned to meet Saint Yangtian’s attack. Bang, bang, bang, the two began to fight fiercely once again.

Yet, everyone’s gaze was fixed on the noble and mystical Treasure Pagoda. They did not know the origin of the Nine Mystic Trial Tower and naturally assumed it was a treasure of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate, all displaying their covetousness.

But who with insufficient strength would dare to step forward to seize it?

Within the whole Martial Pavilion, only Yang Zhan, the Ice Phoenix Lady, and Sang Qingshan—a mere three people—were qualified!

As the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch battled with Saint Yangtian, because Zhou Heng had appeared, he had not ordered the Spirit Light Cannon to continue its attack. As long as Zhou Heng showed no intention of running away, he didn’t mind tangling with Saint Yangtian a little longer.

As long as he defeated Saint Yangtian, who within the Martial Pavilion could stop him?

"Old poisonous serpent, the person you’re looking for is me; what are you waiting for? Are you scared?" Zhou Heng provocatively refused to stay quiet, stirring up the crowd from below.

"Ignorant junior, this seat initially intended to grant you a quick death, but you are courting a lengthier torment! Humph, this seat is renowned for using poison. I assure you that once you’re poisoned, the agony will be such that you’ll wish for death, yet you won’t be able to die!" The Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch said coldly.

"Quit yapping and start acting, if you’re brave enough, come down here!" Zhou Heng burst into laughter, "Old monster, why aren’t you coming down? Are you so lacking in courage, or are you a eunuch?"

"Damn it!" The Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch raged.

It had been a long time since he last felt such fury, but Zhou Heng’s taunts were simply too offensive, making it impossible for him not to get angry.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In his rage, the Deity’s Black Serpent atop his head radiated immense light, suddenly unleashing a terrifying force that pushed Saint Yangtian back dozens of miles, whoosh, the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch fiercely descended!

He aimed to capture Zhou Heng, make him endure the most excruciating torment known to man, then extract the inheritance of the Three Yang Heavenly Venerate from him before killing him off!

How powerful was a Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarch? Without Saint Yangtian’s restraint, his figure flickered and he was instantly on the ground, only thirty feet away from Zhou Heng! He stretched out his right hand, swiftly grabbing toward Zhou Heng.

Nine feet, eight feet, seven feet—the distance was closing!

The face of the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch revealed a ferocious grin. At such a close distance, even if Saint Yangtian were to return now, he was confident he could capture Zhou Heng first and then calmly face any attack.

As for why Zhou Heng was acting so foolishly? Provoking him knowingly came with no benefits, but the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch couldn’t care less!

Do the thoughts of a small fry matter?

Six feet, four feet, two feet, one foot!

Capture him for me!

The Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch’s face twisted with malice, like a venomous serpent baring its fangs.

Slap!

At that moment, his form suddenly stopped, and he plunged headfirst onto the ground, face-down, hitting the earth with a solid thud!

What just happened?

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock, some even dropping their jaws in astonishment, their minds in complete disarray! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)