As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life - Chapter 1553: 413: Qian Yuan Divine Sect Is Not the Equal Heaven Temple of Old, Eight Gates Open and Gods Dance Their Last in the Human World
Capítulo 1553: Chapter 413: Qian Yuan Divine Sect Is Not the Equal Heaven Temple of Old, Eight Gates Open and Gods Dance Their Last in the Human World
Accompanied by the reverse flow of air currents, countless black clouds surged upward, then crazily flowed back.
This made the figure of the Underworld Yama appear like a demon god lifted by the heavens and earth.
Li Che inhaled and exhaled, releasing a powerful airflow.
The black robe on his body had long since exploded, revealing his flawless, strong physique, with a black-and-white mask covering his face, and his long hair falling to his knees, wildly fluttering like a cape.
A baking furnace stood behind him, with golden smoke swirling around his fists.
Li Che raised his head, staring intensely at Zhao Beidou…
Meanwhile, Zhao Beidou’s eyes were burning with tribulation fire, shining brightly, yet his heart was filled with shock.
This person… what on earth is his background?!
Not a Martial God, yet he can withstand the divine tribulation’s slaughter!
He can actually block the pressure of the Heaven and Earth Soul of a Divine Tribulation Cultivator, and even counterattack, creating a clash!
The Disaster Wheel behind Zhao Beidou flickered and trembled non-stop. Inside this Small Cave Heaven, he could unleash his full strength without any concerns, without fear of the threat of the Power of Three Disasters and Nine Tribulations.
However, even with full exertion, he couldn’t manage to blow up the Netherworld Ox Demon and the Underworld Yama as he wished.
On the contrary, they blocked him!
“Good! Good! Good!”
Zhao Beidou exclaimed “good” three times, each echoing through the void, becoming increasingly majestic and resounding through the heavens!
He, a dignified divine tribulation being, cannot kill a Martial Saint?!
Today, he must kill this Underworld Yama and slaughter all the evildoers of the Underworld!
…
…
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Amidst the howling chaotic winds, disorder ensued within the imperial camp.
One by one, commanders rushed forward with their armor clanging, landing beside Xie Yushen, whose entire body was stained with gold, appearing as if connected with the Will of Heaven and Earth.
Xie Yushen stood on the Luck Golden Lotus, his entire being immensely grand.
“State Preceptor!”
“It’s truly wonderful that the State Preceptor is unharmed!”
“Those wretched Underworld traitors deserve to die! Fortunately, the State Preceptor is protected by the National Fortune and blessed with Qi Fortune, unharmed by tribulations!”
…
The commanders, exhaling like thunder, all felt relaxed, their backs previously covered in cold sweat.
After all, if the commander of the mountain-breaking and sect-destroying assault were to be assassinated, they would bear irrefutable responsibility.
Gu Qianchi, upon seeing Xie Yushen unharmed, revealed a cheerful smile on his gaunt face.
His gaze shifted, scanning the terrifying explosion mushroom cloud he had enveloped with countless Sword Qi, where intense heat surged within.
This battlefield weapon was truly terrifying.
If he had not been present this time, allowing this massive weapon to fall into the army, at least half of the court army would have been killed or injured, their fighting spirit collapsing.
He shook his head slightly, having now fully experienced the mystery and tenacity of the Underworld.
Especially now, with the Underworld, already difficult to deal with, joining forces with the mysterious Hunting God Pavilion.
It’s important to know that the Hunting God Pavilion is equally mysterious and formidable.
When the Strange Temple emerged between heaven and earth, the Hunting God Pavilion had already appeared, more mysterious even than the Underworld.
Because…
Gu Qianchi understood that the real domain of the Hunting God Pavilion was within Strange Que.
In Strange Que, representing the various sources of the All Gods Camp, there are always Hunting God Pavilion’s God Hunter Killers lurking.
For example, the Spirit Mountain of [Black Sumeru], the Thirty-Three Heavens of [Dark Heavenly Court], the Ten Thousand Rivers of [Deceit Demon Cave], the Prison Lake of [Prison Lotus]…
Undoubtedly, the origin of the Hunting God Pavilion is an exceedingly ancient power.
Gu Qianchi was very wary in his heart.
As for the Underworld…
Although the Underworld had shown a plethora of bizarre, endless methods thus far, it had yet to display the combat power of a Divine Tribulation, Martial God level, or the power of the God Realm, which was not enough to intimidate Gu Qianchi.
Gu Qianchi gradually descended, feeling much lighter at heart.
Looking at Xie Yushen, who was slowly retracting the Luck Golden Lotus, his gaze became much more eager.
The Emperor indeed trusted Xie Yushen, even willing to let him wield Dajing Destiny as he pleased.
“Cough cough cough…”
As Xie Yushen retracted the Luck Golden Lotus, his complexion turned extremely unsightly, his aura becoming immensely weak, on the verge of collapsing.
“State Preceptor must take care of your health. While the Luck Golden Lotus provides immense power, the State Preceptor’s physical body remains too weak to bear the burden of the Luck Golden Lotus, sacrificing Essence, Qi, and Spirit…”
Gu Qianchi advised.
Xie Yushen panted heavily, his expression grave: “What a formidable Underworld, without the Qi Fortune, I fear I would be lamenting today…”
“Such a powerful assassination method, yet this old man still has the upper hand.”
This statement, Gu Qianchi conceded, as an ordinary mortal bathed in the Qi Fortune of Dajing was indeed exceptional.
Ning Caisen, Gu Cheng, and Grandmaster Huang Mei also descended gracefully.
Huang Mei’s gaze fell on Xie Yushen, his heart stirred slightly, and Xie Yushen looked back, both expressing a knowing smile at the moment their gazes met.
Confirming from the eyes, Soul Capturing sees Soul Capturing!
They are all on the same side!
“State Preceptor, shall we… shall we withdraw the troops?”
A commander, face solemn, clasped his fists, his armor clanging, and looked at Xie Yushen, unable to resist asking.
“Withdraw the troops?!”
“Retreat, and they would think our side of the Imperial Court is intimidated by the Qian Yuan Divine Sect. We will continue to station, standing off for several days…”
“Isn’t the Old Dragon God of the Dragon God Lineage coming?”
“So, why retreat? The advantage is on our side!”
“When the Old Dragon God arrives, perhaps Qianyuan Taoist City can be breached, and if by then, we still cannot breach the city…”
Xie Yushen’s face turned pale as paper, and then he closed his eyes, shaking his head: “Then for the sake of the court’s dignity, we will target another Divine Sect instead…”
