novelapdf Chapter 493 If we were of the same rank, I would kill you like slaughtering a dog.
Chapter 493 If we were of the same rank, I would kill you like slaughtering a dog.
Lu Renzhen's voice echoed throughout the Three Realms, carrying contempt and murderous intent.
These words instantly ignited the fury of all beings in the Three Realms.
Countless people looked up and roared, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Many cultivators from the Three Realms gripped their weapons, their anger reaching the heavens.
"If you want to fight, then fight! Stop talking nonsense!"
Lingbao Tianzun retorted coldly, and as soon as he finished speaking, four sword lights exploded from behind him.
The four immortal swords, Zhuxian, Luxian, Xianxian, and Juexian, were drawn together, their sword intent soaring to the heavens and cleaving through the chaos.
It directly targets Lu Renzhenxian.
Lu Renzhenxian's face darkened, and he was about to make a move when Lu Yizhenxian stepped forward and said coldly, "Let me handle this!"
He looked at Lingbao Tianzun as if he were looking at prey, and could sense that the other party had extremely profound swordsmanship.
This kind of opponent was exactly what he had been waiting for.
Lu Yi Zhenxian raised his hand, and a jet-black longsword appeared.
The sword is mottled and engraved with ancient runes. There are tiny nicks on the blade, which are the marks left by countless battles and are a testament to its glory!
"My name is Lu Yi, a cultivator from the lower realm. State your name, and I will not kill nameless nobodies."
Lingbao Tianzun didn't answer; the Zhuxian Sword slashed directly at him. "Enough with the nonsense."
Lu Yizhenxian snorted coldly, drew his longsword, activated the Pacifying Chaos Technique, and the runes on the sword shone brightly as he met the attack head-on.
The two sword lights collided, the void exploded, and countless cracks spread into the depths of chaos.
Lingbao Tianzun unleashed four swords simultaneously, their sword light weaving into a net like bolts of silk, trapping Lu Yi in the center.
Lu Yi cleaved through the sword net with a single sword strike, and the two fought from the desolate borderlands to the chaos. Their sword beams intertwined, creating heaven and earth, and fragments of the Great Dao flew everywhere. Every strike shook the universe.
Seeing that someone had made a move, Ao Er stepped forward, his body radiating golden light, his tone arrogant: "Who among the ants of the lower realm will face death?"
Yuanshi Tianzun remained silent, stepping on chaos and holding the Chaos Banner in his hand, he took a step forward to meet Ao Er.
Ao Er cultivated the ancestral Path of Light, and with a wave of his hand, nine blazing suns appeared, melting the void and evaporating the chaotic energy.
Each blazing sun was like a great sun falling, pressing down on Yuanshi Tianzun. Yuanshi Tianzun remained expressionless, the Chaos Banner unfurled, its Daoist energy flowing, and he slammed down with a seal.
The Primordial Heaven-Turning Seal, though its seal-making technique is ancient and simple, carries the power to suppress all ages.
A blazing sun exploded, turning into a shower of flowers. Ao Er's expression changed, and the remaining eight blazing suns bombarded him simultaneously.
Golden light exploded, flames danced, and the two fought to the point of madness.
At this moment, Ao Da stood with his hands behind his back, his tone more tactful than Ao Er's, but his contempt was no less: "It's not easy for someone from the lower realm to have come this far. Surrender, and I can decide whether to spare your life."
Taixu Immortal Lord did not answer. The four celestial lights soared into the sky: the Azure Dragon coiled, the White Tiger roared, the Vermilion Bird flapped its wings, and the Black Tortoise guarded the sky. All four celestial signs appeared together.
It made their stance clear: if you want war, then let's fight!
Ao Da also cultivates the ancestral Immortal King Scripture, making him stronger than Ao Er.
He held a golden spear, its shaft engraved with sun runes, each thrust carrying the domineering power to incinerate all things.
The battle between him and the Immortal Lord Taixu was earth-shattering. Immortal light clashed with the spear's edge, chaos surged, and the Great Dao wailed.
Three battlefields, three battles between True Immortals, causing the heavens and earth to collapse in the desolate wilderness of the universe.
Finally, only Lu Renzhenxian remained.
He stood in the void, hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering in the wind. His gaze fell upon Emperor Chen, the Empress, and the others.
His lips curled slightly upward, and his eyes held a disdainful look, like a cat toying with a mouse.
"So, are you prepared for death?"
He scanned the crowd, his tone dismissive, "Do you want to come one by one to your deaths, or all at once?"
He completely disregarded the nine people under his command; they were just a group of cultivators in the Human Realm, whom he could easily wipe out.
The Heavenly Horse Saint Emperor was the first to lose his temper, bursting into a tirade: "Go to hell! I can't stand people like you who act like grandsons!"
He's not even a mortal immortal, yet he's putting on such an act? Even the Heavenly Emperor isn't this arrogant, what's he pretending for?
Upon hearing this, Lu Renzhen's face darkened. "You'll be the first to die. I'd like to see if your life is as good as your stubbornness."
He's just an ant in the humanitarian field, how dare he insult him? He's asking for death.
Qin Ming didn't waste any words. The Primordial Bell hung above his head, its gentle waves shattering the void.
He took a step forward, unleashing the Primordial Divine Fist of the Thirty-Three Heavens. Thirty-three layers of golden light appeared behind him, overlapping and merging into one.
The fist imprint, like a golden sun, slammed towards Lu Ren. At the same time, Di Chen attacked, unleashing divine light and unleashing the Heavenly Origin Strike.
Wan Qing formed hand seals, and the Chaos Lotus bloomed behind him, its leaves unfurling and chaotic energy surging.
In the beginning of creation, the blue lotus opened the heavens and the earth, and then suppressed everything.
With a shake of his pestle, the Great Emperor of Guidance unleashed a radiant light, and golden chants resounded throughout heaven and earth.
He clasped his hands together, and a golden Buddha phantom rose from behind him, striking Lu Ren with a palm.
Emperor Wu Lin Dong unleashed both fists simultaneously, the fist imprints resembling black meteors, carrying an unstoppable and domineering force.
The Great Emperor Wuji Bo's body was filled with surging chaotic energy. He struck out with his palm, and the palm print was filled with surging chaos, as if the heavens and the earth were being created.
The Empress raised her hand, and with a single thought, a flower bloomed, and she reigned supreme over the world.
Golden lotuses bloomed in the void, each one transforming into a sharp sword that swept across the sky and struck Lu Ren.
The Heavenly Horse Saint Emperor transformed into his Holy Spirit form and unleashed a punch that left a mountain-like fist imprint.
Xiao Fan also threw a punch.
Emperor Yun Li unleashed a sword strike, the sword energy of creation as swift as a bolt of lightning, aimed at Lu Ren.
Nine attacks, nine great Daos, simultaneously bombarded Lu Ren.
Moreover, each of them possessed unique skills, and since their opponents were far more advanced, they had no choice but to use their ultimate techniques from the very beginning.
"Um?"
Lu Ren raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
These emperors in the realm of humanity are all so powerful and amazing.
These people have terrifying potential; their aspirations are lofty, and their understanding of the path is profound.
If given time, it's only a matter of time before they become true immortals, and there's even a high possibility that they could become immortal kings!
"They cannot be left behind, not a single one can be left behind."
Lu Renzhenxian raised his hand, activated the Heaven-Sweeping Immortal-Burning Technique, and a burst of blazing fire erupted from his palm, transforming into a massive, sky-covering fiery hand that met the nine attacks.
A fierce battle erupted, creating the world and shattering the void; the very Dao seemed to have been obliterated.
After a while, Di Chen and the others coughed up blood and flew backward. The difference in their cultivation levels was too great. Even if they were peerless geniuses and had the advantage of numbers, they could not defeat them.
"Is that all the strength you have?" Lu Renzhen Immortal clicked his tongue and shook his head, his tone contemptuous. "I haven't even exerted myself yet, and you've already fallen."
Qin Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully, "You're only relying on your higher cultivation level. If we were of the same level, I would kill you like slaughtering a dog."
Lu Renzhen's face darkened, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He knew that what the other party said was true, which made him feel even more uncomfortable and his murderous intent intensified.
"Oh, really? It's a pity that my cultivation level is higher than yours, much higher. The fact is, I can kill you like slaughtering dogs."
Di Chen and the others remained silent. This was a fact; the difference in their cultivation levels was an insurmountable chasm.
Qin Ming and his nine companions got up and charged forward again, even more frantically than before.
Qin Ming's Thirty-Three Heavens Primordial Divine Fist was faster and faster than the last, with the fist imprints stacking up to the extreme.
Everyone went mad; all nine of them coughed up blood multiple times, but none of them retreated or showed any fear.
They charged forward again and again, even after being blown up once more.
The Great Emperor's demon-subduing pestle broke in two, and his body also split into two sections.
Emperor Wu Lin Dong had both arms severed, but he didn't utter a sound and used his legs instead of fists.
Wang Bo was covered in wounds, with blood splattering everywhere, but he did not retreat an inch and fought to the death.
Qin Ming and Di Chen's bodies shattered several times, but they reassembled themselves by consuming their own essence, and then continued the battle.
Blood kept seeping from the corner of the empress's mouth beneath her mask, a shocking sight.
This was a desperate battle; the difference in skill level between the two sides was too great!
How can a group of second- or third-generation powerhouses in the Human Realm defeat a peak True Immortal?