After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Chapter 243 The Sage Cuts Off His Wrist, Surrounding and Killing All the Sages

In the primordial east, amidst countless mountains and valleys.

The gray-brown axe light that cleaved out of the void rift had no earth-shattering explosion, only an extreme stillness.

Quick! We're almost at an incredible peak!

Above the clouds, the face of the Taoist Zhunti, which was originally filled with fanaticism and greed, twisted into extreme horror the moment the axe light appeared.

He is a sage of the Heavenly Way, whose thoughts can reach all the heavens, and whose reactions are incredibly swift.

Sensing the overwhelming killing intent that could split the rules of Heaven in two, Zhunti felt his scalp tingle and tried to pull back the golden Buddha hand that was reaching for Shen Gongbao.

However, it was too late.

The power contained within Pangu's Axe is not merely pure destruction, but also absolute temporal and spatial locking. With a single axe strike, cause and effect are predetermined.

The gray-brown axe blades, like an inverted galaxy, slashed down upon the enormous golden hand that blotted out the sky.

scoff!

The axe's edge sliced ​​through water and decay with ease, cutting through everything in a single stroke. The dazzling Bodhi light that filled the sky was cleaved in two by this ultimate, world-creating force.

"Pfft!"

A sickeningly sharp sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed through the deathly silence.

Followed by.

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from Zhunti's mouth above the clouds.

Blood rained down from the sky!

The right hand of the Sage Zhunti, which had reached out from the clouds, was severed at the wrist by that axe light!

The massive, golden Buddha hand, now broken and without magical support, plummeted from a height of tens of thousands of feet, like a collapsing golden mountain.

Rumble!!!

The severed palm slammed into the Hundred Thousand Mountains below.

The earth trembled, and the mountains within a radius of thousands of miles were shattered by the heavy, severed hand of the saint. Countless birds and beasts turned into minced meat, and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun.

And the golden holy blood that gushed from Zhunti's severed wrist spilled down.

The blood of a sage contains boundless power, but also carries the ultimate destruction and karma.

"Damn it!"

Zhunti Daoist clutched his bleeding severed wrist, his figure retreating backward on the clouds for tens of thousands of miles.

He stared at his bare right arm, his face contorted with undisguised horror and disbelief.

What terrified him even more was that a layer of grayish-brown killing intent clung to the wound on his severed wrist.

This murderous aura was like a persistent carbuncle, destroying his saintly essence.

No matter how much he mobilized the power of the Heavenly Dao, he was unable to heal the wound in a short time, let alone regenerate the severed limb!

"Junior brother!"

The guide standing to the side also changed his expression drastically. He never expected that the hunt, which he had just been confident of winning, would turn into a tragedy in which his wrist was severed in front of him.

Jieyin dared not hesitate for a moment. With a wave of his sleeve, a twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit flew out, showering down layers of auspicious Buddhist light, protecting the heavily injured and retreating Zhunti within it.

Below, Shen Gongbao, who was lying in the mud and thought he was going to die, looked at the golden severed hand that had smashed into the distant mountains.

Shen Gongbao swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with mud and water, and his cunning eyes burst with unprecedented ecstasy and relief at surviving a disaster.

"General! It's the General who's made a move!"

Shen Gongbao let out a strange cry and leaped out of the mud pit.

At this moment, his awe and unwavering devotion to the commander of Jiepai Pass reached their peak.

Above the sky, the rift that tore through the void did not close; instead, it grew larger and larger.

A fierce wind surged from the depths of the crack, and a pair of dark boots stepped out of the void and onto the void of the primordial world.

Xiao Wuji was dressed in spotless white clothes, his full head of black hair dancing wildly in the wind.

He stepped out of the spatial rift, carrying the ancient giant axe still bearing faint traces of blood in his right hand.

His mere presence standing between heaven and earth seemed to make him the absolute ruler of this world, causing the surrounding laws of the Great Dao to cease their flow.

What made the two Western Saints even more suffocated was the lineup that followed closely behind Xiao Wuji.

On the left, Yunxiao, clad in a black imperial robe and wearing a flat-topped crown, held a judge's pen that gleamed with a sharp light. He was the sub-ruler of the Netherworld's underground passage.

The holy might swept outwards.

On the right, Zhen Yuanzi wears a purple-gold crown and holds the Earth Book. The heavy earth energy of the City God of the world echoes the earth veins of the nine provinces, suppressing all ages.

Behind Xiao Wuji, the Styx Ancestor's blood-red robe billowed as he wielded the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords.

This newly crowned Lord of Hell had an extremely bloodthirsty and arrogant glint in his eyes as he stared at the two Western Saints in the distance, as if they were two fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Three peak Quasi-Saints surrounded Xiao Wuji!

When this terrifying force, capable of sweeping across the primordial world, appeared, the air pressure between heaven and earth dropped to an absolute freezing point.

Xiao Wuji shattered the void with one foot, his figure like an ancient god emperor surveying the heavens and earth, standing proudly above the clouds.

He lowered his head, his deep and cold gaze looking down at the several Heavenly Saints in this world.

At the very bottom of your field of vision.

In the village shrouded in dark purple thunderclouds of divine punishment.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was like a human shield, being scorched and tattered by the dense purple lightning and chaotic karmic fire.

Although he was supporting the heavenly punishment, the commotion in the sky could not escape his perception.

When they saw Zhunti's wrist severed by an axe, and saw Xiao Wuji leading the three sub-saints out into the sky...

Yuanshi Tianzun's eye twitched, and his already extremely aggrieved old face turned even more ashen.

Raising his gaze, Xiao Wuji's eyes locked onto the two Western Saints, who were filled with fear and dread, high in the clouds in the distance.

Zhunti Daoist hid in the Buddha's light from the Golden Lotus of Merit, his left hand covering his broken right wrist.

His gaze toward Xiao Wuji was filled with resentment, yet it also concealed a fear that even he himself was unwilling to acknowledge.

The guide, however, had a grim face and held a vajra pestle, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Hunter and prey.

Dominator and ant.

The hierarchy of status was completely reversed the moment Xiao Wuji stepped out with his axe.

In the past, the Heavenly Sage was high above, regarding all living beings as pawns, and scheming to control the life and death of the Jie Sect.

Now, Xiao Wuji, with his unparalleled combat prowess in both the Earthly and Human Paths, has trapped this group of unapproachable saints in mid-air in this desolate wilderness, like a caged beast!

"Why are you all so quiet now? Where did your two senior masters go, with all that air of authority about to convert those under my command?"

Looking at the two Western Saints who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, Xiao Wuji curled up a domineering and nonchalant sneer.

He twisted his wrist.

He slammed the incomparably heavy Pangu axe, powerful enough to split the heavens and the earth, onto his shoulder.

This action was rough, unrestrained, and exuded an absolute contempt for everything in the world.

"They attacked my Jiepai Pass first, and then injured my disciples."

Standing on the cloud, Xiao Wuji's gaze was like a sharp blade, scraping against the faces of Zhunti and Jieyin, his voice revealing an undeniable iron-blooded domineering aura.

"Now, while I was away, they actually tried to steal my people right under my nose."

The murderous intent in Xiao Wuji's eyes exploded.

"Gentlemen, with both old and new grudges combined, shouldn't we settle this score properly today?"

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