The fists of the nine divine corpses smashed down simultaneously.
The night sky collapsed.
The earth sank.
Everyone held their breath.
Wang Hao finally moved.
He struck out with his palm first.
"Heaven Imprisoning Earth Overturning Palm."
"First Palm, Suppress the Void."
Boom!
A golden palm print rose across the sky.
It was not aimed at the divine corpses.
But rather at the Natural Extinction Array that was taking shape beneath their feet.
As the palm print descended, space suddenly solidified.
The array diagram formed by the intersection of nine black chains was forcibly suppressed for a moment.
In just this moment.
Wang Hao slashed out a sword light with his left hand.
"Nine Swords of Heaven Cleaving."
"First Sword, Rift."
Swish!
A white line streaked across the night sky.
It was so thin it was almost invisible.
Yet it was sharp enough to make the scalps of all the sword cultivators tingle.
The sword light slashed onto the black chain piercing the collarbone of the foremost divine corpse.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There was no blinding radiance.
There was only an extremely light sound of snapping.
Crack.
A rift was slashed into the projection of that black chain.
For the first time, the divine corpse made a sound.
"Roar—"
That was not a roar of anger.
It was more like an echo of agony coming from the depths of some seal.
Deep in the void, that massive shadow seemed to be triggered as well.
The entire night sky suddenly darkened for a moment.
Crack.
That soft sound fell into the ears of the seven hundred thousand strong army, yet it was heavier than heavenly thunder.
A white mark as thin as a hair split open on the projection of the black chain.
The white mark was not long.
Not even half a foot.
But this was the first time since the descent of the divine corpses that their root had been truly harmed.
Previously, Patriarch Ren had struck with his full strength, cracking their skin and flesh.
Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword unleashed crisscrossing sword qi, slicing open their flesh and blood.
The Eighth Realm Lightning Phoenix of the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppressing Pagoda blasted through their chests.
They seemed to have earth-shattering momentum, but as long as the divine corpses shook their black chains, dark energy would pour in from the depths of the void, and they would recover in the blink of an eye.
They were like monsters suspended by strings from the back of the world.
As long as the strings did not break, no matter how shattered their shells were, they could be pieced back together.
But at this moment.
Wang Hao's sword had slashed the string.
"Roar—"
That divine corpse roared at the sky.
The sound did not come from its throat.
It did not breathe.
It had no lungs.
The sound was more like it came from the depths of a rift in the void—ancient, cold, agonized, carrying an echo that did not belong to the mortal realm.
The nether-green ghost fires in the eye sockets of the nine divine corpses surged simultaneously.
Above the void, that massive shadow entangled by countless black chains seemed to twitch slightly in that instant.
The sky above the Heaven Severing Ridge suddenly darkened.
The stars and moon lost their color.
The night wind stagnated.
Even the heartbeats in the chests of the soldiers felt as if they were clutched by an invisible giant hand.
Many soldiers below the Astral Qi Realm turned deathly pale, falling to their knees on the spot, bleeding from their seven orifices.
Wei Zhongxian's expression changed, and he swept his horsetail whisk.
"Eastern Depot, hear my command!"
"Soul Suppressing Talismans, deploy!"
Thousands of Eastern Depot guards simultaneously threw out Soul Suppressing Talismans.
The talisman papers burned, transforming into a layer of grayish-white light curtain that protected the outer perimeter of the army.
However, the oppressive feeling brought by that shadow still seeped into people's hearts like a tide.
This was no ordinary coercion.
This was the aura of the true God-Burying Taboo Object behind the ancient divine corpses.
The fingers of Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword gripping his sword turned slightly pale.
He stared at that thread of white light at Wang Hao's left fingertips, the shock in his eyes almost impossible to conceal.
"The intent to cleave the heavens..."
"It's not a sword technique."
"It's the embryonic form of a Sword Dao Law."
"Where on earth did he learn this?"
Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword felt a bit like cursing.
He had cultivated the sword for seven hundred years.
From a young genius to a Sword Dao Grandmaster, and then to the master of a pavilion, his entire life had been dedicated to the sword.
But what about Wang Hao?
This dog emperor only knew how to slap people with his palms a few days ago.
Today he wakes up and casually unleashes a divine-level Sword Dao.
Is this reasonable?
It's not reasonable.
But placed on Wang Hao, it was damnably reasonable.
Xiao Chen lay by the edge of a pit, his face covered in bloody mud, his expression numb.
"Now I somewhat understand why my master said back then that some people live just to deal blows to the Dao Hearts of others."
Ye Guyun was silent for a moment before saying, "He isn't dealing blows to Dao Hearts."
Xiao Chen looked at him.
Ye Guyun said slowly, "He dismantles Dao Hearts, weighs them, discounts them, and puts them in storage."
Xiao Chen: "..."
Very accurate.
Very Wang Hao.
In midair.
Wang Hao was not complacent because the chain had cracked.
He glanced at the rift, and his brows actually furrowed slightly.
"It only cracked this much?"
New Emperor Sword flew back and circled the cracked black chain.
"Tyrant, this sword strike of yours is pretty formidable."
Wang Hao said flatly, "Formidable my ass."
"I suppressed heaven and earth with a palm and severed karma with a sword, and only managed to slash a half-foot crack."
"This thing is much more valuable than you."
New Emperor Sword was instantly unconvinced.
"I'm very valuable too!"
Wang Hao shot it a glance.
"You are currently ranked three hundred and forty-fifth among bizarre artifacts."
"Behind it lies what is suspected to be an ancient God-Burying Taboo Object."
"What do you have to compare with it?"
New Emperor Sword fell silent.
A moment later, it probed, "Then can I take a bite? After taking a bite, I might be able to connect to the taboo object too."
Wang Hao remained expressionless.
"You can't even gnaw through Wei Zhongxian's thick skin, and you want to gnaw on the God-Burying Chain?"
Below, Wei Zhongxian's smile remained unchanged.
"Imperial Lord, this old servant feels that Lord Sword is indeed lacking discipline recently."
New Emperor Sword flew into a rage.
"One of you is a tyrant and the other a castrated thief, teaming up to bully a sword. Is there any justice left?"
Wang Hao couldn't be bothered with it.
He looked up at the nine divine corpses.
After the chain of the first divine corpse was slashed and cracked, the Natural Extinction Array experienced a momentary sluggishness.
The nine black chains originally connected as one, like a massive black net suspended in the void.
But that single crack gave this net a flaw.
A light screen appeared before Wang Hao's eyes.
[Target: God-Burying Chain Projection.]
[Current Damage Level: 7%.]
[Prompt: A suppression-type divine-level martial skill is required to suppress the chain's backlash, followed by continuous destruction using a karma-severing power.]
[Warning: The divine corpses have entered a berserk state. Physical body strength increased; repair speed increased.]
[Quest Progress: Mystery of the Buried Gods 12%.]
Wang Hao's eyes shifted slightly.
"Only seven percent."
"Xie Wujiu's delivery packaging is quite thick."
Far away in front of the calculation platform of the Heaven's Secret Pavilion, Xie Wujiu saw this scene through the nether fires in the divine corpses' eye sockets, his face turning ashen.
Delivery?
Packaging?
That was the God-Burying Taboo Object inherited by the Heaven's Secret Pavilion for ten thousand years!
Once the nine divine corpses were unleashed, they were enough to suppress an entire holy land.
Yet, in Wang Hao's mouth, they actually became delivery packaging.
Xie Wujiu pressed his palms firmly on the calculation platform.
Nine Heaven's Secret Star Stones shattered beneath his palms.
"Go berserk."
"All of you, go berserk."
"Ignore the army, kill Wang Hao first!"
He bit the tip of his tongue and spat another mouthful of lifeblood essence onto the calculation platform.
Pfft!
The blood mist merged into the star map.
The black chains at the collarbones of the nine divine corpses vibrated simultaneously, like nine iron pythons dragged from the depths of hell.
The dark energy in the void skyrocketed.
Under the bluish-gray skin of the divine corpses, black patterns spread.
They originally had no emotions.
But at this moment, an intent of tyranny and slaughter actually emerged within the nine pairs of nether-green ghost fires.
Boom!
The first divine corpse charged out first.
Its speed was even faster than before.
The thirty-foot-tall body shattered the void, instantly appearing in front of Wang Hao.
Its fist smashed down.
That was no fist technique.
It had no moves.
It had no variations.
Yet it carried a sense of the most primal and pure destruction.
Like a star crashing down from beyond the heavens.
Wang Hao flipped his right palm up.
"Heaven Imprisoning Earth Overturning Palm."
"Second Palm, Suppress the Mountains and Rivers."
A golden palm print struck across the sky.
This time, the palm print did not merely suppress the array formation; it met the divine corpse's fist head-on.
Boom!!!
Fist and palm collided.
A massive halo of intertwining gold and black exploded in the night sky.
Tens of thousands of soldiers below were blown off their feet by the shockwave.
Rows of tents collapsed.
The earth heaved like the surface of the ocean.
Wang Hao's figure retreated half a step.
The divine corpse, however, was blasted back a hundred zhang, the bones in its arm emitting a dense series of explosive cracks.
Patriarch Ren's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Is this kid really only at the mid-stage of the Sky-Soaring Realm?
Old Master Li coughed up blood and said, Have you ever seen a mid-stage Sky-Soaring Realm cultivator fight head-on against a Martial God's fleshly body?
Patriarch Ren was silent for a moment.
Even in my youth, I couldn't do it.
Old Master Li shot him a sidelong glance.
You can't do it now, either.
Patriarch Ren said angrily, I am currently injured!
You couldn't do it even if you weren't injured.
Say one more word, and I'll fight you to the death.
The two demigod patriarchs continued to bicker stubbornly while spitting blood.
In normal times, the crowd might have found this comical.
But at this moment, their pathetic bickering actually added a trace of humanity to a battlefield that was oppressive to the extreme.
Wang Hao did not pursue the divine corpse that had been blown away.
Because the other eight had already closed in for the kill.
The Innate Extinction Array began to operate once more.
Nine chains intersected, and black patterns spread across the void.
The air around Wang Hao suddenly became viscous, as if the entire world had turned into a quagmire meant to trap him in the center.
New Emperor Sword shouted, Tyrant, on your left!
A divine corpse blasted toward Wang Hao from his left.
Before its fist even arrived, the wind from the punch already sent Wang Hao's sleeping robe fluttering wildly.
A golden light flashed in Wang Hao's eyes.
He raised his right palm for the third time.
Third Palm, Suppress the Eight Desolates.
Boom!
The palm print split into eight.
The space in all eight directions sank simultaneously.
The movements of the eight approaching divine corpses all stagnated at the exact same time.
It was precisely during this stagnation.
Wang Hao brought the fingers of his left hand together, and the white sword light reappeared.
Nine Heaven-Cleaving Swords.
Second Sword, Severing the Flow.
Swish!
The sword light was like a severed galaxy.
It did not cut the flesh.
It did not cut the bone.
It only slashed at that cracked black chain.
Crack!
The crack expanded from half a foot to three feet.
The divine corpse roared again.
The dark patterns on its body writhed madly, like countless living insects.
The shadows deep within the void were enraged.
An even colder and more sinister aura counterattacked along the chain, attempting to erode Wang Hao's divine soul.
Wang Hao felt a slight chill between his eyebrows.
An endless black abyss seemed to appear before his eyes.
Within the abyss, countless corpses of gods drifted up and down.
There were broken divine weapons.
There were rotting stars.
There were massive divine phantoms pierced by chains.
An ancient whisper echoed in his ears.
Kneel...
Sacrifice...
Return to the Burial of Gods...
Wang Hao's eyes instantly turned cold.
What kind of lowly trash dares to tell me to kneel?
The true qi within his body suddenly roared.
The Black Dragon Flag fluttered loudly in the military camp.
The whisper was instantly crushed.
Wang Hao sneered.
I don't even kneel to the heavens, let alone a dead thing like you that's been dead for who knows how many years.
New Emperor Sword was boiling with enthusiasm on the side.
Well said, Tyrant!
Although you usually don't act like a human, you really sound like one when you curse at monsters!
Wang Hao glanced sideways.
Are you praising me?
New Emperor Sword immediately changed its tune, Of course! Very sincere praise.
Wang Hao couldn't be bothered to waste words.
He had already figured it out.
The divine corpses themselves were difficult to deal with, but the true core was the chains.
To break the chains, three steps were necessary.
Suppress their array with a palm.
Sever their karma with a sword.
Purify the residual dark energy with lightning.
Otherwise, even if the black chains broke, they would reconnect.
Behold my heavenly lightning.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda spun with a rumble.
The pagoda doors opened wide.
Countless lightning snakes surged out, converging into a hundred-zhang lightning dragon that wrapped around the divine corpse whose chain had been heavily damaged.
The lightning could not completely blast it to pieces, but it could suppress the darkness from repairing it.
Wang Hao stepped up into the void.
As he took a step, the night sky trembled.
Fourth Palm, Suppress the Cosmos.
A golden palm print descended from the sky, forcefully pinning that divine corpse in midair.
It struggled.
The chain piercing its collarbone vibrated madly.
The other eight divine corpses tried to come to its rescue, but were desperately blocked by Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword, Patriarch Ren, Old Master Li, and the others.
Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword thrust his sword across the sky, his sword qi transforming into a thousand-zhang white rainbow.
Everyone, don't let them get close!
Patriarch Ren rushed forward while coughing up blood.
Brat of the Wang family, this old man will risk his old bones to buy you ten breaths of time!
Old Master Li sighed.
Ten breaths? You old ghost Ren, right now you can last three breaths at most.
Patriarch Ren roared, Shut up! Three breaths is still time!
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
