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Chapter 696 The Resurrection of the Eastern King
That one-armed quasi-saint was truly intent on killing!
He showed no mercy in this attack, his terrifying quasi-saint level power driving the Xuanming Law, determined to freeze this arrogant white-robed youth, along with his primordial spirit, into dust!
Wherever the terrifying cold wave passed, even space itself was frozen, making a "crackling" sound.
On the plaza, the ground paved with golden divine jade was instantly covered with a thick layer of mysterious ice that emitted a ghostly blue light.
Seeing this, Bixiao's face revealed a hint of schadenfreude.
"Hmph, serves him right!"
"Don't you even know where you are? How dare you be so arrogant?"
In her opinion, the young man in white was doomed.
Fairy Yunxiao frowned slightly, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.
Although the young man did act somewhat recklessly, his crime did not warrant death.
This Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace is far too ruthless.
The Holy Mother of Wudang and the True Man of Yuding narrowed their eyes and stared intently at the young man in white.
They all sensed something unusual about this seemingly ordinary young man.
Too calm.
It was eerily calm.
Faced with a full-force attack from a quasi-saint, he didn't even turn his head.
This is not normal at all!
Yang Jian's heart was in his throat.
He stared wide-eyed, not blinking.
He couldn't figure it out.
Where does this young man in white get his confidence from?
Could it be that he has some hidden trump card to save his life?
Or is he really just a mentally unstable lunatic?
Just then, the terrifying cold current, powerful enough to destroy everything, was about to strike the white-robed youth on the back.
Everyone held their breath.
However, the young man in white remained unmoved.
His steps didn't even falter for the slightest.
He continued walking step by step toward the dragon-headed cane.
It was as if the earth-shattering attack behind him was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.
Ignore!
Blatant disregard!
"Arrogant!"
The one-armed quasi-saint was so angry that his facial features twisted in rage.
He vowed to make that kid die a horrible death!
close!
Closer!
The chilling current was less than three feet away from the white-clad youth's back!
The terrifying chill made his thin white clothes flutter wildly in the wind.
Just when everyone thought that this arrogant young man was about to die on the spot,
He finally made a move.
He didn't turn around.
They did not use any magical artifacts.
As he continued walking forward, he casually waved his hand behind him, seemingly somewhat impatiently.
The movement was so casual, as if shooing away an annoying fly.
The hand was ordinary, fair and slender, with nothing particularly remarkable about it.
However, it was this very hand that made such a casual wave.
next second.
A scene that would be unforgettable for all the Great Immortals and Quasi-Saints present unfolded.
That terrifying cold current, unleashed in anger by the Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace, was enough to freeze thousands of miles away.
The instant I touched that hand.
There was no earth-shattering noise.
It did not unleash any violent energy storms.
It vanished without a sound.
Yes, it has dissipated.
It's like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.
It was as if a phantom had encountered reality.
From beginning to end, not even a ripple was stirred.
Just like that, it vanished into thin air, completely and utterly.
The entire square fell into a deathly silence once again.
The same word was written all over everyone's face.
sluggish.
The cruel smile on the face of the one-armed Quasi-Saint from the Northern Underworld Palace was still frozen at the corner of his mouth.
But his eyes had changed from anger to confusion.
Then, from bewilderment, it turned into extreme terror!
"No...impossible!"
He screamed.
He couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes.
How could my all-out attack just vanish like that?
However, this is only the beginning.
In that very instant when his mind went blank...
An indescribable, vast, majestic, and supremely terrifying power descended upon him in an instant!
That power is invisible and intangible, yet it is omnipresent!
"Thump!"
That arrogant Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace couldn't even put up a single act of resistance.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, completely out of control!
At this moment, the quasi-saint power within him and the Xuanming Law he had comprehended seemed to have become a joke!
They were suppressed by that supreme power and couldn't even move!
"puff!"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden holy blood, his face instantly turning ashen white.
A dignified Quasi-Saint was actually forced to kneel on the ground by an invisible force!
This scene was even more shocking to everyone present than the creation of the world by Pangu!
Yang Jian's mouth was wide open, almost big enough to fit a fist.
He felt that his brain was completely inadequate.
What did I see?
A celestial being waved his hand, and a quasi-saint knelt down?
Is this fucking a dream?
Even my lawless master Niu Ben, when he was at the Celestial Immortal realm, couldn't have done something this outrageous, right?
Bixiao's usually chattering little mouth was now tightly shut, her eyes filled with nothing but endless horror.
Master Yu Ding's hand, holding the Zhan Chen sword, trembled slightly.
Ananda's face, which always wore a fake smile, was now deathly pale, and cold sweat streamed down his bald head.
Even the Holy Mother Wudang, the senior sister of the Jie Sect who always presented a cold demeanor, could no longer maintain her composure at this moment.
She stared intently at the white-clad figure who was still walking forward at a leisurely pace, and a ridiculous legend she had read in an ancient book suddenly flashed through her mind.
A thought that even she herself found impossible.
While everyone was still immersed in endless shock.
The young man in white had already walked up to the Nine Dragon Throne.
He finally stopped.
He reached out and gently grasped the dragon-headed cane that exuded supreme majesty.
The instant he grasped the dragon-headed cane.
"Buzz!"
The entire Central Immortal Palace and the entire Purple Mansion Immortal Court trembled violently!
An aura of monarchy, infinitely more vast and noble than before, suddenly erupted from the white-robed youth!
That aura merged perfectly with the dragon-headed staff, becoming one with it!
He is the owner of this cane!
He is the king of this celestial court!
"This aura... this domineering law..."
The body of the Holy Mother of Wudang trembled slightly, and her voice also carried a hint of disbelief.
"It's him!"
"Dong Wang Gong!"
"He's back!"
The words fell.
The young man in white, holding a dragon-headed cane, slowly turned around.
His face remained expressionless.
But his eyes were no longer empty and ordinary.
Those were the eyes of an emperor, containing the vicissitudes of eternity and the cycle of the sun and moon!
He looked at the so-called great powers in the square who were already terrified.
He spoke slowly in an ancient and hoarse voice.
"I have returned."
These five words, seemingly ordinary, were like bolts of chaotic divine thunder, exploding deep within the primordial spirit of everyone in the square!
Dongwanggong!
Wasn't he already dead?
Even the primordial spirit has been completely annihilated?
How is that possible!
How could he still be alive!
Yang Jian's mind went blank.
He stared intently at the white-clad youth holding the dragon-headed cane, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest.
This aura, this domineering power, is something that no celestial being, or even a quasi-saint, could possess!
This is an imperial law that transcends all living beings and holds the power over heaven and earth!
He really is the Eastern King Duke!
"Playing tricks!"
Bixiao's scream shattered the deathly silence.
Her face was deathly pale, but her eyes held even more anger and disbelief.
"The Eastern King Duke is long dead! Who do you think you are, daring to impersonate him!"
"Impersonation?"
For the first time, a hint of humanity appeared on the face of the Eastern King.
It was a subtle mockery, looking down on ants.
"An ignorant junior."
"When I fall, none of you will even have been born yet."
He gently stroked the dragon-headed cane in his hand, a hint of reminiscence and emotion in his eyes.
"Back then, if it weren't for those two bastard birds, Di Jun and Tai Yi, colluding with those barbarians of the Wu Clan to launch a sneak attack on me from within and without, I would have been saved."
"How could this primordial world be like that?"
His voice turned icy, and an endless resentment and killing intent emanated from him, causing the temperature in the entire Central Immortal Palace to drop suddenly!
"But that's all in the past now."
He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over everyone present as if he were surveying his own garden.
The Holy Mother of Wudang, the True Man of Jade Cauldron, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, Ananda, the Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace...
Finally, his gaze fell on Yang Jian.
"I must thank you all."
"If you hadn't broken the seal I laid down back then and awakened me..."
"I don't know how long I will be asleep."
"In recognition of your efforts..."
The Eastern King slowly parted his lips, revealing a chilling smile.
"I have decided to bestow upon you this honor."
"To become the nourishment for my return to my peak!"
nourishment!
These two words instantly turned everyone's faces extremely ugly!
"What do you mean?!"
The quasi-saint of the Northern Underworld Palace, still kneeling on the ground, roared in shock and anger.
"mean?"
The Eastern King laughed.
"It's very simple."
"None of you will leave today."
"Your flesh and blood, your primordial spirit, your magical power will all be transformed into my power!"
He raised his head and glanced at the seemingly ordinary void above the celestial palace, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
"Aren't you guys being strange?"
"Why has such a commotion occurred, yet the sage behind you hasn't reacted at all?"
The hearts of the Holy Mother of Wudang and the Immortal of Yuding sank suddenly!
They had already noticed something was wrong!
From the moment they entered this Purple Mansion Immortal Court, they felt that the mysterious connection between themselves and their sect had been severed!
"Because the entire Purple Mansion Celestial Court has had its heavenly secrets concealed by my supreme array!"
The voice of the Eastern King was filled with arrogance.
"Even the divine sense of a sage cannot penetrate this place!"
"Even if I kill you all and grind your bones to dust."
"Your master will only assume that you've disappeared in some secret realm!"
boom!
This news is even more despairing than the resurrection of the Eastern King!
Sages are their greatest reliance!
But now, that support is gone!
Here, they are nothing but lambs to the slaughter!
"Hahaha! So what if he's a disciple of a sage?"
"You will all die today!"
The Eastern King laughed wildly, and the entire celestial palace trembled violently at his laughter!
despair!
An endless despair enveloped everyone's heart.
Ananda's face, which always wore a compassionate smile, was now deathly pale.
He knew he had met his match.
It wasn't that I kicked the Chaos Divine Iron!
If we don't fight with all our might, this old monster will really eat us up as a snack!
He turned his head sharply and looked at the Holy Mother of Wudang beside him, whose expression was equally solemn.
"Fellow Daoist Wudang!"
Ananda's voice carried an unprecedented urgency.
"This ancient demon is incredibly ferocious!"
"We are now like fish in a barrel!"
"If we don't join forces, we will all perish here today!"
Ananda's words were like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the dark cloud of despair in everyone's hearts.
Join forces!
Correct!
Only by joining forces can we have a chance to survive!
The Holy Mother of Wudang took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
She glanced at Yunxiao, Bixiao, and Qiongxiao beside her, and then at Yuding Zhenren and Yang Jian not far away.
Finally, her gaze fell on Ananda.
"good!"
The single word that came out of her mouth was firm and powerful.
"Let's join forces today!"
"Slay this demon first, then we'll talk about everything else!"
At this critical juncture of life and death, the debate between the Chan and Jie schools, and the grudges between the Xuanmen and Western religions, all become insignificant.
Survival is the most important thing!
"good!"
Master Yuding flicked his whisk and walked to the side of the Holy Mother Wudang, making his stance clear.
"Senior sister, count me in!"
"This humble Daoist's sword, the Dust-Slaying Sword, will today slay this ancient demon!"
A glimmer of hope rekindled in the eyes of the kneeling Quasi-Saint of the Northern Underworld Palace.
He struggled to stand up, but found himself still being suppressed by that invisible force.
"Hmph, a bunch of ants gathered together, plotting how to shake a giant tree."
The Eastern King looked at them, his mockery deepening.
"How ridiculous."
"In my eyes, what difference is there between you and one, or a whole group?"
He slowly raised the dragon-headed cane in his hand, the ferocious dragon head on the cane pointing at the crowd.
A terrifying killing intent, powerful enough to freeze one's very soul, instantly locked onto everyone present!
"Let's do it!"
The Holy Mother of Wudang shouted sharply, no longer hesitating!
She was the first to make a move!
A celestial sword radiating endless sharpness flew out from her sleeve, transforming into a stunning rainbow that pierced straight at the Eastern King Duke's brow!
"Junior sister, set up the formation!"
Yunxiao gave a sharp shout to Bixiao and Qiongxiao.
"Okay!"
Bixiao had been unable to contain herself for a long time!
She unleashed the Golden Dragon Scissors, whose two blades, transformed from ancient divine dragons, emitted a deafening dragon roar in the air as they slashed towards the Eastern King's waist!