Martial God Asura

Chapter 6417: Heaven’s Will?

Faced with Xiahou Jue’s look of disdain, the injured Eighth Zhao laughed.

“Brother, there’s no need to go this far. There isn’t a grudge between us in the first place. I attacked you because I’m acquainted with Chu Feng and wanted to lend him a helping hand, but I don’t plan on throwing my life away for that.

“Our Zhao Immortal Clan has been around for a long time, and we know many secret places in the world of cultivation. I dare say the remnants we know about number no less than what you see in the Immemorial Cemetery. Since the Netherworld Sect is this powerful, why don’t we join forces to acquire those fortuitous encounters?” Eighth Zhao proposed.

“You’re begging me to let you all off?” Xiahou Jue narrowed his eyes.

He was surprised that Eighth Zhao would resort to this.

“No, I’m just asking you to let me off. You can deal with Chu Feng however you want,” Eighth Zhao said.

“I was tasked to kill anyone who steps into this land. You have brought many of your clansmen here; I cannot spare all of them. If you’re interested in surviving and working with me, you’ll have to give up on some of them.

“Our Netherworld Sect is stronger than you can imagine. Losing those burdens may be a good thing for you. I’ll recommend you to Lord Xukong, so that you can become a subsidiary of our Netherworld Sect,” Xiahou Jue said.

He knew better than to underestimate Eighth Zhao despite the latter being weaker. The long history of Ancient Era’s clans allowed them to accumulate countless years of intelligence and wealth, such that they were bound to be an asset to the Netherworld Sect.

Not to mention Eighth Zhao could raise his cultivation to rank five Heavenly God level. Recruiting someone this strong into the Netherworld Sect was bound to be a huge merit for him.

“Just sparing the elites is enough,” Eighth Zhao said.

“I can allow twenty people at most,” Xiahou Jue replied.

“I don’t need twenty people. Ten is enough.”

Xiahou Jue laughed. “Good.”

Eighth Zhao suddenly morphed into a streak of light and appeared behind Xiahou Jue.

“Good your head!”

He hacked his God Armament down on Xiahou Jue’s head. His golden aura was blazing with incredible fervor, and it translated into a massive boost in his fighting prowess.

Xiahou Jue activated his secret skill to dodge the attack right away, but blood still splattered. Eighth Zhao had hacked off his arm.

“How dare you deceive me!” Xiahou Jue quickly distanced himself from Eighth Zhao while roaring in anger.

“Yes, I deceived you. What about it?” Eighth Zhao scoffed as he unleashed several golden blades at Xiahou Jue, not giving the latter a chance to catch a breather. At the same time, he shouted to Chu Feng, “Young friend Chu Feng, leave this man from the Netherworld Sect to me. Please take care of Zhuyin if I fail to survive this ordeal.”

Eighth Zhao’s golden aura blazed with greater fury, and his attacks became more aggressive.

Chu Feng and the others only saw golden ripples everywhere as the world shook around them.

“Elder, there’s no need to put your life on the line here,” Chu Feng exclaimed. He could tell Eighth Zhao had ignited his bloodline to gain a temporary boost in fighting prowess.

“Hahaha! Humans are bound to die one day. Rather than be trapped in the Immemorial Cemetery and die a dog’s death, I’d rather stake my life in exchange for my clansmen’s safety. Even if I die, I’ll die a hero!” Eighth Zhao laughed heartily, showing no fear of death.

“You want to save your Zhao Immortal Clan? You’ll have to kill me first! Otherwise, I’ll make your Zhao Immortal Clan suffer a fate worse than death!”

Xiahou Jue’s killing intent flared as he unleashed a series of killing blows against Eighth Zhao.

Red and golden auras suffused the tombstone realm. Even space itself was being devastated by their clashes, let alone the ground. It was fortunate the tombstone realm was sturdy enough to withstand their might, or else it would have long collapsed.

“He’s igniting his life force,” the new king told Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was nowhere strong enough to watch the battle; he could only feel the shockwaves. His eyes brimmed with hesitation.

Eighth Zhao was still holding his ground for the time being, but he would lose his life at this rate. He had to end this battle quickly.

But Xiahou Jue was extremely powerful. Despite Eighth Zhao’s relentless attacks, he couldn’t claim the upper hand in the battle. They were equally matched.

Xiahou Jue was also using a secret skill that was likely to burden his body, but it was not so severe as to cost him his life.

In a battle of attrition, Eighth Zhao would die.

Weng!

The red and golden auras were suddenly severed.

A humongous sword descended from the sky and pierced into the bubbling lava below. Even so, the other half of the sword still towered above them.

A resonant, feminine voice echoed from the sky, “The Zhao Immortal Clan’s Clan Chief is noble indeed, but as long as our Heavensword Sacred Palace is here, there’s no need to fear a mere Netherworld Sect!”

Countless figures floated in the sky as if celestial soldiers. They were all from the Heavensword Sacred Palace.

Aside from Tianjian Canhua, Chu Feng also spotted a dark-skinned man and a white-haired, blindfolded man—Tuoba Yijian and Tuoba Tianxue.

But Chu Feng’s attention was quickly drawn to the Heavensword Sacred Palace’s formation. Their clansmen were divided into two groups.

The group behind had formed hand seals, and their bodies were emanating a faint, divine light. The light gave off the same aura as the humongous sword that had descended from the sky.

The group in front consisted of nineteen old women. Eighteen of them were at rank four Heavenly God level, and their leader even exuded an aura on par with Eighth Zhao and Xiahou Jue—rank five Heavenly God level.

She was the Heavensword Sacred Palace’s Palace Master, as well as the person who had spoken earlier.

“The Heavensword Sacred Palace? What a timely arrival! Heaven must have decreed that I’m not fated to meet my end here!” Eighth Zhao laughed heartily as he sat in mid-air.

His golden aura receded, and his cultivation returned to rank four Heavenly God level.

But that was not all.

His black hair turned white, and his muscular body visibly slimmed down as it was no longer able to fill up his shirt. Wrinkles also appeared on his face. He had aged years in just an instant.

No one was surprised, as Eighth Zhao had ignited his life force earlier to fight Xiahou Jue.

“Don’t thank heaven. Thank Chu Feng instead. We rushed here because Chu Feng needed help,” the Heavensword Sacred Palace’s Palace Master replied as she flashed an amicable smile to Chu Feng.

All of a sudden, she flitted in front of Eighth Zhao.

Xiahou Jue had launched an abrupt attack on Eighth Zhao.

She swung her silver God Armament sword to deflect Xiahou Jue’s attack. The two weapons clashed. Xiahou Jue was forced back several steps, but she had to retreat tens of thousands of meters.

Fortunately, the Palace Master pulled Eighth Zhao back with her and tossed him into the Heavensword Sacred Palace’s formation.

“That’s all you have despite your big talk? I’ll massacre your Heavensword Sacred Palace along with everyone else!” Xiahou Jue sneered.

The Palace Master smiled. “Construct the formation!”

All the Heavensword Sacred Palace’s members changed their hand seals, and the light they emanated intensified.

Clang!

Another light sword descended from the sky.

The Palace Master charged forth once more, thrusting her God Armament sword straight at Xiahou Jue’s face.

Xiahou Jue harrumphed. Without taking a step, he raised his God Armament to block the attack.

Clang!

A loud reverberation echoed.

Xiahou Jue was horrified.

This time, the Palace Master remained still, but Xiahou Jue was sent flying a long distance before he finally regained his balance. His hand bled from the sheer impact of the clash and trembled nonstop.

“This is our Heavensword Sacred Palace’s Heavensword Sacred Formation. We can manifest nineteen Heavenswords.” The Palace Master pointed her weapon at Xiahou Jue. “How many can you take?”