Let this decrepit old body take you all to the grave

"Now is the time! Nine Tribulations of the War God—Saint Slaughter!"

Xiao Ruobai's war halberd erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant golden light, thrusting straight at the opening on Ku Xuan's chest exposed by his suppressed domain!

"Chaos Returns to Ruin!"

Fang Hanyu waved his sword fingers, and a hazy gray sword qi silently sliced toward the meridian node where Ku Xuan's Saint power circulated the most sluggishly!

"Dao Severing!"

Ling Xi brought her fingers together like a sword. A devouring finger wind, condensed to the extreme, arrived first despite being launched later, striking at the weakest point of the connection between Ku Xuan's divine soul and his Saint Domain!

"No!!!"

Ku Xuan let out a roar of mingled shock and fury. He wanted to block, wanted to dodge, but his entire body felt as if it were encased in an invisible quagmire. His movements were as slow as a snail, and mobilizing his Saint power was incredibly difficult!

He could only watch helplessly as those three fatal attacks, with inconceivable angles and timing, bombarded the most agonizing and defenseless spots on his body with absolute precision!

Boom! Snikt! Pfft—!

The golden halberd light tore through his protective death aura, the chaos sword qi annihilated the laws he tried to condense, and the devouring finger wind directly inflicted heavy damage on the connection between his Saint Soul and his domain!

Ku Xuan was struck by a heavy blow. His shriveled body flew backward like a broken sack. What spewed from his mouth was no longer ordinary blood, but gray blood containing his source Saint power!

The death aura around him rapidly dissipated, and that terrifying domain of annihilation crumbled inch by inch like shattered glass!

He crashed heavily onto the ground, his aura instantly withering to the extreme. His eyes were filled with disbelief, humiliation, and monstrous anger!

"Pfft—!"

He spat out another mouthful of lifeblood Saint blood, raised his head, and stared fixedly at Xiao Ruobai and the other two who were slowly approaching. His voice was hoarse and distorted, full of grievance and breakdown:

"What... what the hell is this?! Suppressing my domain... You... you aren't fighting... you're bullying me! Shameless! Despicable!"

Having lived for thousands of years and experienced countless great battles, he had never felt so aggrieved as he did today!

Despite possessing a realm of Saint power far exceeding his opponents, he was suppressed into a wooden dummy by a completely incomprehensible method, left with no choice but to passively take a beating!

This was worse than killing him!

The spectators were dumbfounded.

In the distance, all the cultivators who witnessed this scene were completely stupefied.

They only saw that Saint Ku Xuan originally had the upper hand, aggressively launching a sure-kill strike, and then...

And then he suddenly stiffened as if hit by an immobilization spell, followed by being effortlessly heavily injured and sent flying by those three young people. And now he was actually lying on the ground, cursing furiously in exasperation?

"What... what happened? How did that old Saint suddenly fail?"

"I didn't see clearly! It just felt like he suddenly became very clumsy, and then he got hit..."

"What is he cursing about? Bullying? Who is bullying who? He, a Saint, was beaten like this by three Devas, and he's cursing them for bullying him?"

"Could this old Saint... be too old, and while fighting... suddenly went crazy?"

A cultivator guessed cautiously, his face written with sympathy and incredulity.

The bewildered onlookers completely failed to understand Lord Ku Xuan's grievance and anger originating from the depths of his soul.

They only saw the result—an arrogant and imperious Saint, easily and heavily injured by three young people in a seemingly bizarre manner, who was now breaking down and cursing loudly.

On the peak of a nearby mountain shrouded by a natural cloud and mist array, the figure of the First Patriarch almost blended with the rocks, his aura concealed like a stubborn stone.

His gaze was like lightning, piercing through the void, taking in the entire battle situation in the valley.

His face, which usually bore a somewhat fiery temper, was now full of astonishment and... a trace of admiration that was hard to conceal but had to be forcefully suppressed, making his expression look a bit strange from holding it in.

"Well fought!"

He cheered silently in his heart. A sharp glint flashed in his bell-like eyes, and he silently pumped his clenched fist in the air, as if he couldn't wait to personally enter the field to cheer them on.

"Motherfucker... these three little brats... they truly are reincarnated monsters! To force a Saint into such exasperation, a collapsed Dao Heart, and cursing on the ground while only at the Deva Realm...

I've lived for so many years, and it's my fucking first time seeing this! These disciples Changge took in... really are... really are..."

He repeated "really are" for a long time, seemingly trying to find a word to describe it, but failed.

Then, as if remembering something, his powerful Saint King divine sense swept silently across the entire area again like an invisible net, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"That kid Xuanyangzi said that bastard Wanshan must be hiding nearby to protect them... He sure can fucking hide! I've swept my Saint King Realm divine sense several times and still haven't rooted him out!"

"Hmph... but I did sweep up a few sneaky, suspicious-looking rats hiding their tails..."

A fierce look flashed through his eyes. He forcefully suppressed the urge to strike immediately, took a deep breath, and patiently continued to hide.

"Just wait... all of you just wait... see if I don't beat the shit out of you!"

At the edge of the valley, in an inconspicuous corner.

Shi Wanshan was currently operating his breath-concealing cultivation method with all his might. His entire person seemed to have become part of the mountain rocks; his aura, karma, and even his presence were concealed to the absolute limit.

Even the First Patriarch at the Saint King Realm found it difficult to detect him easily. He stared wide-eyed at the battlefield, a stormy sea already surging in his heart.

"Strong! Too strong! Eldest Martial Nephew's War God Physique is overbearing! Martial Nephew Fang's Chaos Sword Intent is tricky! Martial Nephew Ling's Devouring Power is bizarre! And their coordination is absolutely flawless!!"

Watching Lord Ku Xuan being heavily injured by the joint efforts of the three and cursing out of grievance, he was so excited that he almost couldn't resist slapping his thigh and cheering.

Suddenly, that absurd thought of "taking Gu Changge as a master" grew wildly out of control from the bottom of his heart again, like the most stubborn weed. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he couldn't push it down or drive it away.

At this time, Xiao Ruobai and the other two ignored Ku Xuan's curses. With icy eyes, they pressed forward step by step.

Take his life while he's weak!

Ku Xuan watched the three approaching, especially the faint, bizarre domain fluctuations around them that he hated to the bone. He was so furious that he spat out another mouthful of lifeblood Saint blood, dyeing the ground in front of him red.

He half-knelt on the ground, his aura withered to the extreme. However, in those turbid eyes, there was no despair; instead, a near-mad resentment and resolve ignited!

Unwilling! This old man is unwilling!

A voice roared madly in the bottom of his heart, filled with unspeakable humiliation and monstrous hatred!

On what grounds?!

I am a dignified Saint King Realm expert, yet today I am defeated by three juniors in the Deva Realm?! Beaten so miserably by them, spilling Saint blood, and losing all face!

He was previously in the Saint King Realm, and only because his vitality had decayed did his cultivation slip to the early stage of the Saint Realm, but he was still a true Saint!

Under the Saint Realm, all are ants—this was an unalterable iron law throughout the ages!

But today, this iron law was broken, and it was forcibly broken by three ridiculously young juniors in front of countless people!

Those discussions drifting faintly from afar—carrying shock, pity, and even schadenfreude—were like countless steel needles piercing viciously into his ears, puncturing the pride and dignity he had maintained for thousands of years!

Ku Xuan's sanity was completely reduced to ash within the flames of his jealousy and hatred, and his final shred of hesitation and deliberation vanished into nothingness!

Since the Heavenly Dao bestowed such monstrous talent upon you, yet allowed this old man to cross your path right before his death...

Then it must be the will of Heaven for this old man to act on its behalf and thoroughly eradicate you future titans right here and now!

Let your talents, your phenomena, and your very lives be buried alongside this old man's decaying corpse!