Chapter 2473: Facing the World

Chapter 2474: Mountain Moon Smiles, Child

It wasn't that Jiang Wang's long sword was unsuitable, or that he lacked courage.

It was just that facing an opponent at Zong Dezhen's level, he had to be in his absolute peak state. He had to be fully prepared to truly keep Zong Dezhen here, to ensure this evildoer had no escape route.

He even reconstructed the rules in this broken world, vying with Zong Dezhen for dominance over every inch, and wove sword qi into a heavenly net, attempting to block his retreat.

He faced the gap between himself and Zong Dezhen directly, believing his most important task was to tie Zong Dezhen down here and wait for others to arrive. Zong Dezhen's life had been filled with evil, and he would naturally receive his just desserts.

But Jiang Mengxiong's fist was too fast.

Jiang Wang had just received Jiugong Tianming, breaking through this world at all costs, and cut out a message transmitted to the outside world. Jiang Mengxiong's back foot had just landed, and his fist was already shooting straight for Zong Dezhen's face!

He seemed to hate Zong Dezhen even more than Jiang Wang did.

So Jiang Wang no longer needed to hesitate. He held his sword vertically, piercing through like a long rainbow.

This sword held boundless majesty, as if cracking open this world, dividing the universe. It was a sword bursting with Jiang Wang's killing intent. This sword was also infinitely small, actually cutting through Zong Dezhen's vision, slicing through his line of sight, and piercing into Zong Dezhen's vast and endless pupils.

It was called "See Kill"!

"Uh!"

Zong Dezhen let out a muffled groan. Yet, he had to meet the fist with his palm, and resist the sword with his eye.

And it wasn't just Jiang Wang who followed up immediately, was it?

Hong Junyan, Ji Yumin, which one of them wasn't a hero who had roamed the world for thousands of years?

No one would miss an opportunity to strike while the iron was hot.

Especially Hong Junyan, who had already greeted Zong Dezhen with a king's ritual and an emperor's ceremony. On this crucial battlefield, he was absolutely unwilling to let others steal the show.

Compared to Jiang Mengxiong's domineering presence, his move was light and effortless. His dragon robe billowed, sweeping away the gloom of this world. He stretched out his palm and immediately met Zong Dezhen's world-covering hand. Their five fingers pressed against each other, intimately and without gap. Dao quality intertwined with dao quality, seemingly creating a dragon-snake struggle!

Ji Yumin, who had arrived urgently, remained composed at this moment. While others surged forward, he instead retreated! He stepped according to the Tian'gang pattern, formed a dao hand seal, and leisurely walked around the battle group. With a flick of his finger, a wisp of soul intent immediately emerged, twisting in his finger like a snake.

He chanted: "One lamp of soul, called Corpse Dog."

He simply pressed down the wisp of soul intent, and in the void, a bronze palace lamp ignited, resembling ghost fire, appearing like a floating eye. It fixed spirit and locked intent, allowing no escape.

His fingers flew continuously: "Fu Shi, Que Yin, Tun Zei."

He stepped quickly: "Fei Du, Chu Hui, Chou Fei."

One by one, palace lamps hung high.

Seven soul lamps scattered, each pulling a thread on Zong Dezhen's body.

They vanished on the spot, and then shackled him heavily.

If Jiang Wang sealed the void with sword qi, weaving a heavenly net, then Ji Yumin's move was to fix the soul, seven souls locking the dragon!

Zong Dezhen's defeat was sealed; he wanted to completely lock down Zong Dezhen's escape possibilities.

The cover of this world had been thoroughly lifted. Fragments of the cave heaven were scattered across the sky like flying meteors.

They would eventually return to the present world, regroup into cave heavens, waiting to be discovered, or be re-refined into cave heaven treasures. Only, no one knew if it would be after a few hundred years or a few thousand years.

Zong Dezhen's world-covering hand, formed from pinching the world, and the black clothes used to cover this realm, all cracked into fragments, spreading out like starlight in the starry sea.

Among the countless flowing lights, the floating Sun Yin and Zhao Zi were just two specks of dust, unremarkable.

They each opened their eyes wide, unable to see each other, and were also becoming increasingly distant from the battle world.

Of course, they would not be neglected. Once Zong Dezhen was truly dealt with, they would naturally be picked up again by those with intentions.

Their fate would depend on who picked them up.

Today, all sorts of plans collided, stirring up the ultimate dazzling firelight. There were coincidences, and there were also painstakingly crafted schemes. But beforehand, no one had thought that the battle between the three protectors of Equality Country and Kuang Ming, a fight that should have originally been at the True Person level, would continuously escalate, to this moment exceeding the limits of the present world, almost evolving into the highest level battle of the myriad heavens and ten thousand worlds!

Not only was Kuang Ming's life soul merely a candle flame, fundamentally unable to interfere with the battle process.

Even Kuang Min, who embodied himself as a True Dao executioner, displaying a double-headed, four-armed body, after a terrifying offensive that descended in an instant, could only helplessly wait to be killed!

Pa da! Pa da! Pa da!

Kuang Min's four arms all broke, hanging limply by his sides. His arm bones were all crushed, wrapped unevenly in rotten flesh.

Jiang Mengxiong's fist had just casually covered him.

But even this "casually," he could not bear.

Blocking Sun Yin's visual life, shattering Ye Lingxiao's immortal dream, his consumption was very fierce.

Even in his peak state, participating in this battle was difficult, not to mention being hard to sustain now.

He immediately turned his body and twisted, turning into a flowing light and escaping outwards.

A True Dao gathered as eternal, scattered in the world, with many futures!

Directly facing Jiang Mengxiong's iron fist was Zong Dezhen's world-covering palm.

That fist, wearing black finger tigers, nearly infinitely expanded. The fist struck out continuous mountains and rivers, endless plateaus.

Zong Dezhen's palm was like vast land, also nearly infinitely extended, infinitely containing.

No matter how much harm you inflicted upon the land, it always silently bore it!

Against Jiang Mengxiong's fist, receiving Hong Junyan's palm, still being fixed soul and locked soul by Ji Yumin, even Zong Dezhen could not tolerate any further interference—that sword light that cut open his line of sight with the See Kill method and sneaked into his eyes made him extremely itchy, unable to be at peace!

His left eye immediately oozed blood. After bulging once, it immediately burst.

His eyes had once blocked Sun Yin's visual life, crushed Ye Lingxiao's immortal body with eye light, and even gazed upon Ye Lingxiao's death. At this moment, they cracked open with countless blood gaps, ferocious and ugly!

And Jiang Wang's transformed sword rainbow was then forced out from the blood gaps by him.

It happened to collide with Kuang Min's escaping body, a flowing light.

"Kuang Min! Kill him!" Zong Dezhen ordered!

In this siege today, there were many people inside and outside related to Jiang Wang. If the youngest Jiang Wang had an accident here, it might be possible to pull some minds, forcibly tearing open a crack in this airtight battle.

Kuang Min, with his four arms all broken, just like that, faced Jiang Wang with killing intent in his eyes.

He hardened his heart and directly collided: "Block me, die!"

Jiang Wang had debuted for so many years, killed countless enemies, and participated in many chaotic battles, yet he had never been seen as a weakness to break through.

He immediately faced him head-on, without even holding his sword horizontally, directly counter-colliding!

He didn't say he wouldn't look back at anything; he only used actions to cut off Zong Dezhen's thoughts.

The instant their two bodies collided, Kuang Min lifted his knee, Jiang Wang resisted with his sword, Kuang Min moved his body to the side, Jiang Wang whipped his leg, Kuang Min opened his mouth to shout, Jiang Wang sealed his tongue with a sword—hundreds of changes in an instant yet not one step forward. Kuang Min's eye light suddenly jumped, his original spirit left his body and went, directly crashing into Jiang Wang's body!

He had lived and cultivated within Kuang Ming's body for so many years, hiding his life and soul. His original spirit was extremely powerful and he was already accustomed to a parasitic state. At this moment, he wanted to parasitize Jiang Wang's body and drive Jiang Wang out. Or at least entwine with Jiang Wang's original spirit to fight for a chance to escape.

This would be an unprecedented original spirit war!

And he fell into an indestructible prison.

Demon ape, immortal dragon, all living beings, heavenly person, stood at the four corners, together looking at Kuang Min in the middle, making this heart prison somewhat crowded.

"This place once imprisoned a heavenly person equal to heaven, Jiang Wang."

The True Self walked in from outside, closing the door with a backhand: "And you have to face 'I' above heaven!"

How could someone build their heart as a prison?

And engrave such powerful seals, suppressive and terrifying power that rolled over the original spirit... it was simply like a trap specially set for oneself!

The double-headed, four-armed original spirit, at this moment, showed a bitter expression.

He of course knew that an era's proud son like Jiang Wang did not know him beforehand, much less need to specifically prepare for him.

It was all a matter of time and fate.

Like being the only one left at the age of five.

Like going into the mountains and meeting Zong Dezhen.

Sometimes there was no choice!

"Kuang Ming!" He suddenly grabbed the original spirit candle flame floating in his heart, and with lightning speed, sent it into his mouth: "Meeting this desperate situation, I have to fight. Killing you, I am the only true one! On the Yellow Springs road, ask my Daoist old dad how he is doing for me!"

His original spirit arm flew high!

The immortal dragon turned its fingers into swords and brushed past him.

The fluffy demon ape's finger pierced his chest from his back spine even more. The ferocious demon ape stood at his back, directly separating its large hands and tearing this body apart!

The heavenly person lifted his hand and remotely pressed, imprisoning Kuang Min in a semi-transparent block of space, preventing his scattered power from escaping far, only enduring all of this.

Kuang Min, in intense pain, almost collapsed himself, opening his mouth powerlessly. A point of original spirit candle flame, like a bean, then flew out.

The old monk of all living beings struck the top of his head with a palm, chanting: "Good!"

The withered palm brushed over, then scattered this damaged original spirit.

Stars were scattered, like fireflies on a summer night.

That original spirit candle flame, the only one left, fluttered in the air, quickly absorbing some of the scattered original spirit power, turning into Kuang Ming's appearance. His face was pale, he swayed, and his eyes were dazed!

The True Self grabbed the back of this original spirit's neck and casually flung him out of the heart prison.

What Daoist old dad, he didn't understand.

But he saw clearly that this Kuang Ming's body had two souls.

Kuang Min was a True Dao disciple, Kuang Ming was the commander of 荡邪.

The True Dao disciple should die. Kuang Ming's life and death should not be decided by him.

He casually poured this swaying original spirit, about to fall, back into the dying flesh body, conveniently pressing down a seal to prevent any accidents. Jiang Wang straightened his body like a sword, and once again, his sword collided with Zong Dezhen!

Zong Dezhen, Jiang Mengxiong, Ji Yumin, Hong Junyan. This four-sided chaotic battlefield was already a mess. There was no starlight, no sound, almost opening another universe within the depths of the universe. The outward leaking qi strength intertwined into a frenzied, twisting evil beast, baring its fangs and claws, making people unable to approach. Various colors of dao quality rolled like smoke and dust!

"Heaven is not bright, I open my eyes."

"Earth is not prosperous, I climb the mountain."

"Time does not flow, I float a boat."

"The world is not peaceful, I obtain the truth!"

Zong Dezhen's loud voice rumbled like a heavenly drum, conveying a decree attempting to dominate the situation, but it grew weaker and weaker, gradually becoming inaudible.

"Die together!!!"

The entire chaotic battlefield seemed like the collapse of the universe, sinking inwards at extreme speed, wildly devouring everything around it.

Yet, a black and white light suddenly flew out—

The moon-white black-clothed Guan Yan, who had not lightly joined the battle group. After Jiang Mengxiong's first fist struck out, he had only quietly stood at the edge of the field, as if only existing as a bystander.

Only at this moment, he suddenly took a step forward.

"Donor, wait!"

He flipped his clean white palm and pressed down. Infinite, endless starlight condensed into an infinitely growing mountain!

Boom boom boom!

Yu Heng pressed down.

That black and white light showed a trace, but it was already Zong Dezhen, his crown askew, his temples disheveled, and his appearance wretched.

"Get lost!!!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a black and white dragon, roaring towards Guan Yan.

This dragon passed through everything, turning everything into monotonous black and white. So-called rules were as thin as remnant pages, all vigorous vitality decayed.

He had stirred up the chaotic battle group with massive, rootless intent, just to seize this tiny chance to escape. Yet, the instant he was exposed, he was intercepted by Guan Yan, who had always gazed at him with his heart and intelligence. He hadn't even had time to impact the seven souls locking the dragon lamps set by Ji Yumin! How could his heart not hate?

Compared to the power of a Star Lord, this terrifying divine ability, which fully embodied his heart, intelligence, and evidence, was the seamless barrier of this dead end.

If he didn't kill this bald monk, he couldn't escape!

But Guan Yan only faintly glanced at Zong Dezhen's right hand. He lifted his body and with one step, was already on the peak of Yu Heng. His moon-white black clothes fluttered like the wind.

Zong Dezhen's right hand...

Still connected to another hand.

That hand was abnormally broad, its finger joints condensed with frost.

The snow-colored dragon-robed Hong Junyan had not let him truly escape from beginning to end.

Rumble.

At this moment, behind the Li Country Emperor, it was as if an eternal snow peak was pulled up.

"Come back!"

With a sudden pull, there was almost the power of heaven tilting, forcibly dragging Zong Dezhen's dao body back to the battlefield!

With a backhand slap, he struck Zong Dezhen's face, shattering half of it!

That black and white dragon, which had been attacking Guan Yan and then rushing towards the peak of Yu Heng, vanished with a whine, gradually dissipating—indeed, there was no need for Guan Yan to respond!

Zong Dezhen's majestic face collapsed, then quickly bulged back up.

The power accumulated over so many years truly had no room for reservation.

He was purely offsetting the current consumption of fate with future transcendent accumulation.

"Hong Junyan! You truly don't remember any old friendship!" Zong Dezhen's voice and expression were both stern. He suddenly hammered forward with his head!

At their level, many dao laws and killing techniques could almost no longer regenerate effect. Instead, it was the smearing of dao quality on the origin of the dao body. Every fist and every foot carried the foundation of their cultivation in this life. The killing power was immense and difficult to avoid. This also perfectly verified his determination to fight to the death.

But only the sound of a mountain collapsing was heard.

An iron-black fist peak happened to meet his hammered forehead. His palm that had intercepted Jiang Mengxiong at this time had all five fingers flipped backwards!

In this world, who could treat Jiang Mengxiong's fist perfunctorily?!

Yet, his fingers were shattered by the blow!

"The old friendship of bringing soldiers to cut off the emperor's retreat?" Hong Junyan slightly tilted his head, letting Jiang Mengxiong's fist peak go forward. Then, with a foot to the chest, he kicked Zong Dezhen's chest: "Thousands of years have passed without recounting old times, letting you bully the younger generation alone—your brain has also become young, now really witty!"

Zong Dezhen's head hammer collided with Jiang Mengxiong's fist, emitting a sound like an old monk striking a bell.

He was suddenly kicked back, bending like a shrimp.

Hong Junyan's hand still held him, preventing him from flying far when he was raised high. At this moment, his body floated in the air like a flag!

Jiang Wang's upright sword figure arrived at this moment, without hesitation, cutting the flag with a single sword!

The heavenly dao did not complete the wind, the wind blew the great flag, displaying it in the wilderness of the universe.

Heavenly wind entwined, nothing was unbreakable by the sword's edge. It was unable to smoothly cut Zong Dezhen's waist, but it also wiped across his waist horizontally, cutting open a deep gully! The flesh flipped open, revealing his internal organs. Above his internal organs climbed three-colored flames, as if possessing spirituality, desperately trying to drill deeper!

"Ah!" Zong Dezhen cried out in pain!

The Three Flavors dissolved its truth, roasting his internal organs and emitting a thick oily light!

Terrifying power rushed out from the wound in his abdomen, gathering into a ferocious claw that probed towards Jiang Wang.

His dao body, which was floating like a flag, suddenly withdrew backwards! The claw also deviated from its target. It was Ji Yumin's hand grasping a black-green long rope, connected to the inside of his dao body, forcibly dragging him away!

Look closely, where was it a long rope? It was clearly his muscle!

Ji Yumin didn't know when he had extracted his muscle and refined it into a magic tool on the spot, never allowing it to regenerate.

Or even with this muscle long rope as a base, refine him into a dao soldier.

Everyone in the Dao Gate. He refined Sun Yin, Ji Yumin refined him, it also counted as a cycle.

"Only dare to hide behind Ji Yusu's... reptile!!" Zong Dezhen roared indignantly: "A bunch of trash! Which one of you dares to stand against me!?"

Ji Yumin fundamentally did not argue with him, only leisurely tied a knot in the muscle long rope in his hand, and then went to take Zong Dezhen's heart and liver.

He could go from a distant relative to Ji Yusu's legitimate younger brother. How could he possibly be a timid person? It was precisely because he fought for Ji Yusu, achieving repeated extraordinary feats, that he was valued and drawn close.

Otherwise, Ji Yusu had too many relatives, why would it be his turn to be drawn close?

Zong Dezhen had harmed the Dao Country for a long time.

He wanted Zong Dezhen to die cleanly, and he didn't mind Zong Dezhen having a dirty mouth.

Yet, it was Jiang Mengxiong's fist that smashed onto Zong Dezhen's face, breaking all his front teeth. The violent power continued to surge forward, not only interrupting his shout but also forcing him to swallow his own front teeth!

"I dare to stand against you!" The Great Qi Army God withdrew his fist and then smashed it out again firmly: "But today is a bit urgent. Next life then! I'll set a time, you choose a good place!"

This fist smashed through his entire skull!

Jiang Mengxiong's fist, booming into Zong Dezhen's dao body, was like a wine ladle probing into a wine jar, still stirring with effort!

"Ah!!"

Zong Dezhen roared wildly without stop. The power in his body erupted like a volcano, continuously surging outwards, forcing several people to temporarily scatter!

Jiang Mengxiong shook off the flesh stuck on the finger tigers, furrowed his brow, and saw the cyan-clothed, jade-crowned Jiang Wang, holding his sword and standing behind him.

"Army God, be careful," Jiang Wang kindly reminded, his eyes still fixed on Zong Dezhen.

Zong Dezhen at this moment completely lacked the majesty of the Great Palm Teach of Jade Capital Mountain. His clothes were ragged, his dao body broken. His whole person was like a punctured bubble, essence, qi, spirit, and intent all wildly leaking, instantly drying up.

His body had at least several dozen kinds of heterogeneous powers raging wildly at this moment, attacking and conquering.

The most terrifying loss was his dao quality.

After just a few rounds.

That mountain-like dao quality was actually already as thin as gauze!

Blood overflowed from all seven of his orifices. His teeth were also broken and did not regenerate, but he bit down tightly on his gum line.

So many years, so many years...

Initially sitting on the dragon throne, then walking down the dragon throne. Bearing infamy, just to walk up Jade Capital Mountain—

I will not go down the mountain!

Four thousand years of attaining the dao, recalling the past climb up the mountain gate.

The mountain gate was high and far, the mountain moon laughed at the dao child!

He stretched his hands forward, suddenly clasping them in the void! He grasped a pair of bronze door rings, and slowly, backwards, pulled open a heavy bronze gate.

The wind wailed, the light roared.

Zong Dezhen's unwillingness almost shook the universe.

This bronze gate, left and right, was carved with symmetrical mountain patterns.

In this world, the earliest related to mountain concepts was "Bu Zhou," and now it could be considered "Jade Capital."

But more was the obstacles and heaviness everyone faced.

This was also the mountain gate!

Pushing open this door, unloading this mountain, he wanted to continue forward.

This bronze gate was firm and unbreakable, possessing the real power to suppress all present world ideals.

This bronze gate was covered in rust spots, every spot of rust was the accumulation of history.

This bronze gate—

Was held down by one hand.

Hong Junyan's hand. The hand that grasped the universe, held the world!

White snow covered the bronze.

Years thus had clear seasons.

In Zong Dezhen's eyes, filled with strong unwillingness, in the suddenly falling snow, he slowly closed this great gate!

Ka ka ka!

That was not only the sound of the bronze great gate teetering on the verge of collapse, but also the mournful sound of Zong Dezhen's arm bones cracking, it was the fall of his dao quality!

Jiang Mengxiong, without hesitation, met him head-on with a fist, sending him falling face upwards.

This nearly invincible dao body, falling face upwards in the void, yet smashed onto the ice plain prepared for him by Hong Junyan, making a muffled collision sound.

He was like a struggling fish, at the moment it was thrown ashore, he desperately jumped up again, neck strained—but a sword rainbow like a bridge, Jiang Wang's vertical sword pierced down, colliding with his body!

It sent him back to the ice plain again.

Hong Junyan alone could stand against him. With the addition of Jiang Mengxiong, Ji Yumin, and Jiang Wang, he almost had no possibility of rushing out of the battle group.

Outside the battle group was Guan Yan, grasping his movements at any time, providing precise interceptions.

Outside Guan Yan were the seven souls locking the dragon lamps, nailing his soul completely here.

Outside the seven souls locking the dragon lamps was the sword qi heavenly net that Jiang Wang had laid down early on. Not even a particle of dust could float away.

Outside the sword qi heavenly net, there was still that wide open mouth, waiting at ease for the Starry Sky Giant Beast to labor, swallowing even his scattered qi strength.

And outside that huge Starry Sky Giant Beast.

There were still countless Dao enemies rushing towards him.

The world was so big, and he had so many enemies. Those people would definitely not watch him suffer and be killed here alone—they would definitely come, several more people to beat him several more times, fearing he wouldn't die painfully enough, thoroughly enough.

Just one Central Great Scenery Empire was enough to kill him eight hundred times.

At this moment, as he was already nailed down here, it could be said that this battle fundamentally had no hope!

But Zong Dezhen was still struggling.

His broken dao body supported itself on the eternal ice plain, just wanting to stand up unsteadily.

Hong Junyan's ice-cold boot came down, breaking his spine, and kicking him down to crawl with one foot.

Ji Yumin calmly followed up, flipping his hand to take out a nine-inch long rusty iron nail, and nailed it onto Zong Dezhen's body as if ordering a coffin lid.

Zong Dezhen's wildly struggling dao body suddenly stiffened!

Ji Yumin then walked far away, avoiding his possible counterattack.

He struggled to ease his dao body, desperately recovering himself, digging his ten fingers into the firm ice, climbing forward with difficulty, leaving behind a trail of painful bloody marks.

Ji Yumin then calmly walked by his side, adding a rusty iron nail from time to time.

Nailing his hands, feet, back, and the top of his head.

The soul lines connected to the bronze lamps were clearly embodied at this moment, taut on Zong Dezhen's dao body.

Six directions slaying god nails, seven souls locking dragon lamps.

Ji Yumin slowly stripped away his death.

Zong Dezhen was still crawling on the ground, even dragging the seven souls locking the dragon lamps!

"I will not, I will not give up."

"I... One True... I!"

"I am the Son of Six Directions, the Great Accomplished Supreme Saint!"

To Yin Xiaoheng, the One True was a belief.

To Kuang Min, the One True was a choice. And the only choice.

To Zong Dezhen, the One True was a power. Only a power!