Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"die!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Shaotian had already moved.

He simply took a step forward, and thrust out the Nine Fallen Divine Sword in his hand.

However, the moment the sword was thrust out, the entire space of the square seemed to freeze.

Wherever the sword passed, the thick, blood-like domain power of the Diao Ling Divine Domain was torn open with a straight rift by this sword!

The sword's speed appears slow, but it is actually faster than the naked eye can perceive.

One instant the sword was still in Huang Shaotian's hand, the next instant the sword tip was already three feet in front of the chest of the withered holy corpse!

A hint of solemnity flashed in the blood-red eyes of the Withered Sacred Remains. It raised its right hand, spread its five fingers, and dark red withering power frantically gathered in its palm, condensing into a bone shield covered with strange patterns.

"clang!!!"

The moment the sword tip collided with the bone shield, time seemed to stand still for a split second.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying energy storm erupted from the point of impact!
The dark red decaying power and the golden sword energy clashed and annihilated each other, forming visible ring-shaped shockwaves that swept in all directions.

"retreat!"

Yan Jinghong's expression changed, and he used his Ice Soul Sword to create an ice wall in front of him, protecting Ru Feng, Han Tian, ​​and Hua Feng behind him.

Even so, the shockwave struck the ice wall, causing it to shake violently and instantly cover its surface with spiderweb-like cracks.

Around the plaza, the remaining flesh-and-blood gu were knocked down in swathes like wheat fields in the wind by this shockwave, their bodies turning to dust under the dual strangulation of sword energy and decaying power.

In the center of the battlefield, Huang Shaotian and the withered holy remains were locked in a fierce battle.

Huang Shaotian's swordsmanship was simple, direct, and fierce, with each strike aimed directly at the vital points of the withering holy remains.

His sword intent incorporates nine distinct laws, which blend seamlessly under his sword, resulting in astonishing power.

Since arriving in the Divine World from the Immortal Realm, he has not only been free from the suppression of the world's fundamental laws, but has also grown stronger without much cultivation, as if he originally belonged to the Divine World.

In recent years, although he almost died from exhaustion of qi and blood when the Eastern Emperor Bell collapsed, after recovering, he not only returned to his peak in a very short time, but also broke through to a higher level after accumulating strength.

At this moment, his strength is probably comparable to, or even surpasses, that of Metatron in the past.

Although the withered remains of the Holy Remains were only in the initial stage of recovery and their strength was far from returning to its peak, as an existence that once stood at the pinnacle of the divine level, their use of the power of decay had still reached an unparalleled level.

Its form is elusive, weaving through the sword light. Its hands, whether palms or claws, each strike carries a withering power that erodes the life force of all things.

That dark red power was extremely corrosive; even the golden sword intent surrounding Huang Shaotian would hiss and melt away upon contact with it.

But Huang Shaotian's sword was too fast! Too sharp!
"Shoot-"

Another sword flashed, and a tear was slashed in the robe on the left shoulder of the withered holy corpse, revealing the dry, grayish-white skin beneath.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the skin, leaving a shallow white mark. But the next moment, golden flames suddenly burst forth from the mark, scorching the withering holy remains's body.

"Roar!!"

The withered remains let out a painful roar, slamming its right hand against its left shoulder to extinguish the golden flames. However, the burned area was already charred black, emitting a foul, burnt smell.

Its blood-red eyes blazed with even more fury, and its hands formed a strange hand seal in front of its chest.

“Y'golonac……V'ythorra……D'lurgath!” (Withering…Returning…Erosion!)
Ancient incantations poured from its mouth, and the dark red magic circle patterns on the plaza floor suddenly lit up with a blinding blood-red light.

Immediately afterwards, grayish-white bone spurs burst forth from the ground, each over ten feet long, their tips gleaming with a chilling light, piercing towards Huang Shaotian from all directions.

These bone spurs are not only incredibly sharp, but also contain a terrifying, deadly poison. Wherever they go, even the air is corroded, leaving black marks.

"Hmph! A little trick!"

Huang Shaotian snorted coldly, and the Nine Fallen Divine Sword drew a perfect circle in front of him.

"Nine Fallen Sword Domain - Return to Blade!"

Golden sword intent erupted from him, transforming into countless fine sword energy threads that intertwined into an impenetrable sword net within a hundred feet around him.

"Ding ding ding ding!!—"

Bone spikes struck the sword net, producing a dense, rain-like clattering sound.

The moment the bone spurs touched the sword net, they were shredded by the sword energy threads, turning into bone dust that scattered everywhere.

But the purpose of withering the holy remains was not to harm the enemy.

Just as Huang Shaotian was dealing with the bone spur, its body blurred and transformed into a dark red streak of light, rushing towards the direction where Ru Feng and the others were!

Its goal, however, is to capture the last two human sacrifices from the crowd.

If it absorbs the essence of the two people and activates the last two stone pillars, it can regain its former complete power.

At that time, no matter how strong Huang Shaotian is, he will never be able to stop the fully revived withered holy remains!

"not good!"

Ru Feng's expression changed, a deep red blood moon appeared in front of him, and he activated the power of chaos at full force.

Han Tian roared and, disregarding his injuries, once again activated his Evil Dragon Bloodline, transforming into his true form as an Evil Dragon and standing in front of Ru Feng.

Yan Jinghong brandished his Ice Soul Longsword, its extremely cold sword energy poised to be unleashed.

However, one figure reacted faster than all of them.

"Want to go there? Did you ask me?"

Zi Ling's cold voice rang out. She had somehow already blocked the path of the withered holy remains, her hands forming a seal in front of her chest, and the shadow power around her was churning like a boiling pool of ink.

"Shadow Domain: Myriad Shadows Devour the Heavens!"

"Buzzing—"

A chilling flapping sound erupted from the shadows behind her.

The next moment, a dark mass of Shadow Zerg surged out of the shadows like a black torrent bursting its banks!

The sheer number of insects was so great that it blotted out the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a wall of insects hundreds of feet thick in front of Zi Ling.

The insect wall writhed and shifted, each Shadow Insect ready for battle, its mandibles opening and closing, its compound eyes locked on the approaching Withered Remains.

The withered remains continued their momentum, and with a swift grab of its right hand, five dark red withered claws tore through the air and fiercely struck the insect wall.

"Shoot-"

The hundreds of Shadow Zerg at the front were instantly reduced to ashes under the claw's power. The decaying force spread along the swarm, and wherever it passed, large numbers of Zerg bodies withered away.

But there are just too many Shadow Zerg!
As soon as the Zerg in the front line dies, the ones in the back line immediately take their place, one after another, without end.

Even more terrifying, the Zerg corpses killed by the Withering Force quickly rose again after falling into the shadows below and immediately rejoined the battle!
We fight to sustain the war, and the more we kill, the more we grow!

This is what makes the Shadow Zerg so terrifying: as long as the shadows remain, the Zerg will never die!
"Hiss-"

The Withered Remains let out an angry roar, and its hands struck out in rapid succession, sending dark red Withered palm prints crashing into the swarm of insects. Each strike could kill thousands of Shadow Insects.

However, the thickness of the insect wall did not decrease; instead, it became thicker and thicker under Zi Ling's control.

In just a few breaths, the thickness of the insect wall had increased from one hundred feet to two hundred feet, and it was still increasing. Every attack from the Withered Sacred Remains was like a stone sinking into the sea; although it could kill a large number of insects, it could not break through this barrier built by countless lives.

"So...so awesome!"

Han Tian was dumbfounded. He knew Zi Ling was strong, but he didn't expect her to be this strong.

To control such a massive swarm of insects single-handedly and remain steadfast amidst the onslaught of the Withered Holy Remains—this level of strength likely surpasses that of an ordinary peak-level deity.

"Aunt Ziling's Shadow Zerg are best at attrition warfare."

Ru Feng's eyes also gleamed with a sharp light. Huang Shaotian and Ru Feng were already so powerful, so how powerful must her father be?

Even so, it ultimately fell to the hands of the Tribunal.

Become stronger!

I must become stronger!

"Do you think I don't exist? You old monster, prepare to die!"

Just then, Huang Shaotian's voice came from behind, followed by a golden sword light that tore through the sky and slashed fiercely toward the back of the withered holy remains.

The withered remains had no choice but to turn around and defend, clasping their hands together in front of them to catch the incoming sword.

"clang!!!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal shook the entire square.

Huang Shaotian's sword strike had been brewing for a long time, and its immense power sent the withered holy remains flying hundreds of feet away, crashing heavily into a stone pillar.

"Click..."

Countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the stone pillar, and dark red liquid gushed out from the cracks.

The withered remains slid off the stone pillar and looked down at its chest—where a deep, bone-revealing sword wound had almost cleaved it in two, and the golden sword energy at the wound was like a bone-deep abscess, constantly eroding its body.

“Y'AI'NG'NGAH! YOG-SOTHOTH!! (Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!)”

It let out a furious roar, and the dark red decaying power around it erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The withering dust of the entire square frantically converged on it, condensing behind it into a phantom of a withering demon god hundreds of feet tall.

The phantom had three heads and six arms, each head with a ferocious expression, and its six arms respectively held a bone knife, a bone sword, a bone spear, a bone whip, a bone shield, and a bone bell, radiating a terrifying pressure that suppressed heaven and earth.

"The Withering Demon God! It's going all out!"

The tentacle monster cried out in Ru Feng's mind, "Master, be careful! This is the desperate killing move of the Withering Holy Remains. Once it is used, the area within a hundred miles will be turned into a withering wasteland, and all living beings will be drained of their life force!"

Huang Shaotian's expression also turned serious. He gripped the sword with both hands, and the nine gems on the Nine Fallen Divine Sword simultaneously shone with dazzling light.

The power of nine laws converged on his sword, ultimately transforming into a supreme sword intent with unparalleled sharpness.

"Nine Fallen Ones! Peerless Sword God!"

He let out a low shout and slashed out with his sword.

hum!
The void trembled violently. Wherever the sword light passed, space was neatly sliced ​​open like a piece of cloth, revealing the pitch-black void behind it.

The phantom of the Withering Demon God moved all six arms simultaneously, with bone knives, bone swords, bone spears, bone whips, bone shields, and bone bells all blasting towards the sword light.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!"

A devastating explosion erupted in the center of the square.

The moment the sword light collided with the phantom of the demon god, the blinding light caused everyone to be temporarily blinded, and the terrifying shockwave lifted the plaza ground several feet, causing the twelve surrounding stone pillars to shake violently, their surfaces covered with cracks.

"puff--"

Huang Shaotian spat out a mouthful of blood, flying hundreds of feet backward before crashing heavily into the ground, carving out a trench tens of feet long.

The Nine Fallen Divine Sword in his hand was dim, and a tiny crack had even appeared on its blade.

The phantom of the Withering Demon God shattered under this sword strike, turning back into a sky full of withering dust.

The withered remains were in an even more miserable state. The sword wound on its chest almost cleaved it in two, and its left arm was severed at the shoulder, with only a thin strip of skin connecting it. Dark red blood gushed from the wound like a fountain.

In this confrontation, Huang Shaotian clearly had the upper hand.

However, the aura of the withered holy remains became even more violent.

Those blood-red eyes were fixed on Huang Shaotian, filled with resentment and madness.

“Y'golonac……V'ythorra……K'yarnak……B'nah!” (White flowers…bloom…white bones…burial!)

With its remaining right hand, it formed an extremely complex hand seal in front of its chest, and uttered ancient and eerie incantations.

As the incantation was chanted, its body began to radiate a grayish-white light.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded—

A flower suddenly grew on Huang Shaotian's body.

A grayish-white flower, resembling a lily, yet possessing an eerie beauty.

The flower grew from the wound on his shoulder, its roots penetrating deep into his flesh and blood, nourished by his life force, and quickly grew and bloomed.

"What's this?!"

Huang Shaotian's expression changed drastically. He felt that his blood, energy, and even the essence of his life were being frantically drained by that flower.

He tried to pull it out, but the flower's roots had grown into his flesh and blood, and the slightest movement brought excruciating pain.

And this is just the beginning.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

More and more grayish-white flowers grew on his body—shoulders, chest, arms, thighs…

In the blink of an eye, he was almost completely covered by gray and white flowers, looking like a human-shaped flowering tree.

"Oh no! It's the Oracle of Withering, the Burial of Bones and Flowers!"

The tentacle monster's voice screamed in Ru Feng's mind: "It burned its source and activated the ultimate curse of the Withering Court! Any living being corrupted by the Withering Dust will have a 'White Bone Flower Seed' planted in its body. Once the curse is activated, the flower seed will take root and sprout, using the host's blood and qi as nourishment, and bloom into a 'Withering White Bone Flower'!"

"When the Bone Flower is completely stained red, fully blooms and then withers, the host's life will come to an end!"

The next moment, gray-white flowers began to grow on the bodies of Zi Ling, Ru Feng, Yan Jinghong, Han Tian, ​​and even the heavily injured Hua Feng.

"Ugh!!!"

Hua Feng let out a shrill scream. He had already lost too much blood, and now the White Bone Flower was frantically draining his blood and energy. His whole body was visibly shriveling up, his skin clinging to his bones, like a skeleton.

Yan Jinghong and Han Tian also gritted their teeth and persevered, frantically circulating their Ice Soul Power and Evil Dragon Bloodline in an attempt to suppress the growth of the White Bone Flower within their bodies, but with little success.

Those white flowers are like a persistent infection; once planted, they cannot be eradicated, and one can only watch helplessly as they slowly drain away one's life.

The situation is slightly better for Rufeng, as the power of chaos has some resistance to the law of decay, and the growth rate of the White Bone Flower is slightly slower.

But she could clearly feel her life force rapidly draining away; at this rate, she would be completely drained in a quarter of an hour at most… (End of Chapter)