The wound of the sky shook intensely, a few figures vaguely visible amidst the radiance formed of the pressuring power of dimensions.
When they had shot out of the wound of the sky, they saw that it was precisely King Xuanmu.
It was just that this current ruler of the Grand Xuan Dynasty was currently in an extremely sorry state.
The crown on his head had been completely shattered, his hair disheveled as fresh blood dripped from a tragic wound on his left shoulder and right abdomen.
There was a dark red scar on his forehead. Blood flowed down from his forehead and dyed half of his face red.
Behind King Xuanmu were a few Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners who had descended to the Eight Extremities World alongside him earlier.
It was just that while they had left with the momentum of a vast army, only a mere few remained now that they had returned.
Lingering fear still remained on everyone's faces as they hurriedly left the wound of the sky behind them, as if it was a deep abyss of destruction.
"What exactly is this Eight Extremities World? Besides that Yan Zhaoge father and son, there are actually other heaven-shocking experts here! "
"Are they really born and bred in that lower world? It can't be that they are from some power of the World beyond Worlds, right? "
"Monstrous geniuses and monsters are appearing one after another. This is truly unbelievable!"
At this moment, the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners who had been able to return to the World beyond Worlds through the wound of the sky all simultaneously had the same thought.
Fortunately, the other party was unable to catch up!
With the wound of the sky and the barrier of the heavens and earth separating the World beyond Worlds and the lower world, it was really too good!
No one dared to say this out loud. That would be too weak, boosting the morale of their enemies while diminishing their own.
However, this was what everyone was thinking within their hearts.
Also, this thought lingered in their minds for a long time, unable to dissipate.
The Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners looked like they had lost their parents, King Xuanmu himself similarly feeling utterly dejected.
Personally leading the army and descending to the lower world, he had actually been heavily injured by someone in the end, nearly dying down there!
Yes, that was right. His cultivation base had been suppressed to the third level of the Martial Saint realm by the power of dimensions.
Even so, however, his strength was still much greater than that of true late Merging Avatar Martial Saints.
Yet, his opponent was even more powerful than him.
That sabre aura which resembled the descent of a monarch even caused King Xuanmu who had reigned over the Royal Reed Sea for so many years to feel a sense of misconception.
The other party was the true supreme being, and he could only submit to him.
He wanted to shatter this illusion, but the result proved that this feeling was right!
His dignity did not allow him to admit defeat just like this. Still, the truth was that if he had hesitated slightly just now and had not released the restrictions and ascended in time, he would have perished in a foreign land, perishing within the Eight Extremities World.
He had managed to break free of the Eight Extremities World in time, ascending to the World beyond Worlds as he had barely managed to evade that supreme sabre.
That terrifying blade still shattered his crown and left a scar on his forehead.
If he had been any slower, his entire head would have been split open by that saber!
The Grand Xuan Dynasty had already suffered quite a few losses at Yan Zhaoge's hands. However, those who had directly clashed with Yan Zhaoge and sown a life and death enmity with him were mostly figures of the Shenling Ten Swords.
Before this, amidst his hostility towards Yan Zhaoge, King Xuanmu had also felt some admiration towards him.
However, having personally entered the Eight Extremities World this time and returning in defeat, having narrowly escaped death, King Xuanmu was unable to relax at all.
Unprecedented depression and resentment.
"Your Majesty, we …" A Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioner asked.
King Xuanmu's face was sunken, resembling a volcano that was about to erupt.
Having left the wound of the sky and returned to the World beyond Worlds, his cultivation base had instantly recovered.
The wound on his body which had originally been bleeding unceasingly now gradually retracted, no longer bleeding.
Rampant sabre-qi was still rampaging about his wound. However, having returned to the World beyond Worlds, he was finally able to suppress and expel it, preventing it from continuing to wreak havoc.
How powerful were the fleshly bodies of Martial Saints, how intricate was their control over their bodies?
Yet, back in the Eight Extremities World, King Xuanmu had been unable to even staunch his own bleeding!
Even now, while he had temporarily suppressed his injuries from worsening, those heavy injuries were still real as they would not be able to recover from within a short period of time.
As he thought of this, King Xuanmu's expression turned even gloomier than before.
He spat out the words through his teeth, "Return to the capital and prepare the Chaotic Heavenly Falling Treasure Pouch!"
He did not have the face to seek help from Kang Ping, He Dongcheng and Gu Zhang.
Preparing the Chaotic Heavenly Falling Treasure Pouch and descending to the Eight Extremities World along with the high-grade Sacred Artifact, the King Xuan Spear, he definitely had to personally regain his face.
The Grand Xuan Dynasty had as many experts as there were clouds, its four Lord Protectors all being peak Seeing Divinity Martial Saints.
Having hurriedly descended to the Eight Extremities World this time, he had not made sufficient preparations. Now that he had returned, he was determined to flatten that lower world which had nearly caused him to fail miserably.
Hearing his words, the spirits of the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners all rose.
"King, let's not waste our breath on them. If the King Xuan Spear can descend to that lower world and release the restrictions then, we can directly destroy that world from within!"
Someone gnashed his teeth, "That Yan Zhaoge's lineage and this world from which he was born will be reduced to dust together!"
King Xuanmu did not express his stance. After exiting the wound of the sky, he immediately roared in a heavy tone, "Where is Yao Hai …"
Before he had finished speaking, his expression changed greatly.
It was not that he could not see the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners who should have been guarding the wound of the sky.
Instead, he felt that the connection between him and the King Xuan Spear had been severed!
Gazing over, King Xuanmu saw Yan Zhaoge standing amidst the empty heavens and earth, a massive palace hovering beside him.
Looking at King Xuanmu, Yan Zhaoge smiled, "Is Yao Hai referring to him?"
Standing beside Yan Zhaoge, the Northern Ocean Clone picked up a corpse which was shockingly still garbed in golden armour.
Looking at the massive, bloodied hole on the forehead of that golden-armoured martial practitioner and then at the smiling Yan Zhaoge, King Xuanmu could only feel the flames of fury shooting straight to the top of his head as he was hard pressed to suppress them.
"King Xuan Spear …" Concentrating, King Xuanmu finally felt a hint of spiritual qi fluctuations that were weak to the point of virtually undetectable, originating from the King Xuan Spear that he was most familiar with.
And this fluctuation clearly originated from the Myriad Dragon Palace beside Yan Zhaoge.
Seeing his appearance, Yan Zhaoge could not help but smile, "Are you still looking for something?"
King Xuanmu's vision darkened as he glared viciously at Chen Zhiliang, "Is Golden Court Mountain going to go back on their word?"
Chen Zhiliang frowned slightly, but before he could answer, he heard King Xuanmu say coldly, "If I do not kill this Yan Zhaoge, how would this King have the face to stand between the heavens and the earth? Even if Golden Court Mountain helps him today, this King will definitely not compromise! "
Saying thus, a spear suddenly appeared within his palm, blazing flames blazing to the heavens as he pierced straight towards Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge said, "This Yan's appearance here has nothing to do with the lineage of the Southeastern Exalt. Do not sully the reputation of the Southeastern Exalt."
The Northern Ocean Clone transformed into the silhouette of a Kunpeng, sweeping along Yan Zhaoge and the Myriad Dragon Palace as he soared high into the air, shooting into the nine heavens.
King Xuanmu pursued, but the Northern Ocean Clone was too fast as he was actually unable to close the distance between them within a short period of time.
Seeing the rage on King Xuanmu's face grow even greater, Yan Zhaoge laughed.
Even Kang Ping would not be confident of leaving him behind, let alone King Xuanmu who no longer possessed the King Xuan Spear.
More importantly, King Xuanmu was currently riddled with injuries as his strength had been greatly diminished.
If not for the fact that he was currently unable to use the Extreme Yang Seal, Yan Zhaoge would even like to clash head-on with this expert of the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm.
Looking at King Xuanmu who was enraged yet unable to do anything to him, Yan Zhaoge waved his hands at him, chuckling.
"If you have the ability, come and hit me." (To be continued.)
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