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"How do we fight?"

Wang Hao's lips curled up slightly when he heard Old Master Ren's words.

That smile made the backs of the forty-plus patriarchs present turn cold at the same time.

Too familiar.

They were too familiar with this expression.

Every time the Emperor revealed this kind of smile, it meant someone was going to be held accountable.

And it was usually not a small matter.

Wang Hao raised his hand and pointed at the scorched black hole on Xie Wujiu's chest blasted by the Lightning Phoenix.

Inside the hole, black mist, starlight, and lightning scars were still tearing at each other madly.

The three forces were like three poisonous snakes forcibly stuffed into a cage, biting each other, yet forcibly bound together by some kind of rule.

"Do you see it?"

Wang Hao's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The Star Sea Qi is the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's accumulation of ten thousand years."

"The Nightmare Qi is the origin of the Prime Nightfiend."

"The Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Scar is the tribulation lightning he swallowed into his body when he underwent the tribulation."

"The three forces keep each other in check."

"Once the balance is broken—"

He paused for a moment.

"Xie Wujiu will turn into a firework that blows himself up."

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword's pupils shrank slightly.

"Your Majesty means to attack his imbalance?"

Wang Hao nodded.

"Yes."

"But not blindly."

"We must hit the intersection node of the three forces."

"Hit too early, we help him digest it."

"Hit too late, he recovers."

"We must catch the exact moment when his old and new forces alternate."

Old Master Li gasped.

"To what extent must the control of Qi mechanisms be accurate for this?"

Wang Hao said lightly, "I will look."

"You will strike."

Old Master Ren said in a deep voice, "Can Your Majesty see accurately?"

Wang Hao glanced at him.

"I can even see how many romantic debts you owed when you were young."

Old Master Ren's face instantly turned red.

"Didn't we agree not to mention this!"

Wang Hao said matter-of-factly, "I only said inner demons must be registered, I didn't say I wouldn't use them after registration."

The patriarchs: "..."

This emperor is really dark.

Xie Wujiu stood under the blood moon, the large hole in his chest healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But his face was uglier than the wound.

Not because of the injury.

But because of Wang Hao's words just now.

—"I can even see how many romantic debts you owed when you were young."

These words sounded like mockery to others.

But in Xie Wujiu's ears, they held a different meaning.

The Emperor's Qi Observation Technique.

Wang Hao could not only see through dream threads but also see through the essence of Qi mechanisms.

This meant that in front of Wang Hao, he had no secrets at all.

Including the most fragile point among the three forces in his body.

Xie Wujiu narrowed one of his Star Sea eyes slightly.

"Wang Hao."

"You are indeed more troublesome than I imagined."

"But just because you can see it doesn't mean you can hit it."

As his voice fell.

The blood moon suddenly split.

One blood moon became three.

Three became nine.

Nine blood moons hung in the sky, illuminating the entire bizarre domain as crimson as hell.

From each blood moon, a figure of Xie Wujiu walked out.

The exact same aura.

The exact same Martial God coercion.

The exact same Heavenly Secret deduction and Nightmare pollution.

The nine figures spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

"The Emperor's Qi Observation Technique can see through Qi mechanisms."

"But can it see which one is my true body?"

The expressions of the patriarchs changed drastically.

Old Master Ren shook his dragon-head cane, and the azure-gold true essence swept across the nine figures.

Then his heart sank.

"The auras are all real."

Old Master Li didn't believe in the evil, his Blood Wolf Dharma Idol roared, splitting into nine blood lights that pounced on the nine figures respectively.

The blood lights penetrated simultaneously.

All were physical entities.

"Impossible!"

Old Master Li lost his voice, "Nine Martial Gods?!"

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword said in a deep voice, "Not nine Martial Gods."

"He divided his own Qi mechanism into nine parts, each part pinned to the Blood Moon Bizarre Domain."

"As long as the bizarre domain is not destroyed, all nine bodies are true."

Everyone's hearts felt as if they were gripped by an invisible giant hand.

One Martial God was already pressing them breathless.

Nine?

Even if the power was dispersed, those were still nine Martial God-level clones.

Xie Wujiu's nine figures raised their hands at the same time.

Nine Heavenly Secret Star Mangs, nine Nightmare Black Tides, surged from nine directions simultaneously.

The entire bizarre domain turned into a prison.

Nine blood moons in the sky.

Boundless black water on the ground.

In the middle were endless Nightmare threads, tightening from all directions like a spider web.

An Imperial Sky Patriarch dodged too late and was grazed on the shoulder by a Star Mang.

His whole body instantly stiffened.

Not injured.

But dragged into a dream.

He saw himself returning to his youth, saw himself joining a sect, saw his master's kind smile.

His master said, "Take a rest if you're tired."

His eyes moistened, truly feeling tired.

Just at the moment his eyelids were about to close—

A golden palm slapped his face from the side.

Slap!

The sound was extremely crisp.

That patriarch was slapped flying, crashing into the black water, his whole person dazed.

Wang Hao retracted his hand, expressionless.

"Awake?"

That patriarch covered his face, first bewildered, then shocked, and finally deeply fearful.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Wang Hao said lightly, "Put it on the tab."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the nine figures of Xie Wujiu.

The Emperor's Qi Observation Technique operated to the extreme.

In his eyes, heaven and earth turned into a pure Qi mechanism chart.

The Qi mechanisms of the nine figures looked exactly the same to outsiders.

But in his eyes, the "ratio of the three forces" inside each Qi mechanism was different.

Some had heavier Star Sea Qi.

Some had thicker Nightmare Qi.

Some had slightly weaker Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Scars.

Only one—

The figure due north, the clash of the three forces was the most intense, the balance the most delicate.

Like a bowstring pulled to the limit.

Just pluck it with a little more force.

And it would break.

Wang Hao smiled.

"Found it."

He raised his hand.

"Everyone, due north."

"Strike as I say."

"New Emperor Sword."

The New Emperor Sword flew back with a swoosh from the distance, a wisp of half-swallowed Nightmare residual mist still hanging on its blade.

"Tyrant! I'm eating!"

Wang Hao said, "Stop eating."

"Cut that dark red dream thread three feet west of due north for me."

The New Emperor Sword was stunned.

"That thread is so thin!"

Wang Hao said, "Thin is the most critical."

"That is the main nerve connecting the Prime Nightfiend to the blood moon."

"Cut it, and the blood moon will tremble for a moment."

"That moment is our window."

The New Emperor Sword's blade shook.

"Understood!"

It turned into a black-gold sword light, shooting toward the spot three feet west of due north.

Xie Wujiu's nine figures simultaneously made a move to intercept.

But the forty patriarchs were already prepared.

"Form array!"

Old Master Ren shouted violently, the azure-gold true essence turning into a giant dragon shadow, entangling two clones.

Old Master Li's Blood Wolf Dharma Idol bit the third one.

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword and Ye Guyun combined their swords, their sword intent like two galaxies, locking down the fourth and fifth ones.

Xiao Chen's whole body burned with golden flames, crashing into the sixth one like a meteor.

Qin Hongye's cold saber was like frost, freezing the dream mist around the seventh one.

Wanyan Gu carried a mace and pounced on the eighth one, still shouting, "You're the ugliest!"

The remaining forty-plus patriarchs unleashed all their true essence, forcibly holding back the ninth clone.

Nine Martial God clones were actually held off for a moment by their flesh and blood bodies.

This was Wang Hao's tactic.

He didn't need everyone to defeat Xie Wujiu.

He only needed everyone to buy time.

Boom!

The New Emperor Sword slashed against that dark red dream line.

The moment the blade cut in, the entire eerie domain let out a shrill, piercing shriek.

That was not Xie Wujiu's voice.

It was the voice of the Prime Nightfiend.

The blood moon trembled violently.

The nine avatars simultaneously experienced a split-second of stiffness.

Now was the time.

A brilliant light erupted from Wang Hao's eyes.

"Old Master Ren!"

"The avatar due north, third rib on the left chest, the intersection of the Star Sea Qi and Nightmare Qi!"

Old Master Ren did not hesitate. His dragon-head staff transformed into a streak of cyan-gold lightning, piercing precisely into that spot.

Squelch!

The moment the tip of the staff stabbed in, a crack blasted open on the chest of Xie Wujiu's due north avatar.

Within the crack, the Star Sea Qi and Nightmare Qi tore at each other, letting out an ear-piercing screech.

"Old Master Li!"

"Seven inches down the right abdomen, the clash point of the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Marks and the Star Sea Qi!"

Old Master Li struck out with a palm. His Blood Wolf Dharma Idol condensed into a blood-red spear, nailing right into that node.

Boom!

The right abdomen of Xie Wujiu's avatar exploded, leaking golden lightning and Star Sea Qi simultaneously.

"Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword!"

"Three inches directly above the glabella!"

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword's sword intent condensed into a single line. The sword light, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, stabbed three inches right above the glabella.

The moment that sword pierced in, the entire eerie domain fell silent.

Because that sword stabbed perfectly into the single node where Xie Wujiu's three powers coexisted.

Crack—

A crisp sound.

Like glass shattering.

Or the Heavenly Dao snapping.

Starting from the glabella, cracks spread all over Xie Wujiu's due north avatar.

The Star Sea Qi, Nightmare Qi, and Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Marks all lost control at the same time.

The three forces no longer balanced each other.

Instead, they attacked one another.

"Impossible—"

Xie Wujiu's remaining eight avatars roared in unison.

But it was already too late.

The due north avatar exploded.

It was not a spray of flesh and blood.

It was the simultaneous detonation of the three powers, turning into a chaotic vortex.

Golden lightning, black dream mist, and silver starlight entangled together, like a miniature apocalypse.

Among the nine blood moons, one grew dim.

Xie Wujiu's aura plummeted.

Nine avatars became eight.

And that chaotic vortex continued to expand.

The light of the Qi Observation Technique in Wang Hao's eyes did not diminish.

He saw it.

The balance within Xie Wujiu's body had been shattered at one corner.

The energy signatures of the remaining eight avatars were all destabilizing.

In particular, fine cracks appeared at the connection points between the other eight avatars and the due north avatar.

Those cracks were the new attack points.

"Keep going!"

Wang Hao shouted.

"Ye Guyun! The avatar due east, where the sword heart lies!"

Ye Guyun silently drew his sword.

His sword was not fast.

But extremely precise.

A sword pierced into the heart of the due east avatar, the intersection point of the Nightmare Qi and the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Marks.

Squelch!

The chest of the due east avatar blasted open, spewing black mist and golden lightning.

"Xiao Chen!"

"The avatar due west, two inches left of the Qi Sea!"

Xiao Chen transformed into a golden shooting star, blasting a punch onto that node.

The force of a punch was different from sword qi.

Sword qi precisely pierced through.

The force of a punch violently crushed.

Boom!

A large hole exploded in the waist of the due west avatar, and Star Sea Qi sprayed out like air from a punctured ball.

"Qin Hongye!"

"The avatar due south, direct your blade intent to sever the crook of its right elbow!"

Qin Hongye unsheathed her long blade.

A cold gleam flashed.

The blade light precisely cleaved the crook of the due south avatar's right elbow.

That was the friction point between the Star Sea Qi and the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Marks.

Crack!

The right arm of the due south avatar was severed at the elbow.

At the stump, the two forces repelled each other, rendering it unable to heal.

"Wanyan Gu!"

"Smash it for me!"

Wanyan Gu could hardly wait any longer.

He didn't even need Wang Hao to instruct him on which point to hit.

Because he couldn't remember anyway.

But his combat instincts were faster than his brain.

Raising his spiked club high, barbarian-like strength poured into his arms as he smashed it toward the avatar closest to him.

Boom!

That strike smashed so hard that black water surged backward.

The avatar was smashed down three zhang, cracks spreading across its body.

Wang Hao's mouth twitched.

"I told you to hit the node."

Wanyan Gu turned his head, looking completely innocent.

"I hit it."

"Hit them all."

Wang Hao glanced at the state of that avatar.

Indeed.

This club strike was so ruthless that it simultaneously shattered three or four nodes on the avatar's body.

Although the efficiency was low.

It was effective.