My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 112 The Divine Emperor Soars to the Heavens (4k)

Kneeling on the ground, Wu Dingwen felt a chill in his heart and forced himself to say, "Grand Uncle, I have served the sect diligently for decades. Even if I haven't made any great contributions, I have certainly put in a lot of hard work. Must I..."

Wu Xuefeng said with feigned regret, "Since you are the sect leader, you should naturally know that the continuation of the sect is far more important than our personal lives."

Wu Dingwen wanted to curse. If the continuation of the sect is more important than one's own life, why don't you die instead of making me die?!

His mind raced, and he suddenly said, "Grand Uncle, it doesn't necessarily have to come to that. Huang Tian is a member of the imperial court, and he must follow the rules. Without evidence, what right does he have to destroy so many sects? With such actions, wouldn't he become a demonic figure?"

Wu Xuefeng shook his head and sighed, "Who said he destroyed the Feihong Sect? It was clearly the Demonic Sect that destroyed it. After he learned of the news, he rushed to the Feihong Sect and killed many of the Demonic Sect's villains. Not only was he innocent, he also made a contribution."

Wu Dingwen stared in disbelief, "How can such a claim be kept secret from the world?"

"Dingwen, you have been the sect leader for more than ten years, how come you don't even understand this simple principle?"

Wu Xuefeng said, "Normally it would be impossible. Neither the government nor the major sects would allow him to do this."

But now, Qinzhou and Yongzhou are in turmoil, and the demonic cult is rampant in the area. The situation is extremely chaotic. What's so strange about the destruction of one or two sects? It can be completely blamed on the demonic cult.

More importantly, all the major powers in Kunyun County know that we, in conjunction with the Feihong Sect, had invited the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost to attack Huang Tian. Although we weren't the masterminds, his revenge is entirely justified, and few are willing to stand up for us.

Yes, if Huang Tian were to indiscriminately kill innocent people, the sects and forces in Qin Prefecture could still stand up for him and say a few words of justice, or even intervene to stop him. But the current situation is that you killed the other party first, so don't blame others for retaliating now.

"Even if you temporarily restrain Huang Tian with rules and laws, his strength is still there. Sooner or later he will retaliate. At worst, he can disguise himself and attack our sect one day. Who can stop him then?"

Wu Xue closed her eyes. "Have you thought it through? If you have, then make your move, so as not to make me, an old man, hurt the bond between grandfather and grandson."

Wu Dingwen lay on the ground, trembling all over.

Did it damage the bond between grandparents and grandchildren?

You dare say that?

He gritted his teeth and struggled one last time, saying, "Grand Uncle, can't you let me fake my death?"

Do you think Huang Tian is a fool?

The cold words shattered his last hope.

He trembled, raised his right palm, channeling his inner energy, and shakily tried to strike his head with it.

"Oh!"

He slammed his right palm on the ground, his kneeling body quickly retreating backward. With a twist of his body, he darted out of the courtyard like an arrow.

He doesn't want to die!

But he didn't dare to make a move against Wu Xuefeng!
They had no choice but to flee...

pity.

Just as he darted out of the courtyard, a loud whooshing sound came from beside him. A faster figure swept past his head like an eagle soaring through the sky, and then, sharp, blade-like eagle claws tore open with a series of loud cracks and slammed down on his head.

"Grand Uncle Rao..."

Before he could finish speaking, the eagle's claw twisted hard, and with a snap, Wu Dingwen's neck was broken.

At the same time, sharp true energy surged into his body, destroying his internal organs like swords.

"Uh……"

With a soft cry of pain, Wu Dingwen's eyes dimmed, and his body slumped to the ground.

Tread~

Upon hearing the commotion, a dozen or so sect disciples, armed with knives and swords, rushed over quickly, led by an elder surnamed Wu.

Upon arriving at the scene, everyone froze.

Because, the Supreme Elder Wu Xuefeng stood tall and calm, while the corpse of the Sect Leader Wu Dingwen lay limply at his feet, his face contorted, his dark eyes seemingly mixed with anger, fear and resentment.

As for who he was angry and resentful towards...

Everyone swallowed hard.

Given this situation, everyone can guess what just happened: the Supreme Elder must have personally tried to kill the Sect Leader...

Wu Xuefeng's cold gaze swept over everyone before settling on the face of Elder Wu.

"Jiamin, the sect leader went astray during his cultivation, suffering a qi deviation and attempting to slaughter the sect's disciples. I had no choice but to suppress my heartache and kill him. You've come at the right time. Take his body away and give him a grand funeral. All the elders, deacons, and disciples must see his corpse. Do you understand?"

Wu Jiamin shuddered.

Going crazy?

Are they planning to massacre the sect's disciples?

Isn't this a joke!
Earlier today, he spoke with the sect leader. At that time, the sect leader's true energy was pure and his speech was clear and logical. His mind was perfectly clear. How could he suddenly suffer a qi deviation after coming here!
You were the one who personally carried out the assassination...

His mind raced, and he quickly understood why Wu Xuefeng had killed the sect leader. He felt sorry for the sect leader and saddened by the injustice, but also secretly pleased that the sect might have escaped a major disaster.

'With such thoughts, am I even human?!'

Discarding any thoughts of smug relief, he said in a muffled voice, "Yes, Grand Uncle!"

Although Guiyuan Sect is called a sect, it actually has a huge family influence. Many of the elders and deacons are from the Wu family, and most of them are Wu Xuefeng's grandchildren.

Wu Jiamin waved his hand, and the disciples behind him gritted their teeth and walked to the body of their sect leader, Wu Dingwen, and lifted it up.

Wu Xuefeng seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Jiamin, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and a sect cannot be without a leader. Now that Dingwen is dead, you will take over as the new leader and handle all matters."

Wu Jiamin's eyes widened, completely unprepared and caught off guard. "This...this...Grand Uncle, should we discuss this with the elders?"

Wu Xuefeng's cold gaze fixed on him, and Wu Jiamin's heart skipped a beat. He forced himself to say, "Yes! Yes! Your grand-nephew is willing to be the sect leader!"

Ascending to the position of sect leader now, it's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. If it were any other time, it would definitely be a great thing. The sect leader is second only to the emperor, above millions of people, able to mobilize many resources to assist in cultivation, wielding immense power, and respected and feared by everyone in the vast Kunyun.

But now, the previous sect leader has just died, and was even killed by his own elder!
There's another killer outside, and even if I become the sect leader, I don't know if I'll be thrown out again to take the blame.

Trembling with fear, Wu Jiamin had no choice but to accept the hot potato of becoming the sect leader. Otherwise, he feared that he would be finished before that killer even arrived, and die with Wu Dingwen.

Seeing Wu Dingwen's body being moved away, Wu Xuefeng sighed softly, "Jiamin, please remember to give him a grand funeral."

"Yes, grand-nephew understands."

He bowed and responded, then took his leave.

Walking back to the courtyard alone with his hands behind his back, looking at the bamboo in the yard and listening to the breeze, Wu Xuefeng felt a mix of emotions.

Humiliation, anxiety, regret, fear... a mix of emotions.

After a long while, a soft murmur drifted on the wind: "Life is unpredictable, and the winds of change are ever-changing. May you have a safe journey..."

……

……

Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Feihong Gate, Sutra Repository.

At this moment, Huang Tian had arrived on the third floor and put down the last martial arts manual on the third floor. He felt a slight stirring in his heart.

He sat cross-legged on a futon, his mind drifting into a state of tranquility, his mind filled with the myriad martial arts techniques he had seen and learned.

The fastest and most dangerous sword strike is like a thunderbolt; the penetrating force is specifically designed to break through true qi and qi; the Shadow-Splitting Light Sword can split into hundreds or even thousands of sword energies with a single thrust...

And the "One Stick Opens the Sky" technique, which he learned from Ke Rujing and then upgraded himself!
That blow gave him a lot of inspiration—no, to be precise, it was the core of his inspiration!
At a certain moment, Huang Tian suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed as if a thousand chilling swords were hidden in his eyes, bursting out with a captivating and cold light.

He calmly walked down the third floor, out of the library, and outside.

The guards waiting outside were about to bow when they suddenly stopped, because an extremely strong and chilling aura emanated from Huang Tian.

The surging true energy stirred up a tornado-like gale, and the blood and qi boiled like a volcano in a furnace. The wind was like a series of cold and scorching knives scraping across everyone's faces, causing them to retreat in fear.

Standing at a distance, the crowd whispered among themselves, still shaken.

"The burst of energy from Commander Qian just now almost blasted me away; it was too violent!"

"I stood there, and it felt like a knife was slicing across my face, cutting pieces of flesh off my body, ouch~"

"Has Qianhu experienced a sudden enlightenment, as if he has grasped something extraordinary?"

"That's for sure. It's fortunate we didn't speak and wake the commander, otherwise it would have been a terrible sin..."

"Back off further! Back off further!"

"Send someone to report to Boss Tie that the commander has come out of the Scripture Pavilion and seems to be in a state of sudden enlightenment..."

"..."

One of the strongmen swiftly rushed towards the bluestone square, while the rest cautiously looked around, fearing that some clueless person might intrude and disturb Huang Tian's enlightenment.

On the flat ground outside the Sutra Repository, Huang Tian closed his eyes and concentrated, letting his qi and blood circulate throughout his body, releasing a vast and powerful aura.

Hehe~

A strong wind swept across the area centered on Huangtian, causing dust and fallen leaves to swirl and fly up.

Soon, the airflow became rapid and sharp, as if it had become a tangible blade.

Chi Chi!

Strands of pure white energy swirled rapidly around him, transforming into hundreds and thousands of visible blades of gale force!
These wind blades hissed as they sliced ​​through the air, emitting a terrifying shriek!

The hard bluestone ground was scraped by the sharp wind, leaving hundreds of deep, crisscrossing cuts. In the distance, a stone tablet half a person's height was swept by just a few scattered gusts of wind and was instantly cut into several pieces, the cross-sections as smooth as mirrors.

The small stones on the ground were directly cut into powder by the sweeping wind blades, and scattered in the air, causing a gray vortex of mixed bluestone powder and dust to swirl around Huang Tian for several feet!

"This, this is too..."

Upon hearing the news, Tie Chong rushed over and was deeply shocked as he looked at the yellow sky amidst the gray-white hurricane.

Even from a distance of tens of feet, he could feel the biting aura rushing towards him. He had a feeling that if he were in the midst of the fierce winds, he would be cut into minced meat in an instant!

The thought sent a chill down his spine, and he retreated another dozen feet.

"Swords, lightning, penetrating energy, sharpness, cutting..."

Thousands of martial arts techniques arose and descended from Huang Tian's mind, merging and evolving with numerous profound Daoist principles.

His breathing became extremely slow and deep, and the lake of inspiration rippled.

Suddenly, the meaning of that move, "One Strike Opens the Sky," flowed into the lake of inspiration.

Thousands of images seemed to have suddenly found their core, converging towards the meaning of that single blow.

Suddenly, he exuded a majestic and domineering aura!

At this moment, it was as if he were the center of heaven and earth, the master who could take away all things!
A word suddenly exploded in his mind!
I am the heavens!
When distracting thoughts fade away, all things return to their natural course.

In a daze, he saw an invisible and intangible "strange object" taking shape.

It is neither a stick, nor a knife, nor a sword.

It is not any weapon in the world, yet it seems to be a fusion of all weapons.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and Huang Tian slowly raised his palm.

The true energy, blood, and spirit within his body resonated at a strange frequency, surging and converging towards his palm.

Suddenly, a pure white, blazing, dazzling golden light burst forth from the palm of his hand!

This light possesses an extreme sharpness that can sever and judge everything!

At this moment, Huang Tian's black hair danced wildly, and his eyes seemed to have lost all humanity.

Rather, it is as high and distant as the sky!

As fierce as thunder!

buzz~

At the edge of his right palm, a pure white light shimmered with intense golden radiance, rolling like thousands of lightning snakes, and a terrifying aura that could tear through the sky and judge all things erupted forth!

"boom!!"

He chopped down with his right palm towards the distance!

The instant it was cleaved out, a platinum blade of light, as solid as a physical object and a hundred feet long, slashed through the air!

As the light blades whistled through the air, they emitted a deep, majestic, and soul-shaking roar!
The sound was like the long roar of an ancient divine elephant neighing towards the sky, or the thunderbolts angrily struck down by a thunder god from the heavens!

In the eyes of Tie Chong and the others, it seemed as if they saw a figure, ten thousand feet tall and blurry yet exuding endless majesty, standing with his hands behind his back in a heavenly realm of countless palaces, jade pillars and golden beams, and soaring dragons and phoenixes, amidst layers of mysterious and distant heavenly palaces.

That figure, like an immortal emperor or a god, looked down upon all living beings and spoke indifferently:
"punish!"

The law of heaven is in your mouth!

Judgment of all beings!

Thousands of world-destroying thunderbolts then struck down!

Seeing countless thunder dragons and lightning snakes lashing out at them, Tie Chong and the others were startled awake.

Only then did they realize that the Divine Emperor was no longer present in the world, and the thunder had ceased to exist. In the vast sky, there was only a sword aura that seemed to be carrying the destructive power of thunder, roaring like a dragon, carving a terrifying ravine a hundred feet long and several feet deep into the hard bluestone ground!
His palm strike was like a heavenly blade!

'This is the Gold Investiture Palace, Lingxiao Heaven!'

With a single palm strike, Huang Tian immediately understood.

But I still have many regrets.

because.

'It's not perfect enough, not complete enough!'

To Tie Chong and the others, this move, Lingxiaotian, might seem incredibly powerful, like a god or a demon. However, Huang Tian clearly sensed that the full power of this move had not yet been unleashed.

The figure within that celestial palace was still not clearly discernible.

One day, that god-like figure will reveal Huang Tian's own face.

Use your own heart to control the heart of Heaven.

Then this move will be flawless.

'I need martial arts! More! Endless!!!'

(End of this chapter)