Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 442 The Ceremony of Succession
Inside Tianyin City.

A donkey cart was driving arrogantly down the street.

The donkey pulling the cart had a crooked eyebrow and a stick-out tongue, looking down on everyone with an arrogant and domineering attitude, which aroused the anger of the crowd.

The donkey snorted and glared at you defiantly.

A skinny monkey roared in fury, "Damn it, whose donkey is so arrogant? I'll slaughter it and make donkey meat sandwiches for it!"

"Alright! Cheer up, don't embarrass yourself!"

People on the street urged them on.

Spurred on by this, the skinny monkey mustered his courage, tightened his belt, and was about to step forward to stop the carriage.

Just then, someone suddenly grabbed him, and caught off guard, the skinny boy stumbled and almost fell over.

"Damn it, who is it?" the skinny monkey glared angrily.

"Damn it!" a bearded man cursed.

"Oh my, isn't this Chief Guan of Liancheng Village!" The skinny monkey immediately beamed with a smile and fawned over the man.

The chieftain, who had a face that looked like it belonged to a broken army, was now looking very serious and shouted, "You son of a bitch, do you even know whose donkey cart this is?"

"Ah, whose is it?"

The chieftain sneered, "So you're just a nobody, you know nothing!" He looked around and said coldly, "Haven't you heard of 'The First Tower collapses, shocking the world; its ferocious power overwhelms the world, the blood-soaked donkey cart'?"

"Ah, a blood-stained donkey cart!"

"They are the Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier!"

The crowd on the street was shocked, but then they cheered in hushed tones.

"The three villains from the north have arrived, and justice will prevail!"

The bandit chieftain glanced intently in the direction the donkey cart had disappeared, thinking to himself, "Hmph, the Japanese pirates' good days are over. The people who are here to take your men are here!"

"Chief Guan, why would the Emperor abdicate when he was perfectly fine?" Skinny Monkey asked, licking his lips.

The bandit leader looked at him with disdain and said, "You don't understand anything? This is the Japanese pirate leader, Jue Wushen, who has no intention of usurping the throne!"

"what!?"

"How could this be? Where is our army? Is it so useless?"

The crowd gasped in surprise, their cries echoing throughout the street.

The bandit leader ignored them and turned to run out of the city.

Noon has arrived, the main hall is open, and with the three villains here, something significant is bound to happen!
The former site of the Tianxiahui (World Society), inside the Third Branch Campus.

This is the largest plaza in the world, where the duel between Xiong Ba and the Sword Saint took place, and where the succession ceremony is also being held.

Thousands of people surrounded a high platform, which was three zhang high and covered with brocade. The area around the platform was covered with Persian carpets, and more than a hundred people, all of whom were masked demons, stood on the carpets.

On the high platform stood a dragon-shaped throne, beside which stood a person dressed in royal robes, silently waiting with a sorrowful expression.

On all four sides of the training ground, numerous civil and military officials, as well as captured martial arts practitioners, stood at a distance, guarded by Gui Cha Luo, ready to witness the ceremony.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from afar, like the ringing of a conch shell, and then a crowd surged forth from all directions like a tide.

Then came the thunderous sound of footsteps, and hundreds of demons rushed in like the wind, clearing a path.

The crowd parted to the left and right, filling both sides in an instant, leaving a wide avenue in the middle.

At this moment, everyone was silent.

Hundreds of Japanese monks, clad in black and white robes, came in a long procession from the west. Their vases gleamed, their golden swords flashed, and they chanted Buddhist scriptures with extraordinary solemnity.

After the monks lined up in two rows, a burly man in black armor walked through the crowd, came to the front of the platform, stepped onto the stairs, and climbed up the high platform step by step, heading towards the highest point.

Then thousands of people shouted in unison, "There is no god!" The shouts rose and fell like a tidal wave.

In the distance, Jue Tian watched as his father was about to become the ruler of the Divine Continent, his heart surging with excitement.

But then he suddenly thought of the events in the Western Desert, and a shadow fell over his heart. He couldn't help but look at Jue Wushen with pity.

"Father, you, you... sigh."

But soon, Jue Tian rallied and secretly vowed, "Father, fly with confidence, your son will always follow! I will keep this secret in my heart, and if necessary, I will even shut Mother up!"

Just then, Jue Wushen had already climbed to the top of the platform. He pressed his hands down, and everyone fell silent.

Looking down from his high vantage point, he saw the common people, officials, and martial arts masters all kneeling on the ground. The thrill of power he felt was so intense that he felt like he was floating on air.

"Compared to the supreme ruler of China, what is the Emperor? What is the overlord of the martial arts world?"

Absolutely no sense of smugness or pride, he stood with his hands on his hips, looked at the aggrieved emperor, and said loudly, "Give me the Imperial Seal."

The emperor took a deep breath, his expression resolute, and was about to reply when...

Suddenly, a loud shout came from afar: "No God! You won't succeed!"

But then four figures of varying heights and builds leaped up, stepped on the heads of the crowd, and sped out of the throng towards the high platform.

The newcomers were none other than Nameless, Bu Jingyun, Pig King, and Xiao Tong!

This was quite abrupt, and the guards were stunned for a moment, forgetting to stop them.

Jue Wushen turned his gaze, a sharp glint in his eyes, his expression cold and stern.

Seeing this, Jue Tian shouted sternly, "Protect the Emperor!"

Then a large number of ghosts rushed forward, and suddenly a figure flashed. Nameless and Bu Jingyun rushed to the left and right, and four guards stepped forward with their spears.

Bu Jingyun spread his arms and struck the four spears. With a thud, the guards all groaned in pain as they were pierced by the spears and stuck to the ground on either side.

Pig King charged onto the high platform. Several Ghost Chakravartins tried to stop him, but Pig King swiftly cut them down with a few strokes of his sword.

Xiao Tong, carrying a repeating crossbow, shot several guards dead in quick succession, muttering, "Grandpa, did you deliver the letter or not?"

"What's wrong? Missing your brother Ren?"

The Sword Emperor kicked the guards on the ground twice in quick succession, sending them tumbling like gourds, and chuckled as he did so.

"Oh, Grandpa!" Xiaotong's face flushed red, and she stomped her foot. "If you say that again, I won't talk to you anymore!"

"Very well, very well!" Pig King slung his knife over his shoulder and laughed, "I won't say anything, just watch." Suddenly, Pig King felt a strong wind rushing from behind, carrying a wave of heat. He dared not be careless and quickly turned around to block the attack. He felt his ears ringing and his vision blurring, and his blood and qi surged throughout his body. With a cry of "Ouch!", he tumbled off the stage.

"grandfather!"

Xiao Tong exclaimed in surprise and rushed towards him.

"Senior Pig King!" Bu Jingyun was also startled. He looked closely and saw two people standing on the steps.

One was tall and bald with a long beard reaching his chest; the other was short, stocky, and fat with a head full of unruly hair. Both wore sinister grins, their eyes flashing with cold, menacing light as they stared at the crowd.

These two were the personal bodyguards of Jue Wushen. The bald man was named "Tianxing," and the short, stout man was named "Juedi." Both were experts from Japan.

The emperor of the Central Plains was also seized by them after they stormed into the palace.

Then Tianxing sneered, "Wuming, Bu Jingyun, you still dare to come to Wushen Jue Palace? You're courting death!" As he spoke, he took a step forward, his robe sleeves billowing high without wind.

Bu Jingyun felt a hot wind hit his face, and his skin felt like it was being burned. He was about to raise his sword to attack.

But then a dark figure leaped up from behind him, pointing a sword at him.

"Jingyun, let me do it!"

When Tianxing saw the approaching sword with its chilling aura, he panicked and quickly stepped aside.

But to everyone's surprise, the man's five fingers shot out like lightning, grabbing Tianxing's wrist. Tianxing felt as if he were being held in the grip of tongs, unable to move.

On the other side, Juedi shouted and struck with a powerful palm strike, as strong as a mountain collapsing and a sea overturning.

Unmoved, the man flipped his hand over and grabbed Juedi's wrist again!

"Ahhhh!"

Suddenly, the members of the Juedi Tianxing group screamed in unison, their faces contorted, and large beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. They shouted, "My, my internal energy! You actually absorbed my internal energy!"

At this moment, the person restraining the two people raised his head.

With graying hair and beard, a disheveled appearance, and gleaming eyes on his square face, it was none other than Nameless!

The martial art he used was "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One".

Then Wuming shouted, "Absolute God, with us here, we will never allow you to steal the land of China!"

Absolutely divine, standing tall on the high platform, coldly gazed at the scene and said in a deep voice, "You think you can do this?"

"With us!"

Bu Jingyun shouted and leaped into the air, his peerless sword flashing with a captivating light as he thrust it straight forward.

"when!"

A sword cleaved through the head, sending sparks flying.

But Jue Wushen didn't move at all; his fists were even behind his back, making him look like a Vajra.

He glanced at Bu Jingyun and sneered, "A little progress, but still not enough." His whole body trembled.

"Ugh~" Bu Jingyun felt his energy surge into the air and was sent flying backward.

Nameless was startled, and with a tremor of his hand, he threw Juedi Tianxing and the other two towards the high platform.

"Hmph!" Facing the two flying towards him, Jue Wushen stretched out a hand and roared, "Useless trash!"

This hand isn't meant to catch them.

Instead, clench your five fingers, make a fist, and push it out horizontally.

boom!
A muffled thud erupted as the force of the punch burst forth, turning the sky red with blood and gore, and sending Juedi Tianxing flying with broken bones and shattered tendons.

Amidst his furious roar, all that remained in his hand was a large mass of flesh and blood. The crowd was terrified and speechless.

Nameless stared at his ruthless methods, which showed no regard for family ties, and his eyes widened: "Jue Wushen, you are so vicious!"

Jue Wushen laughed loudly: "As long as I become an unparalleled emperor, I can kill everything!"

Wuming snorted, then suddenly raised his index finger and pointed it at him from afar.

In an instant, sword energy shot out from the fingertip, piercing the air with a startling wind, and a sharp edge descended from the sky with a whooshing sound.

Caught off guard, Jue Wushen was surprised by the speed of the nameless sword energy and immediately shouted, "Killing Fist!"

He raised his left hand and punched Wuming squarely in the chest.

The force of the punch hit his face, instantly shattering the incoming sword energy.

"boom!"

A punch landed with a muffled thud, but Wuming blocked it with both arms and remained unmoved.

Jue Wushen's expression changed: "The Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, you actually mastered it?"

"Godless Jue, today is your death day!"

Wuming shouted sharply and suddenly pointed out another finger. With a whoosh, the sword energy condensed into hundreds of dark red sparks, shooting towards Jue Wushen.

Seeing that something was wrong, Jue Wushen used his "Indestructible Golden Body" to defend himself and threw a punch to resist the sword energy. Unexpectedly, Bu Jingyun suddenly appeared behind him and thrust his sword at his armpit!

Jue Wushen was so shocked that his soul almost left his body and he retreated in panic, but the sword light was overwhelming and there was no way to avoid it.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck him; a sword had pierced his armpit. Jue Wushen screamed in agony, only to be met with a furious shout from Bu Jingyun, who swung him around!
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Just when the fighting outside was so fierce it felt like pig brains were about to pop out.

Yan Ying was taking a bath. In the huge bath, hundreds of flower petals were spread out, covering her beautiful body. Only her delicate shoulders were slightly exposed, which was enough to be captivating.

Suddenly, a trembling voice called out, "Sister, sister?"

Yan Ying was startled, and then turned around.

Then there stood Ding An, dressed in a black robe, wearing a bird's nest-like straw hat, with a stubble beard, looking as dejected as a vagrant, standing at the door with red eyes.

"Sister, is it really you?"

Ding'an was extremely excited and wanted to go forward to take a closer look at the woman he had been thinking about day and night.

However, Yan Ying couldn't help but shrink back, frowning as she coldly asked, "What are you doing here?"

Ding'an froze, rooted to the spot.

At the same time, Nie Feng, his eyes bloodshot, was rushing towards this place like a whirlwind.
(End of this chapter)