Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Forty demigods besieged a single person.

In such a space and battlefield, the besieged person had no way to dodge; every attack could only be met head-on.

At the same time, due to the sheer number of attackers, it seemed impossible for one pair of hands to resolve the attacks of forty pairs of hands.

However, to the disbelief of the demigods of the Atu Empire and the Nine Great Powers, that youth from beyond the realm did it.

His aura actually increased dramatically in an instant, and he abandoned the footwork he had been using, his body suddenly rooted to the center of the battlefield!

Although the target stopped, their attacks could not hit his body.

Between the movements of his fists, the speed of his punches was so fast that they doubted their very existence!

How could it be so fast!

The youth was surrounded by fist imprints as brilliant as divine suns, each fist imprint evolving into an ancient and blurred universe, filled with the boiling chaos and extraordinary scenes of the creation of heaven and earth.

Those fist imprints and visions of the universe not only pierced through and obliterated all their secret techniques of attack, but also counterattacked.

"I've been waiting for you, no need to waste time now."

Jun Wuxie's voice was calm and indifferent, and the aura of killing in his fist imprints suddenly intensified.

That was the effect of the Three Thousand Stacked Killing Technique being enhanced.

The effect of this innate auxiliary secret technique had a wide range of control; it could be ten times, a hundred times, ten thousand times, or even hundreds of thousands of times.

Different effects had different power, and the impact and backlash on the physical body were also different.

His fist imprints resolved round after round of overwhelming attacks, among which one punch carried particularly strong killing intent.

That fist imprint pierced through the secret technique visions, leaving the old man of the Atu Empire with nowhere to hide.

With one punch, he directly blasted the old man in the air!

He let out a shrill scream.

Although the others quickly came forward to rescue him, buying him time to reorganize his body, his body became much weaker after being reorganized.

The destructive power in that fist imprint was too strong, causing him to consume a lot of life essence.

"Despicable to the extreme!"

The white-haired old man roared in anger.

He really wanted to angrily ask: Why is it always me who gets hurt!

Earlier, it was he whose chest was pierced and internal organs shattered; now, he was the first to be blasted apart.

Why did that damned youth from beyond the realm have to focus on taking care of him, couldn't he hit someone else?

At this moment, the two demigods who had bought him time to repair his body were hit by the Chaos Creation Emperor Fist.

Although they joined forces to resist, they were still blasted away by one punch.

Their bodies shattered the void along the way, heavily impacting the barrier, and then their entire physical bodies were covered with cracks, causing them to feel terrified and hurriedly circulate their life essence to repair themselves.

But it was too late; their bodies were too severely injured, and before their life essence could repair them, their physical bodies disintegrated amidst spurting blood, exploding into pieces on the spot, causing them to let out shrill screams.

The excruciating pain of the physical body exploding was difficult to endure, a living hell, accurately transmitted to their sea of consciousness and primordial spirit.

"You are still too weak; to think that a siege could contend with me, it can only be said that you people are too naive."

Jun Wuxie's words were ruthless, and his attacks were fierce.

He strode between dozens of demigods, with dragons and tigers accompanying his body on the left and right.

Roar!

Howl!

Between the dragon's roar and the tiger's howl, the Chaos Golden Dragon shuttled back and forth, and the fierce tiger pounced, simply unstoppable.

At the same time, his fist imprints and sword intent swept across all directions, leaving the demigods unable to cope.

Boom!

Under his control of the Dao of War, mountain-shaped great seals emerged in the sky, descending from the sky, accurately suppressing and killing each demigod.

In the next moment, between Jun Wuxie's breaths, the sky was filled with chaotic thunder, covering this area like a chaotic thunderstorm.

The chaotic thunderous sound erupted from his breath, and each time it sounded, it caused the hearts of those demigods to suddenly contract, as if someone had fiercely grabbed them, almost exploding, the pain piercing their bones, causing them to let out a scream and stagger, their figures unstable.

This was fatal for them.

At the moment of staggering, the mountain seals suppressed down, and the dragons and tigers pounced to kill.

Pfft!

Some demigods were torn apart by tiger claws, crushed by great dragons, and suppressed and killed until they exploded.

For a time, screams rose and fell one after another.

Jun Wuxie had too many attack methods, and many of them did not require him to make any movements.

For example, the Dao of War.

He only needed to release the Dao of War with his thoughts, and he could evolve various forms of attack methods.

The demigods of the Atu tribe and the Nine Great Powers were simply exhausted to cope, unable to resist the simple and high-intensity attacks like a storm.

They suffered heavy injuries, and their bodies were blasted apart.

As long as the body was blasted apart once, it was fatal.

Because next, they simply had no time to adjust their state, and facing continuous attacks, they could only cope in a very poor state, so that they were constantly blasted apart in the air.

This battlefield had become a killing field.

The Atu tribe and the Nine Great Powers, a total of forty demigods, were all repeatedly blasted apart, without any ability to fight back, not even able to defend, no different from human-shaped targets.

Among these demigods, the number of times the young female ancestor of the Atu tribe was blasted apart was the least.

It was the woman who deliberately left flaws in every attack.

Jun Wuxie did it deliberately, which was considered taking care of her.

He now had doubts in his heart; that young female ancestor definitely could not die, otherwise, he would not be able to figure out the truth.

He felt that there must be something strange about this.

"Outland intruder! You are extremely hateful, actually forcing us to this point!"

The Atu Emperor roared angrily when reorganizing his body again.

"Atu Emperor, what are you waiting for? Activate the formation quickly!"

The masters of the Nine Great Powers roared in extreme anger; their hearts and guts trembled. How could this opponent be so powerful!

They smelled the scent of death.

Having survived for thousands of years, several epochs, it would be too sad to die here.

Ah—

The Atu Emperor screamed and was blasted apart again by Jun Wuxie's Dragon-Tiger Strength, this time even his primordial spirit was almost destroyed, suffering heavy damage.

However, at the moment his body shattered, he completed the seal to activate the great formation.

The people of the Atu Empire and the Nine Great Powers breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Hahaha, boy, no matter how monstrous and heaven-defying you are, you will still die!

Once the formation is activated, no one can resist it unless you are a true god!"

They regained their confidence, even though they were covered in blood, had just reorganized their bodies, and their faces were as pale as paper, they revealed smug smiles.

At this time, the ground of the entire imperial city lit up with runes, forming a huge rune formation diagram, covering the imperial city.

Brilliant light rose up, and it looked like the great formation was about to be activated.

But just when the smiles on the faces of the demigods of the Atu Empire and the Nine Great Powers were at their thickest, the light suddenly dimmed and went out.

The smiles on their faces froze, their facial muscles stiffened, their bodies trembled, and after their lips trembled for a long time, they suddenly roared out: "What's going on? Why is the great formation silent!"

They were furious, their faces ashen, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

"Is it you?!

Impossible!

No matter how capable you are, you couldn't have destroyed the core formation of my empire's imperial city in such a short time!"

They had already guessed the truth; there was no other reason to explain it.

But they were unwilling to accept this cruel reality.

A thousand calculations, in the end, were miscalculations.

This person's methods exceeded the limit of their knowledge too much, so that they always miscalculated his abilities, and suffered great losses every time.

Now that the great formation that was supposed to be the last resort cannot be activated, what else can suppress this youth from beyond the realm?

These dozens of people are already almost all the demigod powerhouses on the entire continent.

Could it be that they are going to their demise today?

The Atu Emperor's face was ashen as he looked at the palace behind him, looking at this magnificent imperial city.

A lifetime of glory, sitting on the throne of the empire, high above, with great power in his hands.

Now, everything is about to be buried.

A youth from beyond the realm, a person who has only cultivated for a few decades, is going to bury this group of demigod powerhouses who have lived for several epochs, and destroy a vast empire that has been created for several epochs!

"This Emperor is not reconciled, not reconciled!"

The Atu Emperor roared to the sky, his head of wavy black hair danced wildly, and his eyes momentarily went mad.

He roared and pounced towards Jun Wuxie.

Almost at the same time, most of the other demigods of the Atu tribe also pounced over.

But they simply had no chance to get close.

They were very weak now, and the mountain seals condensed by the Dao of War were still suspended above their heads, pressing down directly, pressing them to the ground, their hands resisting the bottom of the great seals, their bodies trembling, their waists bent, and they knelt heavily on the ground with a boom, their faces full of humiliation.

Boom!

The demigods of the Nine Great Powers were also suppressed by the mountain seals condensed by the Dao of War, their bodies unable to withstand it, their legs bent, and they knelt heavily on the ground, their knees smashing holes in the ground.

Only two people were not suppressed.

One was the young female ancestor who cultivated the sword dao, and the other was the Atu Emperor who rushed over.

At this moment, the Atu Emperor's neck was locked by Jun Wuxie's palm, and his whole body was lifted up.

His legs kicked frantically, struggling desperately, his face was suffocated into a liver color, his eyeballs were protruding, and his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes.

His eyes were still crazy, and his facial expression was very ferocious.

"Your kind of race will eventually have a time when you will not end well.

Back then, when you made that choice, you should have known what the consequences would be."

"Hahaha! If it weren't for you, we would still be able to develop very well. For thousands of years, we have lived very well, that is the fact!"

"It's just a pity that it's precisely because I am here."

Jun Wuxie responded calmly, then abruptly threw Atu Huang onto the ground. Descending, he stomped on Atu Huang's face, pinning him underfoot.

Around him, dozens of demigod powerhouses, suppressed by the mountain and river imprints condensed from his martial intent, knelt on the ground with faces full of humiliation. Their bodies were hunched, blood oozing from their mouths, and many cracks had opened in the flesh of their bodies under the immense pressure.

"You, come here."

Jun Wuxie looked at the sword-wielding maiden ancestor standing in the air, her face pale and her aura weak.

The maiden's eyes remained cold. Hearing this, she said nothing, her expression blank, but she still came before him.

As soon as she stood still, before she could say anything, Jun Wuxie's fingers, surrounded by chaotic golden light, slapped her face with a resounding crack.

Although this slap wasn't very heavy, it wasn't light either. It immediately caused the tender skin of her left cheek to swell up high, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and she staggered backward.

"Extraterrestrial, you don't have to do this. It would be better to just kill this ancestor," the sword-wielding maiden ancestor said coldly, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes looking at him indifferently.

As her words fell, Jun Wuxie's left hand responded to her with another slap to her right cheek.

Then, Jun Wuxie removed his foot from Atu Huang's face and walked towards the palace.

As he left the battlefield, he sealed the celestial passages of all the demigod powerhouses.

Arriving before the palace, Jun Wuxie looked inside. A large number of officials were gathered, but at this moment, they were all trembling, their faces filled with terror. Even powerhouses like Eternal Giants felt fear.

Jun Wuxie took a deep breath, and the aura around him instantly weakened a lot, no longer as strong as before. A paleness also appeared on his face, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He clutched his chest, panting heavily a few times, before readjusting his state, but he couldn't shake off his weakened condition.

His hair was visibly turning gray at a rapid pace, indicating that he had paid a great price in the previous battle.

The Eternal powerhouses inside the palace still didn't dare to have any thoughts.

They were well aware that even if that extraterrestrial youth was weakened, they couldn't even begin to compare.

Dozens of demigods had been suppressed, let alone people like them.

Even if the other party only had one-tenth of their strength left, they could instantly kill them without a doubt.

"Hmm, it seems your fate is sealed here!"

A cold voice suddenly echoed in the sky above the imperial city.

Immediately afterward, three figures emerged from the distant void, wearing ancient gray robes. As they walked, a gloomy aura billowed, forming a dark cloud.

The three youths were very young, full of vigor and vitality, their blood energy long and drawn out.

Arrogance was evident between their brows, and they looked down on people with a sense of superiority.

"Jun Wuxie, we've heard of your great name for a long time, and today we finally meet formally.

To be honest, your performance has shocked us.

We didn't expect you to be hiding so deeply, possessing the powerful strength to single-handedly kill dozens of demigods.

Hmm, these days, we have been unable to contact the two demigods of our tribe. It seems they must have died at your hands."

The newcomers were the three demigod powerhouses of the Yinming Tribe.

They had arrived near this imperial city earlier and had been observing secretly for a long time.

Finding that they couldn't see through his depths, and coupled with the conflict between Jun Wuxie and the Atu Empire, they didn't take action, waiting to watch the tigers fight from the mountain, and also to see how strong the target was.

As a result, the more they watched, the more shocked they became. The target was actually able to suppress so many demigods.

They guessed at the time that Jun Wuxie must have used some forbidden technique with heaven-defying effects.

Sure enough, he suffered a backlash, and his injuries were not light. This could be seen from his pale face and weak aura.

Feeling that it should be very safe, they showed themselves.

Taking advantage of Jun Wuxie's weakness, they would kill him here, otherwise, it would be difficult to find another opportunity.