Wang Hao's voice exploded over the Abyss of Ten Thousand Corpses.
"Fellow cultivators!"
"Your Emperor is sending you a fine gift!"
"Catch it well!"
At that moment, the masters of the Sixteen Sacred Lands of the Central Continent, the ancient clans, and the hidden sects all turned green in the face.
They knew perfectly well what "fine gift" Wang Hao meant.
It was Ji Wushang.
A newly ascended, incomplete level-ten aberration.
A horrific calamity that had devoured most of an imperial corpse, fused dozens of cursed artifacts, and was rooted in the corrupting source of an emperor's fall.
If that thing counted as a gift, then a coffin lid could pass as a wedding bed.
"Wang Hao!"
"You snake!"
An elder of a Sacred Land roared.
He wore a purple-gold ritual robe, and behind him hung a silver ancient mirror from which cascaded ten thousand divine radiances, giving him an imposing, solemn presence.
But at this moment, his face was even uglier than a dead man's.
Wang Hao drove his spirit boat forward and, upon hearing this, was immediately displeased.
"Old fossil."
"While Your Emperor was out there fighting tooth and nail, you lot were back here watching the show."
"Now that I've moved the stage closer, you're complaining about the seats?"
"Have you no shame?"
The Sacred Land elder's beard trembled with fury.
"We were waiting for the right moment to strike!"
Wang Hao sneered.
"Did you find it?"
"No? Then let me help you find one."
As he spoke, he waved his right hand.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower rumbled.
Hundreds of black lightning bolts turned into chains, wrapping around both sides of the spirit boat, forcibly accelerating it to even greater speed.
The entire vessel, like a brick wrapped in imperial draconic energy, came smashing straight toward the assembled forces of the Central Continent.
The crowd changed color in unison.
"Scatter!"
"Scatter now!"
"Don't let Wang Hao get close!"
"That thing Ji Wushang is chasing him!"
"Damn it! This tyrant wants to drag us all down with him!"
They cursed loudly.
And fled even faster.
But the edge of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Corpses wasn't exactly spacious.
To get a good view, each faction had claimed prime spots: spiritual energy nodes, high-ground formation points, remnants of ancient altars.
Their original plan had been simple. Once Wang Hao and Ji Wushang had torn each other apart, they'd be first in line to swoop in and scavenge the leftovers.
So their positioning was excellent.
Excellent enough that Wang Hao could see at a glance where the crowds were thickest, where the strongest masters stood, and where the most powerful formations were layered.
He deliberately charged straight into the most populated areas.
Yin Jiuyou stood on the spirit boat's deck, watching Wang Hao's unerring course, and couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
"Your Majesty's charge route…"
"More precise than when I used to rob ancestral tombs."
Xue Wuhen glanced at him.
"You've robbed ancestral tombs?"
Yin Jiuyou immediately clamped his mouth shut.
"No."
"Just a figure of speech."
Han Shanyue, however, was in no mood for jokes.
He looked behind them.
Ji Wushang was closing in too fast.
A level-ten aberration's speed couldn't be measured by ordinary martial movement.
He wasn't flying.
He was rewriting distance itself.
Wherever his cursed domain spread, space seemed to fold. One step from Ji Wushang and he'd cross a thousand zhang.
Behind him, bone chains lashed through the air as phantom black coffins rained down like a storm.
"Your Majesty!"
Han Shanyue called out, his voice heavy.
"He's caught up!"
Wang Hao didn't even turn around.
"I know."
"So we need our good-hearted friends up ahead to hold him off for a bit."
The New Emperor Sword, its belly distended, trembled with excitement in Wang Hao's grip.
"Master!"
"This plan is brilliant!"
"Make them watch the show without paying admission!"
"Now Ji the dog is collecting the ticket price himself!"
Wang Hao said calmly, "I am a civilized man."
"I never force anyone to buy or sell."
"They have the option not to pay."
The New Emperor Sword was puzzled.
"Will Ji the dog let them off, then?"
Wang Hao replied evenly, "No."
The New Emperor Sword was silent for a moment.
"Master, I think your definition of civilized might be a little off."
Wang Hao ignored it.
Because the first batch of unlucky bastards had already arrived.
It was an ancient clan squad.
Their leader was at the half-transcendence stage.
Behind him followed seven or eight martial-god-level experts, plus over a hundred Protectors at the Void-Step and Qi-Gang levels.
They'd claimed an ancient platform by the abyss, set up a defensive formation, and were enjoying the show with great relish.
Until Wang Hao charged at them.
The half-transcendence old man’s face turned iron-gray.
"Emperor of Great Xia!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
Wang Hao smiled from a distance.
"What wouldn't I dare?"
"I dared to steal an imperial corpse. Who do you think you are compared to that?"
The old man was furious beyond measure.
"Activate the formation!"
Boom!
Formation lines lit up around the ancient platform.
A cyan light shield shot skyward, forming a ten-thousand-zhang barrier in an attempt to block Wang Hao.
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.
"Blocking me?"
He sent a palm strike forward.
The sixth form of the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm.
A golden giant palm slammed into the cyan barrier.
The shield shook violently but did not shatter.
This ancient clan had clearly come prepared.
Their defensive formation was exceptionally strong.
The old man was just about to sneer in triumph when, in the next instant, Wang Hao suddenly withdrew his power and veered his spirit boat along the barrier's edge.
He didn't force his way through.
He went around it.
The old man froze.
A foreboding chill crept into his heart.
Then he looked up.
Ji Wushang had arrived.
His colossal aberrant body stretched across the sky above the ancient platform like a black curtain of night.
His fractured, cursed eye cast down a single glance.
Black spots erupted across the cyan barrier like mold.
The old man’s face twisted in panic.
"No!"
"Pour everything into the formation!"
But it was already too late.
Ji Wushang lowered his head.
He looked at this cluster of flesh-rich, powerful cultivators below.
His split maw slowly peeled open.
"Food."
Boom!
A cursed palm came crashing down.
The cyan barrier held for one breath.
Then it shattered.
The half-transcendence old man bellowed in fury, summoned a bronze ancient halberd, and shot skyward.
"Monster!"
"This old man will fight you to the death!"
The halberd blazed with divine light.
One thrust, aimed straight for the cursed eye on Ji Wushang's brow.
The attack was not weak.
A half-transcendence master burning his life source could gravely wound the peak of ordinary martial gods.
But Ji Wushang merely raised a hand.
Two black fingers clamped down on the halberd.
Crack.
The halberd snapped in two.
The old man's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
The next moment, countless tiny mouths split open across Ji Wushang's palm.
Those mouths lunged forward, immediately biting into the old man's flesh, soul, and life essence.
"Ahhh—!"
A scream tore across the abyss.
A half-transcendence master was devoured alive by Ji Wushang.
His flesh and blood dissolved into black light, merging into the cursed coffin embedded in Ji Wushang's abdomen.
The aura on Ji Wushang's body subtly grew stronger.
Wang Hao glanced back from a distance.
His brow furrowed slightly.
"Just as I suspected."
"He can restore himself by devouring the strong."
"Can't let him feast too comfortably."
The New Emperor Sword let out a burp and asked:
"Master, then why are you leading him straight into a crowd?"
Wang Hao said calmly:
"If you don't throw out some bait, the fish won't bite."
"The key is not to let him do all the eating."
"We need these fish to fight back."
With that, Wang Hao spoke again, his voice carrying across all directions.
"My friends!"
"You've seen it yourselves!"
"Ji Wushang is devouring you to complete his level-ten aberrant body!"
"Why aren't you joining forces?"
"Are you just waiting in line to be dessert?"
The masters of the Central Continent looked as grim as death.
They knew they needed to unite.
But they were even more aware that all of this was Wang Hao's doing—redirecting the flood, leading the wolf to their door.
A Sacred Land's sovereign roared.
"Wang Hao!"
"You did this on purpose!"
Wang Hao looked utterly shocked.
"How could you think that of me?"
"I merely saw that you were all righteous and noble, and I assumed you wouldn't stand idly by while a level-ten aberration wreaked havoc upon the world."
"So I graciously gave you the chance to slay the demon and vanquish evil."
"I'm practically the picture of good intentions!"
The crowd was so furious they nearly spat blood.
Good intentions?
This was clearly a conscience that had been devoured by dogs.
No.
Even dogs wouldn't touch such a black, rotten conscience.
But curse all they wanted.
Ji Wushang had already stormed in.
After the first ancient clan was wiped out, the hunger within him was fully ignited.
The gap left by the missing remnants of the primordial corpse's laws demanded flesh, blood, origin essence, and soul force to be filled.
And the mighty cultivators of the Central Continent—they were the perfect sacrifices.
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