Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

How long had this battle even started?

A Half-Sage had his chest pierced, his combat strength plummeting, and two Half-Sages were killed!

At this moment, the four Half-Sages who had been blocked by the Primordial Avatar finally broke through, their secret techniques overwhelming the sky as they violently bombarded Jun Wuxie.

"Kill!"

Simultaneously, the injured Half-Sage from the Holy Gate also recovered from his brief shock and anger, coordinating with the four Half-Sages to form a pincer attack, the scorching sun burning the world with fist imprints filling the void, bombarding him.

"Kill him!"

Runes flickered beneath Jun Wuxie's feet. He had long anticipated that those Half-Sages would break through, so how could he allow them to hit him? The moment the attacks approached, he vanished from his spot, dodging their secret techniques, and simultaneously issued commands to the Primordial Avatar.

Evading a wave of attacks, a River of Time manifested beneath his feet, surging forward, stirring up the tides of time, and evolving the rise and fall of civilizations.

The river swept across, forcing the four Half-Sages to evade, instantly separating them, especially the Holy Gate's Half-Sage, who was completely isolated from the other four.

Covered in blood and riddled with wounds, the Primordial Avatar seized the opportunity to charge towards him, its fist imprints like mountains, its strength penetrating the heavens and earth, reaching the eight desolations!

Although the Primordial Avatar only possessed thirty percent of the true body's combat strength, it still held absolute suppression against the injured Half-Sage, causing blood to continuously erupt from his body as he roared in fury.

"Fellow Daoists, save me!"

He desperately tried to resist while calling for help from the four Half-Sages.

"You block him, I'll go save him!"

The remaining Half-Sages were all from the Ancient Phoenix Sect.

At this moment, one Half-Sage charged towards the Primordial Avatar, while the other three all attacked Jun Wuxie.

However, Jun Wuxie's speed was too fast. The ultimate speed of Divine Travel Without Distance made him like a ray of light, instantly appearing before the Half-Sage who was trying to provide assistance, his dazzling fist imprints forcing the Half-Sage to retreat violently.

"Phoenix Feather Transformation Sword · Ten Thousand Kills!"

The four Half-Sages spread their arms, and pairs of phoenix wings grew from under their ribs.

As the wings flapped, the colors of the sky and earth changed!

The feathers on the wings clanged, as if made of metal, transforming into scarlet battle swords that detached from the wings and attacked overwhelmingly.

Jun Wuxie's golden blood energy surged, and a thick sphere of blood energy condensed. With a single wave of his hand, he condensed a golden light shield of martial intent in front of him.

The densely packed phoenix feather swords arrived, striking the light shield of martial intent with clanging sounds. In an instant, cracks like shattered glass appeared on the light shield, emitting cracking sounds.

Those phoenix feather swords seemed to possess magnetism. After the first sword pierced and was blocked by the light shield, it trembled and buzzed, frantically trying to drill forward to break through the light shield. The subsequent feather swords arrived, quickly converging around the first sword as the core.

All the swords buzzed incessantly, continuously drilling forward, causing the cracks on the light shield to become more and more numerous, constantly spreading.

The wings evolved by the four Half-Sages were still flapping, and the feathers on them continued to detach, the scarlet feather swords continuously bombarding Jun Wuxie's light shield of martial intent like ten thousand swords returning to their origin.

This scene made everyone's hearts palpitate.

The people of Ice Cloud Tower all became nervous.

That light shield was about to be unable to withstand it, filled with cracks and on the verge of collapsing!

"Playing with weapons in front of me, are you tired of living!"

Jun Wuxie spread his palms, facing each other, and runes of martial intent continuously condensed between his palms.

At this moment, he himself seemed to have become a weapon, like the emperor of weapons!

That martial intent surged out, carrying the might of the king of weapons, and rushed forward.

The feather swords trembled and buzzed, and the gathered feather swords separated to both sides with Jun Wuxie's hand movements, almost breaking free from the control of the four Half-Sages.

"Quick, regain control of the feather swords!"

They were extremely shocked and furious, only feeling that an extremely tyrannical martial intent was impacting the killing intent they had given to the feather swords, causing that intent to almost collapse and be erased.

The four frantically released their soul power, and at the same time, more feather swords rushed out from their wings, trying to quickly break through the light shield.

"Open for me!"

Jun Wuxie let out a long roar and pulled his hands violently to both sides.

Instantly, those feather swords were diverted to both sides amidst the endless clanging sounds.

At the same time, the pupils of the four Half-Sages of the Ancient Phoenix Sect contracted violently, and they were horrified to discover that they had completely lost control of those feather swords.

"Taste the power of your own secret techniques!"

Jun Wuxie moved his hands, and those feather swords gathered into two scarlet sword dragons, shuttling through the heavens and earth along the trajectory of his hands, the sword cries tearing apart the sky. Then, they swooped down from the nine heavens, surpassing their original killing power, and attacked the four Half-Sages.

The expressions of the four Half-Sages changed drastically. They no longer bothered to attack Jun Wuxie, and retreated, flapping their wings, forced to use the remaining feather swords to meet the sword dragons.

At this time, their state was equivalent to exposing their entire bodies without defense to the opponent.

Jun Wuxie's body was like a stream of light, pulling up a trail of afterimages thousands of meters long, closing in on a Half-Sage, causing that Half-Sage's pupils to dilate violently.

He wanted to defend, but it was too late. The opponent's speed was too fast.

A golden, dazzling fist forcefully pierced through his chest. This fist did not have any defense to wear down its power, not only piercing through his chest, but even blasting his entire body apart.

The others were dealing with the impact of the sword dragons and had no time to provide assistance. They watched in horror as the head of their fellow sect member was instantly removed. The blood gushing out from the headless neck soared several meters high.

Almost at the same time, a shrill, short scream came from afar.

The battle between the Primordial Avatar and the Holy Gate's Half-Sage also came to an end at this moment.

That Half-Sage's body was tattered, and in the end, his head was also taken off. His dilapidated body fell straight down, smashing onto the broken ice, and blood splattered everywhere.

"You guys, run!"

An Ancient Phoenix Sect Half-Sage roared hoarsely, igniting the fire of his origin, pushing the other two away, and blocking the attacks of the two sword dragons alone. Sword energy broke through and pierced his body, leaving him covered in blood!

"Gu Wei!"

The other two Half-Sages shouted in sorrow.

"Go, there's no need for us all to die here. Remember to avenge me in the future!"

As the Half-Sage named Gu Wei spoke, large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his mouth.

The two Half-Sages bit their teeth, tore through the void, and wanted to leave.

"Can you leave?"

Jun Wuxie appeared at their location as if teleporting.

At this time, the void had already cracked, and the two had already entered the void, but they had not had time to escape.

A fist bombarded them, carrying the phenomenon of Yin-Yang reversal, collapsing the entire void.

The two Half-Sages were only focused on escaping and did not even have time to defend. They were immediately shocked and spat out large mouthfuls of blood, falling out of the broken void.

Their fighting spirit collapsed. After falling out, they ran away, covering ten thousand meters in an instant, separating into two different directions.

Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold as he locked onto one person and chased after him, while the Primordial Avatar chased after the other.

"Jun Wuxie, if you dare to exterminate us, my Ancient Phoenix Sect will never let you go!!!"

An Ancient Phoenix Sect Half-Sage ran far away, but was still caught up. His eyes were frantic as he roared hoarsely.

"Don't tell me that if I don't kill you, the Ancient Phoenix Sect won't never let me go?"

Jun Wuxie sneered. He and the Ancient Phoenix Sect had long been irreconcilable, and there had been more than one or two conflicts.

"I'll fight you!"

That Half-Sage pounced on him, his entire back having been blasted open just now, with the bones exposed.

He was no match for Jun Wuxie even at his peak, let alone when he was seriously injured?

He was not Jun Wuxie, and did not have such a powerful body that could maintain peak combat strength even if all the bones in his body were broken and his internal organs were completely shattered.

Under the golden fist imprints, it was only a moment before his bones were broken and his tendons were snapped. In the end, amidst a shrill and unwilling scream, his head was twisted off.

This scene was no less than a nightmare for the Holy Sons of the various forces, as if they had fallen into a dark abyss, and they trembled in fear.

They recovered from their horror and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in a sorry state.

A rain of sword light poured down, sealing off all directions and forcing them back.

Mu Yuning, Mu Yushu, Mu Yurou, and Mu Yuling led hundreds of Holy Son-level experts to form a sword formation, trapping them inside.

"Follow me and charge! If you want to live, the only way is to break out a bloody path!"

The peak Holy Sons of the Ancient Phoenix Sect roared angrily with bloodshot eyes, leading the charge.

"Everyone, listen to my orders, don't clash head-on with them. Our goal is to trap them!"

Mu Yuning commanded, while also blocking the nineteen peak Holy Sons of the other side with Mu Yushu and the others.

The others maintained the sword formation, constantly changing positions, and releasing icy sword energy to prevent the hundreds of Holy Sons who were trying to break a gap in the sword formation.

"Quick, you go help them tear open a gap, we'll block these four women!"

The peak Holy Sons of the Ancient Phoenix Sect were anxious.

At the entrance of Ice Cloud Tower, the two elders of the Xuanyuan Clan looked at each other. Until this moment, they both felt that everything today was somewhat unreal.

But it was happening right before their eyes!

The Ancient Phoenix Sect, Holy Gate, Kaitian Sword Sect, and other forces, a total of seven Half-Sages, twenty peak Holy Sons, and hundreds of Holy Son-level experts from various realms, seemed to be completely accounted for here, with no one having any chance of leaving alive.

"Do you believe it?"

Ninth Elder looked at Eighth Elder and asked.

"I can't believe it."

Eighth Elder shook his head, reached out and pinched Ninth Elder's arm hard. Ninth Elder cried out in pain and said, "Eighth Brother, what are you doing?"

"Hearing your scream, I believe it."

Eighth Elder stroked his beard and nodded seriously, saying, "It seems it's really not a dream."

Ninth Elder's beard trembled with anger and said, "Why don't you pinch yourself?"

"It doesn't hurt when I pinch you."

Hearing this, the muscles on Ninth Elder's face twitched, and he almost fought with Eighth Elder.

Jun Wuxie killed the fleeing half-sage who had been resisting the sword dragon and returned just in time to witness this scene, finding the two elders amusing.

To think that people over a thousand years old could still have such childlike innocence.

However, he didn't go to the two elders but went straight into the sword formation formed by the high-level members of the Bingyun Tower.

The moment he entered, the Saint Realm experts from those forces were so frightened that their legs went weak, and their faces turned ashen.

Mu Yuning, Mu Yushu, Mu Yurou, and Mu Yuling quickly retreated behind him.

At this time, those people were still attacking the sword formation.

This was their only hope of survival.

They thought that as long as they broke out of the sword formation, so many people could run in different directions, and with luck, they might have a chance to survive.

Just then, a golden palm covered the sky, and the overflowing military intent was like a sword descending, causing their bodies to crack and their souls to be pierced.

That kind of fear, difficult to control, arose from their hearts, and they didn't even have time to react.

With a loud bang!

The golden blood energy palm struck down, and the nineteen peak Saint Realm experts' bodies shattered like porcelain, instantly turning into bloody mud.

This scene caused the other Saint Realm experts to completely collapse.

Several who were particularly afraid of death knelt down directly, weeping and begging Jun Wuxie to spare their lives.

Jun Wuxie couldn't help but frown. How did this kind of trash cultivate to the Saint Realm?

For the sake of living, kneeling and begging for mercy was one thing, but they were actually weeping!

It seemed that in large forces with deep foundations, some people born with high status could forcibly increase their cultivation with abundant resources.

If they were born ordinary, with this kind of mentality, could they break through to the Saint Realm?

However, they were only at the Saint Realm. Such people could never go higher unless they had a great stroke of luck.

"We were wrong, we won't dare to do it again, spare our worthless lives!"

They begged, their posture as cowardly as could be. Even the Saint Realm experts who were with them couldn't stand it and glared at them.

Jun Wuxie didn't speak but made his move.

Amidst the screams of those Saint Realm experts, a blood energy-condensed palm swept across, grabbing hundreds of people in its hand.

As the palm closed, miserable cries filled the air, and scarlet blood flowed from between the fingers.

"Still want to live? Do you think I, Jun Wuxie, am a great philanthropist?"

As he spoke, the blood energy in his palm vibrated, and hundreds of Saint Realm experts instantly exploded into a blood mist.

The high-level members of the Bingyun Tower watched with twitching eyes. Killing hundreds of Saint Realm experts with one hand was too shocking!