Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

On the third day after the Wanxu Starfield was reorganized

Two unusual phenomena suddenly appeared in the sky above the Qitian Palace.

A dark golden vortex of laws slowly rotated in the starry sky.

Like an eye opening from the void, it carries a quiet yet oppressive aura that overlooks all living beings—

That was the aura of the Crown Prince Emperor Sheng of the Overlord Divine Dynasty, though it was only an avatar.

However, it still contains the law fluctuations of a half-step twentieth-realm God Emperor.

It made the starlight in the entire sky appear slightly dimmer.

The other was a dark green rift of law, like a torn wound.

Ancient, almost primitive curse patterns flowed along the edges—

That was another aura, also at the peak of the nineteenth realm.

The laws are intertwined with a fundamental principle that Chen Xing had never seen before.

Like a will that has crawled out of an ancient tomb, carrying the scent of decay and death.

Two strange phenomena appeared simultaneously above the Qitian Palace.

The entire starry sky was illuminated in shades of dark gold and deep green.

It's like two different skies vying for the same sky.

Potian stood in the center of the Qitian Palace plaza, holding the dragon-patterned staff in his hand.

He squinted at the sky: "The visitors are up to no good."

The old ox stood beside him, lightning crackling and gathering on its horns.

"Both of them came together? That's quite a show of force. One's a prince, the other's from an ancient clan—did they plan this out to cause trouble?"

Po Tian grinned: "Disrupt the event? They've picked the wrong place."

A figure slowly descended from within the dark golden vortex.

He was a young man dressed in a dark gold prince's robe, with handsome yet cold and hard features.

His brows held a calmness as if all things under heaven were on a chessboard—Emperor Saint.

Although his form was only an avatar

Yet it still exudes an oppressive aura that is impossible to look directly at, like a king standing atop a mountain overlooking the valley below.

His voice was not loud when he spoke.

However, this caused the entire defensive formation of the Qitian Palace to simultaneously light up at its highest alert level.

Layers of light curtains appeared in the void, like a swarm of bees startled:

"Lord Qitian, I have come to see you in person to give you face."

The god-slaying spear in your hand shouldn't have remained with you for too long.

From another dark green crack, a figure silently emerged.

It was a man draped in a dark green ancient robe, his face pale as if he had been buried underground for a thousand years.

His pupils were a deep, dark gold, and his body was enveloped in an ancient law that devoured life force.

The air around him carried a musty smell, like the stench of rotting dead wood.

He didn't look at Chen Xing, but at Di Sheng.

His voice was hoarse, like the grinding of dry bones: "Emperor Saint, you arrived quickly."

Emperor Saint glanced sideways: "Ming Gu, the affairs of this star field have nothing to do with the Mingyuan Ancient Clan."

The voice of the underworld carried an echo as if it came from underground:

"The God-Slaying Spear is an eternal divine weapon, belonging to no one—I only take that spear."

I will not move from any other people or things.

He paused, his dark golden pupils turning towards the direction of the Qitian Palace.

"But if you insist on stopping me, I don't mind moving a few more."

Two figures, two auras of power, landed simultaneously above the Qitian Palace.

The entire square was pressed down as if frozen solid.

The disciples practicing in the square paused simultaneously, some with beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

Some people's knees bent slightly—the pressure of the peak of the nineteenth realm was too much for ordinary cultivators.

It felt like a mountain was pressing down on my shoulders.

Qingya ran out of the side hall and looked up at the two figures in the sky.

A hint of nervousness flickered in her emerald green eyes: "Master..."

The main gate of the Qitian Palace slowly opened after two powerful pressures descended.

Chen Xing walked out of the door, his steps unhurried, like a mountain peak walking in a storm.

He stood on the stone steps in front of the palace gate, looking up at the two figures in the sky.

The Heavenly Eye glowed faintly at that moment, its golden divine light resembling two sharp swords.

It pierced through the dark gold vortex and the dark green crack, shooting straight at the true forms of Emperor Saint and Hades.

His voice was not loud when he spoke.

This caused the disciples in the entire square, who had been trembling slightly under the oppressive aura, to straighten up simultaneously:

"Two of you have come."

One is the crown prince of the Overlord Divine Dynasty, and the other is the direct descendant of the Netherworld Ancient Clan.

He paused.

"But you all came in the same way—standing in my heaven and looking at me."

Did I not teach you that speaking up for others comes at a price?

As his voice faded,

A new aura, blending the laws of wind and vacuum, emanated from his body.

Like a tidal wave surging towards the sky—the dark golden vortex rippled briefly under the impact of the energy.

Like a surface of water ruffled by the wind.

Fine cracks appeared at the edges of the dark green fissure, as if it had been cut by an invisible blade.

That aura contained a hint of sharpness breaking free from its seal—

That was the source of destruction of the God-Slaying Spear, along with the wind element...

The terrifying sense of oppression emanating from the fusion of the Vacuum Laws

Like three torrents merging into one surging wave,

They simultaneously pushed back the two oppressive forces in the sky.

Emperor Sheng's expression underwent an extremely subtle change—

He sensed the depth of the fusion of laws contained within that aura.

It was more than one level higher than he had expected.

He spoke, his voice carrying a hint of caution after a reassessment:

"You have combined wind and vacuum... This is outside the scope of my intelligence."

Minggu's dark golden pupils contracted slightly.

He glanced down at the slightly vibrating curse lines in his palm—

That's a self-warning signal from power when it senses a threat of the same level.

Like a wild beast that has caught the scent of its own kind.

He spoke: "You have merged wind and vacuum... You are stronger than described in the intelligence."

"The intelligence is outdated," Chen Xing's voice came from below.

"You should have updated it before you came."

He took a step forward, not ascending into the sky, but standing on the stone steps—

The illusory image of the true form of the Dharma Heaven and Earth flashed past behind him, though only for a moment.

But the silhouette of that tens of thousands of feet tall golden giant was enough to cause the laws of the entire sky to freeze in an instant.

It was as if time had been paused.

The Emperor Saint's avatar showed a barely perceptible fluctuation the instant that illusory figure flashed by—

The edges of the clone blurred for a moment, as if it were under some kind of pressure.

He spoke, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness for the first time:

"Your growth rate has exceeded my calculations."

Chen Xing stood on the stone steps, looking up at the two figures in the sky.

The voice was calm, yet it carried a weight that seemed to lower the temperature of the entire square.

"You've come here today because you think the Qitian Palace is still the same as before—"

Two strong individuals could easily suppress it.

But you've forgotten that the Myriad Ruins Starfield has already fallen under the control of the Qitian Palace.

"I've forgotten who this star system belonged to before. I've forgotten—"

He paused, "A little over a month ago, I smashed the armor of your Overlord Dynasty's prince."

Emperor Sheng's pupils contracted slightly at that moment.

The shattered armor was one of the magical artifacts he had crafted.

He had never mentioned that matter to anyone else—but Chen Xing brought it up in front of Ming Gu.

It was as if a knife had precisely pierced the wound he was deliberately avoiding.

Ming Gu glanced at Di Sheng, his gaze carrying a meaningful scrutiny.

Chen Xing's voice echoed across the square, as if leaving a mark on everyone's heart:

"What's mine is never something I have to give up. Whoever wants it has to pay with their life."

P.S.: Wishing everyone happiness every day!