The Whirlwind of Annihilation Descends

Emperor Fusha was handsome, with a towering, noble physique. The Emperor Liutong was ugly beyond compare, his body covered in thick, greenish hide with bulges all over. Atop one of these bulges sat a single vertical eye, radiating an aura of endless, sinister charm. A weaker True God or True Immortal might be captivated by that baleful eye with just a single glance.

“Follow me. Be wary of Darknorth and Kuafu. Especially Darknorth; his sword is extremely dangerous,” Emperor Fusha ordered.

“Yes.”

Eight figures shot forward to engage.

High in the sky, Ji Ning soared atop his nine-horned lightning serpent. He swept a glance below, his greatest worry being the Buddha Tathagata. He knew from Kong Xiu that the Buddha was currently under siege by two ‘Leader’-level major powers! And these two Leader-level entities had never been seen before.

A Leader-level major power was likely an Elder God. These beings had come from the endless chaos; Ji Ning had no way to predict what methods these chaos aliens would use. Given enough time, it was very possible the Buddha Tathagata would be killed!

The Seamless Gate had allied with the Primordial Ruins, gaining these two Leader-level powers…

Nuwa’s camp could no longer afford any losses!

“Scram.” Ji Ning pointed into the distance.

Instantly, the surrounding heavens and earth were filled with descending, resplendent bolts of seven-colored sword-light. Countless strands of this light spun together, coalescing into nine gigantic seven-colored divine swords. Like bolts of lightning, they crashed down toward Emperor Fusha and the other eight True God Daofathers. The scene shook even the mighty powers present.

The third stance of the Seven Strokes of the Sword-World — [Heaven's Sword Descends]!

“Boom!” A layer of black light materialized around Emperor Fusha and the other eight, weakening the seven-colored divine swords. They managed to block Ji Ning’s assault.

“Darknorth, these aliens from the Primordial Ruins have learned some powerful joint-art. Be careful.” Yu Ding’s distant voice transmitted anxiously.

“Everyone be careful. We only need to tie down this Darknorth.” Emperor Fusha and his companions had been thoroughly shaken. They hadn’t even engaged in close combat with Ji Ning yet, and a single attack channeling the seven-colored sword-light had such power. Fortunately, they had received teachings from the Great Demon God Cixiu, allowing them to link their strength.

“This Darknorth Sword Immortal is far too arrogant. He came alone to face us. If he had joined forces with Kuafu, we might have had more trouble,” Emperor Liutong sneered coldly. “But with the formation our master taught us? Hah, this Darknorth Sword Immortal can’t do a thing to us.”

Whoosh.

Ji Ning halted in midair, frowning at the eight aliens before him.

Time was precious!

He urgently needed to support Fuxi and save Tathagata! With his Lightning-Serpent Teleportation, he could easily bypass these foes and rush there. But that would leave Yu Ding and the others trapped. If he delayed too long, they might even die here. Since that was the case, he might as well spend a little effort.

“Die.” Ji Ning transformed into a streak of light, charging straight in.

“He didn’t call Kuafu and the others out?” Emperor Liutong and Emperor Fusha were stunned. “This Ji Ning is truly underestimating us. He’s only formidable because of his Sword Force. He hasn’t even reached the Elder God level.”

Swish! Swish!

Two arms suddenly expanded, shooting out a thousand zhang in length. At the very tips of his fingers, seven-colored sword-light gleamed.

“Fall.” The sinister vertical eye on Emperor Liutong stared at Ji Ning, unleashing an invisible force to assault his soul.

Ji Ning stared back coldly at these alien creatures, completely unaffected. His truesoul had been gestated within his ‘half-step Elder God’ divine body; the strength of his truesoul ranked among the top three in all the Three Realms! His Heartforce was at the third level. And he had even learned the ‘Heart-Seal Truesoul’ technique from World God Northrest. How could this innate baleful eye art shake him? Even if it were a hundred times stronger, it could not budge Ji Ning.

His two enlarged arms stabbed forward like twin spears!

Squelch! Squelch!

The layers of black light surrounding Emperor Fusha, Emperor Liutong, and the other eight were pierced straight through by Ji Ning's palms. Emperor Fusha could feel Ji Ning’s hand still far away, yet the protective black light before them had already been torn open. The speed was too fast — far beyond the speed of light.

From his masterwork, the Brightmoon Sword-Art, which incorporated the essence of countless sword techniques, he had used its most terrifying penetration-focused stance — the [Blood Drop Stance].

With his half-step Elder God divine power powering this even more fearsome sword-stance, his might had already become a peak in the Three Realms! Although his hands had only reached the fifth cycle of the Starseizing Hand, it was more than enough to handle these Primordial Ruins aliens.

“How is this possible!”

“No!”

Emperor Fusha, Emperor Liutong, and all eight True God Daofathers were utterly stunned. Their first instinct was to flee!

They instinctively wanted to escape!

“Whoosh!”

The two massive palms that had broken the formation came together like brass cymbals, clapping shut!

Like two vast, dark clouds merging, they crushed inward. All eight True God Daofathers screamed in terror, desperately trying to escape. But how could their escape speed match the speed of Ji Ning’s palms?

“BOOM!!!”

The two enormous palms clapped together in midair, slamming into one another.

All eight True God Daofathers were reduced to ash, their truesouls extinguished.

“T-this…” In the distance, Yu Ding and the other seven True God Daofathers of the Daoist sect were dumbfounded.

They had battled these aliens for so long. They knew all too well how tenacious and formidable that formation was. They had been completely unable to break it. Yet Ji Ning had shattered that same formation with nothing but his bare hands, killing eight True God Daofathers in one motion! Including Emperor Fusha and the troublesome Emperor Liutong.

“Run!”

“Quick, run!”

“He’s at the Leader-level!”

“He’s an Elder God!”

“Flee!”

The other eight alien True God Daofathers who had been harassing Yu Ding’s group were utterly terrified. Emperor Quietdark and the Eastern Emperor had lost all their usual composure; only terror remained.

“Run?” Ji Ning, who had just annihilated eight True God Daofathers, turned his gaze toward them. With a whoosh, he transformed into a black lightning serpent, chasing after them.

“Split up!”

“Separate!”

Without a shred of hesitation, the remaining eight dared not even think of using their formation for defense. They dispersed, fleeing in all directions. The formation naturally collapsed.

Whoosh.

Ji Ning stopped, hovering in midair, watching as the eight True God Daofathers fled in all directions.

“Rise.” Ji Ning pointed toward the heavens.

The world went dark. Countless strands of seven-colored sword-light appeared in the vast skies, turning the entire space into a world of seven-colored blades. The scattering Emperor Quietdark and the others wore expressions of sheer terror. Especially Emperor Quietdark — the last time he had sent his nine spirit-beasts to assassinate Ji Ning, they had all died to this very technique.

The resplendent seven-colored sword-light bloomed like a flower bud, exploding outward in every direction.

Beautiful. Dazzling.

Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!…

Under this deadly technique — [Sword-Flower Bloom] — six of the eight alien Daofathers were instantly killed. The Eastern Emperor held on for a single breath, but a cascade of sword-light blasted him until he, too, turned to ash. Only Emperor Quietdark, with his formidable defenses, survived, though heavily wounded.

“Pfft.”

A black serpent of lightning flickered.

Emperor Quietdark’s head flew from his shoulders, a trace of relief still lingering in his eyes.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

All sixteen alien True God Daofathers were dead! In the distance, Yu Ding, Red Essence, Tortoise Sacred Mother, and the other True God Daofathers stared blankly. Sixteen True God Daofathers, all dead within a few short moments. A one-sided massacre. There was only one possibility for this kind of power…

“Leader-level?” the old man Red Essence murmured.

The other six Daofathers snapped to attention.

Leader?

They looked at the white-robed youth hovering in the distance. This seemingly ordinary young man… was he at the Leader-level?

“Darknorth Sword Immortal… has he reached that level?” Yu Ding still couldn’t believe it. None of the seven could believe it.

In their minds, Ji Ning was an exceptionally talented, love-stricken man. They had even felt some sympathy for him. They knew his history, knew his wife Yu Wei was a Seamless Gate spy, knew that during the Crimsonbright Realm war, Yu Wei’s betrayal had nearly cost them the battle.

And everyone in the Three Realms remembered that day at the Jilu World battlefield, when the Blackclothed Godking had personally crushed Yu Wei’s truesoul. No one could forget Ji Ning’s agonized, grief-stricken roar…

In their hearts, the most they would ever think was: “A pitiful soul. A genius. Pity the great tribulation has already come.”

Many, including many major powers, thought this.

Even Ji Ning’s own master, Bodhi, had secretly lamented. It was a pity Ji Ning was born too late. If only he had been born a few years earlier, he might have had hope of reaching Houyi’s level.

A pitiful soul. A pity.

When facing Ji Ning, many major powers carried this mixture of pity and sympathy.