Chapter 2309: Don't Provoke the God of Slaughter, Don't See Emperor Huang

Chapter 2309: Better to Provoke the God of Killing Than to Meet Di Huang

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The vast universe trembled, drawing the collective gaze of the Hong Huang army as they all turned toward the depths of the starry sky. What met their eyes was a surging wave of golden blood energy, scorching yet chilling to the bone. For some reason, the rhythmic banging made their hearts quiver in unison, as if each step was stamping directly on their chests, overwhelming them with unbearable pressure.

Tian Xie Zu Huang narrowed his eyes into slits, feeling his mouth go dry and his mighty divine body tremble involuntarily, his pounding heart on the verge of bursting.

"What a powerful killing intent," Jin Ni Zu Huang muttered, instinctively stepping back. Though he couldn't see the figure yet, the killing intent was already palpable, seeping from the depths of the starry sky. It ignored physical defenses, piercing straight to the yuan shen, even causing his true form to ache as if it were about to split apart.

"Is that a Dadi?" the peak Zhundi of Hong Huang stammered, the words catching in their throats. Especially when uttering the term "Dadi," their souls trembled. Even they, as strong as they were, couldn't withstand the spreading pressure and the destructive killing intent.

If even the peak Zhundi were affected this way, the ordinary soldiers of Hong Huang fared far worse. From the peak Dasheng down to the Tianjing novices, their legs shook uncontrollably, their bodies turned ice-cold as if plunged into Jiu You. Before even seeing the newcomer or knowing who it was, they felt an overwhelming urge to kneel.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the watchful eyes of the Hong Huang forces, the rumbling in the starry sky grew closer. First to come into view was a golden immortal river stretching across the eight directions of the universe, crushing the starry sky into fragments inch by inch. On that immortal river, a figure shrouded in golden light walked step by step.

He seemed to emerge from a distant era, each step disrupting yin and yang, each step overturning the heavens and earth. Covering eighty thousand li in a single stride, he crossed the void, rendering spatial laws meaningless. No matter how fast one moved, it couldn't match even half his speed. The profound Dao essence had already enveloped the vast star domain.

Di Huang had arrived, carrying an ancient aura and overwhelming killing intent.

He was truly like a war god conquering myriad domains, his body immensely powerful, like towering mountains. Divine light swirled around him, and his golden radiance shone brilliantly. Even strands of his hair, like waterfalls, were tinged with gold. His gleaming divine eyes reflected the entirety of the Great Dao, and around him, visions of destruction appeared—stars collapsing, suns exploding, and all things crumbling in the cycle of samsara.

"That's... that's him." Upon seeing Di Huang's true form, the Hong Huang army collectively stepped back. Whether peak Zu Huang or lowly foot soldiers, they widened their eyes, their pupils dilating in disbelief, as if gazing upon a demon. Fear was written plainly on their faces.

Like the cultivators of Zhutian, over ninety percent of the Hong Huang people had never seen Di Huang's true form, but they had seen his stone statues. Those were the nightmares of the Tian Mo, symbols of the myriad heavens, and they carried an immortal legend that had become an enduring myth across the ages.

"How is this possible?" Qiong Qi Zu Huang's face turned deathly pale, and he could barely stand. As a great god from the Hong Huang era, he was of a senior generation to Di Huang. He had been present when Di Huang's Shengti reached great completion, witnessing firsthand the glory as Di Huang slaughtered the five Tian Mo emperors, drenching the stars in blood. That horrific scene, though eons had passed, remained vivid in his memory.

Yet, in his recollections, Di Huang had long perished, completely destroyed in that battle against the five emperors. Now, seeing the real Di Huang, how could he not be shocked?

"An illusion! It must be an illusion!" Tao Tie Zu Huang staggered backward, the killing sword in his hand slipping unnoticed to the ground. He, too, could barely stay upright, deluding himself that this wasn't Di Huang. He had seen Di Huang before and knew his terror.

In that ancient war, not only had the five Tian Mo emperors been driven to despair, but even his Tao Tie clan had been terrified, leading them to relocate their entire race to the most remote edges of the universe.

"He's already dead. How can he still be alive?" Kui Ba Zu Huang's voice trembled with fear, and as he retreated, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Having seen Di Huang like Qiong Qi and Tao Tie, he knew the fear well. To protect Yue Shang's Dao proving, Di Huang had single-handedly blocked the Tian Huang, striking terror into the five Tian Mo emperors and scattering their armies.

"Impossible! This can't be!" The three Hong Huang commanders retreated, as did the various Zu Huang, the Zhundi of each clan, and the entire Hong Huang army. They discarded their armor in panic, with many tripping and falling. Their once ferocious faces were now ashen and bloodless.

They were like mere ants, desperate to flee to the end of time. Their trembling hearts felt on the verge of collapse, their pale faces twisted in dread.

Better to provoke the God of Killing than to meet Di Huang.

This had been their ancestral creed for eons, a fear etched into their souls. Merely the name Di Huang was a nightmare that crushed the entire Hong Huang.

"Hong Huang, I hope you've been well." Di Huang spoke lightly, his words like ancient thunder, carrying the might to destroy heavens and earth, shaking the immortal vaults of the myriad domains.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

With that single phrase, countless Hong Huang soldiers burst into blood mist, their bodies obliterated and yuan shen scattered. The onlookers from Zhutian collectively gasped, witnessing Di Huang as a supreme deity ruling the world, his aura dominating the universe and overshadowing the eight directions.

"You should be dead, long buried! I don't believe it!" A Qiong Qi Zhundi roared, whether in rage or terror, charging out from the Hong Huang ranks.

It was a fearsome Qiong Qi, a genuine peak Zhundi of immense strength, on par with Jian Shen. As soon as he emerged, he transformed into his true form, massive as a mountain, with blood-red eyes like wine vats spewing flames. His body was covered in scales that gleamed menacingly, radiating overwhelming demonic aura as he lunged at Di Huang.

He was enormous, making Di Huang seem as insignificant as an ant in comparison.

"Kill!"

The Qiong Qi's yuan shen howled, its maw gaping wide as it unleashed billions of divine rays, each infused with a aura of extinction and incorporating various secret techniques—a supreme emperor-level group attack immortal art.

With a tremendous boom, the starry sky collapsed into ruins.

Di Huang remained silent, merely stepping forward to cross the vast starry river and the ethereal void. He ignored the billions of divine rays and stamped down directly on the Qiong Qi Zhundi's head.

Pfft!

A massive spray of blood erupted as the to-strong peak Zhundi was crushed into mist under Di Huang's foot. All his achievements, his tough divine body, and his dominant bloodline were meaningless before the great completion Shengti. Though only half a realm apart—from peak Zhundi to full Zhundi—the difference in combat power is vast.

Hiss!

The Zhutian cultivators drew in sharp breaths, feeling a chill run through their bodies. A Qiong Qi Zhundi, as strong as Jian Shen, had been obliterated in an instant by Di Huang.

Those at the level of the Nine Emperors weren't surprised by this.

After all, Di Huang was a true great completion Shengti, and not just any—having once fought five Tian Mo emperors alone, his power surpassed that of an ordinary Dadi.

Such a powerhouse could only be matched by a Dadi. Even Hong Chen had been suppressed with a single palm, let alone a Qiong Qi Zhundi. Even Zhutian's Jian Shen couldn't withstand a single move from Di Huang.

This was the might of the great completion Shengti.

This was the might of Di Huang. Every wisp of his aura, every trace of his pressure, could shatter eons. This supreme force could destroy heavens and earth with a flick of his finger.

Glancing at the Hong Huang forces, they were still stumbling backward, their vast army in disarray, cowed by Di Huang alone into complete rout, with no one daring to advance.

They knew Di Huang's terror well—the five Tian Mo domain Dadi hadn't been able to take him down, so what chance did they have? The recent fate of the Qiong Qi was no surprise to them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Di Huang's steps didn't falter as he approached the Hong Huang army, his expression as calm and ancient as a still pond, yet concealing supreme killing intent. He was about to unleash the slaughter of the great completion Shengti, intending to turn this day into a sea of corpses and rivers of blood to honor the beings of Zhutian and console the heroic spirits of the myriad domains.

"I'll fight you to the death!" A roar echoed as another fearless figure charged—a Tao Tie Zhundi, whose cultivation and strength were also on par with Jian Shen.

He wasn't truly fearless; it was just an extreme manifestation of his terror, a way to mask his inner vulnerability, for that fear was worse than death itself.

"Kill!"

Following the Tao Tie, more surged forward—Kui Ba, Jin Ni, Tian Xie, and many others, totaling over a thousand Zhundi. Each was of supreme strength, at the level of the Nine Emperors.

A thousand Hong Huang Zhundi was an awe-inspiring sight, their combined auras soaring to the heavens. They activated their outer Dao manifestations, summoned their life-bound artifacts, and unleashed their peak combat power.

In contrast, Di Huang appeared utterly casual, his pace unchanged. He disregarded the attacks from the thousand Hong Huang Zhundi, simply raising his hand and waving it lightly.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The scene in the starry sky was terrifying and bloody—one Hong Huang Zhundi after another was obliterated. No matter their strength, none could withstand a single palm from Di Huang.

He swatted them away like flies, each strike effortless yet heavy as mountains, overwhelmingly dominant. Each palm erased everything in its path.

Gulp!

The Zhutian cultivators swallowed hard, their hearts racing at the sight. Those were Hong Huang Zhundi—peak-level Zhundi, each as strong as a Da Chu emperor—yet before Di Huang's great completion Shengti, they were weaker than ants, utterly defenseless.

"Witnessing this overturns one's worldview!" Kui Niu Zu Huang clicked his tongue, certain that if he charged in, Di Huang's pressure alone could crush him without lifting a finger.

"Even if he farts, it could kill a peak Zhundi," Chi Yang Zi sighed.

"That analogy is spot on," many old veterans remarked, stroking their beards. Not just one— it could wipe out a whole swarm, scattering their souls.

"With fighting skills like this, his bedroom prowess must be impressive," Long Yi and Long Wu mused, stroking their chins.

As they spoke, the two bald heads turned to glance at Zi Xuan beside them. She was the remnant soul of Dong Hua Empress and might have inherited some... intimate memories.

Zi Xuan's fairy-like face turned icy cold as she glared fiercely at Long Yi and Long Wu.

"It's indeed impressive," came a voice from the Ming Realm—specifically, from Ming Di.

That rascal had long abandoned all decency, hugging his prized collection and watching with great interest. As a Dadi, his laughter was downright lecherous, utterly unrestrained.

After all, with Di Huang gone to Zhutian, no one was keeping an eye on him anymore.

It was worth noting that Dong Hua Empress's cries were quite melodious.

Fortunately, Di Huang had left early; otherwise, he might have razed the Yin Cao underworld.

Pfft!

More blood flowers bloomed in the starry sky, vibrant and dazzling. The thousand "flies"—ah, the thousand Hong Huang Zhundi—were all obliterated without exception, each one smacked into oblivion by Di Huang.

Now, Hong Huang fell silent, with no one else daring to emerge. They retreated unsteadily, their faces pale and eyes filled with fear. Even hearing his name made their minds quake.

Over a thousand peak Zhundi wiped out so casually—who would risk stepping forward for more torment? Even if Di Huang stood still and let them attack, they couldn't breach the indestructible Vajra body of his Shengti.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The familiar sounds continued as the great completion Shengti, Di Huang, pressed on without pause. His ancient, indifferent face showed no emotional fluctuation from start to finish.

It was as if exterminating a thousand peak Zhundi was just a game to him.

And indeed, it was quite the spectacle. Playing with him was like toying with a God of Killing, and across the entire Hong Huang, Zhutian, and Three Realms, aside from casually picking a Dadi, who could withstand even one of his palms? The great completion of the Huang Gu Shengti was no joke.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

As Hong Huang crumbled, a sudden buzzing filled the star domain, shaking it violently.

Looking into the distance, it was a host of Ji Dao Di Bing, like streaks of brilliant divine light shooting from the depths of the starry sky—dozens of them, all emperor artifacts from the great Hong Huang clans.

They had been summoned to protect Hong Huang.

Buzz!

These life-bound weapons of Dadi possessed high spiritual intelligence. Arriving as a group, they attacked as one, each like a blazing sun radiating emperor aura. Emperor Dao laws of extinction intertwined, accompanied by visions of destruction, converging into a beam of emperor light that could shatter heavens and earth.

Di Huang, however, didn't even glance their way, standing unflinchingly as the beam descended.

Clang!

The sound of metal colliding rang out, crisp and clear. The emperor light from dozens of Hong Huang Di Bing only sparked a faint, unremarkable fire on Di Huang's Shengti.

The onlookers were stunned, staring in disbelief. Dozens of Hong Huang Di Bing, combining their assault, hadn't breached Di Huang's defenses—not even leaving a scratch.

"The indestructible Vajra of the great completion Shengti, invulnerable to all laws—seeing it now, the ancients didn't deceive us," Sheng Zun marveled, his heart shaken by the sight. Di Huang was incredibly formidable.

"Even if the owner came, it might not work, let alone the Di Bing."

"If Hong Huang still had a Dadi alive, witnessing this would be quite awkward."

"Our Zhutian's top figure isn't just for show."

"Given this display, one great completion Shengti alone could flatten Hong Huang without any help from Zhutian." The Zhutian cultivators clicked their tongues in amazement. Even dozens of Ji Dao Di Bing couldn't shake Di Huang's Shengti—who in the world could harm him? Not even a supreme being might suffice.

Clang! Clatter! Bang! Clang!

Amid the shock, these noisy sounds erupted repeatedly, forming a symphony of eerie immortal music that echoed through the starry sky, leaving all hearts pounding and eyes wide with horror.

It was the Hong Huang Di Bing, one after another, their immortal lights fading as they plummeted into the void, all struck down by Di Huang. With a single sweep of his palm, none could endure the assault.

What a joke—Di Huang was a great completion Shengti who had faced five Dadi alone. Even if a Dadi wielded a Di Bing against him, he would dare to clash bare-handed. How could mere Di Bing harm him?

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