"Bang! — — "
The mountain peak was a spell formed by spiritual talismans. It was called the Mountain Shifting Technique. This mountain peak was the terrifying attack formed by the spell itself. It was formed by the immense power of the earth and was not an illusion. It could be seen as a real mountain peak. Its surface was no different from any other mountain peak. It could not be more real.
However, it contained an incomparably heavy power. When it smashed down, it could even crush a mountain into dust. That was a piece of cake. It was extremely terrifying. It was a spell that only Nascent Soul cultivators could master. When it was cast by the Ten Thousand Laws Heavenly Mirror, it had an amplifying effect, causing the mountain peak to contain a terrifying power.
Although it was weakened by the ancient bridge, it still had a power that could not be ignored.
Di Shitian's punch had completely transformed into a Demon King. He had gathered all the power in his powerful demon body that he had obtained as an ancient demon cultivator into this punch. The power contained in this punch was more than ten thousand catties.
The fist and the mountain peak collided.
A terrifying booming sound rang out and a terrifying shockwave swept all the surrounding cultivators away. Wretched cries could be heard echoing through the sky. Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou!
Rumble! — —
Every inch of Di Shitian's flesh and blood crazily poured power into his left arm. Wave after wave of power blasted towards the mountain peak. The mountain peak's downward momentum was forcefully stopped. 'Crack!' A frightening and crisp sound rang out mysteriously. Then, cracks spread out from the top of the mountain, with the fist as the center, in all directions at lightning speed.
In almost the blink of an eye, the cracks covered the entire mountain peak. With a loud boom, the huge mountain peak exploded under Di Shitian's divine power. It turned into countless rocks of various sizes and shot out in all directions. For a moment, the cultivators with lower cultivation levels cursed under their breaths.
"Crack!"
At this moment, the Tiger Soul also revealed its ferocious side. The golden saber light continued to flow. The saber broke the Five Element Ring and, with the remaining power, slashed across Tian Yue's neck at lightning speed. Tian Yue's head was sent flying. The essence blood and Nascent Soul in his body were all devoured by the Tiger Soul. A Nascent Soul cultivator who could call the wind and summon the rain in the outside world. He had died so easily under the Tiger Soul Saber.
"Roar!!"
The blade of the Tiger Soul trembled in excitement and actually emitted an intense tiger roar. On the surface of the blade, an abnormally illusory shadow faintly flashed and immediately disappeared. The murderous aura emitted from the Tiger's Soul Saber had become even denser. The spirituality within the saber also seemed to have become even stronger and had increased by a lot.
"Yes!!"
Di Shitian let out a muffled groan and a line of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Even with his powerful body, Di Shitian was unable to withstand the attack that was powerful enough to kill any Core Formation cultivator. Even with Di Shitian's powerful body, there was no way he could remain unscathed. The blood in his body roiled.
A mouthful of blood surged up his throat, but he forcefully swallowed it down.
His expression did not reveal the slightest trace of his emotions. His left hand reached forward, leaving behind afterimages in the air. With unparalleled speed, he grabbed the Five Element Ring and the Ten Thousand Laws Heavenly Mirror in his hand. His eyes swept across and landed on the simple and unadorned ring on Tian Yue's finger. With a flash of the Tiger Soul Saber, a finger flew up.
Grabbing the finger, he threw it together with the ring into the storage pouch. Unfortunately, once these items entered the storage pouch, they could not be taken out. On the ancient bridge, it was impossible to take them out again.
It was strange. When the owner of a Natal Magic Treasure died, most of them would lose more than half of their strength. Some would even shatter directly. However, on the ancient bridge, even this kind of connection could be weakened or even suppressed. Regardless of whether it was the Five Element Ring or the Ten Thousand Laws Heavenly Mirror, there was no reaction at all. This was an extremely rare and strange occurrence.
How could Di Shitian let go of such an opportunity? He immediately took it with him.
"Of the ten spots to cross the ancient bridge this time, no one can take away my spot. Those who block me will be killed without mercy! "
Di Shitian killed Tian Yue. Although Tian Yue was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he died under the Tiger Soul Saber. To be honest, Di Shitian did not feel the slightest bit of emotion or fluctuation in his heart. It was as if he had just killed a pig, a dog, a cow, or a sheep. He did not care at all. His gaze swept across the front. Right now, regardless of whether it was the Immortal Cultivators or the Demon Clan, they were all killing and rushing forward with all their might.
Right now, the furthest they had gone was already a few hundred feet away. Wherever they passed, the ancient bridge was dyed red with blood. It was a bright red and gave off a chilling feeling. This was the symbol of slaughter. Blood flowed like a river and dyed the ancient bridge red.
"Patter!"
Regardless of whether it was Di Shitian's expression, gaze, or state of mind, he had already entered an incomparably cold state. He was not in a hurry to chase forward. His footsteps were very steady as he walked forward step by step. Every step he took was powerful and abnormally heavy. Even the endless sounds of slaughter could not cover the sound of his footsteps.
As he walked forward, the Tiger Soul in his hand did not stop for even a moment. Slash after slash, every slash was like the horns of an antelope. There was not a single trace of a slash that could be found. Every slash was bloody. Every slash took away a fresh life. With every step he took, all the Immortal Cultivators in a radius of ten meters around him were cut into pieces by the Tiger Soul. Usually, they were all killed with a single slash.
The Tiger Soul drank blood, and its murderous aura grew stronger!
Sakra moved forward step by step. What he was stepping on wasn't a road, but a road of corpses. He was stepping on corpses as he moved forward. Every time he killed a person, the murderous aura on his body would become denser, and his unique aura of supremacy would become more obvious. His supremacy aura, which was originally just in a budding state, slowly grew as he killed, absorbing nutrients.
Killing one was a crime. Killing a hundred made one a hero. Killing millions made one a hero among heroes.
The birth of a king was usually accompanied by mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and innumerable skeletons. Supremacy was the domineering aura of an emperor. It was the kind of aura that did not allow for any provocation. This kind of aura needed to be cultivated through countless killings. What it needed was the kind of supreme majesty that could cause the world to be covered in corpses for thousands of miles in a single moment of anger.
At this moment, Di Shitian's aura was slowly growing. It was growing in the midst of slaughter —
"Pata!"
One step after another. In just ten short steps, the number of Immortal Cultivators who died under the Tiger Soul Slash had reached hundreds. There was not a single person left within a radius of ten meters around him.
"This is too scary. Could this be a Daemon King? This is so f * cking scary. We can't stop him at all …"
"Scary. What kind of slash is that? It's so domineering. This is a Dharma treasure-level spear that I obtained with great difficulty, but it was cut in half by a single slash. This is … "
"I've heard that sword cultivators have the powerful strength to break ten thousand spells with a single sword. This Daemon King is too fierce. He can even split spells apart. Even the Yin Thunder and Divine Thunder can be scattered. Weaker spells can't even break his body."
"No wonder there are rumors that those abnormal Martial Cultivators were created by referring to the Daemon Race's body. They want to cultivate the body to be as strong as the Daemon Race. It seems like it's true."
"Hide quickly. This Daemon King is too fierce. We can't stop him at all. Rushing forward is just courting death. "
For a moment, all kinds of exclamations sounded in the surroundings of Sakra. Each and every one of them was scared pale by that terrifying scene. Oh my god, usually outside, they were all high and mighty. Any one of them could be called the elite of the elite. But in the hands of Sakra, it was like cutting a melon and cutting vegetables.
One slash, one kill. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of them died. But he didn't suffer any injuries. This kind of strength could be said to be extremely fierce on the ancient bridge.
Each and every one of them was so scared that they wanted to run far away. However, although the ancient bridge didn't look narrow, when tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of cultivators rushed up, it was so crowded that it was difficult to move. After all, every person who came up needed to maintain a certain amount of space around them to fight. How could they let go of so many cultivators?
But Di Shitian didn't care. He kept moving forward. As long as they came within ten meters of him, he would kill without mercy.
"Pu!! — "
Tiger Soul was brandished. A golden saber light streaked across the sky. With a flash of blood, he killed three cultivators in front of him. Then, with a backhand slash, he cut a cultivator who wanted to sneak attack him from behind into two.
Every step was a massacre. Every slash was death!
"Boom!!"
Just when Sakra stepped on the corpses all the way to the hundredth step, in front of him, a simple and unadorned huge fist that seemed to be made of bronze smashed towards his head. At the same time, a burly man wearing tight martial artist clothes strode out in big strides like lightning. He roared, "So what if you're the Demon King? A bunch of cowards. You're actually so scared. You usually look down on martial cultivators, but now, you're such cowards. Pah! Watch how I deal with the Demon King. "
He spoke sarcastically to the cultivators around him. His words were full of disdain.
This burly man was obviously a martial cultivator that was relatively rare in the cultivation world. His face was filled with resoluteness. His performance was indeed worthy of the title of Martial Cultivator. Under his feet, he was walking in a strange pace. Within his steps, there was a mysterious aura. With every step he took, the aura on his body, and even his strength, mysteriously rose by a fold.
"Bang bang bang!! — "
When he arrived in front of Di Shitian, he had only taken seven steps, but his aura was so strong that it could topple mountains and overturn seas. His entire body was filled with explosive power. The fist carried with it a terrifying intent realm that could shatter mountains. He felt like he was going to blast a mountain apart with his fist.
Ferocious, his entire body exuded a ferocious aura.
An overwhelming force was channeled into his fist as he smashed it towards Di Shitian's head.
There was no doubt that if this fist really landed on his head, it would definitely be smashed into pieces. This person was no different from a ferocious beast. (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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