I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 586 The Great Emperor of Dongyue Appears, The Great Emperor of Dongyue Exits.
"You have offended the majesty of Heaven; your crime deserves death!"

"However, I have descended to earth with heavenly troops, intending to reunify the world. This is the time to utilize talent."

"If you sincerely repent and become my vanguard, fighting for me in the world, I will be generous and reward you handsomely, making you second only to me."

"Those who achieve unparalleled military exploits will be granted the opportunity to transcend and enjoy the eternal path!"

"otherwise."

"Send them to the eighteenth level of hell, where they will suffer the scorching heat of the red lotus karmic fire day and night, tormenting their souls and hearts for eternity!"

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak swept his eyes across the battlefield, which had been in a brief standstill. His gaze paused briefly on the lifeless corpses of the three Yama Kings before finally settling on Lu Wenwu.

The two sides just collided.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak knew this.

Even if he acted hastily, and even though he was still seriously injured and had not yet recovered, his attack was not so easy to withstand.

This person is likely to be quite troublesome, no less so than the Dao-Merging Immortal Venerable of the Celestial Court in ancient times.

Moreover, they are top-tier combatants who are not far from the Supreme Realm.

While the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak was making his harsh remarks, Lu Wenwu was also silently observing him.

[Emperor of the Eastern Peak (Quasi-Immortal)]: 680 billion / 2100 billion

[Cultivation Level]: Half-step Supreme
[Current Status]: Severely injured, original essence damaged, soul damaged, authority over the underworld, control of the world, fusion of laws, reincarnation law.

[Analysis]: He was severely injured in the battle with the Celestial Court in the past, and his original source was seriously damaged. After being sealed, he secretly created the Devouring Spirit Law and used the spirituality of all living beings to heal himself in an attempt to return to his peak. However, due to the long duration of the Dharma-ending Age, the effect was not good. Now, in order to save his subordinates, he forcibly broke the seal and his injuries have worsened.

Lu Wenwu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the excitement on his face subsided somewhat.

Undoubtedly, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak is very strong.

He has already surpassed the third stage of the Ascension to Godhood and reached a terrifying level of cultivation on the verge of entering the Immortal Realm.

This was undoubtedly the strongest person Lu Wenwu had actually seen in recent years, someone who had already touched upon the realm of eternity and immortality.

However, that is the most ideal state.

The current Emperor of Dongyue may not actually be that strong in actual combat.

Millions of years of recuperation have reduced his health to only a quarter of what it was at its peak.

This is definitely a severe blow.

Given his chronic illness, it's highly questionable how much combat power the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, who has already stepped into the realm of immortals, can actually unleash.

The majestic Buddha statue stands tall in Fengdu, reaching to the heavens and standing firm on the earth.

Amidst the howling winds, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak continuously unleashed an incomparably magnificent and powerful aura, as if announcing his return to the world and declaring that this vast underworld once again possessed its own master.

If it were someone else, they would probably be intimidated by his imposing presence.

But in Lu Wenwu's view, this had a hint of trying to hide something.

It's like a paper tiger that breaks at the slightest touch.

The feeling from exchanging a move with him earlier was very clear.

Strong?

Strong.

But it wasn't as overwhelmingly powerful as I had imagined.

Moreover, if this being before him is truly at his peak, why would he need to waste words trying to recruit him?
If the Great Emperor of Dongyue at his peak were to slap him, even if he, Xiaobao, Maomao, and the skeletal Gris joined forces, they might not be able to withstand a single blow.

Quasi-Immortal, that's almost equivalent to a great world!
The entire world was pressing down on him with all its might; Lu Wenwu had already experienced that immense pressure once before in the previous instance.

It's really not good.

Can the Great Emperor of Dongyue, in his severely injured state, unleash power equivalent to that of the world?

It probably won't work if you don't risk your life and don't want to pay the price.

in this way
Let's deal with the person in front of us first, and then discuss other things!
Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu turned to look at the inherently evil old ghost, Gris, who was standing to the side.

The black crystal skull's eyes flickered with the fire of its soul, and it looked in his direction as well.

“Muscular barbarians, let’s team up and take down this arrogant, paper tiger native. Then we can each rely on our own abilities, how about it?” Gris said with a sinister grin.

Lu Wenwu chuckled lightly: "Just what I wanted."

The two of them made no attempt to hide their actions from anyone, and they sang in unison.

The unvarnished and straightforward words clearly reached the ears of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak.

In an instant, his face darkened, almost to the point of being dripping with water.

"good very good!"

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak was extremely angry, and his jet-black, lustrous hair and beard began to turn grayish-white, moving on their own even without wind.

It's like an angry lion with its mane and beard bristling.

A sudden gust of cold wind rose outside Fengdu Ghost City, and blood-brown clouds condensed and pressed down, causing the dragon pillars of the city tower to creak.

"You audacious madman, prepare to die!"

Amidst the roar, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak merged with his own Dharma form, his aura surged dramatically, and his overwhelming killing intent engulfed the entire world.

The Emperor Sword in his hand sliced ​​through layers of space, and the deathly fog, which resembled miasma, was condensed layer by layer by the sword intent, transforming into a towering sword light that slashed down.

"Fortunately, it's purer than I expected."

Lu Wenwu grinned maliciously, his body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a giant ten thousand feet tall, with a sea of ​​blood stretching across the sky behind him.

"I'm already getting excited!"

Crimson blood spiraled around his fist, thick dragon scales sliced ​​through the viscous miasma, and Lu Wenwu's fist, with its protruding knuckles, was enveloped in crimson fist energy, which shattered the overwhelming sword intent unleashed by the Eastern Peak Emperor.

The dense fog of death, which had transformed into sword light, disintegrated instantly, exploding into a mushroom-shaped shock cloud in the blood-red world.

Amidst the shimmering mist, a ghostly blue flame of soul fire rose from the empty eye sockets of the black crystal skull, its slender figure appearing and disappearing, the fine joints clashing and making a rustling sound like worms gnawing at it.

"You only fight muscle-bound brutes, and you look down on me?"

While the two were fighting, Gris rushed to the front of the Eastern Peak Emperor, his left hand wrapped with half of a Soul Binding Chain that he had picked up at some point, and the Black Crystal Shield was fixed to his forearm.

Where the three-foot-long black crystal sword in his right hand slashed, the deathly aura, which had been condensed to the extreme, erupted, and countless tiny gray ice crystal fragments condensed in the air due to the extreme cold.

That was the aftershock of the previously exploded sword intent that had been frozen!
"When did you arrive? So quickly!"

Seeing that the opponent's sword intent was already in front of him, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak was shocked. His Dharma body staggered backward and burst out with protective divine light.

Unlike ordinary sword cultivators who injure people with sword light and sword intent.

Gris's black crystal skeleton body also followed the path of body refinement, but it was not as fierce as Lu Wenwu's.

Even so, its power was still astonishing.

The sword intent and sword light were contained, and the black crystal longsword itself slashed down fiercely, easily cutting the protective divine light in two as if a hot knife were cutting butter.

Then, the unstoppable sword momentum continued unabated, heading towards the head of the Eastern Peak Emperor.

"Bold traitor!"

Seeing that there was no way to dodge, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak suddenly lowered his body, and countless Dao patterns burst forth from the top of his head, turning into chains that intertwined to form a sluggish force field like a quagmire.

"Keng!"

A deafening roar erupted as metal clashed, and a dark golden meteor shot out from the point of impact. The dragon-patterned crown, severed by Gris's sword, fell into the moat, the black water it stirred up overflowing onto the bleeding forehead of the Eastern Peak Emperor.

Without the constraints of the crown, although he was still hidden within the Dharma image, he could not hide his disheveled appearance.

A dark, bloody mark severed half of his left eyebrow and even a tuft of hair.

Perhaps Gris's sword strike was almost entirely unharmed because the Emperor's crown had unleashed its final defense before it was about to break down.

But it's extremely insulting.

When will a great emperor be disheveled and utterly devoid of dignity?

When you find yourself in a dangerous situation, in a sorry state!
"I swear to kill you!"

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak had eyes that were about to burst, and his mottled black-gray hair had lost all its color. The imperial seal in his hand shone brightly.

A dense crimson light erupted, and his flesh visibly began to dry up, yet the aura emanating from his body grew ever stronger.

The sheer force of the burst of energy was comparable to manipulating the laws of wind to create a storm. Countless Yin soldiers and martial saints from both races were blown about and were unable to continue fighting.

Enveloped by thick black fog, the entire world was suppressed by an invisible force, as if one were in a swamp, making it almost impossible to move.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak stepped out with his sword, instantly traversing layers of space and appearing behind Lu Wenwu, who was in pursuit.

He tried to stop them, but was forcibly pushed away by an irresistible force.

It's as if the heavens and earth have carved out a special domain for them, which no one else can enter.

"The use of ghost soldiers borrowing a path can be done like this?"

In just a moment, Lu Wenwu suddenly realized the truth, and his mastery of the laws of space became even more flexible.

By combining the powers of the space and the underworld, and narrowing the scope to allow only one person to pass through, it is possible to forcibly create a spatial passage that can blink and travel to its destination regardless of collision volume.

That's a really clever way to use it.

Lu Wenwu sighed inwardly, a hint of pity in his eyes.

Despite having virtually unlimited battery life, it has been forced into this predicament.
Is it because his fundamental injuries have continued to worsen, rendering him unable to unleash more powerful moves?
Or perhaps...
This desolate and empty underworld has lost its energy system for too long and can no longer serve as a core of power to support this intensity of battle.

"Your purity has decreased!"

Lu Wenwu grinned maliciously, letting out a low growl like a dragon and tiger fighting, and suddenly black flame patterns appeared on his muscular back.

The underworld shattered into a huge crater under his stomp, and he pressed forward against the boundless sword intent, unleashing the full power of the endless sea of ​​blood.

When the fist's energy tore through the clouds, it left behind countless scarlet afterimages, and the sword light that stretched from the sky to the earth shattered like rain.

Within each seemingly powerless droplet was the pure sword intent that Lu Wenwu had shattered.

Even a tiny bit of it would tear an ordinary martial saint apart from their body by the powerful aura it contains, leaving them with almost no way to resist.

The only way to counter it is through superior physical defense.

Once one's physical body is tempered to the level comparable to the artifacts of immortals and gods, ordinary techniques cannot leave even the slightest mark on it, and one will naturally be fearless in the face of any bloodshed.

As Lu Wenwu broke through the sword rain of the Eastern Peak Emperor, Gris emerged from the thick fog, and the Soul-Binding Chains covered by black crystals took the opportunity to entangle the Eastern Peak Emperor's arm.

The black crystal longsword, like a swimming dragon, thrust forward along the path the chains were attached to.

"You scoundrel! How dare you insult me!"

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak had wildly unruly hair and beard, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Even though his reaction was incredibly fast and he used magic to defend himself, Gris was, after all, someone who had also practiced swordsmanship, and his strength was not much less than that of Lu Wenwu in his normal state.

The overwhelming force traveled along the crystal-clear bones to the sword's body. The golden bell phantom formed by the interwoven Dao patterns and laws only slowed it down by half a point before shattering with no force left.

With a fierce sword intent sweeping across, most of the black robe sleeve embroidered with the sunrise over Mount Tai, along with the flesh and blood from the upper arm to the shoulder, was gone, exposing the grim white bones.

Blood splattered, and the already dwindling life force of the Eastern Peak Emperor plummeted once more.

Even though he tried his best to dodge, with one hand locked by the other party and a sword technique coming almost face to face, where could he possibly hide?
If it were in the ancient times when the immortal path was flourishing and the world was complete, he could easily suppress Gris with a single thought by manipulating the laws of reincarnation, let alone let the other party get close.

The world is now shattered, the Great Dao is incomplete, and the underworld and the mortal world have only just reconnected a short time ago.

Even something as powerful as the Law of Reincarnation cannot fully unleash its full potential.

A fallen phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken.

This is the drawback of conforming to the Tao.

When they're strong, they're truly strong; when they're weak, they're truly weak.

Those who construct and control their own laws, like Lu Wenwu and Gris, may be weaker in terms of endurance and power ceiling.

However, there will never be a situation where the heavens and earth shatter, causing one's own combat power to decrease significantly.

Great power originates from within; one's own strength is the only true measure of success.

"You brainless brute, kill him!"

Gris let out a series of mental shrieks, and after being temporarily repaired, the broken Soul-Binding Chains almost grew into his body.

Now, the other end is deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the Eastern Peak Emperor, completely binding it to itself.

"You want me to do things with you, you inherently evil old devil Gris?"

Lu Wenwu naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass him by. Flames and lightning intertwined on his left hand, while a raging sun rose from his right fist, his entire body flashing with tiny black and red lightning.

Behind him, the Wheel of Merit spun above the endless sea of ​​blood, and the seventh Heavenly Gate had opened a crack, frantically unleashing physical power that could be described as astonishing.

"Take this punch!"

Thunder and flames merged, and Lu Wenwu roared as he punched the old wound that had been torn open in the chest and abdomen of the Eastern Peak Emperor.

The violent power instantly destroyed all the defenses on his body. The fist, forged by the laws, completely injected the power of annihilation into his soul. The temporarily repaired Soul-Binding Chains were instantly shattered into dust by the slight impact.

Without any pressure, Lu Wenwu unleashed a strike that was almost at the peak of his self-control, with almost no power leaking out and being completely slammed into his opponent's body.

The body of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak crashed into Fengdu, and only then was its terrifying, world-destroying power released.

The tattered banner bearing the character "Ghost" fluttered and swayed in the gale, its roar briefly silencing the heavens and earth.

Fengdu Ghost City has collapsed!

Amidst the ruins, the Imperial Seal emitted bursts of red light, attempting to repair the broken and aged body.

Although it doesn't look serious on the surface, with many crisscrossing cracks and charring, the inside has actually been almost shattered by Lu Wenwu's punch.

If it weren't for his powerful cultivation and the blessing of the authority of heaven and earth, he might have already been blown to pieces into a pile of rotten flesh.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak's bloodied and mangled fingers trembled as if trying to outline some Dao patterns in the void.

But as a fist that seemed to blot out the sky loomed large in his vision, he seemed to realize something, and then lowered his hand that he was holding on, a bitter smile on his face.

In the end, we were still one step behind.

Even now, the hand that had been tightly gripping the seal representing the highest authority in the underworld slowly loosened, and the healing red light ceased to be released.

His fingers aged rapidly at an incredible pace from the moment they left the seal.

Then, it crumbled inch by inch.

The fist, burning with flames, fell, blasting away all sin and evil, and burying all past history.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak has fallen.

(End of this chapter)