Chapter 0126

Chapter 126: Absolute Power, Crushes Zhao Wu Tian!

Endless golden light gathered onto Zhou Tong. In a heartbeat his aura surged to a peak, then drew back and faded to nothing. He now looked almost like an ordinary person. Yet only the sharpest experts could sense the force hidden inside him, a power strong enough to break heaven and earth.

He raised his hand and said: “Thank you, everyone. Leave the rest to me.” With a casual wave, he swept away the bloody haze around them, and people finally breathed easier.

Several Half-Saints smiled bitterly and said: “We cannot fight anymore. From here on, we can only rely on the guest elder.” They drifted down from the sky one by one. Except for the empress, they were spent and had reached their limits.

Zhao Wu Tian stared at Zhou Tong and spoke, calm and at ease: “So this is all.” Even if Zhou Tong had strengthened himself by gathering everyone’s power, he still had not returned to the level of a Saint. If that was true, then Zhao Wu Tian was still untouchable.

He lifted his right hand into a fist, thumb cocked toward himself in a lofty pose, and said: “Your struggle is useless. You cannot beat me.”

The ten blood thralls felt their master’s confidence and grew even more arrogant. One of them flashed forward, reached Zhou Tong in an instant, and turned its palm into a claw as it smashed down toward the crown of his head.

Two blasts thundered through the air. Zhou Tong had already punched. His fist landed squarely. The blood thrall did not even get a chance to resist. Its body swelled like a balloon and exploded.

Everyone froze and stared at the sky. A Half-Saint had been killed in one hit. What a terrifying power. Had he already stepped back into the ranks of the Saints?

Zhao Wu Tian’s face darkened as he snapped: “Go!” The other thralls attacked at once.

Zhou Tong moved. He shot across the battlefield like a gale and rolled forward, whipping up a golden hurricane. The thrall in front was flung away, body twisted, blood pouring from its mouth. It had clearly suffered a heavy blow.

Zhou Tong appeared before two more thralls and struck with heavy blows. With two dull pops, one thrall’s head burst apart, and the other had its torso pierced through and shattered where it stood.

Without a breath of delay, he kicked the first wounded thrall in midair and snapped it in half. At the same time, his hand chopped down like a blade and took the head off the next closest one.

In the blink of an eye, five blood thralls lay dead. These beings were equal to Half-Saints, and not weak ones either. Yet in front of Zhou Tong they were like paper. One touch and they fell to pieces. They were far too fragile.

The five that remained no longer dared to rush him. They kept their distance, then attacked at once. Blood-colored light wove together and blasted out in a terrifying strike. Zhou Tong did not move. He stood and took it head on. The air around him cracked and splintered, lifting a towering fog. That hazy chaos gave off an aura of pure destruction that most could not even bear to look at.

Zhao Wu Tian laughed and said: “Hahaha, got arrogant, did you? Even you cannot walk away unscathed from—” He stopped mid-sentence. An extreme heat surged out, drying the blood mist in an instant.

Zhou Tong called out: “Sixfold World-Breaking Sword, South, Remnant Fire of Myriad Forms!” A Fire Dragon swept through the sky. Heat roared. The flames scorched the remaining thralls, and awful screams tore from their throats.

He stepped out of the haze and said: “Western Sword, Metal’s Purge!” He unleashed his most lethal strike. Under this absolute killing move, four thralls were cut down at once.

The last thrall panicked. Ignoring Zhao Wu Tian’s order, it turned to flee. Zhou Tong took one step, as if reversing time and space, and appeared right in front of it. His aura burst forth and blasted the thrall down like a meteor.

Light flared again as Zhou Tong blinked through the air to block its path. He said, cold and clear: “Go die.” Fear twisted the thrall’s stiff face. A single kick blew it apart.

In fewer than fifty breaths, all ten thralls had fallen. Zhou Tong stood calm, showing the world pure, overwhelming force.

He looked at Zhao Wu Tian and said: “You have watched long enough. Now it’s your turn.”

Zhao Wu Tian sneered and said: “You? Those small toys were only a piece of my power. Do not think you are anything special.” He stared at the youth before him and went on, full of confidence: “Your strength has indeed jumped, but it is still not enough to face—”

Zhou Tong vanished before he could finish.

“So, a sneak attack? Dream on,” Zhao Wu Tian said as he slammed a giant blood-red palm forward. The print covered the sky, but it crushed only a fading afterimage.

“This is impossible!” he gasped. The shock had no time to reach his face. Zhou Tong’s fist had already punched through his abdomen.

Zhao Wu Tian screamed and wrenched himself free, retreating at top speed. [This monster!] He finally understood the difference between them.

He gritted his teeth and shouted: “You can only be proud for a moment! I carry the origin of the Devil Race, and the grand array protects me. It can absorb blood energy to refill my strength and keep making me stronger. But the power you borrowed will not last. When it fades, you will die.”

Zhou Tong smiled lightly and said: “If that is so, then I will break you now.” He lifted his hand and called: “Sixfold World-Breaking Sword!” A black sword formed in his palm.

He thrust it into the air and said: “Earth Sword, Nether Furnace!” The void shuddered as if the gates of Hell opened. Countless skeletons poured out of the cracks, their bones wrapped in black fire as they swarmed around Zhao Wu Tian.

“What is this?” Zhao Wu Tian’s pupils tightened. The skeletons latched on at once. The black flames burned him fiercely. He roared as patches of his skin sloughed off. Then his flesh collapsed, and even his origin suffered wounds. This black fire was pure Nether energy, a force that counters life itself. Not even the Devil Race’s vitality could stand against it.

He erupted with power to cut the skeletons down. But new flesh sprouted on those bones. Familiar faces came into view, reflected in Zhao Wu Tian’s eyes like lightning striking his mind. They were all members of the Heavenly Dao Manor.

“Lord of the Manor, save us, please!” they cried.

While he hesitated, the not-quite-living figures tore easily into his body. Blood streamed down.

Zhao Wu Tian’s face twisted as he howled, a sound filled with pain and fury.

Zhou Tong lifted his sword and shouted: “Heavenly Sword, Cleave in Two!” A terrifying sword force exploded. His strongest strike swept out and erased everything in front of him. Nothing remained.