Chapter 60 One palm kills Tang Hao. I, Chen Xin, have dedicated my life to cultivating the sword. If I cannot even glimpse the end of the sword path, I would rather die.
Although his physical body was destroyed, as long as his remnant soul remained, he believed that he would one day be able to make a comeback!
"Oh no! He's not completely dead. My cultivation level is still too low!"
Qian Renxue was shocked when she realized something was wrong. She was about to give chase, but found that the remnant soul was too fast and she couldn't catch up at all.
As Tang Hao watched the Stone Village recede further and further away, and saw Jiang Chen and the Daoist boy vanish from sight, he accelerated his flight while cursing venomously:
"Damn pretty boy, damn Taoist disciple!"
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river!"
"When I, Tang Hao, return in renewed strength, I will tear you all to pieces!"
"Especially that so-called Immortal Lord, he's just a useless show-off..."
However, before Tang Hao could utter the word "thing," the people of Shi Village and Qian Renxue, who were originally preparing to ask Liu Shen for help, witnessed a scene that they would never forget.
At the far end of the sky, a giant golden hand, formed from pure spiritual energy, suddenly appeared out of thin air above the Great Wilderness!
That giant hand was so large that it covered an area of hundreds of miles!
The palm lines were clear as ravines, carrying an unparalleled pressure that could destroy the world, and slammed down heavily on that fleeing remnant soul!
"Noisy".
"Those who insult the Immortal Lord shall die!"
Boom!
The giant hand fell, and the earth sank!
The mountains, rivers, and forests within a radius of a hundred miles were instantly reduced to dust by this single palm strike!
"No!!!"
Before the palm strike could fully land, Tang Hao's remnant soul was completely annihilated in the golden light.
This time, it was a complete annihilation, both body and soul!
Not even a trace was left!
...
After that enormous golden hand, which blotted out the sky, killed Tang Hao with a single blow, the entire Douluo Continent was in an uproar.
Although they had witnessed the destruction of the God-King before, seeing their world's supreme deity so easily crushed again still made them gasp in horror.
Douluo Continent, Sunset Forest.
It was a blessed land, where spring water steamed with red and white mist, nourishing countless rare and precious herbs in the surrounding area.
However, in the heart of this vibrant scene, a Blue Silver Emperor plant that had just sprouted a few tender leaves suddenly began to tremble violently.
Even though she is now just a plant, and even though her intelligence has not fully recovered, she can still sense Tang Hao's passing.
"Buzz..."
A ripple spread outwards through the air.
The leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor, which were originally lush and vibrant green and exuded a faint glow of life, suddenly turned yellow and curled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only that, even the originally crystal-clear dewdrops on it instantly turned into murky liquid and slid down, dripping into the soil.
Her instincts as a wife made her feel the complete disappearance of her husband's presence, and that sense of emptiness caused her unprecedented pain.
"Shh..."
As the Blue Silver Emperor's leaves withered, this sorrowful mood spread like a plague to all the Blue Silver Grasses around it.
In an instant, all the Blue Silver Grass within a ten-mile radius of it, regardless of their age or whether they had developed sentience, bowed their heads in unison.
Not only that, their leaves also drooped, and their once vibrant vitality was rapidly fading away…
The grass and trees seem to grieve, and all the flowers weep in unison.
The wind stopped.
Only that withered, yellowed Blue Silver Emperor plant trembled silently…
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On the other side, Shrek Academy.
The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind was biting.
Standing frozen in front of the dilapidated dormitory window, Tang San was like a soulless statue.
He stared intently at the enormous palm print in the sky, his fists clenched, tears streaming down his face.
But he didn't cry out, because he had become numb.
After witnessing his father's neck snapped by the so-called Blood-Moving Realm expert Qian Renxue, he was then swatted away like a fly by a mere child.
This shock had far exceeded the limits of what his reason could withstand.
"Dead, all dead..."
Tang San's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice hoarse.
No matter what, he was still his father.
But does he dare to hate?
He wanted to hate the high and mighty Primordial Immortal Lord, and he wanted to hate the Daoist boy who casually destroyed the world, but he dared not.
Even deep in his heart, whenever that figure in the blue robe appeared in his mind, a shiver from the depths of his soul would instantly sober him up.
He understood that, at present, it was indeed an insurmountable barrier.
So he could only transfer his hatred to those he could hate.
"Qian Renxue!!!"
Tang San's fingers dug deeply into the wooden window frame, his nails flipped up, and blood gushed out.
"How cruel you are!"
"Killing someone is just a matter of a beheading, why make him disappear completely, body and soul?!"
"You only defeated my father because of the cultivation system of that world. If it were a battle between equals, your Angelic Martial Soul wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my father's Clear Sky Hammer!"
"And that young Taoist priest is also a bullying lackey who takes advantage of his power!"
Tang San took a deep breath, raised his hand, and let the blood slide down his hand.
"Just you wait, I, Tang San, will remember this grudge!"
"Since that world has such incredible opportunities, I, Tang San, must go there!"
"I possess twin martial souls, as well as the ultimate techniques of the Tang Clan from my past life: the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, the Mysterious Jade Hand, and hidden weapons!"
"My talent is one in a million!"
"As long as the heavens choose me, as long as I can go to that world..."
Thinking of this, Tang San's lips curled into a somewhat eerie smile.
"With my qualifications, that Immortal Lord will definitely look at me with new eyes! As long as I ascend to the throne of Sequence Zero, as long as I have time and resources."
At this point, Tang San took a deep breath and his gaze fell once again on the light screen on the horizon.
"Don't even mention a mere Qian Renxue and a Daoist disciple, I will definitely surpass even that Immortal Lord!"
"At that time, you who condoned your subordinates' killing of my father will pay for it in blood!"
...
The far north, the core region.
Snowflakes howled across the sky, while the aurora borealis shone brilliantly.
The Snow Empress stood atop the icy plain, her pristine white dress almost blending into the surrounding snow and ice, with only her deep eyes reflecting the terrifying palm strike against the sky.
"madness."
After a long silence, the Snow Empress finally parted her red lips and offered this assessment:
"That Tang Hao had already escaped with his life, yet he still insisted on provoking such an existence. He was truly foolish, utterly idiotic!"
Upon hearing this, Hyotei, standing to the side, flicked her scorpion-tail-like braid and exclaimed in shock:
"Sister, did you notice?"
"That Qian Renxue is only at the early stage of the Blood Transformation Realm!"
"Moreover, she didn't use a single bit of soul power throughout the entire process; she simply relied on her physical strength to brutally kill Tang Hao, who had become a god!"
"This...this is terrifying!"
Hyotei swallowed hard, her little face filled with terror.
"If the cultivation system in that world is really that heaven-defying, then wouldn't our physical defenses, which we soul beasts are so proud of, be as fragile as paper in front of them?"
At this point, Xue Di's gaze became extremely worried. She looked towards the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest, towards the clearing where the Titan Giant Ape had just been teleported away.
"Yes, that's terrifying."
"Although Tang Hao is arrogant, he does possess the strength of a level 100 god."
"Even he was so vulnerable in the face of that world's system, so what about Erming, who was just chosen...?"
"Although it is a 100,000-year-old soul beast with immense strength, in a world where mountains can be moved and seas filled at will, and ancient species roam everywhere."
"I'm afraid the odds are against us."
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Spirit Hall.
Unlike the outside world's anxieties, the Papal Palace was more lively than during the Lunar New Year.
Pope Bibidon stood in the center of the hall, her scepter raised high, her beautiful face beaming with smiles.
"What Haotian Douluo? What number one sect in the world?"
"They're nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of Xue'er!"
"The power of the Blood Realm is truly well-deserved!"
After speaking, Bibi Dong turned around, her gaze sweeping over the elders and bishops below who were already kneeling on the ground in excitement, and then she said in a passionate voice:
"Gentlemen! Did you see that?"
"Xue'er not only killed Tang Hao, but also gained the favor of that Daoist boy and obtained the Ascension Token!"
"Although he is only an outer sect servant, he is still a servant of the Primordial Immortal Court!"
"This means that behind Xue'er stands not only that Daoist boy who could destroy the world with a single palm strike, but also an unparalleled Immortal Lord!"
"From now on, my Spirit Hall will have an immortal as its backer!"
"Excellent!" Upon hearing this, Grand Elder Qian Daoliu appeared out of nowhere, his old face turning bright red with excitement.
Then, he suddenly flicked his sleeve, his eyes gleaming, and said:
"Now that Tang Hao is dead, the Haotian Sect has lost its greatest support and is nothing more than a flock of lambs to the slaughter!"
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has also lost Chenxin, leaving only Gu Rong."
"As for the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, it has long been rotten and decayed!"
"This is a golden opportunity! It's the perfect chance for our Spirit Hall to unify the continent and establish the Spirit Empire!"
Upon hearing this, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately exchanged a glance, then knelt on one knee and loudly echoed:
"Congratulations, High Priest! Congratulations, Your Holiness the Pope!"
"Now that our young master has a destiny to become an immortal, if we continue to be timid and hesitant, wouldn't we be disgracing the Celestial Court?"
"Your subordinate requests permission to immediately launch Operation Soul Hunt!"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong no longer hesitated. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she slammed her scepter heavily onto the ground, making a crisp sound.
"allow!"
"Pass on my orders!"
"The Spirit Hall shall immediately enter a state of first-level combat readiness!"
"Summon all Platinum Bishops and Templar Knights!"
"First target: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"Second target: Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan!"
"Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish!!"
...
Meanwhile, behind the celestial canopy, a perfect world exists.
In the upper realm, there are nine heavens and ten lands, in Jianzhou.
Behind the Miscellaneous Affairs Office of the Chaotian Sword Sect, at the Sword Washing Pool.
The night was deep, and the cold moon hung high in the sky.
Unlike the bustling wilderness below, there is only deathly silence here.
The so-called Sword Washing Pool is not an ordinary pond, but a terrifying cold pool formed by drawing upon the ten thousand years of frigid energy from underground and gathering the mixed sword intent left by countless disciples of the Chaotian Sword Sect who have been refining their swords day and night!
If an ordinary person were to get close, they would be instantly shredded into mincemeat by that invisible sword energy;
Even weaker cultivators dare not venture into this area lightly.
However, at this moment, in the center of the pool water, which shimmered with a cold, eerie light and was as viscous as mercury, an old figure sat naked in a cross-legged position.
This person is none other than the former swordsman Chen Xin, now the old servant who washes swords.
"hiss--"
Chen Xin closed his eyes tightly, his wrinkled face contorted to the extreme, and even his lips were bitten until they bled.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
The tiny sword energies floating in the pool were like countless invisible knives, drilling into his body through his pores, frantically cutting through every inch of his meridians, and even scraping his bones!
"puff!"
Under these circumstances, Chen Xin could no longer hold back and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The blood that fell into the pool was instantly frozen into a red ice shard by the cold air.
Even at this level, Chen Xin did not get up; instead, he straightened his back even more.
"Not enough, not enough..."
Chen Xin cried out in his heart. When he opened his once proud eyes, there was no longer any arrogance, only endless exhaustion and despair.
These past few days, he has been subjected to all sorts of scorn in the chores department, and he has even witnessed firsthand how a mere teenager sweeping the floor could flatten a mountain with a casual swing of his sword.
That real blow almost destroyed his Dao heart.
Thinking of this, Chen Xin gritted his teeth and quickly formed hand seals again!
He is a sword cultivator, unyielding and inflexible!
"Soul ring? Soul skill?"
"Heh, it's nothing more than the shackles of the past."
"To survive, to regain the dignity of the sword, the only way is to break through and rebuild!"
After saying that, Chen Xin looked down at the nine soul rings at his feet, which were almost completely shattered, and roared fiercely:
"Smash it!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul behind him suddenly appeared.
However, this time he did not release a soul skill, but instead turned the sword tip towards his dantian and slashed fiercely at the nine rhythmic soul rings!
"Snap!"
With a chilling cracking sound, the nine spirit rings that symbolized the glory of a Title Douluo were shattered by Chen Xin's own hands!
That wasn't the end of it. The next second, the terrifying backlash erupted instantly, and the out-of-control soul power within his body shattered his meridians, leaving them riddled with holes.
"ah!!!"
Chen Xin roared in agony, blood gushing from every pore of his body, staining the Sword Washing Pool beneath him.
Despite the extreme pain, he forced himself to use the Qi-guiding method he had overheard from the idle chatter of the outer disciples over the past few days.
"Use your body as a furnace, and your sword energy as fire!"
"Burn away the old blood, reforge the sword's bones!"
And so, Chen Xin began to guide the violent sword energy in the Sword Cleansing Pool to reshape his physical body!
However, this is a huge gamble!
If he wins the bet, he will shed his mortal form and truly embark on the path of cultivation in this world!
If you lose the bet, you will explode and die, becoming a vengeful soul in this Sword Washing Pool!
"I have dedicated my life to cultivating the sword."
"If one cannot reach the summit, to even glimpse the end of the sword path..."
"I'd rather die!!!"
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