Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

The roar of the guide was like rolling thunder, carrying the saint's endless resentment and madness, and resounded throughout the entire primordial world.

Amidst the blood-soaked Styx River, the Asura Cult Leader abruptly raised his head, gazing at the sky with utter shock.

At Wuzhuang Temple, the ginseng fruit in Zhenyuanzi's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," completely unaware of it.

In the depths of the North Sea, within the Demon Master's Palace, the figure of the Kunpeng Ancestor emerged from the shadows, filled with shock and bewilderment.

In an instant, countless powerful figures and giants were hidden in the primordial world, in blessed lands and secret realms.

Whether they were in seclusion or preaching, everyone was startled by this roar!

"Slay a Heavenly Dao Saint?!"

"Has the Sage of Guidance gone mad?!"

"Wait... Where is Saint Zhunti? His aura... has really disappeared!"

Countless divine thoughts intertwined in the void, conveying their mutual shock.

A powerful being immediately began to deduce the secrets of heaven, only to find everything in chaos and unable to calculate anything.

But soon, they remembered the blood rain that had covered the entire prehistoric world not long ago.

That vision of sorrow for heaven and earth!

That sign of the saint's fall and the heavens weeping!

At the time, everyone thought it was a warning from Heaven, and no one dared to believe that a high and mighty, immortal Heavenly Saint would really fall!

But now, the roar of the guiding saint confirms this most absurd and terrifying conjecture!

Sage Zhunti...

Really dead!

He was killed by that "drunkard" named Gu Changqing!

"hiss……"

The moment they realized this, countless gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the prehistoric world.

How can it be? !

That's a Heavenly Saint! His primordial spirit is entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, impervious to all tribulations, immortal and indestructible!

This is the consensus of all living beings since Pangu separated heaven and earth!

Today, this ironclad rule has been broken!

A normally cynical drunkard single-handedly killed a saint!

What terrifying power! What heaven-defying methods!

"This is insane! This world has gone completely insane!"

"The Drunken Sword Immortal... Is this the Drunken Sword Immortal's true power?!"

"My God, this is unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!"

The beings of the primordial world were completely numb.

A profound fear stemming from the upheaval of our understanding grips the hearts of every living being.

Amidst this deathly uproar, Jieyin, standing high in the heavens, went berserk once more!

He had completely lost his mind, and only one thought remained in his mind.

revenge!

Avenge my junior brother!

At this moment, it has been confirmed that Zhunti has truly perished, his body and soul extinguished.

The glimmer of hope that had just begun to rise collapsed once again.

"kill!!"

Another earth-shattering roar erupted as the saintly aura emanating from Jieyin burst forth without reservation!

The void behind him crumbled inch by inch, and endless chaotic energy poured in.

He suddenly raised his hand, and golden light shone brightly from his palm, radiating countless rays of Buddhist light that illuminated all the heavens and myriad realms.

But at this moment, the Buddha's light was no longer the peaceful light that brought salvation to all beings; instead, it was filled with a terrifying aura of destruction and annihilation!

"Gu! Chang! Qing! Be buried with my junior brother!!"

Jieyin roared like a madman, almost uttering each word with rage.

He poured all his saintly power, his understanding of the Way of Heaven, and his endless regret and resentment into this one strike!

Boom! !

The entire primordial world was shaking violently!

Above the sky, the sun and moon have lost their light, and stars have fallen!

A golden divine light, which combined the supreme magic of the Western religion with the full power of the saints, transformed into a terrifying pillar of light capable of piercing through the three realms and resetting the earth, fire, water, and wind, and fiercely blasted towards the direction of Jin'ao Island in the East Sea!

This strike was enough to shatter half of the primordial world!

This strike was a desperate, all-or-nothing attack by the sage!

……

at the same time.

Jin'ao Island, in front of Biyou Palace.

Gu Changqing, Tongtian, and the others have returned to this place.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the uproar that shook the world.

At this moment, he was still leaning against the bluestone, holding the gourd of wine in his hand, drinking wine sip by sip.

He squinted, his expression languid, as if the terrifying scene of the world collapsing had nothing to do with him.

For him, killing Zhunti was nothing more than casually swatting a noisy fly.

At this moment, he felt the earth-shattering blow coming towards him, but his face didn't even show the slightest fluctuation.

In his drunken stupor, he simply raised his head slowly.

Looking at that golden pillar of light that tore through the sky, pierced through time and space, and was about to turn the entire Golden Turtle Island into dust.

He chuckled.

The laughter was soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of every powerful being in the world who was watching this place.

"Uh……"

He let out a burp and slowly stood up.

"Are you coming again?"

"This is really... never-ending."

It was an extreme indifference, a boredom and weariness that came from the very core of one's being.

What seemed like a saint's desperate attack was, in his eyes, nothing more than a repetitive and tedious trick.

next moment.

Just as the golden beam of light was about to descend.

Gu Changqing moved.

He did not use any magical artifacts, nor did he display any extraordinary phenomena.

He simply extended his right hand and pointed it as a sword.

Then, facing that earth-shattering golden beam of light, he casually and lightly swiped forward.

No sound.

There is no light.

There was no fluctuation of magical power.

It's such a simple action.

however.

It was this one stroke.

A flash of sword light appeared.

A sword light that defies description!

It is neither dazzling nor sharp.

It presents an extreme gray-white color, as if all the colors in the world lose their meaning in front of it.

The moment it appeared, the entire primordial world—time, space, laws, the Great Dao… everything—was completely frozen in that instant!

The golden pillar of light, powerful enough to destroy half of the primordial world, remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.

The ferocious and crazed expression on Jieyin's face froze.

The howling winds between heaven and earth ceased.

The fallen star has stopped.

All the powerful divine thoughts that were spying on this place were frozen in this instant!

Everything fell into eternal stillness.

The only movement was that grayish-white sword light.

It moved with a speed beyond comprehension, disregarding space and distance, and gently swept past the golden attack of the saint.

then……

Nothing happened.

The golden beam of light remained suspended there.

But in the next instant...

It began to vanish from the most microscopic level.

No explosion, no impact.

It vanished into the most primordial nothingness so silently and without a trace.

It was as if it had never existed.

The gray-white sword light, after wiping out Jieyin's full-force attack, continued forward without pausing.

Its goal is to be guided to the heavens above!

At that moment, everyone's expression changed.