The Blood Lotus Martial God’s expression changed. He turned and tried to flee.
But Wang Hao had been waiting for this moment.
His figure shot into the air like a ghost.
“Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm—First Strike!”
Boom!
The vitality of heaven and earth abruptly sank.
The Blood Lotus Martial God’s body came to a sudden halt.
“Wang Hao!”
He cried out in shock and fury.
But Wang Hao was even more furious than he was.
“Blood Lotus cur!”
“You destroyed my entire family, and that still wasn’t enough?”
“You even tried to assassinate the Young Lord of Yellow Springs and frame me for it!”
“Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm—Second Strike!”
Boom!
The Blood Lotus Martial God was forced down onto one knee in midair.
Wang Hao drew the New·Son of Heaven Sword with a backhand motion.
“Fellow cultivators, take a good look!”
“This is what the Holy Land is!”
“They don’t dare fight us openly, so they resort to assassinating the Young Lord!”
The Blood Lotus Martial God roared, “It was clearly you—”
Pfft!
The New·Son of Heaven Sword stabbed straight into his mouth.
“Shut up.”
“Don’t you know that villains always die because they talk too much?”
Wang Hao brought his palm down.
“Third Strike!”
Boom!
The Blood Lotus Martial God’s physical body exploded. His soul was just about to escape when the aura of the Yellow Springs False-Soul Talisman wrapped around it, transforming it into a chaotic mass of soul-light.
Wang Hao secretly drove the talisman into the remnants of his soul.
In an instant, that remnant soul manifested a vague will.
“On… orders… kill Meng Que… provoke… a war…”
The voice came in broken fragments.
But it was enough.
Meng Xuan held the gravely wounded Meng Que in his arms, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
“The Blood Lotus Holy Land!”
The aura of the Yellow Springs Ancestor instantly surged.
“Good!”
“Very good!”
“You dared kill the Young Lord of Yellow Springs right in front of me!”
On the Holy Land’s side, the Blood-Robed Elder’s expression changed drastically.
“It wasn’t us—”
But no one was listening.
Because the corpse was real.
The assassination was real.
Meng Que’s grievous injuries were real.
And the remnant soul’s testimony was also “real.”
Covered in blood, Wang Hao stood in midair and let out a furious, anguished roar:
“Everyone!”
“Are we still going to tolerate this?”
“The Holy Land’s blade has already been driven into the Young Lord of Yellow Springs’ chest!”
“Take one step back today, and tomorrow you’ll die on your knees!”
“Kill!”
The Yellow Springs Demon Sect erupted first.
The Myriad Souls Demon Sect followed close behind.
Tu Qianshan of the Blood Prison Demon Sect threw his head back and laughed wildly, cleaving a thousand-zhang stretch of earth apart with a single saber strike.
“Kill!”
Gu Ming of the White Bone Demon Sect let out a sigh.
“Enough.”
“Advance the Corpse Formation.”
The Holy and Demonic factions had both been forced into a dead end.
The Taiyin Old Matriarch shouted angrily:
“Engage!”
Boom!
The Holy and Demonic forces collided like two continents crashing into each other.
At that moment, heaven and earth completely shattered.
Wang Hao, meanwhile, landed back on the ground and casually picked up the Blood Lotus Martial God’s storage ring.
He weighed it in his hand.
It was quite heavy.
Wang Hao let out a soft sigh.
“War is truly cruel.”
The New·Son of Heaven Sword said gloomily:
“Master, you can’t hide that smile at the corner of your mouth.”
Wang Hao immediately put on an expression of grief and indignation.
“Shut up.”
“Keep picking things up.”
The instant the Holy-Demonic War erupted, three thousand miles beyond Yellow Springs Ferry was transformed into a living hell.
No.
This place had always been a den of sin.
It was simply that someone had now peeled back another layer of its hellish nature.
High above the heavens, Transcendent experts clashed.
With the power of the Yellow Springs Ferry formation behind him, the Yellow Springs Ancestor fought three enemies at once, holding his own against the three Transcendents Taiyin, Sword Ruins, and Blood Lotus.
In the distance, even more experts from the Holy Lands arrived.
An old man in golden armor from the Golden Vault Holy Land brought out a golden divine tower. Tower-light cascaded down, suppressing the Myriad Souls.
From within the soul sea of the Myriad Souls Demon Sect, an ancient ghostly figure also emerged. Half of his body was illusory, while the other half resembled a rotting corpse.
The moment he appeared, countless wails rang out across heaven and earth.
“Junior of the Golden Vault.”
“Back in the day, even your ancestor wouldn’t have dared shine so brightly in front of this old man.”
The golden-armored elder snorted coldly.
“Myriad Souls Old Fiend. You’re still alive?”
“Your Sacred Land hasn’t been destroyed yet. How could this old man bear to die?”
Boom!
Another Transcendent battlefield erupted into existence.
Below, the battle between Martial Gods raged like falling stars.
The Martial Gods of the Sword Ruins wielded their swords into a river, sword-light sweeping through the field and blasting corpse puppets apart by the score.
The corpse formations of the White Bone Demon Sect advanced without fear of death. Corpse puppets marched forward over the remains of their companions, a tide of white bones surging onward.
The Martial Gods of the Lunar Sacred Land froze the earth, moonlight spreading across a thousand miles.
The Netherworld Demon Sect shook its soul banners, and resentful spirits tore at the moonlight.
The blood-armored army of the Blood Prison Demon Sect was like a crimson blade, stabbing viciously into the Sacred Land’s ranks.
The golden-armored Martial Gods of the Golden Palace Sacred Land formed ranks to resist. The two sides crashed together with a roar like mountains collapsing and seas overturning.
This was war in a high-martial world.
Not the formations of ordinary mortal armies.
A single Martial God could shatter mountains with a raised hand.
A single Transcendent could split the heavens with a turn of the body.
But when dozens of Martial Gods and several Transcendents went to war at once, even heaven and earth seemed fragile.
The Black Plains collapsed.
The Nether River flowed backward.
Countless mountains were reduced to dust.
Spatial rifts darted across the battlefield like black lightning. One careless move, and even a Martial God could be sliced in half.
Wang Hao kept to the edge of the battlefield.
It was not that he did not want to join in.
He simply felt that rushing in for a head-on fight did not accord with Great Xia’s traditional virtue of thrift and prudent housekeeping.
War was cruel.
Resources were innocent.
He had to save all those storage rings, spirit weapons, soul banners, and damaged sinister artifacts that were about to be lost on the battlefield.
Yin Jiuyou followed behind him, carrying a specially made burlap sack.
Four words were written on it:
Battlefield Relics.
When Han Shanyue saw it, he fell silent for a long while.
In the end, he asked only one question:
“Your Majesty, when did you prepare that sack?”
Wang Hao answered blandly,
“When traveling abroad, one must always be prepared for any contingency.”
The Demon Lord looked over the chaotic battlefield, then at Wang Hao, and could not help asking,
“Aren’t you afraid this will get out of hand?”
Wang Hao smashed a Sacred Land cultivator at the True Intent Realm who had tried to sneak up on him with a single palm strike, then casually removed the man’s storage ring.
“I am.”
“That is why I have been keeping it under control.”
The Demon Lord’s mouth twitched.
“This is what you call keeping it under control?”
In the distance, two Transcendents were fighting so fiercely that the sky itself was splitting apart.
And this was under control?
Wang Hao said earnestly,
“At least it hasn’t reached Great Xia yet.”
The Demon Lord: “...”
Very well.
That was an emperor’s standard, all right.
Boom!
A streak of sword qi from the Sword Ruins tore across the battlefield, slashing toward Wang Hao’s position.
Before it even arrived, the ground had already split open.
Wang Hao’s gaze turned cold.
He raised a hand.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower appeared in his palm.
The small black tower was ancient and heavy. Thunder patterns flowed over its surface, as though it imprisoned an entire purgatory of lightning.
“Open the eighth floor.”
The tower gate burst open.
Screee!
A thunder phoenix shot out from the tower. Its violet-white lightning feathers spread wide as it carried the thunderous might of the peak of the Eighth Realm and collided with the sword qi.
Boom!
The thunder phoenix exploded.
Most of the sword qi was dispersed as well.
The shockwave swept over him, making Wang Hao’s robes flap violently, yet he did not move an inch.
Several disciples of the Netherworld Demon Sect nearby saw this, their eyes filled with shock.
“Brother Blood is incredibly strong!”
“A second-layer Martial God actually blocked a strike from a Sword Ruins Martial God?”
“No wonder the Sacred Lands are hunting him down!”
Hearing this, Wang Hao’s face paled as he coughed lightly.
“Do not panic, everyone.”
“Though I, Blood Wusheng, am gravely wounded, I can still fight!”
The moment the words left his mouth, he turned and ran in another direction.
The several Netherworld disciples stood there, stunned.
The New Son of Heaven Sword flew past them, explaining:
“Strategic withdrawal.”
“That’s how experts do it.”
The White Bone disciple suddenly understood.
“I see.”
Wang Hao arrived amid a pile of corpse-puppet wreckage.
A Martial God from the White Bone Demon Sect had just perished alongside a Martial God from the Golden Tower Sacred Land.
Both corpses were still warm.
Strictly speaking, the one from the White Bone Demon Sect had never been particularly warm to begin with.
Wang Hao’s eyes lit up.
Two Martial Gods.
Two storage rings.
A Golden Tower battle halberd.
A White Bone Soul Staff.
And half of a Martial God corpse-puppet core.
He had struck it rich.
He had just reached out when a cold voice sounded from behind him.
“What are you doing?”
Wang Hao froze.
He turned around.
The White Bone Demon Sect’s Grand Elder, Gu Ming, was staring coldly at him.
His gaze made Wang Hao look like a grave robber caught in the act.
Wang Hao’s expression immediately turned solemn.
“Senior.”
“I’m merely gathering the belongings of our fallen comrades.”
Gu Ming sneered.
“Gathering them into your own pockets?”
Wang Hao sighed.
“The battlefield is chaotic.”
“If I don’t secure them temporarily, what if the Sacred Lands snatch them away? Wouldn’t that leave our fallen comrade unable to rest in peace?”
Gu Ming looked at him.
Wang Hao looked back at Gu Ming.
After a moment, Gu Ming held out his hand.
“Give me the belongings of the White Bone Demon Sect disciple.”
Wang Hao immediately handed over the White Bone Soul Staff.
Gu Ming continued staring at him.
Wang Hao then handed over the White Bone Martial God’s identity token.
Gu Ming still stared at him.
Wang Hao fell silent for a moment before reluctantly handing over the storage ring.
Only then did Gu Ming give a cold snort.
“The one from the Golden Tower Sacred Land is yours.”
Wang Hao’s eyes lit up.
“Senior, your righteousness is truly admirable!”
Gu Ming said coldly:
“Stop flattering me.”
“You’re a viciously greedy brat.”
Wang Hao said earnestly:
“Senior, you misunderstand.”
“I’m simply poor enough to be traumatized by it.”
Gu Ming gave him a long, searching look.
“I hope I don’t discover that you’re scheming against the White Bone Demon Sect as well.”
Wang Hao wore an utterly frank expression.
“Rest assured, Senior.”
“With the Sacred Lands before us, I will advance and retreat together with the Land of Sin.”
Gu Ming turned and left.
Wang Hao watched his retreating back, his eyes narrowing slightly.
That old man wasn’t easy to fool.
He would have to find a chance to keep him occupied.
Just then, new intelligence from the system appeared in his mind.
【Intelligence Update: Three Martial Gods from the Sword Ruins Sacred Land will launch a surprise attack on the core of the White Bone Demon Sect’s corpse formation from the left flank. If Gu Ming does not return to defend it, the White Bone corpse formation will collapse in fifteen minutes.】
The corners of Wang Hao’s mouth curled upward.
Hadn’t opportunity just presented itself?
He immediately shouted:
“Senior Gu Ming!”
“The sword qi on the left flank is behaving strangely!”
“The Sword Ruins Sacred Land is trying to ambush the corpse formation’s core!”
Gu Ming’s footsteps halted.
He abruptly looked toward the left flank.
Sure enough, three faint streaks of sword light were skimming rapidly across the ground, nearly blending into the aftershocks of the battlefield.
Had Wang Hao not warned him, he might not have noticed them in time.
Gu Ming’s expression changed.
“Those bastards from the Sword Ruins Sacred Land!”
The seven Martial God corpse puppets behind him turned in unison and charged toward the left flank.
The White Bone corpse formation stabilized as a result.
Wang Hao watched Gu Ming disappear into the distance and let out a soft sigh.
“I truly am a good man.”
Yin Jiuyou came over, carrying a sack.
“Your Majesty, that Golden Tower Martial God’s storage ring…”
Wang Hao immediately put it away.
“This is what I deserve.”
At the center of the battlefield, Tu Qianshan was fighting with the greatest ferocity.
His enormous blood-red serrated saber swept across the battlefield. Every time it descended, a Martial God from one of the Sacred Lands was sent flying while coughing blood.
Yet he was also surrounded by three Martial Gods from the Golden Tower Sacred Land.
A golden battle formation descended like a heavenly prison, trapping him within.
Tu Qianshan roared again and again, but for the moment, he was unable to break free.
Wang Hao saw it from afar, and his eyes flickered.
The Blood Prison Demon Sect was the most impulsive party at the moment.
Tu Qianshan could not be allowed to die.
If he died, the Blood Prison Demon Sect might go berserk—but it might also fall into disarray.
The best outcome would be for him to be badly wounded but survive, so that his hatred for the Sacred Lands would deepen.
Wang Hao raised a hand.
The Demon-Suppressing Thunder Abyss Tower trembled once more.
“The ninth floor.”
The tower gate opened.
Violet lightning glowed like the opening eye of a dragon.
A purple thunder dragon roared out, carrying the full force of a Ninth-Realm strike. It tore across the battlefield and blasted toward the golden battle formation trapping Tu Qianshan.
Boom!
One corner of the golden formation was blown apart.
Seizing the opportunity, Tu Qianshan slashed out with his blade, cleaving a Golden Pavilion Martial God in two from shoulder to abdomen.
Blood sprayed across the void.
“Hahaha!”
“Blood Wusheng!”
“I owe you one!”
Wang Hao’s face turned pale, and his body swayed.
“There’s no need for that, Senior!”
“I simply cannot stand to see the Sacred Lands bullying the few with their numbers!”
The new Son of Heaven Sword muttered softly:
“Master, didn’t you just say you wanted him badly wounded but not dead?”
Wang Hao’s expression did not change.
“Shut up.”
With Tu Qianshan saved, the Blood Prison Demon Sect’s morale soared.
The blood-armored army grew even more frenzied, forcibly tearing open a gap in the Golden Pavilion Sacred Land’s battle lines.
At last, the Sacred Lands truly lost their temper.
The white-robed old crone of the Lunar Sacred Land brought forth a frigid moon.
The cold moon rose into the sky, freezing ten thousand miles of land.
Countless low-ranking demon cultivators were instantly transformed into ice sculptures.
The disciples of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect suffered heavy casualties.
Meng Xuan’s eyes turned bloodshot at the sight.
“You old dog of the Lunar Sect!”
He summoned the Yellow Springs Ferryman’s Token.
A tributary of the Yellow Springs surged backward into the heavens, transforming into a massive, murky-yellow python that lunged at the white-robed old crone.
The battle between the Martial Gods on both sides became even more brutal.
Wang Hao watched the vast number of dead demon cultivators, his gaze darkening.
These people were not citizens of Great Xia.
Nor were they decent men and women.
Their hands were stained with blood.
But the Sacred Lands were by no means innocent either.
This battle was a fight between wolves and tigers.
He would pity neither side.
But he intended to use this clash between tigers and wolves to buy Great Xia time to catch its breath.
Ji Wushang was severely wounded.
The Twelve Sacred Lands were in turmoil.
War had broken out in the Land of Sin.
The more chaotic the Central Continent became, the safer Great Xia would be.
He was the Emperor.
An emperor’s mercy must first be reserved for his own people.
As for the corpses of his enemies—
The best use for them was to pave the road ahead.
And if they could not pave the road, they could still be sold for money.
Boom!
Suddenly, a baleful beam of blood-lotus light pierced through the battlefield, shooting straight toward Wang Hao’s back.
The Blood-Robed Elder had actually diverted a thread of killing intent from the battle among Transcendents and locked onto him.
“Wang Hao!”
“Die!”
Though this was merely a casual strike from a Transcendent Realm expert,
it was more than enough to obliterate a Martial God.
Every hair on Wang Hao’s body stood on end.
His faith-power protective divine ability stirred restlessly.
But he did not wish to waste it.
It was a trump card capable of blocking a full-force strike from a peak Martial God.
If the aftermath of a Transcendent’s attack proved too powerful, using the shield might not be worth it.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes.
Heaven-Imprisoning, Earth-Overturning Palm!
First palm!
Second palm!
Third palm!
Three palms burst forth in succession, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to collapse layer by layer.
The blood-lotus baleful light was weakened by a third.
Wang Hao then opened the eighth floor of the Demon-Suppressing Thunder Abyss Tower.
A thunder phoenix collided with the baleful light.
Boom!
The thunder phoenix shattered.
Yet the baleful light still retained lingering force.
Wang Hao gripped the new Son of Heaven Sword and unleashed the first sword of the Nine Swords That Split Open Heaven.
The sword light was like a single line splitting open the heavens.
Bang!
His entire body was hurled backward. Blood and qi churned violently in his chest, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
But he did not die.
The demon cultivators across the battlefield witnessed the scene, their expressions shaken.
A Second-Layer Martial God had forcibly blocked a thread of killing intent from a Transcendent Realm expert!
He had relied on an uncanny artifact and divine techniques, but it was still astonishing enough.
Wang Hao dropped to one knee, lifting his head to look at the Blood-Robed Elder.
Then he suddenly laughed.
A laugh filled with desolation and madness.
“You old dog of the Blood Lotus!”
“You can’t kill me!”
“If I, Blood Wusheng, survive today, I will expose every filthy deed of your Blood Lotus Holy Land to the entire world!”
The Blood-Robed Elder was so furious that his eyes nearly split apart.
“You’re still putting on an act!”
Wang Hao roared:
“Did you all see that?!”
“A Transcendence Realm expert attacking someone like me, only at the second level of the Martial God Realm!”
“This is the bearing of a Holy Land!”
“They’re afraid!”
“They’re afraid of the truth!”
“They’re afraid the Lands of Sin will unite!”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
