novelraw Chapter 14 Annihilation 2
Chapter 14 Annihilation 2
"Cough cough!" Crimson holy blood gushed from Huang Qiming's lips, splashing into the void and turning into specks of scarlet blood. Before they could dissipate, they were pulverized by the surrounding dissipating power of rules. He looked down at the hideous wound on his abdomen. The spear light piercing through his body still carried the chilling and piercing true meaning of the spear, like a maggot clinging to his bone, frantically tearing at the essence of his holy body. Each writhing movement brought excruciating pain.
"The taste of death... is truly terrifying." Huang Qiming's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with disbelief and horror. "I actually fell into the hands of a human Great Sage and suffered such a severe injury..."
The Undying Blood Clan possesses one of the most powerful regenerative abilities among all beings in the universe. What would be a fatal wound to an ordinary human is merely a minor injury to them, healing instantly. Yet this spear pierced his sacred meridians, shattered his internal organs, and nearly pierced his very soul. Any other human Great Saint would have been utterly destroyed, their soul and body scattered.
Without the slightest hesitation, he reached into his robes and instantly grasped several ten-thousand-year-old sacred medicines, each shimmering with a seven-colored glow. These were treasures that ordinary Great Saints would fight tooth and nail for, yet he treated them like mere weeds, frantically stuffing them into his mouth. As the sacred medicines entered his stomach, they transformed into a rolling wave of heat that swept through his limbs and bones, and a surge of boundless life essence rose from his dantian. At the same time, the illusory Gate of Destiny behind him reappeared, its surface adorned with countless runes of fate, dimmed slightly from before, yet still radiating an unfathomable aura.
The gentle light of fate shone down, nourishing his broken body like spring rain, attempting to erase the spear principles that were ingrained in his very bones. But that spear light was the culmination of the Martial Emperor's lifelong spear skills, as tough as iron. No matter how the light of fate washed over him, it remained firmly rooted in his sacred body, constantly eroding his life force.
On the other side, Emperor Wu's condition was no better. He leaned on the Martial God Spear in his hand, the tip of which plunged into the void, stirring up ripples. That divine power just now had almost drained all the holy energy in his dantian. At this moment, his face was ashen, his body was trembling slightly, and the holy energy around him was chaotic and on the verge of collapse.
"Just as I expected..." Emperor Wu had anticipated this. He quickly took out several dazzling holy stones, crushed them, and frantically refined the holy energy within. The pure holy energy flowed into his limbs and bones like a stream, barely stabilizing his faltering breath.
He looked up and saw that, under the dual blessing of the light of destiny and the holy medicine, Huang Qiming's injuries were healing at a visible speed; the once gruesome wounds were slowly closing. An unprecedented pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down, slammed into his heart.
"Want to recover? Wishful thinking!"
A resolute glint flashed in Emperor Wu's eyes as he gripped the Martial God Spear tightly once more, the spear emitting a series of excited hums. He stomped his foot on the void, and like an arrow released from a bow, he transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards Huang Qiming. The tip of his spear tore through the air, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.
"Well done!"
Seeing this, Huang Qiming was not afraid at all. Instead, he roared to the sky, his voice shaking the universe. His voice carried a hysterical madness: "Blood Mystic Art—Ancestral Blood Nirvana Technique!"
The moment he finished speaking, an ancient and weathered blood-stained monument suddenly appeared in front of him.
This stele is entirely crimson, as if cast from the blood of countless living beings. Its surface is covered with obscure and ancient runes, and a vast, ancient aura sweeps forth like a tidal wave. This is the Yellow Heaven Blood Stele, a priceless treasure of the Yellow Heaven tribe.
Legend has it that this stele was personally forged by the first ancestor of the Undying Blood Clan. It consists of ten pieces, each corresponding to one of the ten tribes of the Undying Blood Clan, and contains endless blood and flesh energy. Back then, Xuan Tian, one of the thirteen war gods of the Undying Blood Clan, once wielded the blood stele of the Xuan Tian tribe and fought against his enemies for dozens of days, defeating several peerless war gods of the Heavenly Court Realm, a battle that shocked the world.
This blood stele of the Huangtian tribe was an opportunity that Huang Qiming obtained after nearly dying in the forbidden area of the Undying Blood Clan's home planet during the Hunting Heaven Banquet. His signature holy intent—the Blood Ancestor Devouring Heaven Holy Intent—was condensed by comprehending the Dao essence within the blood stele and fusing it with the power of his own bloodline.
"Buzz—"
The blood monument trembled, emitting a deep rumble. Then, countless translucent silver veins extended from the twelve exotic silver-blooded wings on Huang Qiming's back, coiling around the blood monument like serpents. In an instant, an overwhelming surge of flesh and blood energy, like a river bursting its banks, poured continuously from the blood monument into his body.
Huang Qiming, who was already at his limit, suddenly experienced a terrifying surge in his aura. His injuries healed at a visible speed, and his pale face instantly became incredibly rosy, even faintly revealing a bloodthirsty crimson.
"not good!"
Emperor Wu's expression changed drastically. How could he allow Huang Qiming to recover so recklessly? The speed of the Martial God Spear in his hand increased dramatically. On the tip of the spear, the rules of the spear condensed, transforming into a dazzling spear light, which pierced towards the silver blood vessels wrapped around the blood monument, trying to sever the connection between Huang Qiming and the blood monument.
"snort!"
Huang Qiming snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He reached into his robes, and with a flash of light, a pair of ancient-looking gauntlets appeared in his hands. Five dazzling rays of light flowed across the gauntlets, radiating a powerful aura—clearly a Five Elements Monarch-level weapon!
"If the situation weren't so dire, why would I resort to such rubbish?" Huang Qiming cursed inwardly. Most of his sacred arts relied on the twelve exotic silver-blooded wings on his back, combined with his other third-grade sacred intent—the Taiyin Demon Moon Sacred Intent. Its power was comparable to a typical supreme sacred artifact. Since breaking through to the Supreme Realm, he had rarely used these gauntlets, as their power paled in comparison to the blood wings. Han Ji of the neighboring Judgment Division used supreme sacred artifacts; his own five-elemental monarch artifact did indeed seem rather pathetic.
But at this moment, there was no time to worry about that.
Huang Qiming put on his boxing gloves, stomped his foot on the air, and charged towards Emperor Wu's spear.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The spear tip clashed violently with the gauntlets, producing a deafening metallic clang. Their figures flickered in mid-air, fists and spears exchanging deadly blows, each collision unleashing devastating power. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows.
With the continuous energy boost from the Blood Monument, Huang Qiming fought with increasing ferocity, his blood and qi becoming ever more powerful. Every punch he threw carried a terrifying force capable of tearing through space. In contrast, the Martial Emperor's holy energy and blood and qi were on the verge of depletion. The speed at which he wielded the Martial God Spear grew slower and slower, and the spear's light dimmed considerably.
"die!"
A fierce glint flashed in Huang Qiming's eyes. He unleashed a powerful punch, shouting, "Blood Prison Demon Fist!"
This punch was one of his most powerful and supreme techniques. The wind from the punch swept past, and ear-piercing sonic booms erupted in the void. The space within a radius of several dozen feet collapsed inch by inch under the force of the punch, turning into a pitch-black chaos.
Emperor Wu's expression changed drastically. He held his spear horizontally in front of him, attempting to block the punch. But even before the wind of the punch arrived, the terrifying pressure already made his blood surge.
"Bang!"
The gauntlets collided violently with the gun.
Emperor Wu felt an incomparably terrifying power surge towards him like a tsunami. He was sent flying hundreds of miles away by a single palm strike, like a kite with a broken string. He coughed up blood, and his sacred body was covered with countless cracks.
Huang Qiming hovered in the void, merging with the Blood Stele. His surging blood energy soared like smoke to the heavens, reaching an unprecedented peak. He looked down at the disheveled Martial Emperor, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Martial Emperor, you are no match for me. Kneel down and admit defeat, and I guarantee I'll spare your dog's life!"
Emperor Wu, leaning on his Martial God Spear, struggled to raise his head and gaze at the imposing Huang Qiming. His heart sank. He knew he had reached a dead end.
Just then, the Martial God Spear in his hand seemed to sense his inner thoughts and suddenly emitted a resounding thud. Ancient runes lit up on the spear shaft, and an aura of the same origin as his own surged continuously from within it.
A resolute glint flashed in Emperor Wu's eyes. He gripped the Martial God Spear tightly and unleashed a long, earth-shattering roar: "Three Spears of Annihilation - Annihilation of Gods!"
The moment the words fell, the Martial Emperor's body merged with the Martial God Spear in his hand, countless rules coalescing into a single line, entering a state of perfect harmony between man and spear. A dazzling spear light suddenly erupted from the void. Wherever the spear light passed, all obstacles were annihilated.
Huang Qiming's expression changed drastically, and he quickly activated the Blood Tablet to shield himself.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The seemingly indestructible Yellow Heaven Blood Stele was actually knocked away by this single spear thrust. The terrifying power erupting from the spear tip slammed into Huang Qiming through the stele.
"puff--"
Huang Qiming's sacred body instantly exploded, turning into a sky full of blood mist. With his last bit of strength, he fled frantically into the distance, carrying the shattered blood monument and the remaining half of his sacred body. He didn't even bother to take the pair of Five Elements Monarch gauntlets with him, leaving them behind in the void.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Martial God Spear in Emperor Wu's hand crashed to the ground with a clang, its shaft humming incessantly, and the imperial aura at its tip rapidly dimming. Emperor Wu staggered away from the spear's shadow, his once imposing, mountain-like body instantly becoming withered and hunched, his skin wrinkled like old tree bark, his once black hair now frosted white, his abundant life essence almost completely depleted, and even the holy halo surrounding him shattered and swayed precariously in the wind.
Seeing Huang Qiming transform into a streak of light and tear through the void to disappear into the distance, Master Shenmeng instinctively reached out to give chase, his five-colored glazed bowl already brimming with Buddhist light. But at that moment, a figure silently emerged from the void, his robes fluttering, exuding a majestic aura—it was Dao Body Ling Che. He raised his hand and waved it lightly, an invisible barrier appearing before Master Shenmeng, saying calmly, "Let him go. I have already laid down the 'God-Locking and Demon-Trapping Array' at the exit of the Endless Abyss. Even if he were at his peak, let alone now, he would never be able to set foot even half a step into the heart of the Kunlun Realm."
"Amitabha, if that's the case, then we'll do as the Demon Emperor says." Master Shenmeng clasped his hands together, withdrew his steps, and glanced at the corpses of the Blood God Cult members on the ground, a flash of pity crossing his eyes.
Dao Shen Ling Che turned around and looked at the Martial Emperor, who was stubbornly holding his spear. A strange light flashed in his deep, demonic eyes. He reached into his robes and took out a crimson pill, exuding the might of a dragon. It was the only quasi-Emperor quality Dragon Blood Spirit Mushroom Pill. As soon as the pill appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly, and its fragrance was refreshing, even having the effect of nourishing the foundation of a saintly path.
"Senior Martial Emperor, that 'divine power' you just used has already damaged your very foundation." Dao Shen Ling Che's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "The sacred rules within your body have been shattered, and your Dao foundation is in turmoil. For the next few months, you must not engage in combat with others. Otherwise, even a true Emperor-grade Sacred Pill will be unable to prolong your life."
Having said that, he handed the Dragon Blood Spirit Mushroom Pill to Emperor Wu. Emperor Wu took the pill and felt a warm current flow from his palm into his limbs and bones, and his withered meridians showed signs of revival. He looked up at Daoist Ling Che, only to see the latter staring in the direction Huang Qiming had fled, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, as if he had already seen through something.
"Amitabha." Master Shenmeng stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the shattered earth, and said in a deep voice, "Demon Emperor, the dozen or so Great Saints who invaded from the Hell Realm have all been annihilated. Now that this matter is settled, shouldn't we set off to leave?"
Dao Shen Ling Che stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the clouds, looking towards the east of Kunlun Realm, which was the direction of Dragon Head Mountain. "Master, next, we will go directly to Dragon Head Mountain to participate in the Righteous and Demonic Assembly." He paused, his voice suddenly becoming solemn, "After the assembly concludes, I have important matters to attend to and need to inform all the Great Saints and above in Kunlun Realm."
After speaking, he looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, landing on the vast and boundless starry sky outside the Kunlun border. In his eyes, stars seemed to rise and fall, concealing a shocking game of chess.
Upon hearing this, Master Shenmeng suddenly recalled Han Ji's earlier words, and his expression darkened, a worried look creeping onto his brow: "Your Majesty, the Demon Emperor, you are unaware that, according to Han Ji, our Kunlun Realm is currently completely surrounded by the gods of the Hell Realm, with no way to escape. Tens of thousands of years ago, the Awakening Divine Lord of the Taiji Dao left the realm through the secret passage of the Taiji Dao, and has been missing ever since. It seems... he has most likely been murdered. If this stalemate continues, our Kunlun Realm will have no chance of survival!"
Upon hearing this, Dao Shen Ling Che suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter carrying a hint of domineering arrogance: "Master, there is no need to worry. Outside the Kunlun Realm, there is a 'Divine Array' laid out by the painstaking efforts of all the gods of our realm throughout history. The core of the array is the divine throne planet of all the gods of our realm throughout history. The array patterns are interwoven with the laws of the heavens. Even if a god-level deity were to come in person, he would not be able to break through it easily."
He then changed the subject, his tone becoming meaningful: "As for Lord Jue Zhao... since he left the Taiji Dao secret passage and did not return, it is not necessarily because he was killed."
At this point, Dao Shen Ling Che nodded slightly, his gaze turning to Master Shen Meng again: "When the Righteous and Demonic Assembly is held, Master will understand everything."
Then, he slowly turned around and looked towards the direction of the Burial Yin Mountains. Sensing the surging righteous energy deep within, he thought to himself, "Gods of the Hell Realm... before, you were the ones who hunted down the cultivators of my Kunlun Realm. Now, it's your turn to have a headache."