Half-Immortal's Bloody Battle, the Thunder Tower Opens Its Door

The Dark Immortal Gate stretched across the heavens.

It was not a real gate.

It was more like a dark abyss forcibly nailed above the Nine Provinces.

Beyond the gate was mist.

Within the mist were shadows.

The shadows were so vast they defied description. It seemed that if even one finger reached out, it could crush the entire ruins of Blackheaven City into dust.

The Demon Lord stood before the Immortal Gate.

His chest was split open.

Half-immortal blood dripped continuously from the wound.

The backlash from the three great anchors churned inside him like three venomous dragons.

The resentful flames of the Ten Thousand Contracts Altar scorched his Dao Fruit.

The power unleashed by the collapse of the Earth Vein Demon Pillar tore at his flesh.

The lingering resentment from the Human-Skin Lake had transformed into billions upon billions of gray-white vengeful souls, crazily gnawing at the Dark Immortal Gate.

But even so—

He was still a half-immortal.

Even if he was incomplete.

Even if he was suffering the backlash.

Even if his Dao Fruit was on the verge of collapse.

He was still a half-immortal!

“You all…”

The Demon Lord slowly raised his head.

His eyes had already turned completely black.

There was no white.

No pupils.

Only an endless abyss.

“You truly think that just because this lord is suffering the backlash, you can kill me?”

The moment his voice fell, the entire world sank.

The Martial Gods felt as if an ancient demonic mountain had been pressed down upon their shoulders.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch let out a muffled groan, and the phantom of the waning moon behind her shook violently.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor’s tributary of the Yellow Springs reversed beneath his feet, while countless ghosts in the water shrieked in terror.

The Sword Ruins powerhouse’s right arm had already transformed into sword light. His sword intent still soared into the heavens, but even his ramrod-straight back bent by the slightest degree at that moment.

The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse cursed furiously.

“You’re already at death’s door, and you’re still putting on airs?”

“So what if you’re a half-immortal?”

“I’m biting you today, no matter what!”

Before his voice had even faded, the blood-red heart in his chest, covered in cracks, suddenly swelled.

Boom!

The blood heart exploded into a ring of blood.

Wherever the blood ring passed, the void corroded into crimson cracks.

The man transformed into a streak of blood-colored light and slammed into the wound in the Demon Lord’s chest.

“Blood Prison Burial of the Gods!”

This strike was the Blood Prison’s ultimate life-or-death technique.

It used the heart as a sacrifice.

And blood as a blade.

After striking, the user’s cultivation would fall drastically.

He might even die on the spot.

But the Blood Prison powerhouse did not retreat.

He feared death.

But he feared the Demon Lord surviving even more.

If the Demon Lord became an immortal, whether it was the demonic path of the Nine Provinces or the sacred grounds, all of them would become dust beneath his feet.

More importantly—

That bastard Wang Hao was behind them, using the Blood Tax Token to steal half-immortal blood!

If he did not fight with everything he had now, he would not even get to drink the leftovers after the battle.

“Get lost.”

The Demon Lord spat out a single cold word.

He raised his hand and struck down with his palm.

Dark immortal light condensed into a massive hand that seized the Blood Prison powerhouse directly.

The Blood Prison powerhouse laughed wildly.

“I’m not getting lost!”

“I’m clinging to you today, you bastard!”

Boom!

His blood-colored body exploded.

Countless blood-colored runes, like maggots burrowing into bone, drilled into the crack in the Demon Lord’s chest.

The Demon Lord’s expression changed.

Those blood runes were not particularly powerful.

But they were unbelievably vile.

They did not harm the flesh. They merely polluted the half-immortal blood.

Under normal circumstances, a single thought from the Demon Lord would have shattered them.

But now, with the three anchors rebelling against him and his Dao Fruit thrown out of balance, the blood runes were like salt rubbed into an open wound—burning, stinging, and excruciating.

The Demon Lord let out a furious roar.

He shook his hand backward.

The Blood Prison powerhouse’s ruined body was sent flying ten thousand zhang, and half of his body shattered directly into a mist of blood.

“Blood Prison!”

The White Bone Old Monster let out a strange cry.

There was even a rare hint of alarm in his voice.

The Blood Prison powerhouse lay in the ruins, his aura weak, yet he was still laughing.

“Old bones…”

“I got a bite in…”

The White Bone Old Monster’s bone fire trembled.

In the next moment, he cursed.

“Idiot.”

After cursing, he abruptly tore out three of his own ribs.

The ribs burned in midair, transforming into three ghastly white spikes.

“White Bone Immortal-Suppressing Nails!”

“Nail!”

The three white bone nails tore through the sky.

Each nail was engraved with densely packed bone patterns.

They were the innate bone patterns the White Bone Old Monster had condensed after refining mountains of corpses for ten thousand years.

One nail sealed the physical body.

One nail pinned the soul.

One nail fixed the aura.

The Demon Lord’s gaze turned cold.

He was just about to raise his hand when Taiyin light had already descended first.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch bit through the tip of her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of vital blood onto the waning moon.

“Taiyin Seals the Heavens!”

The waning moon hung high in the sky.

Cold spread for a thousand li.

Even the dark immortal light swirling around the Demon Lord stalled for a brief moment.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor also shouted at the same instant:

“Yellow Springs Locks the Soul!”

The turbid Yellow Springs transformed into nine great rivers, winding around the Demon Lord’s hands and feet from nine different directions.

The Sword Ruins powerhouse transformed into sword light. His entire body seemed to become a sword scar that did not belong to the mortal world.

“Sever the Gate.”

He said only those two words.

Then he brought his sword down upon the crack in the Dark Immortal Gate.

Boom!

The three white bone nails finally pierced into the Demon Lord’s body.

The first pierced his shoulder.

The second pierced his chest.

The third stopped three inches before his brow, blocked by the Demon Lord’s half-immortal divine sense.

The Demon Lord laughed in fury.

“Good.”

“Very good.”

“Today, I shall show you why a half-immortal is a half-immortal!”

He abruptly spread both arms.

The Dark Immortal Gate shook.

Strands of pitch-black immortal qi descended from within the gate.

The immortal qi was no longer gentle.

Nor did it stabilize the Dao Fruit.

Instead, it poured frenziedly into the Demon Lord’s body, as if burning away his lifespan.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch’s expression changed dramatically.

“Not good!”

“He’s burning his half-immortal Dao Fruit!”

The Yellow Springs Ancestor cried out hoarsely:

“Has he gone mad?”

“His Dao Fruit is already rebelling, and he still dares to burn it?”

The Sword Ruins powerhouse’s eyes darkened.

“He intends to kill us all within the time it takes an incense stick to burn.”

The Demon Lord’s laughter boomed like thunder.

“Since the path to immortality has already been severed, I shall kill every last one of you first, then reconstruct the anchors.”

“Wang Hao.”

“You will be the last one I kill.”

Wang Hao stood a hundred li away, the Half-Immortal Blood Tax Token in his hand.

His face darkened when he heard that.

“Senior.”

“That’s a little lacking in class.”

“Everyone’s attacking you. Why am I the one you’re saving for last?”

The New Emperor Sword whispered from beside him:

“Master, is it possible that you’re simply the most despicable?”

Wang Hao lowered his head and looked at it.

The New Emperor Sword immediately changed its answer.

“I mean, Master has the greatest strategic value.”

Wang Hao snorted coldly.

But in his heart, he understood clearly that the Demon Lord was truly about to flip the table.

Burning his half-immortal Dao Fruit—

That was equivalent to igniting his entire future in exchange for extreme combat power in the short term.

If the Demon Lord succeeded in unleashing his power, the Martial Gods might truly be blasted apart one after another.

“We can’t let him gain momentum.”

Wang Hao’s gaze turned cold.

He looked inward at his own body.

The power of the ninth Martial God stage surged like an ocean.

He could still use his divine-grade martial technique.

The New Emperor Sword had just swallowed several drops of half-immortal blood, and the aura within its blade was rapidly growing stronger.

But it was still not enough.

A half-immortal burning his Dao Fruit was not something an ordinary Martial God could withstand.

Wang Hao suddenly raised his hand.

A purple-black ancient tower appeared in his palm.

The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower!

Ranked fifty-sixth among the Strange Artifacts.

The tower was ancient and unadorned. Lightning patterns wound across the eaves of its nine stories.

The instant it appeared, the remaining thunderbolts between heaven and earth surged toward the ancient tower like beasts that had caught the scent of blood.

The New Emperor Sword froze.

“Master.”

“You’re going to open the tower?”

Wang Hao replied:

“If not, then what?”

“Am I supposed to save it for the New Year and offer birthday congratulations to the Demon Lord?”

The New Emperor Sword grew excited.

“The ninth level?”

Wang Hao looked at the Demon Lord, whose aura was becoming more and more terrifying, and his gaze deepened.

The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower could currently unleash only two full-power attacks at the ninth realm.

The purple thunder dragon.

This was his trump card.

His true trump card.

He had not used it before because the time had not yet come.

Now that the Demon Lord was burning his Dao Fruit, his aura was at its strongest—and the backlash within him was at its most chaotic.

Thunder was the natural bane of evil.

If he could blast him at this very moment, then even if it failed to kill him, it would still disrupt the rhythm of his burning his Dao Fruit.

Wang Hao raised the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, his voice resounding throughout heaven and earth.

“Senior experts!”

“I possess a pagoda that can blast a Half-Immortal!”

All the Martial Gods abruptly turned their heads.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch’s eyes narrowed.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor’s pupils contracted.

The White Bone Old Monster’s bone fire trembled violently.

“That bastard still has another trump card?”

Lying in the ruins, the Blood Prison powerhouse weakly cursed:

“Damn it…”

“I knew he hadn’t been fighting seriously just now…”

Wang Hao wore an expression of righteous solemnity.

“Don’t misunderstand.”

“It’s not that I wasn’t fighting.”

“I was simply making a precision strike.”

The Demon Lord also turned his gaze toward the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

For the first time, a trace of wariness appeared in his eyes.

It wasn’t that he feared the pagoda could kill him.

He feared that the lightning would disrupt the rhythm of his burning his Dao Fruit.

“Wang Hao!”

The Demon Lord took a single step forward.

At that moment, he moved so quickly that everyone’s vision blurred.

The Taiyin Heaven-Sealing Formation was torn apart.

The Yellow Springs Soul-Locking Chain was shattered.

One of the White Bone Immortal-Suppressing Nails directly broke apart.

The Demon Lord instantly charged toward Wang Hao.

Wang Hao’s scalp went numb.

“Stop him!”

There was no need for him to say more.