"Halossa, Shrek didn't finish you off back then, so let us do it!"
In a corner of Star Luo City, three powerful figures surrounded Halossa as they fought high into the sky to avoid involving the innocent. Yu Guanjun, acting with the vigor of youth despite his age, unleashed his Divine Origin Realm mental force without any concealment.
Halossa's eyelids drooped, and the pluto sword in his hand displayed the full might of a Divine Artifact. The gray Netherworld expanded drastically, forcefully clashing with the frenzied old man.
"Feast of Death."
The Underworld Emperor spoke in a low voice as he made his move. The gray Netherworld Rebirth Domain shook violently at this moment, and twelve resurrected Death Knights reappeared. Holding swords and shields, they charged into the battlefield, each equivalent to a Super Douluo.
"Ordering the Heavens and Earth."
Yu Guanjun gave a low shout, and his Godly Brush drew out thousands of geometric patterns that pierced through the Netherworld. The spatial order cracked like parched earth, and the Death Knights became stuck as if in a quagmire, their movements sluggish and difficult.
"Titan Divine Fist!" "Ten Thousand Dawns of the Sun and Moon!"
Yuan En Zhentian and Kong Yao shuttled through spatial dimensions, their majestic blood Qi vibrating. The sun and moon rose together in one place as they each displayed their life's ultimate techniques.
Fist techniques that invoked the Laws of the plane bombarded the Underworld Emperor's true body. The brilliance of the Sun and Moon Spirits swept across the sky, emitting a hundred thousand beams of light that pierced through the Eternal Night Netherworld.
In an instant, the Underworld Emperor suffered a triple blow and was immediately hard-pressed. However, a sneer immediately appeared on his face as he looked toward Feng Zaixing on the ground.
"Didn't you want to end me? Why do you only dare to let them take action?"
Feng Zaixing said calmly, "It is not yet time for us to fight. Let all your subordinates come out. I thought the Ghost Emperor would be with you."
As he spoke, his Three-Word Battle Armor, "Asking the High Heavens," donned his body, and the god-level mecha, blazing fire, transformed into two three-foot-three-inch swords that landed in his palms.
The Underworld Emperor remained silent, but in the next instant, the Void Realm around Feng Zaixing crumbled like flowing water. More than ten auras, each at least that of a Three-Word Battle Armor Master, shattered through space as overwhelming purple flames descended upon the World.
At the source of the purple fire was a World-Destroying Giant Skull dozens of meters high. The Ghost Emperor sat atop it, laughing raucously, "Feng Zaixing, did you miss me that much? Or do you think you can stop me?"
Feng Zaixing's expression tightened slightly as he said, "With just you all, it's not enough."
Before his voice had even faded, two powerful figures stepped out from the mist surrounding him. One's face was seventy percent similar to Yuan En Zhentian's, and the other had white hair and a white beard, with eyes like a god's.
"Ghost Emperor, we will keep you company!"
Yuan En Tiandang released his Titan Giant Ape, its bright yellow silhouette propping up the heavens and earth. His four-word battle armor took shape and fused in the Void Realm, emitting a vast soul light that surpassed anyone except the Ghost Emperor.
Han Tianyi's eyes flashed with three-foot-long golden beams. With his hands tucked in his sleeves, his aura was only that of a quasi-demigod, but the mental force field he released was something even the Ghost Emperor dared not underestimate. The Emperor's smile vanished completely.
"Another Divine Origin Realm? Han Tianyi, you old thing, you actually had a day of Breakthrough?"
The Ghost Emperor took a deep breath. Coming to kill Feng Zaixing tonight was the right move. This kid had plundered an unknown amount of resources during the civil war, actually allowing so many veteran powerhouses around him to achieve Breakthroughs.
Dammit, having a legal identity is great. I wonder if the thousands of years of accumulation by the Holy Spirit Cult can even compare to what Feng Zaixing has done in these few years.
"No need to worry, let's test it out." Han Tianyi gave a long whistle and took a stride filled with heroic Spirit. Relying on his Divine Origin Realm mental force, he forcibly pulled the Ghost Emperor into his own mental World to fight.
For mental-type powerhouses, one's own cultivation level is sometimes not the most important thing. The Divine Origin Realm is within the domain of gods; mental-type powerhouses can use mental force to battle top-tier experts below the Divine Rank.
The Ghost Emperor had no choice. With a thought, nine green-flamed skulls appeared around him, dashing back and forth within the milky-white mental World.
"Old thing, you haven't been in your Breakthrough for long. How long do you think you can stop this Emperor!" the Ghost Emperor shouted sharply.
Han Tianyi's long, confident voice echoed from all directions, "I won't compete with you in strength, as I cannot beat you. However, I am quite confident in stalling you for a short while."
As he spoke, Han Tianyi visualized thousands of Spirit Beasts that surged out like a tide, crashing against the Ghost Emperor and the nine skulls.
"Damnable old thief, have the guts to fight me head-on!" The Ghost Emperor shook the beast tide and let out a hysterical scream.
Han Tianyi's laughter was long and drawn out, "Haha, go and fight to the death with Yun Ming first, then I will fight you head-on."
Hearing this, the Ghost Emperor suddenly felt an urge to cough up blood.
"Kill!"
Feng Zaixing and Yuan En Tiandang charged into the air, striking at the camp of the Evil Soul Master powerhouses.
"Dammit, form a formation!"
With their leader trapped, the Third Heavenly King, Dark Blood Eye, widened her pupils. She led the crowd to control the situation, using the World-Destroying Giant Skull to deal with the powerful enemies.
In an instant, the two groups of people fought from the ground up into the air. The sound of swords humming like a flood and fists thundering echoed as they quickly reached the high heavens. Soul light split the night sky, looking like dye splattered across a black cloth.
In the darkness, the experts of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda looked at each other in dismay and had to consult Zhang Geyang and Li Mengjie for their opinions.
"My Lords, His Eminence Phantom Brain has sided with the opposition. Are we still fighting?"
Zhang Geyang's face was darker than the bottom of a pot as he cursed, "Fight my ass! I didn't even want to come tonight! It's those idiots from the Holy Spirit Cult and Shrek who insisted on coming tonight!"
Looking at Han Tianyi, who was unleashing heaven-reaching mental force and exchanging moves with the Ghost Emperor, Zhang Geyang felt a piercing pain in his heart.
Among the countless people present, he, the Vice Pagoda Master of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda, was the most envious and did not want to kill Feng Zaixing right now.
If an old fogey like Han Tianyi could be turned into a Limit Douluo by Feng Zaixing, what was Zhang Geyang lacking? Perhaps if he fooled Feng Zaixing for a few more days, the great matter would be accomplished?
Furthermore, Han Tianyi's mental force was overwhelming; he would surely be recognized the moment he made a move.
Li Mengjie wiped her sweat and said, "Wait and see how things develop."
"Understood! Even if our allies are in trouble, we will remain as motionless as a mountain."
The Titled Douluos of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda understood. "Waiting and seeing" meant playing dead. None of them wanted to be held accountable by Han Tianyi or Leng Yaozhu afterward.
Had Qiangu Dongfeng not confirmed at the headquarters that Leng Yaozhu hadn't come, they wouldn't have dared to show up at all.
And faintly, the Spirit Transfer Pagoda was no longer a situation where the Qiangu Family held absolute dominance!
Diagonally across from the Spirit Transfer Pagoda people, Smiling Tiger, seeing no movement from their experts for a long time, couldn't help but say to Zang Xin, "Your Eminence, those bastards from the Spirit Transfer Pagoda have broken their word and don't dare to act!"
Zang Xin's face was ashen. "That bastard Qiangu Dongfeng was the one who agreed to cooperate and acted as the bridge to contact the Holy Spirit Cult. Now, his Spirit Transfer Pagoda is playing dead."
Cao Dezhi's face was as deep as water, and he didn't say a word. Han Tianyi's Breakthrough and the Spirit Transfer Pagoda's breach of contract were yet more unexpected turns of events.
"Sect Leaders, are we not going to fight just because the Spirit Transfer Pagoda isn't acting? The old brothers cannot swallow this insult!"
An old man in traditional clothing growled, holding a hammer horizontally. His eyes, locked onto Feng Zaixing, bulged out, showing many bloodshot veins.
He had a small hammer mark on his chest, and his level ninety-eight spirit power was as solid as a reef, revealing his identity as the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect.
As the Clear Sky Sect Master, Tang Yan, spoke, the crowd of experts behind him—old, middle-aged, and young—all began to speak, their emotions running high.
"That's right! Feng Zaixing forced us to leave our homes and slaughtered our kin. This deep hatred must be avenged!"
"The blood feud of the sixteen Hidden Sects must be washed in the blood of our enemies!"
Cao Dezhi glanced at Dark Blood Eye, who was already coughing up blood in the air, and the other Evil Soul Masters, then said in a heavy voice, "Action!"
"Good!"
Shadow after shadow flew out. Tang Yan changed the color of his Spirit and shouted, "Protect Lord Ghost Emperor!" as he hoisted a ten-thousand-jin giant hammer to shake the high heavens.
"Loyalty unto death for Lord Underworld Emperor!"
An Elder of the Star Luo Tang Sect's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan brandished color-changed black lightning. With nine rings floating around him and his body covered in black light, he looked quite the part.
"Feng Zaixing, we of the Holy Spirit Cult are settling the final account with you today. It's a fight to the death!"
Numerous experts from the Hidden Families moved out. Amidst the whistling wind, dozens of silhouettes charged into the high sky, with the Clear Sky Sect Master, the Blue Lightning Titled Douluo, and the Clear Sky Grand Elder being the fastest.
Behind them, several Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagodas rose into the air, emitting seven-colored glazed treasure light that shone upon the experts of the Hidden Families.
A group of Hidden Family experts taking action in the name of the Holy Spirit Cult—it was nothing short of a dark joke.
Feng Zaixing swung his sword, sending two Evil Soul Master Titled Douluos flying. Turning his head, he saw the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon experts charging up, bathed in the halo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagodas, and his expression paused slightly.
The Upper Three Sects joining forces to attack the Angel again? Interesting.
"Since when did the Holy Spirit Cult have so many experts? The captives I caught weren't nearly this tough."
Feng Zaixing gave a long sigh. With his chin slightly raised, he looked down upon the experts of the Hidden Families. He turned and swung his sword, the tip pointing toward the Clear Sky Sect Master. Boundless Sword Qi fell from the sky, and his clear voice rustled like a long wind.
"The grudges of twenty thousand years ago—tonight, I shall settle them on behalf of my ancestors."