Martial God Second Floor: Watching Immortals Fight

Wang Hao lowered his head and glanced at his own palm.

After the Transcendence Realm experience card had expired, the injuries lingering inside his body began to surge back.

His meridians stung.

His divine soul was exhausted.

His internal organs felt as though they had been scorched over and over again by thunderfire.

The cost of forcibly wielding Transcendence power and facing Ji Wushang head-on was far more severe than he had let on.

But he had been suppressing it all along.

Before the assembled cultivators of the Central Continent, he could not show weakness.

Before the people of the Great Xia, he could not fall.

An emperor could be wounded.

But he could not let anyone think he was on the brink of death.

Wang Hao took out a few pills and swallowed them.

The pills entered his stomach and transformed into rolling spiritual energy, barely suppressing the backlash within his body.

Han Shanyue noticed something was wrong and lowered his voice:

"Your Majesty... your aura..."

Wang Hao said calmly:

"The experience card has expired."

Han Shanyue was taken aback.

Though he didn't know what an experience card was.

He could roughly understand the meaning.

That power that had temporarily been elevated to the Transcendence Realm — it was gone.

Han Shanyue's expression turned grim.

"Then what comes next..."

Wang Hao looked toward the battlefield.

"We wait."

It was waiting again.

But this time, no one thought Wang Hao was being conservative.

Because everyone had seen how terrifying Ji Wushang was within the tenth-rank Demon Domain.

Inside the battlefield.

The remaining thirty Transcendence Realm ancestors had completely shed their arrogance.

The fall of two ancestors had made all of them understand one thing.

This was not a hunt.

This was a trial of life and death.

The white-haired Ancestor Tianxuan roared:

"Don't scatter!"

"Within the Demon Domain, acting alone means certain death!"

Ancestor Xingchen formed hand seals with both hands, forcibly conjuring the cracked Star Ancestor Bell.

"Use the ancestral artifact to fix our position!"

"Expand the Pure Land with Transcendence origin power!"

All thirty Transcendence Realm experts moved at once.

They were, after all, the true foundation of the sixteen holy lands of the Central Continent.

They had lived through eons, endured countless slaughter tribulations.

The reason Ji Wushang had caught them off guard was that they had underestimated the strangeness of the tenth-rank Demon Domain.

Now that they had come to their senses, thirty Transcendence Realm experts fighting in tandem was still terror beyond imagining.

Boom!

Thirty streams of Transcendence origin power ignited simultaneously.

Patch after patch of Pure Land expanded within the Demon Domain.

Primordial Yellow Pure Land.

Stellar Pure Land.

Sword Dao Pure Land.

Netherworld Pure Land.

Solar Pure Land.

Mountains-and-Rivers Pure Land.

These Pure Lands linked to one another, like thirty ancient lamps, forcibly kindled within the dark kingdom of the dead.

Ji Wushang's Demon Domain was held back for an instant.

Only an instant.

But to a Transcendence Realm expert, an instant was enough.

The Sword-Bearing Ancestor drew his blade once more.

This time, he did not strike at Ji Wushang's body.

Instead, he slashed toward the illusory projection of the black coffin that flickered within the domain.

"Cut the Source!"

The sword light arced across the sky.

A crack split open in the black coffin's projection.

For the first time, Ji Wushang revealed clear rage.

"Ants."

He reached out and grabbed.

Within the Demon Domain, countless black coffins materialized at once.

From every coffin, pale ghostly hands extended, clawing at the thirty Transcendence Realm ancestors.

Ancestor Taichu drove his divine furnace, its flames like a primal solar blaze, burning all manner of ghostly hands to ash.

Ancestor Jiuyou held his Nether Lamp; the lamp flame flickered, and reflected a stretch of demonic shadows into dust.

Ancestor Shanhe unfolded a tattered ancient scroll — mountains and rivers flew out of the painting, turning into archaic divine peaks that crashed down at Ji Wushang.

Ancestor Xingchen coughed blood as he drove the bell.

With each ring, rotting stars within the Demon Domain exploded into wreckage.

For a time, both sides plunged back into vicious slaughter.

Within the tenth-rank Demon Domain, Ji Wushang was like an undying demon god.

The thirty Transcendence Realm experts were like battle gods crawling out of ancient tombs, burning their final longevity and reserves, trying to press this darkness back into the abyss.

The monumental battle tore the skies of the Central Continent apart.

The grand protective formation of Tianxuan Holy Land trembled without cease.

Even from hundreds of miles away, Wang Hao and the others could feel their skin prickling, their divine souls turning cold.

The Great Xia spirit boat retreated once more.

It wasn't that Wang Hao wanted to retreat.

It was that the shockwaves forced them to pull back.

A polluted sword light grazed past Cloud Peak.

Cloud Peak silently split apart.

At the fissure, black fleshy growths sprouted.

Yin Jiuyou glanced at it and felt his scalp go numb on the spot.

"This shockwave is way too absurd."

"If I'd been standing there just now, would I be blooming into flowers by now?"

Xue Wuhen said seriously:

"Not necessarily."

Yin Jiuyou had just begun to relax.

Xue Wuhen added:

"You might just have borne fruit directly."

Yin Jiuyou: "..."

Wang Hao didn't join the banter.

He was silently calculating in his heart.

In the ninth floor of Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower, there were still two attacks left at the level of the violet thunder dragon.

That was one of his strongest trump cards.

But even the violet thunder dragon only corresponded to a full-power strike from the ninth realm of martial arts.

Namely, the pinnacle of the Martial God Realm.

Against an ordinary Martial God, it would be enough to annihilate.

Against a half-step Transcendence, it could inflict severe wounds.

But against Ji Wushang within the tenth-rank Demon Domain, it had to land on his most fragile, most critical point to mean anything.

The crack in the withered demon eye.

The small coffin origin in his abdomen.

The white flame demon heart in his chest.

One of the three.

And it had to be unleashed at the moment Ji Wushang was stretched to his limit by the thirty Transcendence Realm ancestors.

Otherwise, even if the violet thunder dragon shot out, it might not even pierce the surface layer of the Demon Domain.

The Nine Swords of Heaven-Opening were the same.

Wang Hao's Nine Swords of Heaven-Opening was a divine-grade martial technique.

Its power was extreme.

If combined with the devouring edge evolved from the New Son of Heaven Sword, it might be able to deliver a decisive blow at the critical moment.

But it still required an opening.

It wasn't that he lacked power.

What he lacked was that single instant in which he could drive that power into Ji Wushang's death point.

At that moment, the Sign-In Intelligence System stirred slightly.

A faint prompt appeared before Wang Hao's eyes.

[Special location detected: Outside Tianxuan Holy Land · Edge of Tenth-Rank Demon Domain.]

[Sign in now?]

Wang Hao's eyes flickered.

Here it comes.

A special location sign-in.

This system was usually so quiet it might as well be dead.

But at a critical moment, at least it wasn't playing corpse.

Wang Hao thought silently.

"Sign in."

[Sign-in successful.]

[Obtained: Domain-Breaking Celestial Needle.]

[Domain-Breaking Celestial Needle: One-time special mystic treasure. Can tear open an instant gap at a weak point in the Demonic Domain's rules. Against a Demon Domain below the tenth rank, it can forcibly breach the domain. Against a tenth-rank Demon Domain, it can only briefly fix a single rule-fissure in place.]

[Intelligence update: Ji Wushang's demonic body is incomplete, and the tenth-rank Demon Domain has not yet reached full maturity. The small coffin in his abdomen is the devouring core, the white flame demon heart in his chest is the driving core, and the withered demon eye is the rule core. The three cores support one another. If one of the three is severely wounded, the Demon Domain will stall for a single breath. If all three are wounded at the same time, his completion process can be interrupted.]

[Current greatest weakness: The crack in the withered demon eye will briefly widen when the Demon Domain backlashes against Transcendence origin power.]

Wang Hao was quietly shaken.

Domain-Breaking Celestial Needle.

A one-breath stall.

The crack in the withered demon eye would widen when the Demon Domain backlash devoured Transcendence origin power.

This intelligence came at exactly the right moment.

But it also meant — to deliver a truly effective strike, he would need to wait until the thirty Transcendence Realm ancestors forced Ji Wushang to the point where he had to use the Demon Domain to backlash against their origin power.

Wang Hao lifted his gaze toward the battlefield.

There, the thirty Transcendence Realm experts were fighting with everything they had.

But Ji Wushang was still wildly ferocious.

He tore open a patch of Sword Dao Pure Land and nearly devoured half of the Sword-Bearing Ancestor's body.

He stamped through Primordial Yellow chains with one step, reached out and seized an ancient-clan Transcendence Realm elder, then slammed him into the black ground.

That ancient-clan Transcendence elder roared, morphing into a hundred-zhang giant, his entire body's true blood burning as he barely weathered Ji Wushang's blow.

But the next instant, the shadow behind him stood up.

The shadow embraced him from behind, opened its mouth, and bit into his neck.

"Damn you!"

The ancient-clan Transcendence elder bellowed, shattering the shadow.

But in that instant, Ji Wushang's bone chain pierced through his shoulder blade.

Flesh and blood were furiously devoured.

Had it not been for Ancestor Xingchen invoking the ancestral bell to rescue him, he too would have been dragged into the small coffin.

“We can’t keep going like this!”

The white-haired Ancestor Tianxuan roared.

“Everyone, burn the ancestral blood!”

At those words, the faces of many ancestors changed.

Burn the ancestral blood.

Not simply burning one’s own origin.

No—it meant burning the very foundations of their remaining lifespans.

Once lit, even if they survived, they would fall to a lower realm, or even pass away shortly after.

Ancestor Xingchen laughed coldly.

“What, wait around to die instead?”

“If this monster devours two more Transcendents, none of us are getting out.”

He was the first to slit his brow.

A single drop of ancestral blood, radiant as a star, flew out and landed on the ancestral star bell.

Boom!

The cracks on the bell glowed, and its toll was now several times stronger than before.

Seeing this, the other ancestors gritted their teeth as well.

“Burn!”

“Kill it!”

“If we retreat today, there is no tomorrow for Zhongzhou!”

Drop after drop of ancestral blood ignited.

The auras of thirty Transcendents surged violently.

The entire strange domain trembled under the pressure.

Wang Hao’s eyes lit up.

“Finally, they’re willing to go all out.”

The new Son of Heaven Sword grew excited as well.

“Master, is it time?”

Wang Hao shook his head.

“Not yet.”

The new Son of Heaven Sword was anxious.

“Still not enough?”

Wang Hao stared at Ji Wushang.

“Ji Wushang hasn’t panicked yet.”

“Wait until he does.”

On the battlefield.

With their ancestral blood burning, the thirty Transcendents finally managed to truly suppress Ji Wushang.

The Xuanhuang Seal shattered half his shoulder.

The Myriad Sword Ancestral Box cut through the remnant banner on his back completely.

The Nine Nether Darkness Lamp burned through a corner of his strange domain.

The Taichu Divine Furnace scorched his chest, making the white-flame strange heart sway violently.

The Mountains and Rivers Ancient Scroll transformed into a primordial divine peak, smashing the small coffin in his belly deeper inward.

The ancestral star bell rang continuously, shaking the maimed strange eye until blood streamed from it.

Ji Wushang’s roars grew more and more crazed.

The tenth-level strange domain churned violently.

In the darkness, coffins surfaced only to sink again.

Countless strange shadows crawled up from beneath the earth, were crushed by the Transcendent pure lands, then were reborn anew.

At last, Ji Wushang was hurt. Truly hurt.

The greed in his maimed strange eye was replaced for the first time by sheer fury.

“You.”

“Deserve death.”

He spread his arms wide.

The small coffin in his belly shook violently.

The white-flame strange heart in his chest beat wildly.

Black threads of law spread from his maimed strange eye.

All three cores lit up at once.

Wang Hao’s breath caught.

The scene from the system’s intelligence—now it matched perfectly.

Ji Wushang was going to use the strange domain to devour the Transcendent origins in return.

The next instant.

Deep within the tenth-level strange domain, every black coffin opened at the same time.

Beneath each of the thirty Transcendents, a coffin materialized.

Inside the coffin was not a corpse.

It was themselves.

Their aged selves.

Their rotting selves.

Their corrupted selves.

Those “selves” all opened their eyes at once and reached out to seize the originals.

This was no illusion.

This was the strange domain’s rule devouring their Transcendent origins in return.

“Steady your minds!”

“Do not look at the coffin selves!”

“Suppress your true selves!”

The thirty ancestors roared without cease.

Yet a few of them still had their auras fluctuate violently.

Ji Wushang seized the moment, his maimed strange eye widening abruptly.

At that same instant, the rift in it expanded as well.

Barely a moment. Barely a sliver. Less than a single breath.

But it was exactly this instant Wang Hao had been waiting for.

In his palm appeared a heaven needle as thin as a hair, fully translucent.

The Domain-Breaking Heaven Needle.

Without a single moment’s hesitation, Wang Hao activated it.

Shiiing!

The needle vanished.

The next moment, the strange domain’s law before Ji Wushang’s maimed eye seemed pinned by an invisible nail.

The darkness froze for one beat.

Ji Wushang seemed to sense something, and turned his head fiercely.

His maimed strange eye pierced through layers of darkness, landing on Wang Hao behind the cloud peak.

That gaze—cold, savage, greedy.

Wang Hao flashed a grin.

“What are you looking at Me for?”

“Keep fighting your own dads.”

The new Son of Heaven Sword trembled all over.

“Master, that was filthy!”

Wang Hao’s left hand raised the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower.

The ninth floor’s gate burst open.

The sleeping purple thunder dragon opened its draconic eyes.

Meanwhile, Wang Hao’s right hand gripped the new Son of Heaven Sword.

The bone patterns on the blade flared, and the devouring black light intertwined with the dead aura of the emperor corpse.

Behind Wang Hao, the imperial dragon aura shot into the sky.

The will of the myriad people turned into a faint golden radiance, cloaking his body.

He was still only at the second layer of the Martial God realm.

But at this moment, he resembled a hunter who had waited for a long time at the edge of a battlefield of gods—and had finally drawn his blade.

Not charging in. Not throwing his life away.

Delivering the killing blow.

Wang Hao’s gaze was icy, his voice low.

“There is only one chance.”

“Bite it to death for Me.”