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Chapter 664 The Iron-Blooded God Has Fallen!
"Shut up, you're all a bunch of idiots," Xuanjie cursed.

"He's not dead yet!"

"Don't you have any sense of discernment?!"

From within the ever-condensing nebula, a gigantic figure emerged and swiftly rushed towards the fleet.

That was the figure of the Iron-Blooded God, with blue smoke rising from his body.

"A god of death, hunting, and battle?" Xuanjie asked, somewhat surprised.

"No wonder it has such high resistance to attacks that are sure to kill."

That Type 2 Xuanhuang main cannon, despite being named Xuanhuang, did not possess any true Xuanhuang aura.

Instead, it is the main cannon of the fleet developed by the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of Thunder and Lightning of the Primordial Heavenly Court. It has the power of a saint's strike, and especially after being edited by the law of cause and effect, it has the characteristic of certain death.

Surprisingly, they didn't kill the god.

He's quite a strong person.

However, it's just a bit of trouble.

Xuanjie shook off his clothes, threw them off, and tossed them to Wang Ye.

"Commander, wait, what are you doing?" Wang Ye exclaimed in surprise.

"My fists are itching a bit," Xuanjie said with a smile.

"Let's go and meet him!"

"This is a god!" Wang Ye still tried to dissuade him.

“I know, it’s not like I haven’t killed before.” Xuanjie turned his head, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

“This native god is worthy of being a part of my collection.”

Around the command center, strange heads hung suspended above it.

These are powerful indigenous beings, even gods, located in various remote universes.

The gods were no strangers to the Primordial Legion. After all, in the multiverse, there were far more people who became gods through faith than through genetic locks or cultivation.

If a deity is in his territory, even a saint would find it quite difficult to deal with him.

Wang Ye smiled wryly, but he knew that once the Xuan Realm made a decision, no one could change it.

"Give me proper command and don't let any other cats or dogs disturb our duel," Xuanjie said meaningfully.

The next moment, Xuanjie's figure suddenly appeared in the vacuum of space, his clothes fluttering slightly in the flow of dark energy.

Before him stood the Iron-Blooded God like a towering mountain, its over 700-meter-tall body covered in charred scales, with wisps of smoke rising from its broken bone spurs, its ferocious face twisted with rage.

In comparison, the two-meter-tall Xuanjie was as insignificant as a speck of dust, as if the other party could crush him into powder with just a step.

"Heh." Xuanjie raised his eyes to look at the other party, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"What's the point of making your bodies so big, you gods?"

Before he could finish speaking, he clapped his hands together sharply!
hum-

A deafening buzzing sound suddenly rang out in the vacuum, and a blurry phantom image suddenly appeared behind Xuanjie.
Initially, it was only a few dozen meters tall, with an outline as freehand as an ink painting.

As the energy within him exploded, the phantom grew at a visible speed, reaching 100 meters, 300 meters, and 600 meters. Even the stardust in the distance was scattered and flew by this momentum.

In a short while, the phantom had grown to over 800 meters, towering more than half a head taller than the Iron-Blooded God!
No longer a blurry outline, but solidified into a giant identical to the Xuan Realm.

Law heaven and earth!

He was clad in armor woven from stars, his eyes held an indifferent gaze that looked down upon all living beings, and the mysterious aura flowing around him was even more intense than the light from the main cannon, casting a huge shadow over the Iron-Blooded God.

The true form and the illusory image of the Xuan Realm overlapped, and consciousness merged into this colossal god who embodied the laws of heaven and earth.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze like two tangible beams of light, landing on the Iron-Blooded God's face, which was stiff with astonishment.

The other person's broken bone spurs and smoking wounds were now crystal clear to him.
The colossal object that I had to look up to just moments ago now only reaches my chest.

“That’s much more comfortable to talk to.” Xuanjie nodded in satisfaction, his voice emanating through the illusory image and transforming into thunder that shook the entire universe.

He raised his hand, which was larger than the head of the Iron-Blooded God, and the green and blue energies condensed into a vortex in his palm.

Under the oppressive force of the giant shadow, the Iron-Blooded God's over 700-meter-tall body trembled slightly.

He wanted to roar and unleash his energy, but found himself firmly locked in by the vortex, making even raising his arm incredibly difficult.

Under the absolute suppression of size and power, his proud divine body appeared so insignificant for the first time.

As a veteran of the Ironblood clan who had fled from the primordial continent, he naturally recognized these humans.

It is not those uncivilized humans in this universe.

Rather, they are the true primordial human race!

Their clan is coming after us!
The Iron-Blooded God naturally remembered the manager who was crushed out of the prehistoric continent by humans like a dead dog back then.

He also knew how those humans, who were originally only fit to be their prey, had gradually trampled on their heads.

They were a cruel, murderous, and despicable group of upright apes!
Therefore, he had no time to care about the massacre of his people.

Instead, it activated an ancient relic deep within the star's core.

That ultimate weapon, supposedly developed to defeat humanity.

Unfortunately, it was of no use; it couldn't even break through human rune arrays.

Now, the destruction of their home planet has stirred up fear within the Iron-Blooded God.

as well as--

Extreme hatred!
He wanted to question the humans before him about a problem that had troubled him for tens of thousands of years.

"We have all left the primordial continent."

"Why won't you let us go!"

"Let you go?" Xuanjie seemed to have heard a very ridiculous joke and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"The weak will eat the strong, and the fittest will survive."

"These are the principles that you myriad races taught to humankind."

He seemed to have thought of something else.

"correct--"

"We can now teach you a lesson."

"The remnants of the enemy must be completely wiped out!"

"Otherwise, they might be able to turn things around!"

“Of course—” Xuanjie looked the Iron-Blooded God up and down.

"If you are willing to submit to me and become my mount, I might take pity on you and spare your life."

"Although it's a bit ugly, it seems that among the legion commanders, there isn't a single one with a divine mount." "If you dare to bare your teeth at me again, don't blame me for pulling them out one by one and hanging them on my collection wall."

The Iron-Blooded God felt insulted by the word "mount," and a dark storm suddenly surged around him.

That was no ordinary airflow; it was a death storm imbued with the divinity of death, its black wind blades carrying the wails of countless undead.

Wherever it passed, it corroded the void, creating fine holes, and even absorbed the light of distant stars, turning it into a pale gray.

The storm crashed against the colossal figure of the Xuan Realm like a tsunami, as if it wanted to shred the 800-meter giant into dust.

Xuanjie, however, was so excited that his eyes lit up. He made a hand seal with two fingers and blew lightly: "Whoosh—"

The two energies, green and blue, suddenly exploded outwards, not in a violent sweep, but condensed into a blade-like shape!

The moment the divine wind collided with the death storm, the black wind blades melted like ice and snow, and the wails of the dead were shredded by the wind blades.

Even more ruthless, the divine wind, undiminished in its momentum, circled behind the Iron-Blooded God and exploded with a "boom".

The armor on the back of the Iron-Blooded God peeled off instantly, as if it had been sanded with sandpaper, revealing the muscles beneath that flowed with black divine blood.

"Remember the fear of the past? This is the Samadhi Divine Wind!" Xuanjie laughed maniacally.

Fatianxiangdi charged forward, his fist flashing with dazzling golden light, and unleashed a punch from mid-air!
The golden fist imprint struck the Iron-Blooded God squarely in the chest.

Its massive body was struck as if by a meteorite, instantly transforming into a shooting star and crashing into a rocky planet within the star system.

Rumble!
The planet was small, only three thousand kilometers in diameter, yet it was pierced from north to south by this single punch.

Magma and debris gushed from both ends of the passage like fountains, and the entire planet shattered in two amidst the tremors.

The Iron-Blooded God burst forth from the planetary wreckage, his chest armor dented, green blood gushing out, as he let out a deafening roar.

But Xuanjie's speed was ridiculously fast; in a flash, he traversed three astronomical units.

The next moment, he appeared before the Iron-Blooded God.

The giant hand, representing the laws of heaven and earth, descended as if swatting a fly.

The decorations on the Iron-Blooded God's head instantly exploded into dust, revealing a hideous head covered in bone spurs.

"Humans!!" he roared.

"Stop yelling, come up with something new!" Xuanjie said excitedly.

A golden light flashed in his palm, and another slap landed on its side, sending several bloody bone spurs flying.

The Iron-Blooded God has gone completely mad.

It is the true god who rules over death, hunting, and battle, and has never been so humiliated!
The black divinity surged wildly within him, and the originally chaotic attacks gradually became more organized.

It began to absorb combat experience, and with each hit, new combat instincts awakened.

After becoming a god, he never had the experience of fighting an enemy of equal caliber.

Today is the first time.

But it could very well be the last time.

Suddenly, red lightning erupted from its left arm, a special ability originating from the Hunting Clan.

Hunting Grounds!

Xuanjie became even more excited. As he slapped away the lightning with his giant hand, he slammed his knee into its abdomen.

"That's more like it! Otherwise, even killing you would be boring, and you wouldn't deserve to be on my honor wall!"

The Iron-Blooded God was struck in the abdomen by a knee, and a mouthful of thick, green blood gushed out.

Using the force of the impact, it flipped over and swung its claws, the condensed "domain of death" like an inky vortex, attempting to drag the Xuan Realm into the space of utter silence.

This was their unique skill that allowed them to survive on the desolate continent in the past.

clang!
The Bagua plate on Xuanjie's chest suddenly lit up with golden light, and the Qian trigram pattern on the plate firmly resisted the dark vortex.

The deathly power within the domain collided with the golden light, like a tide crashing against a reef, instantly dissipating into wisps of black smoke.

The Iron-Blooded God let out a low, unwilling roar.

It's trying to say that this is unfair!
Before it could utter a word, the giant hand from the mystical realm had already gripped its neck like an iron clamp.

"Click—" Xuanjie exerted force with his five fingers, and the neck bones of the Iron-Blooded God made a cracking sound as they could not bear the weight.

He grabbed the deity and slammed it against the nearby metal planet like he was dragging a tattered sack!
Sparks flew as the metal rubbed together, and the massive body of the Iron-Blooded God carved a deep, bottomless trench into the metal.

Gravel and liquid metal splashed like a waterfall.

The Iron-Blooded God struggled frantically, clearly sensing the death divinity within its body rapidly dissipating.

Damn!

If the divinity of death had not been intercepted, I would never be so weak!
Old wounds aggravated new pains, and green divine blood flowed down his neck.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The Samadhi Divine Wind, like a bone-deep ailment, swept across the body of the Iron-Blooded God time and again.

At first, the outer scales peeled off in pieces, revealing the divine body underneath.

Next, the divine body was shredded into pieces by the wind blades, revealing the stark white divine bones.

Finally, even the bones were hollowed out by the divine wind, fading from a hard, dark iron color to a fragile grayish-white.

The Iron-Blooded God's struggles grew weaker and weaker until even his roars turned into faint sobs.

Its massive body slumped onto the planetary debris, with only the chest still rising and falling slightly.

Xuanjie stopped what he was doing, looking at the dying god at his feet. The giant god's face showed a hint of regret: "What a pity..."

"You are not weak."

"It's not beneath me to be your mount."

"only--"

He raised his foot and stomped heavily on the head of the Iron-Blooded God.

"Now, I don't want a mount anymore."

The moment the foot slammed down, the skull of the Iron-Blooded God cracked repeatedly.

Xuanjie slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of nebulae and landing in the direction of the distant third spiral arm of the Milky Way.

He grinned wildly, his laughter causing the surrounding stellar remains to tremble slightly.

"The appetizers are good!"

"I hope you won't let me down—"

"Zhongzhou Team!"

(End of this chapter)