At this point, further words would be meaningless.

Everything that needed to be said had already been said.

All the posturing that could be done had already been done.

Chen Yuan truly had no desire to continue commenting with Jingtai.

Therefore, he moved.

He unleashed a punch, channeling all the power he could currently muster. That punch shook the heavens and earth. Before the fist even arrived, the intent preceded it, distorting the space for thousands of feet around Jingtai.

And when the fist landed, the resulting commotion was far more than just a roar.

Even the aftershocks violently collapsed the Purple Mountain.

However, although such power was strong, it did not overwhelm Jingtai.

He had been scheming for decades, and his strength was terrifying.

Chen Yuan understood his background, and Ye Xiangnan also saw through it, saying he was only a pseudo-immortal and not worth mentioning, but... a pseudo-immortal was still an immortal.

The word "immortal" made it far from simple.

Jingtai faced Chen Yuan's attack without changing his expression. Even knowing there was a so-called Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he remained calm. He also threw a punch.

Bloodthirsty aura and the power of faith converged in this punch.

"Boom!"

The two strongest forces erupted with unparalleled terrifying power at this moment. Intense gales swept across the sky, collapsing the void, and cracking the ground.

The civil and military officials, concubines, and princes all began to retreat frantically under the protection of martial arts experts, but even so, they were still affected.

The eldest prince, Sima Qian, didn't even utter a word of farewell before being annihilated on the spot.

Princess Pingyang grabbed Sima Ke and Consort Yang, quickly retreating to avoid the disaster.

This strike was not a test, but merely a beginning.

And after the beginning came a frenzy of attacks.

Jingtai's dragon robe billowed, his face filled with killing intent. He had schemed for so long, but flaws appeared today, all caused by Chen Yuan.

He had to be killed!

Moreover, to be honest, he had gathered so many martial arts experts here today, using great sacrifices to invite Lingshan and Kunlun Mountain, originally intending to settle everything in one battle.

Saying he would leave everyone behind was an exaggeration, but severely injuring the Jianghu was still a possibility.

At that time, the imperial court could shrink back and watch the world fall into chaos.

Although the Unborn Teachings affair would cause him and the Sima family to lose their reputation, as long as he still possessed strong military force, coupled with desperate rebuttals, he still had a chance to recover.

In the current clashes of the strong, although it was just a beginning, and had not yet become stalemate, Jingtai understood that neither the Four Great Bodhisattvas of Lingshan nor the one from Kunlun Mountain would risk their lives for the imperial court.

If things became impossible, they might retreat directly.

Therefore, he must use a powerful and thunderous force to suppress and kill Chen Yuan. Afterward, he would eliminate the other strong one by one. Ye Xiangnan was difficult to kill, so he could be let go.

But at least a few of the Dao God Palace, the one from Shushan, and Dongfang Sheng from the Heavenly Demon Palace had to be left behind.

Therefore, after Chen Yuan attacked, Jingtai did not hesitate and directly mobilized his true power, wanting to suppress and kill Chen Yuan. He gathered the bloodthirsty aura of millions.

It was like a blood moon, turning the area of thousands of feet into a scarlet world.

And this bloodthirsty aura directly blocked the erosion of the strange black demonic flames. Then, Jingtai formed a hand seal with a single finger, and endless power of faith condensed a deity in the void.

The deity was thousands of feet tall, like a towering mountain, with a hazy face, but anyone who had seen Jingtai could recognize that the deity was him.

His previous statement, "I am the god," seemed... not an exaggeration.

"Chen Yuan, you are without lord and father, ungrateful, rebellious against the court, and sowing chaos in the world. Today, I... will suppress you, this lawless demon, for the sake of humanity!"

The thousands-of-feet-tall deity seemed to speak with divine decree, his voice rumbling, sweeping hundreds of miles around, carrying an unquestionable and tyrannical meaning, judging Chen Yuan's crimes.

Then, Jingtai pressed down with his palm.

The thousands-of-feet-tall deity also moved accordingly, and the huge palm print, like a mountain, crashed down.

Unavoidable.

Unstoppable.

The deity locked onto Chen Yuan's aura, directly solidifying everything around him.

But Chen Yuan roared to the sky, his body seemingly possessed of endless power, his primordial spirit emitting an astonishing purple light, and a vast amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy gathered directly.

His blood energy was like a rushing river, gushing out.

The power of Mara was undoubtedly strong. At least, if it were Chen Yuan's own power, under this palm, it seemed there was no other way except to use supernatural powers such as void stagnation.

And he, as if forgetting any techniques, a light flashed in his hand, and the Huangtu Blade, as black as ink and gleaming with mysterious patterns, appeared in his hand.

He pointed the blade to the sky and shouted:

"The mortal world cannot judge me. Jingtai, you are not qualified either. This blade is called Huangtu; it slays the emperors of the mortal world, and you will be the first to fall."

He swung the blade.

Instantly,

The blade's light flashed, its sharpness rose sharply, like a silk thread, instantly cutting through the sky, using a point to lead the surface, and the towering power shook the heavens and the earth, directly slashing on the palm.

The void seemed to stagnate, and at this moment, it was silent.

But immediately afterward, the falling palm, along with half of the thousands-of-feet-tall deity, was directly cut through by the blade's light.

There was no roaring explosion; there was only a subtle sound of shattering. The thousands-of-feet-tall deity, like porcelain, was directly annihilated in the void after being cut open.

Jingtai seemed to have suffered damage, his face was not good, and he only felt that his whole body was strangely disordered for some reason.

But this was not the time to think so much.

It was just an incense deity. He had absorbed decades of incense power and absorbed the essence and blood of millions. The foundation was extremely deep. Destroying one,

He, still had more!

......

Chen Yuan and Jingtai's confrontation, from the moment they exchanged blows, was at a feverish pitch, without the slightest reservation, thinking of mutually killing each other to gain time.

Others, also thought so.

The Hall Master of the Heavenly Demon Hall, Dongfang Sheng, who had moved the battlefield, wielded the demonic halberd in his hand, pressing down on the void. With one halberd strike, boundless demonic energy surged, and the demonic god's phantom followed, bringing powerful oppressive force.

Gu Tianqiong held the Sky Weeping Divine Blade in his hand, the surging blade intent seeming to cut through the heavens and the earth, and shatter everything. Each blade seemed to be able to split the dark clouds.

He fought with Dongfang Sheng.

He knew that he could not lose.

This was the last foundation of the imperial court after Emperor Taizu. He had invited the Four Great Bodhisattvas of Lingshan and the Feng Yuan Daoist of Kunlun Mountain who did not leave their names in the human world.

If this battle was lost, the imperial court would have no chance.

And he, would also be killed, and his clan would be exterminated.

He did not hesitate to use all his strength. This was not a discussion, nor a contest. This was the most extreme slaughter. Therefore, do not think Gu Tianqiong and Dongfang Sheng were evenly matched, but it was very likely that the outcome of the battle would be decided in the next instant.

There was no great battle for three days and three nights, there was no exhaustion on both sides, there was only one side winning and living, and the other side losing and dying.

In the Jianghu, many people had a misconception that the battle between the strong must be earth-shattering and last for several days or even months.

But in fact, apart from battles between two armies, in the real battle between martial artists, about an hour was basically considered long. Solving the opponent within a quarter of an hour was the norm.

Looking back on Chen Yuan's journey, he had encountered countless opponents, and in reality, there were only a few who had fought for a long time.

Compared to Dongfang Sheng and Gu Tianqiong being evenly matched, the battle between Chu Changfeng and National Preceptor Puxian was a bit difficult. Although Chu Changfeng's talent was very strong, and his strength was not bad,

But after all, he had only entered the Yang Spirit Realm not long ago.

And National Preceptor Puxian was an old-brand Yang Spirit, one of the Four Great Bodhisattvas of Lingshan, and honored as the National Preceptor of the Great Jin. Even Jiang He, who had fought desperately, had only broken his golden body.

Therefore, even after fighting for a short time, Chu Changfeng was still firmly suppressed by National Preceptor Puxian.

Because they did not hold back, and because they were erupting with true power.

So, the fight, was actually very fast.

"Roar!"

Finally, after Lingxu Daoist, the head of the Shushan sect, fully activated the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, the Compassionate Bodhisattva, who had previously been shrouded in Buddha-nature, still revealed the bestial side.

The golden giant ape hammered its chest with both arms, and its blood energy surged. Even after hundreds of years, it was still a demon. The only difference was that its demonic nature seemed to have truly transformed into Buddha-nature.

Shrouded in Buddha light, with unparalleled powerful force, he roared towards Lingxu Daoist.

The sword sang, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the immortal sword suppressed the mortal world.

Lingxu Daoist's face was solemn, and he fully urged the Immortal Slaughtering Sword. When a sword light rose, it was not said to suppress the nine states, but at least the sound of the sword could be heard for a hundred miles, and the void seemed to be forcibly split by this sword.

"Boom!"

The Compassionate Bodhisattva resisted with his flesh, and forcibly shattered this sword, but at the cost, golden demon blood began to flow on his arm.

It was not that he was weak, but that the already powerful Lingxu Daoist urged the immortal soldier, and the power that erupted was too strong!

The Chaos Divine Diagram covered the sky, and the True Martial Immortal Sword was destroyed.

Why was this called the peak battle in the human world since the destruction of the former Chu?

Not only were there too many Supreme Heavenly Ranking members, but also because there were really a lot of immortal soldiers.

The heads of the immortal sects urged the immortal soldiers one by one, and their power was very strong, because immortal soldiers were used by immortals, and the Yang Spirit could not fully activate them, but even a part of the power was enough to be amazing.

Feng Yuan from Kunlun Mountain, who appeared in the human world for the first time, was very strong. He did not call himself the head teacher, but his holding of the immortal soldiers seemed to have proved something.

He, fought with ease.

The True Martial Immortal Sword was very strong, but Song Yingqiao, the head of the Seven Sons of Wudang, was not that strong. He was famous on the Supreme Ranking, but not very high, and usually it was nothing.

But now, facing each other head-on, he was quickly suppressed.

If there was no True Martial Sword, Song Yingqiao, simply could not hold on.

Feng Yuan, with white hair and beard, always had a faint smile on his face. He was not exasperated, nor did he make wild statements. It seemed that this scene was supposed to be like this.

In the eyes of the world, Kunlun Mountain, which had been hidden for many years, should be very dilapidated, but... was it really like this?

Not entirely...

At least in Song Yingqiao's view, Feng Yuan was very strong!

Even so, he did not seem to have used all his strength. What he was doing seemed to be just restraining himself, and he did not have too many urgent thoughts.

It seemed that this battle concerning the fate of the Great Jin was not important to him.

Sima Che's strength was also very strong, but in Luochen Mountain, Wu Daozi found an opportunity and inserted the broken spear of the Chen family into his body, even though the imperial court used all kinds of natural treasures.

But, it was still far from being restored.

To put it simply, he was mighty for a moment, and after the Dinghai Pearl forced back the Heavenly Void Daoist for a moment, he... was directly suppressed. Yes, he was just mighty for that moment.

Then, he was met with the Heavenly Void Daoist's frantic suppression.

The Heavenly Void did not use any immortal soldiers, and still firmly suppressed him. There was no suspense. At most a quarter of an hour, Sima Che had to lose, or even die.

He had always been a good old man in front of Chen Yuan, and had not shown any demeanor of an expert, but this strength was really not low, at least not lower than Lingxu Daoist.

The premise was that Lingxu Daoist did not have the Immortal Slaughtering Sword in his hand.

Of course, if the Heavenly Void Daoist also had immortal soldiers in his hand, then it seemed... the situation would be different again.

The 300,000 elite guards of the Gu family's ancestor and Qingxu Daoist were blocked, but they also killed many people. Often with one blow, thousands of people were annihilated.

Blocking was just blocking, and they could not kill them at all.

Even, as time passed, they would gradually shatter the great array, and when that time came, it would be a one-sided slaughter!

The Palace Master of the Goddess Palace, Feng Jiuge, was also ranked on the Heavenly Ranking. She was previously twelfth, and now she was replaced by Chen Yuan and was thirteenth, but in fact, her sense of existence was not high.

There were not many achievements either.

Because, more than two hundred years ago, the Goddess Palace stood on the side of the Xiang family. Later, the former Chu collapsed, and the Great Jin took control of the Central Plains. Although it did not destroy the Goddess Palace, it faced the Goddess Palace.

But it was also in a frantic battle of suppression.

Yun Prefecture was very close to Central Prefecture, which used to be a good thing, but later it was a bad thing. The Goddess Palace simply did not dare to be careless, but even so, after more than two hundred years,

It had become very dilapidated.

Li Suqing had revealed this before. At least in her cognition, the Goddess Palace had only Feng Jiuge, a strong person at the Yang Spirit level, so far.

Originally, the Goddess Palace could watch the fire from the other side in this war, which was more in line with their interests, but the grudges more than two hundred years ago made her unable to hold back, and the Goddess Palace could not hold back.

And her opponent was not simple either, the Lingshan Medicine Buddha Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva.

His strength was not weak, similar to Puxian, perhaps even weaker, because this was not his strength, and his strength was defense.

As soon as the golden body appeared, even though Feng Jiuge pressed him to fight, she could not break his golden body, and she could not see hope in a short time.

If you looked down from a higher place, you would find that except for the ground and the low altitude, which were a melee, the void, that is, the high altitude, was divided into battlefields.

Most of the battles were terrifying, and the movements were very large.

The void was distorted and the ground was cracked.

The battles were like thunder.

However, there was still a different battlefield. This battlefield was very large, and others seemed to avoid it and did not dare to approach it at all, but the movement...

Compared to others, it was actually very small.

This was a very incredible thing.

Why?

Because the two people fighting were Ye Xiangnan, the City Lord of Wudi City, and Manjushri Bodhisattva, the head of the Ten Great Immortal Gates, the head of the Four Great Bodhisattvas, and praised by the Buddha as the next true Buddha.

Ye Xiangnan's strength was undoubtedly true. He had been suppressing the East China Sea for hundreds of years, and the dwarfs did not dare to advance eastward, and could only secretly do some small tricks.

He was in charge of Wudi City, and with only one person, he sent Wudi City to the top three of the Ten Great Immortal Gates. He used to be the second in the world, and the former first was the old Celestial Master of Wudang Mountain who had not shot for a long time.

In fact, he was the first in the world.

Later, the old Celestial Master was excluded from the Ascension Ranking by the Dengxian Tower, and Xiang Qianqiu relied on the Liangshan battle to reach the top of the Heavenly Ranking, and he, Ye Xiangnan, was still second.

But this was not because he was weak. In fact, only a few people could be his opponents.

The Heavenly Ranking was just a ranking, not real. Before the fight, no one could determine whether Xiang Qianqiu was stronger or Ye Xiangnan was stronger.

And Manjushri Bodhisattva's strength was also undoubtedly true. He was beheaded by Chen Yuan, but that was just a dharma decree of him, but it could erupt the power of the Yang Spirit.

Was this method weak?

If it was weak, would Moro be afraid?

You must know that Moro appeared in the capital in front of Puxian Bodhisattva, but in front of Shuzhou City, he did not show his face in order not to expose his identity.

This alone was enough to prove his terror.

And the battle between the two of them was shocking.

Because, except for the initial confrontation, which shook a bit, they had always stood in the void without moving, as if they had stopped.

But in fact, everyone knew that it was not like this.

Their battle was more powerful, and more dangerous.

Because they were all existences who had comprehended the rules, and stood at the point of nearly half-immortals. The distance to stepping out of that last step was actually a critical point.

After the first confrontation, both sides tacitly debated the rules.

It was dangerous, but also an opportunity.

Apart from the two of them, no one could see where their battle was. The only movement was that the void around the two of them twisted from time to time.

They were like standing in the turbulence of time and space.

Other people's battles were either one side overwhelming the other, or nearly dying, or evenly matched, or mutually fighting with more deep-seated methods.

But... there was still no victory or defeat, that is, life or death.

The one who had won or lost among the true monarchs present, was actually Jiang He and Li Kuangxiu, this pair of father-in-law and son-in-law.

Although they were father-in-law and son-in-law, in fact, they were more ruthless than anyone else.

Li Kuangxiu started letting Jiang He help the imperial court, it was not that he did not want to deal with him, but he just felt that he could eliminate the grudges, and for this, he was even willing to pay the price.

But Jiang He refused, and directly exposed his true identity.

At the same time, he asked Li Kuangxiu to die.

With such an expression, Li Kuangxiu naturally understood his intentions, and then he did not say any more. Their grudges, were big, but also small. But under such a background,

They had to determine life and death.

One was a rebel, and the other was a staunch supporter of the imperial court.

What would erupt between them, was naturally very clear.

Li Kuangxiu's strength was not weak, after all, he was also in the top fifteen of the Heavenly Ranking. With one divine axe, he had once opened up territory for the Sima family, and every move had reached a terrifying degree.

Unfortunately, Jiang He was stronger!

He was also new to the Yang Spirit Realm, but his artistic conception was very powerful.

It had reached the level of consummation, and above that, it was rules.

Every sword of his contained a more powerful force.

Strong met stronger, and the result was naturally predictable.

Li Kuangxiu's divine axe was strong, and the artistic conception was diffused, but he could not prevent Jiang He's sword at all.

The first sword, Huangquan, the essence rolled down, and the battle was evenly matched.

The second sword, Qingming, slightly injured Li Kuangxiu.

The third sword, Biluo, shattered Li Kuangxiu's defense.

The fourth sword, Wangchuan, cut off one of his arms. This arm was also Li Kuangxiu's weakness. It was the injury left by Xiang Qianqiu in Liangshan.

Later, it was repaired with the foundation of the imperial court and his own strong physique, but everything was better in its original condition, and the later ones were naturally not so good.

Therefore, he did not block it.

The fifth sword, the Other Shore, Jiang He cut off Li Kuangxiu's second arm.

The sixth sword, Shenyun, Li Kuangxiu was completely severely injured.

Finally, it was the seventh sword.

The final sword accumulated by each sword, the power was conceivable. The tyrannical sword intent cut through the sky, like a sword from outside the sky. At the beginning, Jiang He used the seventh sword to repel the demon emperor clock urged by the demon god.

He used the unfinished seventh sword to kill Zhao Yuantong of the Three Absolute Sect.

At this moment, the sword intent was in the air, locking on Li Kuangxiu.

"Jiang He!"

Li Hongshuang, who had been paying attention to this battle, couldn't help it. Tears appeared on her face, and her voice brought a cry. No matter what, Li Kuangxiu was always her father.

It was him, who raised her.

It was him, who gave her life, and gave her everything.

Although, she did not give her the love she needed most.

But how could Li Hongshuang hate him?

How could she truly risk the world's great disgrace and sit and watch her father fall?

She couldn't do it, so she came, looked at Jiang He, and pleaded:

"Spare his life, spare his life, Jiang He... I beg you, okay?"

Jiang He hesitated. He looked at Li Hongshuang, looked at Li Kuangxiu, took a deep breath, dissipated the seventh sword, and said:

"Abolish your cultivation, and leave the imperial court from now on."

"Father..."

Li Hongshuang looked at Li Kuangxiu, whose arms were broken and his breath was already very weak, with hope in her eyes.

Li Kuangxiu smiled. He looked at Jiang He and said softly:

"The old man's arms are broken. The grudges between you and me are written off, can it be done?"

"Okay."

"Treat Hongshuang well. This child... cannot leave you."

"Okay."

Li Kuangxiu looked at Li Hongshuang again and said:

"Follow him well, don't hate him, this is the grievance between us."

"Father, I don't hate, as long as you... can live."

"I can live, but I... don't want to live."

Li Kuangxiu shook his head, looked at the overflowing bloodthirsty aura below, looked at Jingtai, who was fighting with Chen Yuan, and said loudly:

"I, Li Kuangxiu, cannot assist the monarch above, and cannot make the people healthy below. I have lived on the dog for this whole life. What is the use of living?

Living, to see this beautiful country collapse and the people suffer?

Before, I didn't have the courage to stop it, and now, I don't have the strength to stop it. It's nice to die when this beautiful country has not been destroyed."

"Father!"

Tears fell from Li Hongshuang's eyes. She heard that Li Kuangxiu had made up his mind to die and wanted to stop him, but she could only cry out and could not stop him.

Jiang He's not killing him was already the limit, and he would not, and could not, stop him.

If he stopped him, who would pay for the Jiang family's blood debt?

Li Kuangxiu turned around and laughed loudly:

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha... Today... Li Kuangxiu, is dead!"

The voice rolled like a river, and the spirit was vast like thunder.

In the next moment, Li Kuangxiu's fleshly body and primordial spirit collapsed inch by inch.

The Grand Marshal of the imperial court, the God Martial True Monarch, fell today!

Jiang He's eyes were calm, and he took a deep breath:

"Father-in-law... have a good journey!"

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This chapter has six thousand words, and it was written in one breath. The overall feeling is okay, not too bad.

It can be considered as making up for the previous missing chapter.

The rest will be made up slowly.

It's not water, or anything else.

But, this is a big scene, and if you don't write more, you will feel that there is less.

Also, this paragraph is not charged...