The Immortal Sect Goes Bankrupt, Assets Seized and Liquidated

Crack!

At the center of the Dark Immortal Gate, the fissure that ran from top to bottom suddenly widened.

The next moment—

The entire Immortal Gate split apart as if cleaved in two by a heavenly blade, sending tens of thousands of black fragments roaring into the air.

Every fragment was wreathed in dense immortal and demonic energy.

They plummeted toward the earth.

Like black divine mountains crashing down.

For ten thousand miles, the mountains and rivers trembled.

The void shattered.

The dark chains that had blotted out the sky lost their source. They first drew taut with terrifying force, then exploded one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The chains turned into endless black mist.

Countless martial artists whose shadows had been bound regained their freedom at the same time.

Some collapsed to their knees.

Some vomited blood uncontrollably.

Some had yet to recover from having stood on the brink of death.

And before the Immortal Gate—

The Demon Lord stood frozen in place.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

It was no longer merely a charred hole torn through by blood and flesh.

Countless purple bolts of lightning, golden and silver sword rays, and Imperial Dao palm force were drilling through the wound and spreading into every limb and bone.

Even more terrifying was the half-immortal Dao Fruit behind him, the one connected to the Dark Immortal Gate.

It had developed a crack identical to the one in the Immortal Gate.

Crack.

The Dao Fruit split apart.

The Demon Lord’s body shuddered violently.

A large mouthful of half-immortal blood sprayed from his lips.

“My Immortal Gate…”

For the first time, bewilderment entered his voice.

To become an immortal, he had plotted for ten thousand years.

He had blood-sacrificed Dark Heaven City.

He had summoned the shadows behind the gate.

He had used three great anchors to stabilize his Dao Fruit.

He had even burned away his own future to forcibly exchange it for a single incense stick’s worth of ultimate power.

He had considered failure.

But he had never imagined that his Immortal Gate would be demolished on the spot by an Emperor at the second level of the Martial God Realm, under the excuse of being an “illegal structure.”

Wang Hao stood a hundred zhang away.

His entire body was drenched in blood.

His dragon robe was so ruined that it could no longer be called a robe.

The web between his right thumb and forefinger had split open, and fine cracks covered the bones in his arm from the force of that last attack.

The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda hovered above his head.

The gate to the ninth floor slowly closed.

The two all-out strikes from ninth-level powerhouses within the pagoda had been completely exhausted.

The New Emperor Sword was in even worse shape.

Three more cracks had appeared along its blade, and its spirit was sprawled across the hilt, rolling its eyes.

“Master…”

“I feel completely drained.”

Wang Hao panted heavily.

“Don’t make it sound so suggestive.”

“I didn’t do anything to you.”

The New Emperor Sword replied weakly:

“That half-immortal blood…”

Wang Hao glanced at the Demon Lord, who was still spewing blood.

“Don’t worry.”

“You’ll get your share.”

“Once we pin him down, I’ll find you a tube. You can lie on his wound and drink straight from it.”

The New Emperor Sword instantly perked up.

“Master, I can still fight!”

Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

Just as expected of a sword spirit raised from his own darker side.

The moment overtime was mentioned, it played dead.

The moment benefits were brought up, it came back to life.

In the center of the battlefield, the Demon Lord abruptly raised his head.

The coldness and lofty arrogance that had once filled his eyes were gone.

Only madness remained.

“Wang Hao!”

“This lord will kill you!”

He stepped forward.

But the instant his foot came down, the half-immortal Dao Fruit behind him cracked apart once more.

Boom!

The Demon Lord’s aura plummeted from its peak.

A large portion of his dark immortal light went out.

He was still terrifyingly powerful, but he was no longer the half-immortal who could suppress dozens of Martial Gods single-handedly until they could barely lift their heads.

Yet Wang Hao became even more wary.

The pagoda was already empty.

His true cultivation was only at the second level of the Martial God Realm.

Although the Nine Swords of Creation and the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm were mighty, they were still insufficient for him to face a dying half-immortal alone.

Thus—

Wang Hao suddenly raised the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda and shouted:

“Third purple thunder dragon!”

The Demon Lord’s advancing foot came to an abrupt halt.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch froze.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor froze.

Even the White Bone Old Monster’s last few remaining bones stiffened in place.

The New Emperor Sword whispered:

“Master, there aren’t any left in the pagoda.”

Wang Hao kept a straight face.

“I know.”

“Then why did you shout?”

“Psychological warfare.”

The New Emperor Sword suddenly understood.

“I’ve learned something new.”

The Demon Lord stared intently at the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

He did not believe Wang Hao.

But he dared not disbelieve him, either.

That bastard of an emperor had far too many trump cards.

Who knew whether there really was a third thunder dragon hidden inside the pagoda?

It was during that brief moment of hesitation that the Taiyin Old Matriarch shouted:

“Attack!”

The shattered Taiyin rose into the air once more.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor dragged half of his soul forward.

The Sword Ruins powerhouse transformed his broken body into a sword.

The White Bone Old Monster tore out every last one of his natal bones.

The Blood Prison powerhouse was sprawled amid the ruins, already unable to stand. He simply dug out his own demonic heart and hurled it at the Demon Lord from a thousand miles away.

“Don’t you dare steal my kill!”

“I’m not dead yet!”

The ultimate techniques of numerous Martial Gods once again descended like a storm, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

The Demon Lord suddenly realized what had happened.

“Wang Hao!”

“You deceived me!”

Wang Hao looked genuinely surprised.

“Senior, you’ve lived for so many years. How can you still be this innocent?”

“I said there was a third one, and you actually believed me?”

The Demon Lord was nearly so enraged that his Dao Fruit exploded on the spot.

He threw a punch.

Dark immortal light transformed into a demonic fist ten thousand zhang long, forcibly shattering the remnants of the Taiyin moon.

The Yellow Springs River coiled around him, only to be severed beneath his stomp.

But in the next instant—

Wang Hao was already upon him.

His cultivation was inferior to the Demon Lord’s.

But his grasp of timing was ruthlessly precise.

Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm!

First Palm!

A golden palm seal, like the imperial seal of an emperor, slammed into the charred hole in the Demon Lord’s chest.

The Demon Lord’s body swayed.

Wang Hao’s second palm had already arrived.

Then came the third.

The fourth.

Each palm was more powerful than the one before it.

Between heaven and earth, nine enormous palm seals layered over one another.

The first palm imprisoned the body.

The second suppressed the energy.

The third sealed the soul.

From the fourth palm onward, nothing remained but pure, extreme suppression.

The Demon Lord was forced back seven steps.

With every step he took, the earth beneath his feet split open, forming a rift thousands of miles long.

When the eighth palm descended, the white bones in his chest exploded completely.

The Demon Lord roared and clawed at Wang Hao’s head with his backhand.

Even after falling from his peak, the claw of a half-immortal was still enough to tear a Martial God apart.

Wang Hao’s eyes were cold.

He did not retreat.

Ninth Palm!

Nine Palms Become One!

The imperial-robed dharma form behind him brought its hands together.

The illusory mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces came crashing down.

The Demon Lord’s palm collided with the Imperial Palm.

Boom!

Wang Hao felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Countless bloody gashes instantly burst open along his entire right arm, and he was blasted back dozens of miles, golden-red blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The Demon Lord was also knocked staggering backward by the final palm.

And the place where he retreated—

Was precisely where the Sword Ruins powerhouse had left that sword mark.

Slash!

The sword mark pierced through the Demon Lord’s back and straight out through his chest.

Taiyin frostlight froze his soul.

Yellow Springs chains wrapped around his limbs.

White bone nails once again pierced into his sea of qi.

The Blood Prison demonic heart, like a burning blood-red sun, slammed viciously into the Demon Lord’s shattered Dao Fruit.

Boom!

The half-immortal Dao Fruit completely collapsed.

The Demon Lord threw his head back and roared.

Within that roar were unwillingness, fury, and a trace of fear that he could no longer conceal.

His cultivation began to fall.

His half-immortal aura dispersed.

The peak of the Martial God Realm.

The late stage of the Martial God Realm.

The middle stage of the Martial God Realm.

It declined with every passing breath.

Wang Hao rose from the ruins.

His right arm was drenched in blood, and golden-red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as well.

But the first thing he did was not heal his injuries.

Instead, he raised the Half-Immortal Blood Tax Token.

“Collect!”

The dark-gold token erupted with power.

Countless strands of half-immortal blood were forcibly drawn out of the Demon Lord’s body.

The Demon Lord’s expression changed dramatically.

“You still dare to seize this lord’s origin power!”

Wang Hao replied coldly:

“What do you mean, seize?”

“This is compensation for battle damage.”

“Compensation for the destruction of three thousand li of Dark Heaven City, martial artist relief payments, the restoration of the mountains and rivers, the labor fee for demolishing the Immortal Gate, compensation for the seniors’ mental distress, and the repair costs for my dragon robe.”

“Add it all up, and even every drop of your blood wouldn’t be enough.”

The Demon Lord was shaking with rage.

“What about the dragon robe?”

Wang Hao lowered his head and glanced at his torn sleeve.

“Custom-made by the imperial court.”

“It was very expensive.”

The New Emperor Sword had already transformed into a streak of silver light and shot forward.

“Half-Immortal blood!”

“Mine!”

“It’s all mine!”

The Demon Lord tried to resist.

But more than a dozen Martial Gods simultaneously bore down upon him.

The powers of Taiyin, the Yellow Springs, the Sword Ruins, the White Bones, the Blood Prison, and more intertwined into a colossal net that blotted out the sky.

The Myriad Contracts Origin Seal flew out at that very moment as well.

Wang Hao bit his fingertip and pressed a drop of imperial blood onto the seal.

“By the wartime alliance.”

“By the Myriad Contracts Origin Lock.”

“Seal!”

The contracts that all the Martial Gods had signed trembled at once.

The power of those contracts followed their attacks and converged entirely upon the Demon Lord.

Golden chains of contract condensed out of thin air, one after another.

The Demon Lord’s final struggle was completely suppressed.

Bang!

His knees slammed into the ruins.

A once-mighty Half-Immortal.

The master of the Dark Immortal Sect.

In full view of the strongest figures of the Nine Provinces, he had been forcibly subdued.

The heavens and earth fell utterly silent.

Every surviving warrior stared at the scene.

Some wore dazed expressions.

Some had tears in their eyes.

Most, however, remained silent.

The Martial Gods of the Myriad Souls Sect were dead.

Quite a few Martial Gods from the sacred lands had fallen.

Three thousand li of Black Heaven City had been reduced to ruins.

The price paid in this bloody battle had been far too high.

But in the end, they had won.

Wang Hao did not lose himself in victory.

He raised his head and looked beyond the shattered Immortal Gate.

Although the Immortal Gate had split apart, the world behind it had not vanished.

Between the broken doorframes, an ancient, dim realm slowly emerged.

Black mountains stretched across a million li.

Demon palaces floated above the peaks.

Nine dark suns hung high in the heavens.

Across the earth, countless dark spirit fields, blood pools, herb gardens, and mineral veins rolled on without end.

Deeper within, three treasuries shrouded in immortal light could be seen.

That was the true ancestral court of the Dark Immortal Sect.

It was also the entire foundation accumulated by this colossal power over tens of thousands of years.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor’s breathing stopped for a moment.

“The Dark Ancestral Court…”

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

“So many bone mines!”

The Blood Prison powerhouse lay in the distance, struggling to raise his head.

“Over there… that mountain…”

“It’s entirely made of Blood Marrow Crystals…”

The Taiyin Old Matriarch’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Even with the foundations of a sacred land, no one could remain calm after seeing the wealth within that world.

The Dark Immortal Sect had been passed down for ten thousand years.

With a Half-Immortal guarding it, the resources it possessed were enough to drive any force into a frenzy.

Wang Hao’s eyes shone just as brightly.

But what he saw was different from everyone else.

They saw treasures.

He saw the national treasury.

The moment Wang Hao stepped across the shattered threshold—

the system’s cold voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[Special sign-in location detected: Outer Court of the Dark Immortal Sect’s Ancestral Court.]

[Would you like to sign in?]

Wang Hao did not stop walking.

“Sign in.”

[Sign-in successful.]

[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Great Xia’s Register of Mountains and Rivers.]

[Great Xia’s Register of Mountains and Rivers: Any unclaimed territory, spiritual vein, mine, treasury, or other asset acquired by the Host through war, contract, law, or actual occupation may be registered in the census and transformed into state-owned property of Great Xia.]

[Current sign-in location intelligence updated.]

[Intelligence One: The Dark Ancestral Court contains three treasuries in plain sight and seven hidden treasuries.]

[Intelligence Two: The Dark Immortal Sect is activating the Myriad Devils Burning World Array in an attempt to burn down the ancestral court and perish together with its enemies.]

[Intelligence Three: Three thousand li southwest of the ancestral court, beneath a stone stele engraved with the words “Latrine,” lies the private treasury of the successive sect masters of the Dark Immortal Sect.]

Wang Hao’s eyes lit up.

The system truly understood him.

It would not even overlook the money hidden beneath the latrine.

Just then—

a furious roar erupted from the depths of the ancestral court.

“All disciples of the Dark Immortal Sect, heed my command!”

“Burn the ancestral court!”

“Absolutely no one is to take our ten-thousand-year foundation!”

Rumble!

The nine dark suns ignited simultaneously.

Countless formation patterns surfaced across the entire ancestral court.

The countless demon palaces began to tremble.

The spiritual veins reversed their flow.

The mountains erupted with fire.

Once the Myriad Devils Burning World Array was fully activated, the entire ancestral court—and everyone within it—would be reduced to nothingness.

Wang Hao’s expression instantly darkened.

“Wasteful brats.”

“This is all my money!”

He took one step into the ancestral court.

The other Martial Gods followed close behind.

The Taiyin Old Matriarch frowned and said:

“Wang Hao, the formations inside have already been activated. Entering recklessly is extremely dangerous.”

Wang Hao did not even turn his head.

“Senior.”

“The national treasury is being burned.”

“That’s worse than killing me.”

He raised his hand and flung the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda into the air.

Although the two purple thunder dragons had already exhausted their strength, the pagoda had just absorbed a vast amount of thunder remaining after the Immortal Gate shattered.

The gate to the pagoda’s eighth level suddenly opened.

Shriek!

A colossal purple thunder phoenix spread its wings and flew out.

The might of an Eighth-Realm thunder beast swept across the outer reaches of the ancestral court.

Hundreds of formation foundations exploded simultaneously.

The New Emperor Sword transformed into the likeness of a silver-haired youth. He hoisted his sword onto his shoulder and charged out.

“Fight!”

“Loot the place!”

“Not a single thing gets left behind!”

Wang Hao shouted:

“Beat the people first!”

“If you break anything, I’ll deduct it from your food allowance!”

The New Emperor Sword made a sharp turn in midair, nearly crashing into a demon palace.

“Master, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Within the ancestral court, dozens of elders of the Dark Immortal Sect soared into the sky.

At their head was an old man at the peak of the Sky-Soaring Realm.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared:

“The Dark Immortal Sect would rather perish than submit!”

Wang Hao raised a finger and pointed.

The thunder phoenix descended from the heavens.