Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Extreme fear eventually turned into hysterical madness!

Xue Qianqiu's eyes were bloodshot, and his hair stood on end. His old face was twisted so grotesquely that it looked extremely ferocious.

Do you want him to sit and wait to die?

It's impossible!

He has roamed the land for thousands of years, and the number of lives lost at his hands is in the millions. He is a demon who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

"You want to kill me?"

Xue Qianqiu let out a roar that was not human, and the source energy in his body exploded wildly without reservation, pouring it all into the Blood God Cauldron that was already terrified!

"Rise, old man!"

Buzz!

The Blood God Cauldron, which had been trembling, began to emit mournful cries under Xue Qianqiu's relentless urging. The countless pained faces on the cauldron seemed to come alive, wailing in unison.

The next moment, a beam of blood-red light shot out from the mouth of the cauldron!

The Blood God Cauldron swelled in the face of the storm, unleashing its final ferocious power in despair. In an instant, it transformed into a blood-red cauldron thousands of feet tall, lying across Xue Qianqiu's head!

A thick stench of blood and resentment rose into the sky, forming a stark contrast with the destructive lightning above.

Xue Qianqiu was disheveled, with blood flowing from all seven orifices, and he looked like a vengeful ghost.

With his last ounce of strength, he let out a final roar at the colossal, thunderous sword that had crushed countless ages.

"It's not that easy!"

That cry of "It's not that easy" echoed through the world, carrying the last vestiges of an old devil's dignity and madness.

However, all he received in response was deathly silence.

The tip of the ten-thousand-foot-long thunder sword finally touched the mouth of the thousand-foot-long blood cauldron.

There was no earth-shattering collision as expected, and no rampaging of source energy storms.

"Click..."

A faint, almost inaudible crackling sound rang out sharply in the space frozen by the extreme pressure.

It's like a fine piece of porcelain being gently tapped with a hammer.

Immediately afterwards, in Xue Qianqiu's pupils, which suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead, a tiny crack suddenly appeared at the point where the sword tip touched the cauldron.

Then, the second, the third, the tenth, and the hundredth!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the entire body of the thousand-foot-tall Blood Cauldron at a speed beyond comprehension!

The countless faces that had been groaning and contorting in agony on the cauldron froze at that moment, their expressions turning into pure terror.

next moment.

"puff."

The Thousand-Foot Blood Cauldron, this ferocious divine weapon forged from the blood and souls of countless beings that had buried countless gods and powerful figures, did not explode, did not collapse, but... was annihilated.

It transformed into the finest blood-red dust particles that filled the sky. When illuminated by the purple-gold lightning, they evaporated completely, returning to nothingness without leaving a trace.

The wailing of millions of souls came to an abrupt end at that moment.

As if they never existed.

"Pfft!!!"

Almost at the same moment the Blood God Cauldron disappeared, Xue Qianqiu, who looked like a vengeful ghost below, suddenly shuddered and was violently thrown away by an irresistible and terrifying force!

A mouthful of scalding blood mixed with fragments of internal organs turned into a cloud of blood mist and gushed out of his mouth.

The moment the divine weapon was destroyed, the source energy sea within his body was completely shattered by the violent force, his meridians were broken, and his foundation collapsed!

The Blood Netherworld Old Saint Lord, who had reigned supreme for thousands of years and struck fear into the hearts of countless people, was now like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards for thousands of feet in a sorry state, finally crashing heavily onto a mountain peak and shattering the entire mountain into pieces.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, his breath was utterly exhausted, and his aged face was filled with nothing but endless blankness and bewilderment.

one move?

No, it doesn't even qualify as a single move.

With just a light touch, his natal divine weapon, which he had spent his entire life refining and was so proud of, was gone.