How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

With Zhou Chen out of the picture, no one could restrain Li Rentu. However, Zhou Chen was also facing an attack from Champion Marquis and Martial Marquis and was unable to break free. Champion Marquis was recognized as having unparalleled individual combat strength, and with Martial Marquis's assistance, even someone as strong as Zhou Chen would find it difficult to defeat his opponent.

Li Rentu calmly strode across the sky, his killing intent turning the entire battlefield into a hellish inferno. At this moment, ordinary cultivators and soldiers had already stopped fighting. This kind of battlefield was no longer a place that ordinary cultivators could set foot in.

Before such supreme beings who can unleash the power of heaven and earth with a single move, ordinary cultivators are essentially no different from mortals; coming here would only mean being sent to their deaths as a shield.

Li Rentu remained indifferent, flicking his fingertips. Yang Jian, Li Xianjiu, Senior Sister Xumi, Jian Chi Jian Jing, De Shan De Biao, and others slowly flew up, their lives hanging by a thread. The killing intent of Asura was like threads wrapped around their necks. If Li Rentu's fingertips moved even slightly further, they would all perish instantly.

However, Li Rentu did not kill everyone. Instead, he sneered a few times and shouted.

"Sinful citizen Li Muyun, quickly pay homage to His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, or the entire Guanjiang Estuary will be reduced to hellish ruins and the heavens and earth will crumble!"

How could he not know that Li Muyun was forging divine swords? Li Muyun's only reliance was those few divine swords. He deliberately made a sound to entice Li Muyun, causing him to become so anxious that he collapsed and died.

At this moment, Li Muyun was in the secret hall, and had reached the final step, with the last Emperor Flame Blazing Sword merging into his body.

It crashed into Li Muyun's body, transforming into billions of pure and blazing imperial flames, like the purest furnace fire, instantly sweeping through Li Muyun's limbs, bones, internal organs, and soul, burning away impurities, forging muscles and bones, and refining his soul, thoroughly cleansing and tempering him.

The vitality of the True Origin Sword of All Things, the indestructible resilience, the devouring power of the creation of heaven and earth, and the guarding power of the Four Symbols Divine Sword are fused into one!

boom!

After the divine sword entered his body, with all eight divine swords simultaneously wielding him, Li Muyun no longer needed to suppress his own aura. His cultivation, originally at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, surged wildly, propelling him into the Integration stage.

Boom!

The nebula above the entire Guanjiang Estuary was spinning, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was pouring back in, forming a visible spiritual energy storm vortex that surged violently into the depths of the Yang family's secret palace.

Under Li Muyun's command, the eight sword origin imprints intertwined in the depths of the sky, forming a flowing cloud containing the laws of the sword path of all heavens. It directly blasted open the top of the hall to welcome this boiling, waterfall-like energy.

Li Muyun's newly formed body frantically absorbed this power, and the wounds all over his body healed rapidly. His body became increasingly crystal clear and lustrous, with flowing light and soaring sword intent.

His cultivation advanced once again, reaching the peak of the Mahayana stage. His entire body was filled with an incomparably cold sword intent, exuding a primordial sword pressure that seemed to have existed before the creation of the world. With one step, the starry sky of the secret palace suddenly shattered, and a proud figure finally appeared.

Seeing this change, Li Rentu's expression turned cold, and a murderous intent suddenly erupted between his fingers. However, he found that the bloody light at his fingertips made it impossible to press down.

In the heart of the ruins, amidst billowing dust, that tall and proud figure slowly emerged.

His body no longer surged with sword intent, but instead became restrained and profound. His newly formed Dao body was tall and straight, and his skin flowed with a harmonious sword intent. His clothes were already tattered and cracked, and the ethereal light and mist obscured his figure. A delicate little gourd hung at his waist, on which the three large characters "Forget-Me-Not" were clearly visible.

Li Muyun slowly raised his head, his Heavenly Dao Sword Eyes calmly sweeping across this killing field, across Yang Jian, Li Xianjiu, De Biao, and Lu Xueyan, who were frozen in the air, heavily injured and stained with blood.

Finally, the gaze fell upon the face of the Heavenly Slaughter Marquis, which was covered by a black mask, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.

Upon seeing this person again, Li Muyun had many thoughts running through his mind, but he quickly suppressed them, letting them slowly transform into a surge of anger.

"Who gave you permission to harm my siblings?"

Li Muyun spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but unwavering. The Heavenly Dao Sword Intent surged and flowed, instantly transforming into a dragon.

He raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and moved slowly, conveying a sense of disdain for all living beings.

Facing the direction of the Heavenly Slaughter Marquis, towards the core of that vast Asura Killing Domain, he gently flicked the wisps of blood-red light.

A crisp, light sound, like a sharp sword striking a stubborn rock.

Centered on Li Muyun's fingertip, a wave of Heavenly Dao Sword Intent rippled outwards.

Under the ripples of this wave, the numerous illusions of Asura that appeared out of nowhere shattered instantly, the dark red sky faded rapidly, and the bright and clear world reappeared.

Even the endless sea of ​​blood ceased and calmed before this ripple of swordplay, transforming into a tranquil river of blood that flowed gently.

Li Muyun remained calm, his eyes fixed on the person before him, as if trying to imprint his image in his mind. The face beneath his black armor was one he could never forget in his entire life.

The person who personally murdered his mother was the man before him, Li Rentu, the Heavenly Butcher of the Tang Dynasty.

Beneath the ripples of sword intent, the wisp of blood light at Tian Tu Hou's fingertip, which was condensed with pseudo-immortal killing intent and was enough to annihilate a peak Mahayana cultivator, slowly dissipated under the cleansing and surging of endless sword intent.

Bang.

Li Rentu's right arm, covered by a black gauntlet, trembled violently, and the armor covering his forearm cracked inch by inch. He groaned, and although he did not retreat, there was a slight fluctuation in his cold eyes.

Li Muyun stood atop the ruins of Guanjiang Estuary, his Heavenly Dao Sword Eye locking onto the figure in heavy black armor before him—the Heavenly Slaughter Marquis.

In fact, he had thought of many ways to vent his grievances and anger, to trample him underfoot, to take him to his mother's grave and vent his frustrations one by one, but when he actually faced him, he did not roar or become hysterical.

In his eyes, only the memory of his gentle and kind mother vanished, and the scenes of being bullied in his childhood slowly emerged, finally returning to reality and coalescing into a blood-stained battle halberd in Li Rentu's hand.

Although the killing domain surrounding Tian Tu Hou was broken, the murderous aura that had accumulated over mountains of corpses and seas of blood became even more condensed and heavy.

The masked head turned slightly, its cold gaze also falling on Li Muyun. There was no emotion of father and son reuniting, only cold indifference and a faint killing intent.

The dark red, almost black, God-Slaying Halberd in his hand, stained with the blood of countless powerful warriors, emitted a deep hum, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, as if an epic battle was about to erupt at any moment.

"Li Muyun".

The voice of the Heavenly Slaughter Marquis, transmitted through the mask, carried an undeniable pressure and a hint of stiffness, as if he hadn't uttered that name in a long time.

"His Majesty has decreed that, considering your youth and ignorance, and how you were bewitched by a demon, you have committed this grave error. If you are willing to surrender, abandon your cultivation, and return to Chang'an with me to accept your punishment, His Majesty, in his benevolence, may spare your life and imprison you in the Heavenly Prison to reflect on your mistakes."