Chapter 66 Gu Changsheng Flicks His Finger to Cover the Sky! The Three Supreme Beings Are Terrified! The Great Perfection Holy Body!
However…
Just as the Emperor's Sword was about to charge into the battle, Gu Changsheng suddenly moved.
He didn't even turn around, merely glancing slightly at the starry sky below.
His gaze was calm.
It even carried a hint of nonchalance.
"No need."
Just two simple words—like an inviolable decree.
Gu Changsheng raised his hand and waved it, unleashing a gentle yet overwhelmingly domineering force that directly pushed the menacing Emperor's Sword back.
Even the quasi-emperor level stellar phenomena of Empress Ziwei were dispersed by this simple sleeve movement.
Empress Ziwei trembled as she caught the returning Emperor's Sword, her face filled with astonishment.
He… refused?
Gu Changsheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the three supreme beings before him.
The corners of his mouth curved into a faint, confident smile.
"Since I am the Heavenly Emperor, I shall suppress all enemies in the world."
"I alone am enough for this battle."
Mad!
Such arrogance!
Faced with three supreme beings who had reached the pinnacle of enlightenment, he refused assistance and declared that he would suppress everything alone.
Above, the Dragon Emperor Youhuang's enormous dragon eyes blazed with fury.
"Gu Changsheng!"
"You're too arrogant!"
"That finger strike just now must have exhausted most of your vital energy, right?"
The Netherworld Dragon Emperor's voice rolled like thunder, shaking the very void.
In his view, Gu Changsheng's Great Desolate Imprisoning Heaven Finger was terrifying, but the more powerful the divine power, the greater the consumption.
Even a fully accomplished sacred body had limits.
"Good."
The Nine Heavens God Emperor steadied himself, the broken ancient mirror in his hand emitting a faint light.
His eyes glinted with malice as he stared at Gu Changsheng.
"Although the Holy Body is unparalleled in physical form, it has not yet attained enlightenment and cannot mobilize the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth."
"Your strength diminishes with every bit you use."
The Myriad Tribulations Soul Emperor was even more direct.
Above his head hovered a large black bell, its surface engraved with demons and monsters, radiating a chilling spiritual energy.
"No need to waste words with him."
"He is already at his last gasp."
"Killing him and devouring his sacred essence will be enough to make up for our losses!"
Boom!
The three supreme beings struck again.
This time, they held nothing back.
The three supreme imperial weapons were fully unleashed!
The Netherworld Dragon Halberd transformed into a purple-gold, world-destroying dragon, its gaping maw shattering even the void itself.
The Nine Heavens Divine Mirror shot out a beam of destructive light that pierced through the ages; wherever it passed, time reversed and space collapsed.
The Myriad Calamities Soul Bell trembled, and countless vengeful ghosts and wronged spirits poured out, forming a black ocean threatening to engulf Gu Changsheng.
Three imperial weapons, united into a terrifying, ancient three-headed behemoth.
The aura alone made the entire Big Dipper Starfield tremble.
Even across the endless void of the Douluo Continent, winds and clouds shifted color.
Tang San gripped the railing tightly, knuckles white with tension.
Even through a screen, he felt the suffocating, despairing pressure.
"Is this… the power of God?"
His divine-level martial soul, once so proud, seemed like a speck of dust before this force.
Even the sea god, if present, would likely be swallowed whole by the purple-gold dragon.
"Can he… still hold them off?"
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
Gu Changsheng calmly faced the onslaught.
He simply stretched out his hand.
An ancient-looking small bell appeared in his palm.
The bell seemed ordinary, even somewhat blurry, but it was woven from law itself.
The Heavenly Emperor Bell.
Gu Changsheng's instrument for proving his truth.
Though not yet fully formed, it was a fierce weapon forged from the blood of countless races, accompanying him on his path of slaughter.
"Go."
Gu Changsheng tossed it gently.
The Emperor Bell swelled in the wind, instantly becoming the size of a mountain.
No flashy brilliance.
No earth-shattering phenomena.
It simply… rang.
When it tolled—
The Great Way fell silent.
This sound was like the first sound at the beginning of time.
The once-bustling battlefield fell silent instantly.
Then…
A shocking scene unfolded.
The three supreme imperial weapons, previously ferocious, faltered as if confronting a natural predator.
The purple-gold dragon of the Netherworld Dragon Halberd let out a terrified wail, exploded, and reverted to its original halberd form, flying backward.
The light of the Nine Heavens Divine Mirror dimmed instantly, a tiny crack appearing on its surface. It whimpered and shrank back into the emperor's hand.
The Eternal Soul Bell's vengeful spirits melted away like snow under the sun.
The bell trembled violently, as if begging for mercy.
Deathly silence.
The three supreme beings were dumbfounded.
Empress Ziwei below was astonished.
Tang San and the Douluo Continent observers were equally dumbfounded.
"What… what's going on?"
The Nine Heavens God Emperor stared in horror at the ancient mirror in his hand.
"Is my mirror… afraid?"
"How is this possible?!"
Even when facing legendary immortal artifacts like the Desolate Tower or the Immortal Bell, supreme imperial weapons dared to compete.
But now…
Facing Gu Changsheng's seemingly blurry bell, they were actually trembling.
The fear emanated from the depths of their very souls.
The Soul Emperor of Myriad Calamities turned deathly pale.
"He's weapon… strange!"
"That's definitely not an ordinary imperial weapon!"
Gu Changsheng held the Heavenly Emperor Bell, its face exuding the aura of time.
He looked at the three panicked supreme beings, boredom flickering in his eyes.
"Is this all you rely on?"
"If that's all…"
"This farce ends now."
He took a step forward.
Golden lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet, carrying him tens of thousands of feet forward.
His goal was clear: the Dark Emperor.
"You!"
The Dragon Emperor Youhuang looked terrified.
His natal imperial weapon, the Netherworld Dragon Halberd, which had drunk the blood of countless warriors, had lost all its luster and fell like scrap metal into the mountains, crushing peaks in its descent.
For a supreme being at the pinnacle of enlightenment, this was like a tiger having its teeth pulled out.
Although still dangerous, the confidence to tear the sky apart had vanished.
As the Netherworld Dragon Emperor watched Gu Changsheng approach, the golden blood aura pressed down like a vast ocean, making his dragon scales tremble uncontrollably.
A long-forgotten emotion surged within him.
Fear.
Since attaining enlightenment and becoming emperor, ruling all races, he had long forgotten fear.
But now… it was terrifyingly clear.
"It's over…"
Not just him.
The Nine Heavens God Emperor and the Myriad Tribulations Soul Emperor were equally terrified.
That bell tolling had shattered their attack, and more importantly—their Dao hearts.
In that moment, they felt like they weren't facing a single person.
They were facing the entire sky.
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