The First Sage of Military Strategists

With a thought flashing through his mind, a clang rang out, and three flying swords behind Jian Wuhen were drawn from their sheaths.

"Heavenly Sword, Earthly Sword, Human Sword!"

"Sever the thought, sever the body, sever the soul!"

He silently shouted, and the three swords suddenly transformed into three streaks of light, piercing straight at Han Qing.

Han Qing's figure suddenly flickered, changing unpredictably in this area of ​​the sky. However, he discovered that these three swords were extremely unique. No matter how he changed his position, the three swords could lock onto his location from a distance.

Han Qing simply stopped, flipped his palm, and the Nine Extreme Thunder Pool appeared in his palm. Thunder surged within it, and suddenly nine thunder dragons flew out from it, dividing into three groups, and met the three flying swords respectively.

In an instant, the three flying swords and the nine thunder dragons collided one after another. The nine thunder dragons twisted and collapsed one after another, turning into wisps of lightning that flowed back into the Nine Extreme Thunder Pool.

The three longswords, having withstood the single heavy blow, lost power and flew back into Jian Wuhen's hand in a swirling motion.

Jian Wuhen frowned. He hadn't expected Han Qing to possess a mid-level Nine Extreme Thunder Pool, with an inexhaustible thunder dragon. If he couldn't break through it, he might be worn down to death.

To break this barrier, one would need either a secret technique of devouring, capable of absorbing the thunderous power of the thunder dragon the moment it is destroyed, thus causing the power of the thunder pool to continuously weaken until it eventually collapses completely.

It can either destroy the Thunder Pool with an astonishing burst of power in an instant, but this is extremely difficult. Looking at the Upper Realm, there are very few who can do this. Only top experts like the leader of the Myriad Paths Alliance have a chance.

Of course, there's one last thing: find a way to create an opportunity to snatch the Nine Extreme Thunder Pool from Han Qing's hands.

Jian Wuhen's mind raced, and he decided to make a move to seize the opportunity.

He suddenly reached out and pressed several points on his body. With a series of crackling sounds, acupoints in his body burst open, and with each burst, his power increased dramatically.

This scene once again broadened Han Qing's horizons. This was another secret technique unique to the Upper Realm, similar to a forbidden art, which pushed the power of the acupoints to the extreme, even at the cost of harming one's own body.

Without hesitation, Han Qing immediately activated the Nine Extremes Thunder Pool and summoned a series of thunder dragons to bombard Jian Wuhen from a distance.

Jian Wuhen's figure flashed, throwing punches in succession. Each punch unleashed extremely terrifying power. Bang bang bang, accompanied by a series of muffled sounds, the lightning dragons were suddenly blasted apart in mid-air.

Han Qing immediately changed his tactics, activating his three supreme treasures with all his might. First was the Boundless Monument, and a majestic and solid ancient city phantom suddenly descended, instantly enveloping this area and encompassing Jian Wuhen within it.

Immediately afterwards, the power of the Great Void spread out, turning this entire world into a dark and gloomy space.

Finally, there was the Primordial Ancient Seal. Golden runes flew out from the stele, suddenly weaving into a large net that enveloped Jian Wuhen.

These three seals, plus the seal of Martial Dao True Intent, make a total of four seals, which, in their multiple layers, unleashed an astonishing suppressive force, directly freezing Jian Wuhen in mid-air.

Han Qing suddenly let out a low shout, fully activating the Nine Extremes Thunder Pool: "Die!"

Rumble!
In an instant, all the lightning within the Nine Extremes Thunder Pool surged forth, instantly condensing into thousands of thunder dragons. These thunder dragons, from top to bottom, surged down like ocean waves, carrying overwhelming power, heading straight for Jian Wuhen.

This move is extremely destructive; it is the strongest attack that the Nine Extremes Thunder Pool can unleash.

That day, Silver Emperor almost killed him with this move.

At this moment, the thousand thunder dragons he unleashed with all his might were far more terrifying than the thunder dragons summoned by the Silver Emperor that day. The Demon Ancestor, watching from a distance, was horrified. A single thunder dragon was enough to make him tremble with fear, but the sight of thousands of thunder dragons soaring about filled him with a sense of dread that was hard to control.

He understood that this was his ability to avoid danger and seek good fortune reminding him to run away quickly; if these thousand thunder dragons rushed over, he would have no hope of survival whatsoever.

"Has Han Qing's strength actually reached this level? Who in this world can still subdue him?"

The Nine Yin Great Sage also had a solemn expression, secretly rejoicing that he had fortunately pledged allegiance to Jian Wuhen, and that Jian Wuhen had stopped him from acting impulsively. Otherwise, if he had rushed over, he would probably have been reduced to ashes by now.

At this moment, Jian Wuhen, who was under heavy seals, no longer felt any contempt when he saw this scene. In that instant, he truly felt the crisis of life and death.

His body was heavily restrained and he could not dodge, so he could only watch helplessly as thousands of thunder dragons rushed towards him.

He was certain that if he were to be struck head-on by thousands of thunder dragons, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

In this critical moment, Jian Wuhen dared not hesitate. He reached out and pressed his hand against his own body several times. With a series of muffled thuds, he destroyed one acupoint after another.

If he had destroyed 10% of the acupoints before, now he has destroyed 30%, which is the limit that this forbidden technique can achieve.

Each time an acupoint is destroyed, his physical strength will increase dramatically, but the price is that once this power is exhausted, his strength will decline, requiring a large amount of rare and precious materials and a long period of time to recover.

At this moment, Jian Wuhen's strength reached a new peak. He suddenly clasped his hands together and uttered a series of solemn low chants.

Just as the thunder dragon surged near, Jian Wuhen suddenly let out a loud shout.

"Eight Desolate Gods!"

"open!"

boom!
Jian Wuhen's body trembled, and his physique underwent a sudden and violent change, rapidly rising and then colliding, his flesh and blood still transforming.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a strange god with three heads, eight arms, and bronze skin.

"Eight Desolate Heavens, block them for me!"

Jian Wuhen's face was ferocious, and he let out a deafening roar. His eight arms were like a wheel, and he pushed them out in all directions at the same time, creating a "divine domain" around his body. Countless phantoms appeared and worshipped him.

Rumble!
In the next instant, he was swallowed up by thousands of thunder dragons, and silver light flashed everywhere in the world, and thunder rumbled everywhere.

One by one, the thunder dragons shattered, transforming into countless electric snakes that darted about in the sky, before converging on the Nine Extreme Thunder Pool.

The entire process lasted for three breaths. When the last lightning dragon shattered and dissipated, Jian Wuhen's figure emerged from the surging endless lightning.

He looked extremely disheveled at this moment. His body still maintained the appearance of the Eight Desolate Gods, but he no longer had any divine majesty. Five of his eight arms were broken, and dense cracks could be seen spreading across his body, as if he was about to collapse at any moment.

The Demon Ancestor and the Nine Yin Great Sage were terrified at the sight. Jian Wuhen was injured like this. If this continued, wouldn't he die at Han Qing's hands?
With Jian Wuhen dead, the two of them are also doomed.

With a thought flashing through his mind, the Demon Ancestor leaped forward, using his flying technique to escape from Heavenly Wolf City. (End of Chapter)