Nine Palms Overwhelm the Demon Buddha, Celestial Sovereign's Sword Devours the Seed of Desire

The New Emperor Sword had long been unable to restrain itself.

The black-robed youth transformed into its true form, a black-gold longsword, its blade carrying an eerie excitement as it stabbed viciously into the center of the lightning sea.

The third layer of the desire shell needed to be devoured by a strange artifact.

The New Emperor Sword bit into the core outer shell.

Yes.

It was not stabbing.

It was truly biting.

A black mouthpiece cracked open on the blade, frantically devouring the desire shell.

"Delicious!"

"So delicious!"

"A bit spicy!"

"A bit intoxicating!"

"Tyrant, I think I see ten thousand pretty female swords waving at me!"

Wang Hao's face darkened.

"That's the sea of desire polluting you."

The New Emperor Sword's voice drifted.

"But they're calling me Brother Sword."

Wang Hao said coldly, "If you get polluted any further, I'll go back and get you a rusty hoe for a wife."

The New Emperor Sword instantly sobered up.

"I'll eat! I'll eat seriously!"

Everyone: "..."

What kind of bizarre sword-taming technique was this?

The Desire Sea Maitreya was completely enraged.

The ten-thousand-foot Buddha shadow ignored its injuries, its thousand arms pressing down on everyone at once.

It wanted to forcibly protect the core.

The surrounding sea of desire whipped up ten-thousand-foot giant waves.

Those giant waves were full of faces.

Greedy.

Resentful.

Pleading.

Crazy.

Countless desires condensed into the third trump card.

"The Third Tribulation."

"Separation from Loved Ones."

The Demonic Buddha's voice was extremely low.

In an instant, the figure of the person they least wanted to lose appeared beside everyone.

This time, it wasn't an illusion bubble.

It wasn't a distant temptation.

It was pressed directly against their hearts.

Xiao Chen saw his master grab his blade.

"Chen'er, stop killing."

Ye Guyun saw the woman in the lake hug his waist.

"Stay."

Qin Hongye saw her grandfather standing at the edge of the battlefield, covered in blood.

"Stop fighting."

Wanyan Gu saw his mother holding a beast bone, scolding him for breaking his arm again.

Wanyan Gu's eyes immediately reddened.

"Mother..."

Even Chu Tianque froze.

He saw his sect's junior sister standing in the blood and fire, still looking the same as back then.

"Senior Brother, aren't you tired?"

Chu Tianque's sword-holding hand trembled for the first time.

Separation from Loved Ones.

More poisonous than not getting what you want.

More ruthless than encountering those you resent.

It didn't force you to chase desires.

It only made you reluctant to let go.

Reluctant to let go of family.

Reluctant to let go of lovers.

Reluctant to let go of old friends.

Reluctant to let go of the self that hadn't yet been submerged in the sea of blood.

Wang Hao saw it too.

A figure appeared in front of him.

Not parents.

Not a lover.

Not an old friend.

But another him.

A Wang Hao sitting on the dragon throne, tired but calm.

That Wang Hao said to him:

"Enough."

"You've done enough."

"Take a rest."

"Stop calculating."

"Stop killing."

"Stop pushing yourself."

Wang Hao remained silent for a moment.

Then he raised his hand and slapped that version of himself to pieces.

"Of all the people to pretend to be, you pretend to be me?"

"Would I advise myself to rest?"

"I would only advise myself to work overtime."

"Being an emperor is a joy to me, I just like it."

The desire shadow shattered.

Wang Hao's eyes were cold.

"Listen up, everyone."

"What you see isn't them."

"It's the sea of desire using their faces to make you die."

"The people who truly care about you wouldn't tell you to drop your weapons at a time like this."

His voice suddenly rose.

"They would only tell you to—"

"Hack these animals to death!"

Xiao Chen's whole body jolted.

He looked at his master's illusion.

The illusion was still gently advising him.

But the image of his true master before his death suddenly appeared before Xiao Chen's eyes.

Covered in blood, yet shoving a sword into his hand.

"Live on."

"Slay evil."

Xiao Chen's eyes hardened.

The blade turned.

"Master wouldn't stop me."

A single sword strike shattered the illusion.

Ye Guyun closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the blade light was like the moon.

"Neither would she."

Qin Hongye's spear shook.

"My grandfather would only scold me for being slow with my spear."

Wanyan Gu was crying so hard that snot was almost coming out of his nose, but he still smashed his mother's illusion with his axe.

"If my mother really saw me acting cowardly, she'd beat me to death first!"

Chu Tianque was the slowest.

His junior sister reached out and stroked his bloodstained clothes.

"Senior Brother, you really are tired."

Chu Tianque's eyes were red.

"Yes."

"Very tired."

He gripped his sword.

"So I have to kill them all."

The Blood Clothed Three Swords, the second sword.

"Slay old friends."

The sword light fell.

The illusion dissipated.

Chu Tianque's half-white long hair completely loosened, but his aura surged again.

Wang Hao looked at the core meat lotus.

The New Emperor Sword had already gnawed through half of the third layer of the desire shell.

But the Demonic Buddha's thousand arms were about to press down.

It was too late.

Wang Hao took a deep breath.

The qi mechanism of the ninth palm of the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm began to condense.

He shouldn't have used this palm now.

Forcefully striking the ninth palm at the peak of the Skysoaring Realm would overdraw him immensely.

But at this moment, there was no choice.

Wang Hao's eyes were dark and cold.

"Want to see who cares less about their life?"

"I don't usually like this kind of rough work."

"But you forced me."

The black-gold emperor qi soared into the sky.

The Blissful Purgatory began to tremble.

The ninth palm.

Was about to be unleashed.

The moment the ninth palm of the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm condensed, the Blissful Purgatory seemed to be gripped by a giant invisible hand.

The sea of desire stopped churning.

The lightning suspended in mid-air.

The Thousand-Armed Demonic Buddha's movements also slowed half a beat.

It wasn't the forced stagnation of the Desire-Suppressing Emperor Talisman.

But a more overbearing oppression.

The sky was going to collapse.

The earth was going to overturn.

All things should kneel.

This was the phenomenon of the final palm of the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm.

The first eight palms, imprisoned heaven, suppressed earth, crushed mountains and rivers, shattered the void.

The ninth palm, however, folded all the palm momentum of the first eight palms into one.

Truly achieving one palm fall, heaven and earth overturn.

Wang Hao was only at the peak of the Skysoaring Realm.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be able to withstand the backlash of such a martial skill at all.

But he still condensed it.

True essence surged wildly from his body, his muscles, bones, and meridians emitting faint cracking sounds.

His face visibly paled.

Xiao Chen saw this scene, his pupils shrinking.

It was the first time he saw the word "overdraw" on Wang Hao.

This dog emperor was usually too steady.

So steady that it seemed like he always had thirty-seven trump cards hidden.

So steady that it made people grind their teeth in hatred.

But at this moment, Wang Hao was truly risking his life.

Xiao Chen's heart suddenly felt a bit complicated.

He hated Wang Hao.

Hated his shamelessness, hated his calculations, hated him deducting performance points at the drop of a hat, hated him treating a group of heaven's chosen like livestock.

But he also had to admit.

This emperor never just pushed others forward to die.

When it really came down to life and death, he stood at the very front.

And he stood more ruthlessly than anyone else.

Wang Hao looked up at the ten-thousand-foot Demonic Buddha.

A thousand arms covered the sky.

The sea of desire was boundless.

In the core meat lotus, the New Emperor Sword was still frantically devouring the third layer of the desire shell.

Its blade was already covered in pink-black desire patterns.

The black-robed youth's voice was sometimes excited, sometimes crazed.

"Delicious..."

"No, it's poisonous..."

"Delicious..."

"Tyrant, I feel like I'm about to ascend!"

Wang Hao said coldly, "You can ascend, but you can't go crazy."

The New Emperor Sword gritted its teeth and said, "I'll try my best!"

Wang Hao said, "Not try your best, you must."

"If you go crazy, I'll melt you down and reforge you into a chamber pot."

The New Emperor Sword instantly grew furious.

"You're bullying a sword too much!"

Wang Hao said, "So you'd better win."

The New Emperor Sword fell silent for a breath.

Then a more ferocious devouring power erupted from the blade.

"Damn it, hanging out with you is eight lifetimes of bad luck for a sword!"

"But a chamber pot is a no-go!"

"Absolutely not!"

It frantically tore and bit at the desire shell.

Desire Sea Maitreya sensed its core was in peril and went completely berserk.

The compassionate Buddha face of the ten-thousand-foot demonic Buddha cracked with bloody lines.

Its belly swelled, and fleshy lotuses squirmed.

Countless devoured remnant souls howled in agony within its body.

"All living beings suffer!"

"Enter my ultimate bliss!"

"Why do you resist?!"

Wang Hao sneered.

"Because your ultimate bliss doesn't come with after-sales service."

The demonic Buddha's thousand arms finally pressed down.

Every Buddha hand was comparable to a mountain.

With a thousand arms falling simultaneously, it was as if the sky was collapsing.

The expressions of the ten Sky Traversing Realm ancestors changed at the same time.

If this strike landed, everyone would be smashed into the sea of desire and become nourishment for the lotus throne.

Chu Tianque took a step forward.

He gripped his heavy sword tightly, the blood-red clothes on his body burning.

It wasn't fire.

It was his martial dao essence blood.

His half-step Martial God aura broke through its limits at this moment.

"Three Swords of the Blood Cloak."

"The Third Sword."

"Sacrifice My Body."

Xiao Chen's expression drastically changed.

"Senior Chu!"

Chu Tianque did not look back.

His voice was calm.

"Stop yelling."

"I am not dead yet."

Wang Hao glanced at him and said indifferently, "If you want to die, wait until you go back and finish writing the post-battle report."

Chu Tianque's mouth twitched.

"You really know how to ruin the mood."

Wang Hao said, "Being overly emotional gets people killed."

Chu Tianque actually chuckled.

"Makes sense."

The next moment, he slashed out with his sword.

A blood-red sword light shot into the sky, severing thirty-seven of the demonic Buddha's arms.

The Ren family's ancestor followed closely behind.

He held his purple-gold walking stick across his chest, his entire aura suddenly aging by ten years.

"Suppress Demons!"

A purple-gold dragon coiled out, blocking over a hundred Buddha hands.

The black hair of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace's Vice Palace Master instantly frosted over.

"Lunar Profound Palace, open!"

The phantom of an ice and snow divine palace emerged behind her.

The palace doors opened, and a cold tide poured out, freezing a swath of the descending Buddha hands.

Without his ancient mirror, the Grand Elder of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect directly burned his divine soul and dream power.

Blood seeped from his seven orifices, yet he still fanned his folding fan and laughed:

"Everyone, I am taking a massive loss this time."

"After we go back, will the Great Zhou's national treasury reimburse me?"

Wang Hao said, "Yes."

The Grand Elder of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect's eyes lit up.

Wang Hao added, "At a depreciated rate."

The Grand Elder of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect almost lost his composure.

"Your Majesty, you're still being stingy at a time like this?"

Wang Hao said, "The national treasury's money is still money."

The Grand Elder of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect smiled bitterly.

"Fine, depreciated rate it is."

"Ten Thousand Dreams Form a Realm!"

The dream mist transformed into an illusory sky canopy, forcibly holding up a portion of the Buddha hands.

The other Sky Traversing Realm ancestors also consecutively used their trump cards.

Someone summoned their natal dharma idol.

Someone burned their lifespan.

Someone threw out all their bottom-of-the-box demon-suppressing talisman treasures.

Out of the thirty peak Astral Qi Realm cultivators, only twenty-seven were still able to stand.

The demon-suppressing battle formation they formed creaked under the coercion of the Buddha hands.

Blood overflowed from their mouths and noses one by one.

Yet no one retreated.

Qin Hongye held a long spear, standing at the very front of the formation core.

"Hold on!"

"Buy His Majesty a single breath of time!"

Xiao Chen, Ye Guyun, and Wanyan Gu all stepped up to resist.

Wanyan Gu cursed while spitting blood:

"When I go back, I definitely have to make that dog emperor pay back all his money debts. I want to return to the grasslands; I really have a Khan's throne waiting for me to inherit!"

Ye Guyun said, "You can apply."

Wanyan Gu asked, "Will he grant it?"

Xiao Chen said expressionlessly, "He will just add to your summary word count."

Wanyan Gu said in grief and indignation, "Then I might as well die right here!"

The dark humor flashed by on the edge of life and death.

The next moment, the Buddha hands completely pressed down.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The defense line constructed by Chu Tianque and the others was smashed to pieces layer by layer.

The blood-cloak sword light shattered.

The purple-gold imperial dragon whined.

The phantom of the Lunar Divine Palace broke apart.

The dream realm sky canopy collapsed.

Everyone spat blood and retreated one after another.

But they ultimately bought that one breath of time.

One breath.

Enough for Wang Hao to strike out his ninth palm.