Chapter 302 Holding the Sword

On the shore, Half a Face was visibly excited, his fists clenched, his eyes fixed on everything that was happening before him.

Honestly, he had already experienced enough shocks and blows today, so much so that after seeing this scene, he felt not the slightest sense of loss, but rather a sense of amazement and yearning.

People are like this; when faced with someone only slightly better than you, you may feel jealous, resentful, and unfair.

But if that person has already surpassed you far, far beyond, and is clearly on another level, you will instead reveal a pure admiration for them.

For a long time, Half a Face had always looked down on Ying Gou, or at least, he would deliberately put on a look of disdain.

He needed to extract the value of his existence from Ying Gou’s separation, to gain that self-recognition.

However, that was just a dream. After the dream shattered, after witnessing the true glory, Half a Face felt only a sense of submission.

Heaven and earth are like a pasture raised for me, and the great and powerful beings of the world are like crops growing on the ground, ready for me to take at any time.

The reason why this world is divided into humans, gods, and demons, and also has things like ghosts, spirits, and all kinds of heterogeneously enlightened beings,

is to enrich my taste and supplement my dishes!

This is not boasting; this is... taken for granted!

Now, the years since ancient times are truly too far away.

So far away that many things have long been evolved into stories and weathered into legends.

Even if the stories of the master of the Nether Sea and his throne of bones are still circulating in Hell,

those who believe it can hardly truly feel it;

as for those who don't believe it, they will only think it is exaggerated.

At this moment,

the scene from ancient times is reappearing.

This is true dominance, this is true solipsism!

Thunder strikes through one arrogant powerhouse after another.

It can be seen that

Ying Gou prefers meat.

Those great demons received more attention because their bodies were rich in qi and blood, unlike some of the old immortals of the human race. Even if their supernatural powers were richer, they were often too small when placed on the dining table, making it difficult to form a full taste.

At the same time, some beings who had attained enlightenment from spiritual objects were also deliberately taken care of, these could be regarded as desserts after the meal.

Arrogant, overbearing, and unparalleled;

willful, savage, and contemptuous!

But it was this resolute and all-encompassing arrogance that directly crushed the psychological defenses of the great powerhouses present, who had already been reduced to the level of "chickens, ducks, and fish."

You have to know, even when the hand of the Immortal King struck, they still dared to try to "fish in troubled waters," still having self-confidence in their hearts, but now, they were completely broken down...

Don't even mention us uniting to defeat this devilish public enemy.

At this time, they didn't even have the courage to look back at Zhou Ze, they could only flee frantically, especially those demon clans who were being focused on, who truly hated themselves for not being human in this life.

Explosions

continued,

flesh and blood were constantly being wrapped up, and like rivers flowing into the sea, they were constantly being transported into Zhou Ze's mouth for him to taste.

Perhaps he had been asleep for too long,

so Zhou Ze felt that he must be hungry.

Because he was hungry, his brain wasn't feeling so comfortable, his whole person didn't have much energy, and a faint sense of loss permeated his heart.

According to previous experience,

a full meal should solve the problem, and his mood would improve.

Moreover,

the years are long,

and it has indeed been a very, very long time since he had truly eaten a meal in the true sense.

A bolt of lightning struck directly in front of Hanba,

Hanba didn't dodge, and didn't even make the slightest defense.

And this lightning abruptly stopped in front of her, and instead went upwards, instantly defeating the fan spirit that was fleeing, and its spiritual energy was forcibly wrapped back.

Zhou Ze, who was feasting, was still shaking his head gently,

like an old fisherman, pointing to the river in front of him, telling how many big fish could be caught in this river before,

but now, hehe;

it really is, each generation is worse than the last.

These great powerhouses had already died and their paths had disappeared, becoming food in Zhou Ze's mouth, but they still had to continue to bear Zhou Ze's dissatisfaction after death.

Indeed, the reason why ancient times were a fascinating era meant that in that era, strong people emerged in endlessly, and hundreds of races contended, how could it be like now, where wolf cubs who haven't even grown their fur and stinky snakes who haven't even transformed into dragons dare to establish their own territories and claim sovereignty.

Gradually,

Zhou Ze's gaze fell on the hand in front of him.

It could be seen that the Immortal King's hand was very conflicted.

But when he sensed Zhou Ze's aura locking onto him, he immediately responded.

The space around the giant palm was torn open. This was preparation to escape directly, and not to any place within the Three Realms, he was preparing to leave directly, and return to chaos.

Because he knew that the Zhou Ze in front of him was not the kind of spent arrow whose qi and blood had been burned to forcibly improve himself.

This man had recovered as before!

And he was no longer the same as when he first returned, and was simply incomparable.

Zhou Ze stepped down,

and in an instant,

the space that had just been torn apart by the Immortal King's hand was instantly collapsed, and the Immortal King's hand was also blocked outside.

Zhou Ze's figure appeared above it, and the nails on his left hand slowly grew out, and he cut down with the momentum!

"Puff"

The Immortal King's little finger was cut off. The giant palm, which had seemed indestructible before, was as fragile as paper in front of Zhou Ze's nails.

Black flames rose from Zhou Ze's palm, and this section of the little finger instantly melted, turning into blood food and being sucked into Zhou Ze's mouth.

He was too hungry,

so hungry that he could only "wolf down" his food now.

If it were in the past, he would often catch a rare and ferocious beast, and slowly grill it or spend some thought researching how to eat it, but that was leisure and entertainment after eating and drinking enough.

For a hungry person, the so-called table manners and elegance at the table do not exist.

……………

"Little Liu!"

"Sixth Brother!"

In front of the cracked mirror, Da Changqiu and Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba exclaimed together.

This sudden change really happened too suddenly, even now, they can't understand why this is happening!

Ying Gou had clearly fallen, he had just been killed by the Xuanyuan Sword, so why was the remnant he left behind, that ant, the power he displayed was even more terrifying than the real Ying Gou!

The fact is, they don't understand how terrifying the real Ying Gou really is.

…………

"The turning point you wanted... is here."

Yan Luo Wang Bao shouted as he ran with Song Di Wang Yu.

Fortunately, they had only been standing on the outermost periphery watching the show, not thinking about participating, so when things suddenly changed, their problems were not too big.

But after all, no one dared to guarantee that the man wouldn't suddenly have the whim to taste the taste of a contemporary Yama, right?

"This play is really good-looking. Now, the Hall of King Equality shouldn't collapse."

A large group of people from the bookstore went to the Hall of King Equality to experience it the other day. Such a big commotion and so many people naturally couldn't hide it from those who were interested.

But because the last Fu Jun was suppressing it, even if they got news from various channels, no one dared to act rashly.

Now it's good, one wave has subsided and another wave has risen again.

Song Di Wang Yu couldn't help but say sourly: "Damn that An Buqi, what kind of good luck does he have to hug these two thick thighs."

You have to know, even the Yamas are very envious of these thighs, and each one is thicker than the last;

Before, they felt that the last Fu Jun was truly a king returning to the world,

but turning around and looking at this one,

he directly used a group of contemporary powerhouses to open a BBQ!

…………

"Achoo! Achoo!"

At this time, Lawyer An, who was in the bookstore, was gloomy and extremely confused about his future, sneezed several times in a row, and then took the tissue handed over by the person next to him to wipe his nose, and continued to complain about himself.

…………

A little finger is not enough;

Next, it was the ring finger, then the middle finger, and then the index finger.

The Immortal King's hand seemed to be meaningless to resist in front of Zhou Ze, directly showing a state of being crushed.

At the moment,

the Immortal King only had a thumb left,

its appearance was miserable, ridiculous, and satirical.

However,

Zhou Ze did not continue to rush to exterminate it,

but slowly raised his head,

his eyes were deep,

as if he had seen through this illusory barrier and saw the figure of the Immortal King wandering outside the Three Realms.

The other party seemed to sense Zhou Ze's gaze and was raging there in vain.

Zhou Ze stopped and stopped eating. Even so, dozens of great powerhouses had already become his meal.

There was even a lot of waste, they were slaughtered but the flesh and blood were left over, which could be said to be quite a waste of resources.

At this time,

Zhou Ze stood on the sea, reached out, and tore open his upper garment.

After the upper garment was torn open,

there was a golden wound mark on the left side of his chest.

This was the position where the Xuanyuan Sword had pierced before.

He was fine, because a substitute had blocked the sword for him, but after all, the relationship between the two was too close. Although the sword did not kill him, it still left a wound.

And this

was exactly what Zhou Ze needed.

His hand was placed on the position of the sword mark.

Hanba stood at a distance, her eyes fixed on Zhou Ze.

She wanted to step forward, but suddenly didn't dare, as if the scene had returned to ancient times, he was the most powerful general under her father, and she was just a princess yearning for love.

Of course, Zhou Ze wouldn't care what Hanba was thinking.

He had more important things to do,

even,

it could be said that

he had been planning for so long, enduring the vicissitudes of time, for this one move!

The last Fu Jun, a genius among men, sensed the opportunity of the Xuanyuan Sword in advance, and chose to let himself live through a scapegoat. Compared to the other old immortals, he was already absolutely amazing, after all, most people end up waiting for death no matter how much they toss around.

However,

for Zhou Ze,

this was not enough.

"What I want is not just to survive!"

Zhou Ze's hand began to slowly pull outwards.

For a time, the position of the sword mark on his chest seemed to produce a kind of traction in the dark.

Geese leave their calls, people leave their names, anything will leave a unique trace of itself when it passes by.

Right now,

what Zhou Ze was doing was forcibly pulling out the Xuanyuan Sword through the wound on his body, through his identity as a "remnant"!

The Xuanyuan Sword is the embodiment of rules, the projection of the virtual to the real. Rules are undoubtedly powerful. In fact, with Zhou Ze's self-confidence, even if he was at his true peak, whether he could really withstand that Xuanyuan Sword, maybe, the odds were only about 50%.

Because behind the Xuanyuan Sword, there is the entire world as a backing, which is equivalent to you fighting against the world alone!

But now, it was a full certainty!

Since it is a rule, there must be a pattern. If you master the pattern, then the rule will flow into your hands.

The surrounding space suddenly trembled at this time, as if something was being forcibly pulled out of this world.

"Oooooooooooooo………………"

Above the sky, the gale roared, as if the sky was sobbing.

One end of the sword hilt appeared in Zhou Ze's hands, and as Ying Gou slowly pulled it out, the sword body was also slowly appearing. Finally,

the entire Xuanyuan Sword

was forcibly "pulled" out by Zhou Ze from his chest in a way that created something out of nothing.

At this moment,

the sun, moon, and stars seemed to lose their color at this time.

The rules of yin and yang showed a violent disorder around him,

because,

the rule

was in Zhou Ze's hands.

You can say that he is the rule. When he holds this sword, he has actually grasped the rules.

On the sea,

Zhou Ze, holding the sword in one hand, let out a long roar,

under the long roar,

the human world was fine, only thunder rolled everywhere, but it was just thunder without rain;

and in the underworld, the more sensitive dead souls collectively began to howl in terror.

"Huangdi, I have raised this sword."

Immediately,

Zhou Ze slashed the sword towards the Immortal King's hand in front of him, which only had a thumb left.

A similar scene seemed to happen again. Just like the feeling when Ying Gou's phantom ascended to the sky and the whole world was frantically rejecting it, it appeared again.

However,

this time Zhou Ze was the one applying it!

The Immortal King's hand directly shattered,

and this sword was not over yet,

the aura of Xuanyuan, the aura of rules, began to lock onto the Immortal King's consciousness wandering outside the Three Realms, following the Immortal King's hand that had just been destroyed.

The Immortal King's consciousness, which had existed for countless years, began to struggle and roar, but in the end, it could not escape the fate of being completely strangled by the rules of the world, and this time,

the Immortal King would have no future.

In ancient times, Huangdi once held the Xuanyuan Sword and cut off the path to immortality with one sword.

Today, Zhou Ze holds the Xuanyuan again, completely sweeping everything from the former Immortal Court into the dust!

Xiezhi was willing to commit suicide and integrate into the rules in order to avoid Xuanyuan;

The last Fu Jun abandoned his foundation, just to survive.

And Zhou Ze, and Ying Gou,

what they wanted

was to hold this sword, which Huangdi had arranged to kill himself with,

in their own hands!

At this moment, what he was holding in his hand was not just a sword, but these Three Realms, the will of this world!

"What's the point of becoming an immortal? Immortals also have to die."

Zhou Ze whispered to himself.

His goal

is eternal immortality, eternal supremacy.

With his strength, plus this sword, even if ten more ancient epochs came, he would still be the one standing at the highest peak, overlooking all living beings!

Not to succumb, not to compromise, but to truly take charge!

Countless years of loneliness, the arrangements of long years, today, it has finally been accomplished.

Zhou Ze held the Xuanyuan Sword horizontally in front of him,

carefully admiring this sword that was once Huangdi's saber,

suddenly,

Zhou Ze's gaze paused, and the aura of overlooking the eight wildernesses also suddenly stagnated,

because he saw a stain on the sword,

that stain

was a drop of bright red blood.