"This Emperor wants your tattered Golden Body and this city full of ants to be buried with me!!!"
The Taiyuan Demon Emperor roared at the sky, and countless streaks of golden mist frantically gathered in his mouth.
It finally transformed into a golden torrent that pierced through heaven and earth, crashing down toward the Black-Robed Golden Body and Chang'an City below.
The golden light was like a waterfall, pouring down upon the world.
Wherever it passed, space distorted as if unable to withstand this sharp Qi.
Before the suffocating pressure even reached them, many citizens in the city were already bleeding from their seven orifices and collapsing to the ground.
Such terrifying momentum was enough to strike fear into the hearts of any living being in Chang'an.
Even if that Golden Body could dodge it, how could Chang'an City beneath its feet resist?!
Above Chang'an.
"Is... is this the power of Tower Ascent..."
The expressions of You Wujiang and the others changed drastically.
No matter how strong their resolve or how long ago they had put aside the matter of life and death,
in the face of such absolute power, the trembling from the depths of their Souls could not be suppressed no matter what.
Ants looking at the sky can only feel despair.
"Don't just stand there dazed!"
A sudden shout exploded in everyone's ears.
The Imperial Ancestor's hair and beard bristled as he violently tore the Storage Pouch from his waist.
"Activate the treasures!"
Those were items Jiang Yuechu had casually left behind before her departure.
She had said they were things she had no use for and told the Emperor to distribute them as he saw fit, perhaps to give the Great Tang some life-saving trump cards.
Following the Imperial Ancestor's command,
everyone woke as if from a dream.
Without any hesitation, they performed hand seals one after another, frantically pouring their Spiritual Qi into those Magic Treasures.
Buzz—!!!
In an instant.
Radiant treasure light soared into the sky above Chang'an.
There was a translucent green Jade Ruler that expanded against the wind, transforming into a hundred-zhang Azure Dragon.
There was an ancient and heavy Bronze Bell that hummed and vibrated, sending out layers of sound waves.
There were also unknown Command Flags, Flying Swords, Treasure Seals... a wide variety, numbering no less than dozens.
In the outside world, every one of these Magic Treasures would be a prized possession capable of inciting a bloodbath.
They were all personal items of Denglou Realm experts; even if they were junk Jiang Yuechu didn't care for, to the people of the Great Tang, they were unimaginable Divine Sharp Weapons.
At this moment, they were thrown like worthless bricks, all crashing toward that golden torrent.
Rumble—!!!
A continuous string of explosions detonated over Chang'an.
Multicolored Spiritual Qi collided fiercely with the overbearing golden light.
However,
they only held out for a brief moment.
The Jade Ruler shattered, and the Bronze Bell wailed.
The other Magic Treasures were also scattered in all directions by the devastating golden light.
The gap in their Realm could not, after all, be bridged by a few inanimate objects.
Even with a divine weapon in hand, if the wielder is powerless, it is nothing more than a slightly harder piece of scrap metal.
Watching the unstoppable golden light, a flicker of despair flashed in the Imperial Ancestor's eyes.
"Could it be... that the heavens want to destroy my Great Tang?"
Not far away,
Thirteen Wu watched this scene and let out a soft sigh.
"Sigh..."
The sense of tragic resolve that had been interrupted by the sudden turn of events earlier surged back into his heart.
"Disciple."
Thirteen Wu called out softly, his gaze not turning back as he stared fixedly at the descending golden light.
"Watch closely."
"This move, Master will only teach once."
Having said that,
his Qi began to circulate, and that Mortal World Scroll he had just put away was about to be unfurled once more.
However,
just as he was about to act,
a small, youthful hand suddenly gripped his sleeve tightly.
"Master..."
Wang Ziyu's voice was trembling, filled with a touch of unbelievable shock.
"Don't... don't be in such a hurry to risk your life..."
"Look, what is that?"
Thirteen Wu was slightly stunned.
Following his disciple's gaze,
he saw that the Black-Robed Golden Body suspended in mid-air was now undergoing a bizarre transformation.
Upon that originally solemn and holy Golden Body, billowing black mist had emerged at some point.
The billowing black mist was like a celestial river pouring backward, appearing out of thin air.
Within the black mist, countless hideous demon souls were faintly visible, letting out silent roars.
And beneath that dense, inky color,
there was an extremely eerie blood-red light slowly circulating.
Black as ink.
Red as blood.
Gold as the holy.
Three completely different colors were now strangely and harmoniously interwoven.
The next moment,
Boom—!!!
The Golden Body suddenly soared into the air.
Instead of retreating, it advanced, charging upstream against the Gengjin torrent!
"Crazy?!"
Up in the sky,
the Taiyuan Demon Emperor, now reduced to a Primordial Spirit, watched this scene with eyes full of disbelief.
Was it crazy, or was the world crazy?!
Who in their right mind would charge straight into an opponent's ultimate move?!
Could it be that after staying in Lingshan for so long... the atmosphere outside had changed to this?!
Sizzle, sizzle—!!!
An ear-piercing sound of friction echoed through the clouds.
The Golden Body charged into the light pillar.
When the golden light touched the black mist and red glow, it was actually forced aside.
The Golden Body's fists were tightly clenched.
Punch after punch, it smashed violently against that golden pillar of light.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Every punch that landed was accompanied by the sound of shattering.
Though it was a pillar of light,
at this moment, it seemed to have turned into solid glass.
Countless golden fluids were smashed and splashed in all directions, turning into a sky full of flowing fire.
The Golden Body's figure within that pillar of light appeared to struggle slightly, yet it remained exceptionally firm.
Inch by inch, it moved forward.
It forcibly endured the world-destroying pressure as it approached the Taiyuan Demon Emperor.
"Get the hell down for this Emperor!!!"
The Taiyuan Demon Emperor roared hysterically, his Demonic Qi surging frantically within him.
The pillar of light thickened by another thirty percent.
Clearly... he was now using his full strength.
However,
it was to no avail.
That figure was like a tireless stone pusher.
Closer.
Even closer.
"You..."
The Taiyuan Demon Emperor opened his mouth, about to say something.
The golden-red figure had already broken through the blockade of the golden torrent and arrived right in front of him.
It indifferently reached out a palm.
Slap—!!!
An incredibly crisp sound suddenly exploded in this deathly silent world.
A terrifyingly powerful slap landed squarely on the giant tiger face.
The White Tiger Primordial Spirit, as massive as a mountain, was actually sent spinning a dozen times on the spot by this single slap.
Only then did it barely come to a stop.
"..."
The earth-shaking Gengjin torrent had already vanished without a trace.
Only the giant head, slapped to one side, bore witness to the absurdity of what had just occurred.
The Taiyuan Demon Emperor was dazed for a good while.
He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and ever since his Bloodline Awakening, when had he ever suffered such... such a humiliating disgrace?
"You..."
"You dare slap this Emperor?!"
The deafening roar turned into rolling sound waves that swept in all directions.
The response he received
was another crisp sound.
Slap—
This time, the force was even heavier.
The body of the Primordial Spirit actually faded slightly from the impact of this slap.
The Golden Body Dharma Image slowly retracted its hand, its face—identical to Jiang Yuechu's—still wore that eternally unchanging indifference.
She tilted her head slightly, seemingly a bit puzzled.
"So what?"