The Heavens: Man Covers the Heavens, Refines Treasures to Become an Emperor

Chapter 133: Peerless God King
In the Dragon Transformation Pond, Jiang Taixu slowly stood up, his eyes becoming brighter like the sun, and he looked at the Twelve Holy Lords calmly.

Kick, kick, kick
In an instant, the twelve peerless figures who dominated one side couldn't help but feel like retreating. They were frightened by the supreme divine power, their hair stood on end, and they couldn't help but regret it in secret.

The Divine King Jiang Taixu is the best attacker in the past five thousand years. If he were to break free from his shackles, who in the world could stop him? Even if the Twelve Saint Lords joined forces, they would be beaten to death.

The God King stood up, his eyes swept over the Twelve Holy Lords, looking at them seriously without saying a word.

"Jiang Taixu, you are not truly resurrected. If you fight to the death with us, it is still uncertain who will win. We are willing to retreat and let this matter be over. How about it?" Not far from the Hualong Pool, a big man surrounded by black mist had a cold voice, but there was fear in his eyes.

At this moment, the other terrifying figures were not in a hurry to attack. They were all very human and calmed down instantly. Since Jiang Taixu was not at the end of his rope and killing the God King was not a sure thing, he had to deal with it in a different way.

Even if I am unwilling, what can I do?
"Ah!"

Bang, bang, bang
Jiang Taixu walked out of the Dragon Pond slowly, step by step. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and it could almost melt the sky.

With every step he took, his face became younger and his blood became stronger.

thump, thump, thump
With every step he took, the heart of everyone in the City of Gods began to beat along with it. This rhythm was like the sound of a war drum that had been silent for countless years, causing the hearts of the Twelve Holy Lords to contract and ache.

Like the strange rhythm between heaven and earth, or like the sound of the Tao echoing, the steps were very light, but they gave people a feeling of facing billions of lives, as if the person in front of them was not a person, but a kingdom of God.

"Humph!"

A Saint Lord-level figure snorted coldly, trying to interrupt the rhythm, but it was of no use, and the rhythm became even more creepy.

"Jiang Taixu, you seem to be all-powerful, but in my opinion, you are just a flash in the pan. You are just outwardly powerful but inwardly weak. Who among us will go first to take his head?"

Another Saint Lord-level figure tried to remain calm and laughed.

Although he said this, the dense beads of sweat on his forehead showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

No one dared to step forward alone, because the first person who stepped forward and took action alone was already a lesson for them.

"Stop talking nonsense and attack together."

A holy lord shouted coldly, opened his mouth and spit out a divine sword, which wrapped the air, tore through the sky, pierced through the void, and instantly killed at the Dragon Pool.

Around the divine sword, one after another horrible wronged souls formed a linked array, roaring and howling. It was more like a magic sword than a divine sword.

Jiang Taixu smiled indifferently, his eyes still calm yet blazing, and with a wave of his hand, fire shot up into the sky, burning the magic sword into nothingness on the spot.

This kind of fighting power frightened the Twelve Saint Lords, and made them a little uncertain. This method was not something that a strong man of the Zhan Dao could achieve, but it seemed to be far from the realm of the ancient saints.

"He wants to break through with the help of us. In this battle, either he dies or we die." A Saint Lord roared.

"kill!"

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped hesitating and attacked Jiang Taixu with murderous intent, trying to interrupt his breakthrough. Only in this way could they have a chance of survival.

A holy lord raised a huge flag with a ferocious face. He was one of the most terrifying people among them. He was only one step away from becoming the king of beheading. Looking down at the land of East Wilderness, he was unwilling to die.

"Boom!" A deafening roar sounded, and a thousand-foot-long divine hammer smashed down.

"Either the God King dies, or we die!" A roaring voice came, and then a heavenly map covered the sky and the sun, and the rhyme of Tao flowed throughout the body, like a world falling down. The God City shook, and the sky was torn apart, but Jiang Taixu just watched calmly with a calm look, and the joy on his face became stronger and stronger.

suddenly!
Jiang Taixu suddenly attacked, and an extremely sacred fist intent pressed down, transforming into a vast and boundless kingdom of God that violently knocked away all attacks. That was the Tao and the Fa interpreted by Jiang Taixu.

The Twelve Saint Lords were frightened. Whether in the Eastern Wilderness or the entire Big Dipper, they were all peerless powerful men who dominated one side. The twelve people joined forces to launch a fatal attack, but were defeated in an instant.

"I'll take you on your way!"

A flash of light passed by, and Jiang Taixu took a step forward. His originally declining blood and energy suddenly became full of vitality, and he instantly turned into a young man. His white clothes were more blood-red, and he looked heroic, as if time had been reversed and he returned to his peak state.

"Jiang Taixu" the holy lord was trembling. He was afraid and terrified.

The other Saint Lords were all trembling with fear. The Divine King's domain enveloped the area, and its might was so overwhelming that no one dared to look up.

"kill!"

The twelve holy masters were all extraordinary people. They knew they had no choice but to fight, so they shouted at the same time. The principles of the twelve small worlds intertwined, and they blasted forward again.

However, Jiang Taixu disappeared from the spot and turned into a vast expanse of white divine kingdom that suppressed the area with unparalleled power, like a sacred mountain descending.

The twelve holy lords flew up one by one, their bodies were bleeding, their bones were shattered, their livers and gallbladders were shattered, they were all horrified and their hearts were numb, this kind of divine power was truly too terrifying.

“You, the Twelve Holy Lords, tried your best to stand up and fight.

However, the divine aura was surging, and they did not see Jiang Taixu's body. They only saw a kingdom of gods where Tao and reason were intertwined, dominating the nine heavens and ten earths and suppressing the universe.

boom!
The twelve holy lords screamed and blood splattered in the sky. They were almost in despair. They couldn't even see Jiang Taixu's true body as they were beaten by his boundless magical powers and couldn't get up.

Keng!
A divine needle of the Holy Lord as thin as an ox hair shot out and merged into the void. It was difficult for the soul to detect it. It shot forward and was clamped by two slender fingers, unable to move forward at all.

"Everyone, Jiang Taixu is about to break through. Don't hold back on any tricks, otherwise we will all die!" A Saint Lord roared madly, his face full of fear.

puff!
The only response he got was a ray of divine light, as dazzling as the sun. When the divine light passed by, the Saint's brow was pierced, his immortal platform collapsed, and then his body turned to dust, and his soul disappeared into the invisible, completely annihilating him.

On the side, the other eleven Holy Lords looked terrified and pale, and even the black mist on their bodies could not be maintained. They trembled all over and wanted to escape.

Suddenly, a dry palm appeared in the void and pressed towards the heart of the God King. The palm broke the void, black mist corroded the sky and earth, and the power of the underworld flowed.

At the same time, two green rays of light pierced through the void and shot out towards Jiang Taixu's brows, like the Nine Netherworld's death light or the rushing Yellow Springs, flickering unsteadily.

Another deadly black divine thought turned into a pitch-black demonic sword, instantly cutting through the void and slashing towards Jiang Taixu's neck.

Three divine fires shot up into the sky, thousands of feet long, as if to burn the sky, as thick as mountains, representing coldness, killing, and death.

Red as blood, black as ink, and blue flames stretching across the sky.

A fatal blow, there is no escape or avoidance.

(End of this chapter)