The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 852 A God Descends

Seeing this unbelievable scene, Chu Ze was completely stunned. Lying on the ground, unable to even think of resisting, he closed his eyes in despair and muttered to himself, "Impossible... impossible... impossible... impossible..."

Zhu Xiong Ying strolled leisurely to Chu Ze's side. Looking down at Chu Ze's face, which was filled with shock and dejection, he revealed his usual unquestionable confident smile: "How are you? Are you alright?"

Chu Ze gritted his teeth, wanting to retort, but faced with Zhu Xiong Ying's indifferent and domineering expression, he swallowed his words. Anger, resentment, and humiliation churned in his chest, but he was suppressed and had nowhere to vent them.

At this moment, Zhu Xiong Ying casually patted the corner of his clothes, took out another wine pot that had also been carefully wiped clean, tilted his head back and took a sip, then shook his head with a sigh, "For thousands of years, there has been no shortage of frogs in a well who call themselves 'divine punishment' or 'punishment on behalf of heaven.' Today, I will witness your pathetic arrogance once again."

"Zhu Xiong Ying!" In mid-air, a low roar, as if from divine will, once again came from the disintegrating afterimage of the golden-armored giant god.

Zhu Xiong Ying slowly turned his head, as if he had expected all of this. He curled his lips slightly and lazily flicked his sleeve, "Bring out whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve, or you won't have a chance to regret it later."

Immediately following was a pitch-black rift that burst forth from the depths of space. A tremendous sound rolled and echoed within it, as if an even more terrifying beast was about to emerge from its cocoon.

The cultivators watching from afar were all terrified, but at this critical moment of life and death, Zhu Xiong Ying actually uttered four words to the heavens and earth—

"That's all."

Zhu Xiong Ying stared casually at the dark crack, as if he had not just shattered an invincible golden-armored giant, but casually crushed a passing ant. He even had time to straighten the cuffs of his somewhat disheveled dragon robe, muttering to himself, "Heavenly punishment or whatever crack it is, just don't disappoint me too much."

This action, seen by the cultivators in the distance, seemed more like a great mockery. Many secretly swallowed, a question rising in their minds: Did this Ming emperor really dare to disregard the rules of heaven and earth? Or was the giant god's prestige merely an illusion, allowing him to be so fearless?

Chu Ze was filled with complex emotions. He had thought that the appearance of the golden-armored giant god was the limit of strength among the powerful, but he had not expected that Zhu Xiong Ying would kill him all with a single sword strike. His mind had been completely destroyed, and he was unable to even think about escaping. All that remained was a mixture of jealousy and hatred, and contempt for his own weak abilities.

However, before anyone could speculate further, a low breathing sound suddenly emanated from the crack, as if some ancient and ferocious being was slowly awakening from its slumber. Immediately afterward, the crack began to expand at an eerie and rapid pace, emitting a jet-black light, within which a pair of scarlet eyes vaguely appeared.

"Heh, it's interesting to see some skill." Zhu Xiong Ying reached down and took a jade pendant from his waist, flicking it lightly. A phantom image of a golden and blue dragon flew out of the pendant. The dragon coiled behind him, radiating an oppressive aura, but he merely twirled the pendant casually, turning his head with a smile. "The person who gave me this pendant said that if any ignorant wretches dared to offend me, I could use it freely. Today, you cowardly creatures have gotten a free ride." The red-eyed creature seemed enraged by the dragon's aura. It suddenly extended a giant claw covered in black scales from the crack and lunged at Zhu Xiong Ying. This claw strike was overwhelming, carrying suffocating pressure, seemingly intent on crushing Zhu Xiong Ying instantly. However, Zhu Xiong Ying remained unmoved, merely uttering a calm, "Mere remnants, daring to show their claws?"

The next instant, the Xuanlong roared, unleashing a beam of light interwoven with gold and blue that slammed into the giant claw. A loud crack echoed through the air, and everyone clearly saw that the black-scaled giant claw was blasted open with large cracks, and some scales even fell off and turned into ashes.

A shrill roar immediately came from the crack, more ferocious than any previous cry, as if the monster was unwilling to accept its humiliation. Zhu Xiong Ying remained unmoved, instead picking up his wine jug, taking a leisurely sip, and then shaking his head and sighing, "A mere clown dares to call himself divine punishment? It's obviously just a deception to fool people."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ze could no longer contain his shame and indignation. Despite the pain coursing through his body, he roared hoarsely, "Zhu Xiong Ying! Don't be so arrogant! You cultivate the power of the Heavenly Dao, aren't you afraid of its backlash?"

Zhu Xiong Ying turned to look at him, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “The Way of Heaven? It dares to defy me? You overestimate it.” With that, he lightly clapped his hands as if brushing off dust, then chuckled and uttered a single sentence: “People should always know how to be in awe, but you bunch of self-proclaimed divine punishment bastards never know where to place the revered one.”

Immediately afterward, he waved his right hand, and the Xuanlong suddenly shone brightly, charging straight into the crevice. A terrifying roar accompanied by an earth-shattering boom resounded, and cultivators a hundred miles away could even feel the ground beneath their feet tremble slightly. The darkness within the crevice gradually contracted, completely suppressed by the Xuanlong's oppressive power. Even its crimson giant eyes dimmed, and finally, with a long, mournful howl, it shattered completely.

Silence returned to the entire world, with only the sound of the wind remaining, yet carrying with it an unyielding fear and awe. The cultivators, watching Zhu Xiong Ying's retreating figure, seemed to witness the descent of a deity.

Chu Ze collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant and lifeless. His lips trembled as he murmured, "Impossible...it's all impossible...it's impossible..."

Zhu Xiong Ying turned around indifferently, walked up to him, looked down at him, smiled faintly, and uttered four words that almost suffocated Chu Ze: "How is it?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an overwhelming sense of pressure, pressing directly on Chu Ze's heart. Chu Ze was powerless to struggle, and could only let the humiliation and helplessness completely overwhelm him.

However, just then, a strange sound faintly came from the horizon, like the beating of war drums, yet accompanied by an indescribable air of death. Zhu Xiong Ying raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to look into the distance with a half-smile, "Oh? Is there something else that doesn't want to live?"

Before the words were even finished, countless golden rays suddenly appeared on the horizon, forming a vast torrent that surged wildly towards the battlefield! It carried with it a golden, oppressive aura!
(End of this chapter)