Behind Wang Hao, the phantoms of the first eight palm strikes appeared simultaneously.
The first palm suppresses the demon cave.
The second palm shatters the black water.
The third palm splits the sea of desire.
The fourth palm crushes the fire of resentment.
The fifth palm severs the threads of desire.
The sixth palm shakes the blood robes.
The seventh palm quells the mass grievances.
The eighth palm entices the heavenly secrets.
Eight palms returning to one.
The ninth palm is formed.
Wang Hao's black hair danced wildly, his eyes as cold as the heavens.
Imprisoning the Heavens and Overturning the Earth.
The Ninth Palm.
Overturn. A palm fell.
There was nothing flashy.
There was no excessive momentum.
There was only a giant black-gold palm, slowly pressing down from the firmament of the Blissful Purgatory.
It was too large.
So large that it resembled the entire sky.
It was too heavy.
So heavy that the sea of desire was crushed and collapsed to both sides.
The demonic Buddha raised its thousand arms simultaneously, attempting to block this palm.
However, the moment the first batch of Buddha hands touched the giant black-gold palm, they shattered silently.
They were not broken.
They were crushed into nothingness.
The second batch.
The third batch.
A hundred arms collapsed.
Three hundred arms collapsed.
Five hundred arms collapsed.
Desire Sea Maitreya let out a terrified sound for the first time.
It was not Wu Xuanming.
Rather, it was a shriek that truly belonged to a Rank Nine anomaly.
That sound pierced into everyone's divine souls, and many Astral Qi realm experts fainted on the spot.
Blood spilled from the corner of Wang Hao's mouth.
The backlash of the ninth palm was tearing at his meridians.
But his hand did not stop.
Crush.
Boom!
The giant black-gold palm completely fell.
Half of the ten-thousand-foot demonic Buddha's dharma idol was forcibly crushed.
The lotus throne fractured.
The sea of desire rolled backward.
The core flesh lotus was finally completely exposed.
New Emperor Sword seized the opportunity and let out a strange cry.
Time to eat!
It bit through the third layer of the desire shell in one bite.
The core desire seed was exposed.
It was a black-red flesh bead the size of a fist.
A small Buddha face grew on the surface of the flesh bead.
The Buddha face opened its eyes.
It looked at New Emperor Sword.
Enter my bliss.
New Emperor Sword's movements stiffened.
Countless images appeared before its eyes.
It became the number one anomalous weapon in the world.
Ranked first.
Worshipped by ten thousand weapons.
Wang Hao knelt before it, shouting Master Sword.
It ate anomalies until it was stuffed every day.
And it didn't have to be thrust into a cesspit.
New Emperor Sword almost drooled.
This illusion...
Is quite tempting.
Wang Hao's cold voice came over.
If you daze off for another breath, I will rename you to Chamber Pot right now.
New Emperor Sword suddenly snapped awake.
Shut up!
It roared, not knowing if it was cursing Wang Hao or Desire Sea Maitreya.
The tyrant kneeling to me, that sounds fake just hearing it!
He would only make me kneel!
Eat!
The rift on the blade's edge opened wide.
It swallowed the core desire seed in one gulp.
Boom!
New Emperor Sword's blade trembled violently.
Pink-black desire patterns spread madly, almost completely dyeing it into a sea of desire anomalous weapon. Wang Hao's eyes focused.
He raised his hand and struck out the last stream of soul-suppressing true essence, pressing it onto the hilt.
Suppress it for me.
New Emperor Sword screamed miserably.
I can't hold on!
Wang Hao said coldly, Hold on even if you can't.
Don't you love to fight?
This is your battle.
New Emperor Sword's voice trembled.
I might go mad.
Wang Hao said, You were never quite normal to begin with.
New Emperor Sword: ...
But I do not allow you to be eaten by it.
True essence from Wang Hao's palm poured into the blade once again.
You are my sword.
Only I can torment you.
Others cannot.
New Emperor Sword fell silent for a moment.
Then, deep within the blade, its own fierce and ruthless consciousness completely erupted.
Right.
I am the tyrant's sword.
The tyrant can threaten me.
Can screw me over.
Can make me eat strange things.
But what are you?
Do you deserve to eat me?
Boom!
The devouring evolution ability fully erupted.
The core desire seed was torn to shreds, devoured, and refined bit by bit.
Desire Sea Maitreya let out a shrill shriek.
The ten-thousand-foot demonic Buddha dharma idol completely collapsed.
Wu Xuanming's remnant soul tumbled out from between the brows.
His face was filled with horror, no longer possessing his previous arrogance.
No!
Wang Hao!
I am not resigned to this!
I am the Cult Master of the Black Water Holy Cult!
I want to become a Martial God!
I want to rule the Western Regions!
Wang Hao looked at him, expressionless.
You talk too much.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda opened.
This time, it was no longer lightning phoenixes.
There were very few lightning phoenixes left on the eighth floor, and Wang Hao did not waste them.
Instead, countless lightning snakes surged out, entangling Wu Xuanming's remnant soul.
Wu Xuanming screamed in terror.
You aren't using a lightning phoenix to kill me?
Wang Hao said indifferently, Right now, you aren't worth a phoenix.
Wu Xuanming: ...
These words hurt more than death.
Ten thousand lightning snakes.
The remnant soul was annihilated.
The Cult Master of the Black Water Demonic Cult, Wu Xuanming, completely perished.
The core desire seed was swallowed.
Desire Sea Maitreya lost its foundation.
The Blissful Purgatory began to collapse.
The pink-black sea of desire split open in all directions, and countless trapped remnant souls floated up from the sea.
They no longer wailed.
They were no longer resentful.
They just looked Jingjing at Wang Hao and the others.
There were old people.
There were women.
There were children.
There were martial artists.
There were soldiers.
There were countless nameless people sacrificed by the Black Water Demon Cave.
They bowed slightly toward the crowd.
Then they turned into gray-white motes of light and ascended toward the collapsing firmament.
Qin Hongye looked at this scene, her eyes slightly red.
Xiao Chen gripped his sword in silence.
Ye Guyun lowered his head without a word.
Wanyan Gu was uncharacteristically quiet.
Wang Hao was also silent for a moment.
Then he spoke.
Have a safe journey, everyone.
If there is a next life, remember to register for Great Zhou's household registry.
Everyone: ...
It was originally a very solemn atmosphere.
But he instantly made it very Great Zhou.
However, precisely because of this, the sorrow pressing down on everyone's hearts dissipated a little.
The Blissful Purgatory completely shattered.
Everyone's vision blurred.
They returned to the core hall of the Black Water Demon Cave.
No.
It could no longer be called a hall.
The entire core hall had been beaten into ruins.
The human skin lanterns were all extinguished.
The sacrificial array patterns shattered into powder.
The Black Water Spirit Vein was torn apart by lightning and palm force, and sounds of collapse continuously came from the depths of the demon cave.
The demonic cult members were all dead or injured.
The few survivors saw Wang Hao and the others walk out of the anomalous domain and were so frightened that they directly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Wang Hao didn't even look.
Deal with them according to military law.
The ten Skysoaring Realm ancestors were almost all heavily injured.
Chu Tianque stood leaning on his sword, his blood robes shattered, and his aura had dropped significantly.
The Ren family ancestor was pale, half of his beard scorched.
The Vice Palace Master of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace had blood on her lips but still maintained her cold and glamorous posture.
The Great Elder of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect looked heartachingly at his missing ancient mirror, muttering, Depreciation value... I suffered a huge loss...
The Astral Qi realm experts were missing another two people.
This victory was miserable.
But they had slain the Black Water Demon Cave.
They had broken the Rank Nine anomaly, Desire Sea Maitreya.
They had destroyed a millennium-old headquarters of the Western Region demons.
This was a battle record sufficient to shake the Eastern Wasteland.
New Emperor Sword transformed into a black-robed youth and staggered out of the ruins.
He burped.
The aura on his body noticeably surged.
[New Emperor Sword has devoured the remnant core of a Rank Nine immature desire seed, anomalous weapon ranking increased.]
[Current Ranking: 298.]
[Combat Power Increase: Peak of the Seventh Realm of Martial Arts, short-term burst can touch the threshold of the early Skysoaring Realm.]
Wang Hao glanced at him.
Are you full?
New Emperor Sword lay on the ground, looking exhausted.
Full.
I'm stuffed.
I want to vomit just seeing a lotus flower now.
Wang Hao nodded: Not bad, I'll arrange some vegetarian food for you when we get back.
New Emperor Sword became alert: What vegetarian food?
Wang Hao said: A few low-grade anomalous mushrooms grew next to the latrine in the Demon Suppression Division.
New Emperor Sword fell silent.
Then he slowly rolled over, turning his back to Wang Hao.
"I want Jingjing."
Wanyan Gu could not help but ask, "Who is Jingjing?"
New Emperor Sword said weakly, "Shut up, you extra-thick edition brute."
Wanyan Gu was furious, but his anger agitated his wounds, making him wince and bare his teeth in pain.
Xiao Chen looked at the ruins all over the ground and let out a long breath.
"Is it over?"
Wang Hao did not answer.
He looked up toward the depths of the demon cave.
Although the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique had been retracted, he could still feel an extremely faint silver qi dissipating.
Although Xie Wujiu's Heavenly Secret Lock had been countered by him, it did not mean that old dog gained absolutely nothing.
He had won this round.
But it was not the endgame.
Wang Hao walked to the center of the ruins.
There, a broken silver rune hovered in midair.
The silver rune slowly condensed into a blurry figure.
Gray robes.
White hair.
Like a ghost behind a chessboard.
Xie Wujiu's voice transmitted from the silver rune.
"Your Majesty, what a brilliant move."
The expressions of everyone present changed.
Chu Tianque raised his sword, about to strike it down.
Wang Hao raised his hand to stop him.
He looked at the phantom, smiling gently.
"Old man Xie, did it hurt when your mirror broke?"
The phantom fell silent for a moment.
"Your Majesty indeed knew."
Wang Hao said, "I also know that you must have been a wicked little brat in your childhood."
Xie Wujiu said flatly, "Your Majesty has won this round."
"But the Desire Sea Maitreya is merely a corner of the chessboard."
"The game in the Western Regions has only just begun."
Wang Hao smiled.
"What a coincidence."
"I have also just finished warming up."
Xie Wujiu's phantom slowly dissipated.
His final words drifted through the ruins.
"Tomorrow at dawn, the main force of the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect will arrive at Blood Sand Valley."
"Your Majesty's sneak attack on our base was clever."
"But the Great Zhou military camp might not be able to hold out."
The phantom completely vanished.
Dead silence filled the great hall.
Everyone's hearts sank simultaneously.
They had launched a night raid on the Black Water Demon Cave, sending out all their elites.
If the main force of the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect took the opportunity to attack the Zhou camp...
Wang Hao, however, suddenly laughed.
Seeing him laugh, Xiao Chen felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
"Your Majesty, you didn't leave another trap behind, did you?"
Wang Hao patted the dust off his body.
"When normal people launch a sneak attack on an enemy's base, they naturally fear their own base being attacked."
"But do I look like a normal person?"
The crowd was silent.
This question needed no answer.
Wang Hao turned around and looked in the direction of the Great Zhou military camp.
"Grand Companion Wei is in the camp."
"There is also a six hundred thousand strong army, runic heavy artillery, and demon-suppression formation flags."
"As well as a little present I left behind before my departure."
The Ren Family Patriarch's eyelids twitched.
"A little?"
Wang Hao's smile grew even gentler.
"A billion little presents."
Everyone suddenly began to pity the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect.
Wang Hao raised his hand.
"Take the wounded."
"Dismantle everything in the Black Water Demon Cave that can be dismantled."
"Take away everything of value."
The Grand Elder of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect's eyes lit up, "Your Majesty, how will the spoils of war be distributed?"
Wang Hao said flatly, "They will first enter the national treasury, and then rewards will be given according to merit."
Everyone was speechless.
Translated, this meant: Hand it over to me first, and whether you get a share depends entirely on my mood.
Xiao Chen could not help but say, "Your Majesty, we just risked our lives fighting."
Wang Hao glanced at him.
"Therefore, everyone's post-battle summary is reduced by five hundred words."
The prodigies' spirits were instantly lifted.
Wanyan Gu's eyes brimmed with tears of emotion.
"The tyrant actually has a conscience?"
Wang Hao added, "But you must write a separate three-thousand-word essay on your reflections regarding the night raid."
The prodigies were speechless again.
As expected.
His conscience was merely an illusion.
The Black Water Demon Cave began to collapse entirely.
Wang Hao led the crowd out of the ruins.
Behind them, the thousand-year-old evil cave crumbled amidst rumbling sounds.
Ahead, the night over the Blood Sand Wasteland was still deep and dark.
While in the distant horizon, crimson demonic clouds could vaguely be seen churning.
The Crimson Moon Demonic Sect.
Was coming.
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