The Shattering of Dark Immortal Light

The Sword Ruins powerhouse had already blocked the Demon Lord’s path.

He became a sword himself, sword light stretching across heaven and earth.

The Demon Lord threw a punch.

Boom!

The sword light exploded.

The Sword Ruins powerhouse spat blood and was sent flying backward.

But he had forcibly held the Demon Lord back for half a breath.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch took his place.

A waning moon descended.

The Demon Lord shattered it with a single palm strike.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch’s white hair was stained red with blood. Her body staggered backward, but she too managed to delay him for half a breath.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor let out a furious roar. The phantom of the Yellow Springs Ghost Emperor wrapped itself around the Demon Lord’s waist.

The Demon Lord’s elbow came crashing down, and half of the Yellow Springs Ghost Emperor’s body exploded.

Another half breath.

These successive half breaths had all been bought with the Martial Gods’ lives.

A fierce glint flashed through Wang Hao’s eyes.

“Enough.”

“Thunder Abyss Suppression Demon Tower, ninth level, open!”

Rumble!

The tower gates opened.

In an instant, heaven and earth turned purple.

A purple thunder dragon shot out from within the tower.

Its scales were sharply defined, its dragon horns were like heavenly blades, and its eyes were like two purple suns.

This was no ordinary thunder.

It was the annihilating demonic might formed from the full-power strike of a ninth-realm expert!

The thunder dragon roared, its voice shaking ten thousand miles.

Above the ruins of Black Sky City, stretching across three thousand miles, all the demonic energy was forced backward by that roar.

The Demon Lord abruptly raised his head.

The purple thunder dragon had already slammed into the wound on his chest.

Boom!

The world fell silent.

Purple lightning exploded.

The dark immortal light shattered.

The thunder tore open a charred black hole in the Demon Lord’s chest.

Half-immortal blood gushed forth.

More terrifyingly, the lightning followed the wound into his body, colliding with the backlash from the Three Anchors.

The backlash exploded.

The Demon Lord threw his head back and roared in fury.

The dark immortal gate behind him shook violently.

The cracks across its surface instantly widened several times over.

The eyes of all the Martial Gods lit up in unison.

An opening!

Wang Hao’s eyes lit up as well.

Not because the Demon Lord had been injured.

But because even more half-immortal blood was spraying out.

As he coughed up blood, he raised the Half-Immortal Blood Tax Token.

“New Sword!”

“Collect the blood!”

The New Emperor Sword cried out excitedly:

“It’s here, it’s here!”

The Martial Gods: “…”

At that moment, they suddenly felt that while the Demon Lord’s condition was indeed tragic…

Wang Hao was genuinely asking to be killed.

The purple lightning had yet to disperse.

From the charred wound on the Demon Lord’s chest, half-immortal blood surged out like a reversed waterfall.

Every drop of blood that fell could punch through mountains and rivers.

The Half-Immortal Blood Tax Token in Wang Hao’s hand trembled wildly.

The dark-gold token was like a starving hound that had gone eight hundred years without food. The moment it saw half-immortal blood, it began sucking it in desperately.

One stream of blood after another converged.

The words “Blood Tax” on the token grew brighter and brighter.

The New Emperor Sword transformed into a streak of silver light and darted back and forth around the battlefield.

It dodged the demonic eruption of the half-immortal blood while devouring the droplets purified by the thunder.

“Delicious!”

“So delicious!”

“Master, I feel like I’m evolving!”

Wang Hao’s eyes shifted.

“Can you fight a half-immortal now?”

The New Emperor Sword fell silent for a moment.

“No.”

Wang Hao’s expression darkened.

“Then what are you so excited about?”

The New Emperor Sword answered with complete justification:

“I’ve grown a little stronger from the seventh realm!”

“I still can’t beat a half-immortal, but I can run away more bravely now.”

Wang Hao: “…”

Wonderful.

As expected of an artifact spirit born from his darker side.

Whether it was strong or not was another matter.

When it came to the instinct to survive, it had inherited his essence completely.

But there was not the slightest hint of ease at the center of the battlefield.

The Thunder Abyss Suppression Demon Tower’s strike had indeed dealt the Demon Lord a heavy blow.

But it had also completely ignited his savagery.

His chest was charred black, with white bone faintly visible beneath.

Only two of the three white-bone spikes remained.

Taiyin chill had frozen his shoulder, but dark immortal flame was burning it away inch by inch.

The blood talismans left behind by the Blood Prison powerhouse continued to contaminate the wound.

Yellow Springs water coiled around his legs, while sword scars from the Sword Ruins were etched across the cracks in the immortal gate.

The Martial Gods had layered one trump card after another.

At last, they had forced this half-immortal to reveal a battered appearance.

But even a battered half-immortal was still a half-immortal.

“Every one of you will die.”

The Demon Lord spoke in a low voice.

His voice was not loud.

Yet it sent a chill through every heart.

In the next moment, he reached out and seized the white-bone spike embedded in his shoulder, then tore it out by force.

The White Bone Old Monster let out a shrill cry, and his bone fire dimmed by half.

That spike was his life-bound bone.

Having it ripped out was equivalent to having a piece of his soul carved away.

The Demon Lord did not even look at it. He threw the white-bone spike backhanded.

Whoosh!

The spike pierced through the void.

It shot straight toward the White Bone Old Monster’s brow.

The White Bone Old Monster was horrified.

“Save me!”

The Taiyin Old Matriarch tried to intervene, but dark immortal light pinned her down.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor was too far away.

The Sword Ruins powerhouse was still too badly wounded to rise.

The White Bone Old Monster was about to be killed by his own life-bound spike when a golden palm print swept across the sky.

Heaven-Prison-Sealing, Earth-Covering Palm!

First Palm!

The palm print struck the white-bone spike.

Boom!

Wang Hao staggered backward, his palm numb.

The white-bone spike veered three inches to the side, grazing the White Bone Old Monster’s skull before flying past and piercing a broken mountain in the distance.

The White Bone Old Monster had survived by a hair. His bone fire trembled violently.

He looked at Wang Hao.

His expression was exceedingly complicated.

“You saved me?”

Wang Hao wore a solemn expression.

“Senior, you misunderstand.”

“I did not save you.”

“You still owe Great Xia its postwar share, along with your taxes.”

The White Bone Old Monster: “…”

All his gratitude vanished.

Every last bit of it.

The Demon Lord, however, looked coldly at Wang Hao.

“You still dare to interfere?”

Wang Hao shook his numb hand.

“I’ve always been this daring.”

“I simply care about cost-effectiveness.”

As he spoke, the fragment of the Heavenly Mandate Tax Ledger hidden in his sleeve gave off a faint glow.

That palm strike used to save the White Bone Old Monster had not been motivated by kindness alone.

The White Bone Old Monster might be sinister, but at this moment, he was still combat power.

Combat power was an asset.

Assets could not be allowed to disappear casually.

Especially before the accounts had been settled.

The Demon Lord stamped his foot.

The entire void exploded.

He did not pursue Wang Hao again.

Instead, he turned and charged toward the weakest Martial God of the Myriad Souls Sect.

On a battlefield, the most terrifying thing was not a powerful expert losing his temper.

It was a powerful expert regaining his composure.

The Demon Lord had clearly understood by now.

Wang Hao was as slippery as a loach.

He would not be able to kill him in a short time.

In that case, he would kill the other Martial Gods first.

Once their encirclement collapsed, he would still have a chance to turn the tables and kill everyone.

The Martial God of the Myriad Souls Sect turned pale.

His Myriad Souls Banner was already broken, and seventy to eighty percent of the fierce souls within it had been exhausted.

Now, with the Demon Lord charging toward him, despair appeared in his eyes.

But in the next instant, despair turned into madness.

“I have cultivated the Myriad Souls Dao for three thousand years.”

“I devoured human souls and refined ghost spirits. The world cursed me as a demon.”

“If I die today at the hands of a half-immortal, it will still have been worth it!”

He suddenly spread his arms wide.

The broken Myriad Souls Banner began to burn.

Countless fierce souls surged out of his body.

Those fierce souls were no longer under his control.

Some cursed him.

Some tore at him.

Others, crushed by the Demon Lord’s aura, turned around and pounced on the Demon Lord instead.

The Martial God of the Myriad Souls Sect laughed loudly.

“Wang Hao!”

“Keep the books!”

“How much credit does this strike count for?”

Wang Hao’s gaze grew somber.

He knew that the Martial God of the Myriad Souls Sect was about to die.

This strike was a complete sacrifice of his own soul.

Wang Hao shouted:

“Candidate for first merit!”

The Martial God of the Myriad Souls Sect froze.

“Candidate?”

“Wang Hao, you damn…”

Before he could finish, his entire body exploded into a sky full of soul fire.

Myriad Souls Burn the Immortal!

Black soul fire spread across the sky, instantly enveloping the Demon Lord.

Countless fierce souls burrowed into the Demon Lord’s wounds, tearing at his soul.

The Demon Lord roared in fury.

He brought his palm down.

Most of the soul fire shattered.

The aura of the Martial God of the Myriad Souls Sect vanished completely.

All that remained in the heavens and earth was a broken Myriad Souls Banner, slowly drifting down from the sky.

The Martial Gods fell silent for a moment.

They were not close to the Myriad Souls Sect.

In fact, quite a few of them had wanted to kill him themselves.

But now, watching a Martial God perish completely, all of them felt the sorrow of a rabbit mourning the death of its companion.

A Martial God.

The pinnacle of the Nine Provinces.

One man could suppress an entire domain.

One thought could bring down a sect.

Yet on the battlefield of the half-immortals, he could still die.

And die so cleanly.

So cleanly that not even a complete corpse remained.

Wang Hao reached out and grabbed the broken Myriad Souls Banner, pulling it into his hand.

The New Emperor Sword whispered, “Master, you’re taking that too?”

Wang Hao fell silent for a breath.

“Take it.”

“Loot shouldn’t go to waste.”

“But erect a stele for him.”

He paused, then added, “Make the inscription a good one.”

For once, the New Emperor Sword did not make a sarcastic remark.

At the center of the battlefield, although the Myriad Souls Burning Immortal technique had failed to kill the Demon Lord, it had caused his divine soul to stall for a brief moment.

The Sword Ruins powerhouse seized the opportunity.

He staggered to his feet.

His entire right arm was gone, and his face was as pale as paper.

Yet the sword intent in his eyes had become even purer than before.

“Everyone.”

“The Immortal Gate is cracking.”

The crowd looked over in shock.

The cracks in the dark Immortal Gate had already become as deep as ravines.

The blurry giant shadow behind the gate seemed to be struggling.

A pitch-black palm had reached halfway out from behind the gate, but it was being tightly entangled by gray-white resentful souls and the lingering might of the lightning.

The Demon Lord was connected to the Immortal Gate.

If the gate shattered, his Dao Fruit would collapse with it.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch gritted her teeth.

“Attack the gate!”

The Yellow Springs Ancestor shouted, “Stop attacking his body! Attack the Immortal Gate!”

The Blood Prison powerhouse crawled out of the ruins, blood still dripping from half his body.

“I can still ram it one more time!”

The White Bone Old Monster cursed, “If you ram it again, you’ll really die!”

The Blood Prison powerhouse spat out a mouthful of blood.

“What’s it to you?”

“Before I die, I’m going to claim a little more credit. After the battle, you can collect what I’m owed.”

The White Bone Old Monster fell silent.

Then he cursed, “In your dreams.”

Yet after cursing, he still divided off a strand of his remaining bone fire to shield the Blood Prison powerhouse’s broken body.

The Martial Gods gathered their strength once more.

At this moment, the grudges between the sacred lands and the demon sects seemed to be temporarily suppressed.

They all understood one thing.

If the Demon Lord did not die, none of them would have a future.

The Taiyin Waning Moon.

The Yellow Springs River.

The Blood Prison Demon Heart.

The White Bone Suppressing Nail.

The Sword Ruins’ Mortal Mark.

The Shattered Golden Palace.

The Blood Lotus Divine Blade.

The Myriad Manifestations Dharma Form.

One supreme Martial God technique after another once again slammed into the dark Immortal Gate.

The Demon Lord roared and tried to stop them.

But Wang Hao had already raised the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

“Senior.”

“Don’t move around.”

“I’ve still got one more strike.”

The Demon Lord’s movement halted.

His gaze turned cold enough to freeze the air.

Wang Hao made it sound effortless.

But that violet lightning dragon was indeed powerful enough to disrupt the Demon Lord’s condition at that moment.

The Demon Lord did not dare to gamble.

Thus, he could only endure the combined assault of the Martial Gods as they attacked the gate.

Boom!

The Immortal Gate trembled.

The cracks widened once more.

The giant shadow behind the gate let out a furious, unwilling roar.

The Demon Lord spat blood.

Black half-immortal blood scattered across the sky.

Wang Hao’s eyes lit up.

The Blood Tax Edict was quietly raised.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor caught sight of it from the corner of his eye and nearly coughed up blood in fury.

“Wang Hao!”

“Can you attack first?”

Wang Hao answered with righteous conviction, “I’m controlling the field.”

“Controlling what field?”

“Preventing the loss of battlefield assets.”

The Martial Gods nearly lost their composure.

But at that very moment, the dark Immortal Gate suddenly rang out with a thunderous crash.

Crack!

A massive fissure split the gate from top to bottom.

An indescribable aura of immortals and demons surged out from behind it.

The Demon Lord abruptly looked up.

A ruthless expression appeared on his face.

“Since you want to shatter the gate…”

“Then this lord will have the gate swallow you first.”

As his voice fell, the dark Immortal Gate stopped maintaining its stability.

Instead, it began to open a narrow gap of its own accord.

Countless pitch-black chains surged out through the opening.

Every chain was wrapped in the aura of a half-immortal Dao Fruit.

The chains did not attack the Martial Gods.

They attacked their shadows.