Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

King Wen of Zhou really cried.

The fact that the Shang Dynasty offered tribute shows that Houtu was still willing to protect them.

But when it came to him, all that was left was compensation.

Compensation? That's just giving it away for free.

How many heavenly weapons will you get for free?

Houtu really saw him as a fat sheep.

However, if she doesn't give it to Houtu... as the ancestor of all lands, she still has some power.

He might not be able to withstand one slap from this guy.

"Rewards, remember to pay on time."

"Otherwise... Lady Houtu doesn't have a good temper."

Yin Wu looked at King Wen, a dignified and valiant commander, who was now behaving in a strange, effeminate manner.

King Wen looked at Yin Wu and immediately became furious.

However, he quickly calmed down and sat back down.

There was nothing he could do; Yin Wu was stronger than him.

Yin Wu was also a Martial Venerable, and one of the most outstanding among the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

His strength was below that of Yin Tang, but comparable to that of the Duke of Zhou.

Although Yin Wu greatly promoted the path of ghosts and gods, he was extremely bloodthirsty and tyrannical.

But his martial prowess and rule also brought the Shang Dynasty to its peak.

The opposite of his martial arts is the Zhou Gong's great principles of rites and music.

Both were very strong, but King Wen was still a little weaker.

When King Wen of Zhou thought of this, his eyes filled with a sense of despair.

He knew, of course, that Houtu had a bad temper, but he had no choice but to elevate Houji to the position.

Besides respecting ancestors, it was more about dispersing power.

At that time, there were quite a few Shang people, and in order to disperse their faith, King Wen of Zhou had no choice but to place Houji and Houtu on the same level.

Together they are called the state.

He never imagined that he would come back to life after he died.

Even more frightening is that Houtu also came back to life.

He was dumbfounded.

Now, a few heavenly weapons as a token gesture, an idea flashed through King Wen's mind.

"Why don't you just kill yourself?"

"To avoid being punished by Lady Houtu."

Just as King Wen had this idea in his mind, he suddenly realized that the Underworld seemed to be in the hands of Houtu.

If he failed to return to the ley lines and was instead intercepted by Houtu...

King Wen shuddered at the thought.

"Just obediently pay up... Heavenly Soldier."

Yin Tang naturally saw through King Wen's thoughts and shook his head with a laugh.

......

Prince An's Mansion, Study

After Li Junsu returned to his study, he had just stepped out of the courtyard when he saw Bai Xingling, Nuwa, and the Holy Mountain Goddess standing to the side.

As soon as the Holy Mountain Goddess came to her senses, she sensed a familiar aura.

This made her straighten her back.

"Jun Su should..."

As the Holy Mountain Goddess was pondering how to project an air of authority, she was stunned the moment she saw Prince An.

The aura emanating from Prince An was profound and vast, and combined with his heavenly might and killing intent, it possessed a unique power that was somewhere between the Jade Emperor and Yayu.

Just by sensing this aura, the Holy Mountain Goddess knew that Jun Su could defeat her with one hand.

"Am I...am I a Martial Venerable?"

The Holy Mountain Goddess fell into self-doubt.

"Have you finished your official business?"

Bai Xingling smiled and flicked her tail as she watched Li Junsu come out.

"Ah."

"Senior Nuwa, I plan to go to Buzhou Mountain next."

Li Junsu nodded, then looked at Nuwa and got straight to the point.

"Okay, shall we leave now?"

Nuwa nodded quickly, as she was also curious about the current strength of Prince An.

"Let's go then..."

Just as Bai Xingling was about to speak, a streak of black and red light flew over.

Qiongqi appeared on Prince An's shoulder, looking as if it wanted to come along too.

Zhulong released his grip from the direction from which Qiongqi had flown, a faint smile on his face.

"The legendary Emperor Xi has appeared in the world."

"We are now in the Innate Thunder Marsh."

"Once you've finished dealing with the Buzhou Mountain matter, you can go and pay a visit to the God of Leize."

When Zhulong said the words "God of Thunder," he emphasized the words.

The implication is self-evident.

"I understand."

Li Junsu was somewhat surprised to hear this and nodded slightly.

"Let's go then."

After saying this, Zhulong waved his hand, and the group of people turned into streams of light and disappeared into the world.

"Me...can I come too?"

Among these, the bewildered voice of the Holy Mountain Goddess disappeared into the world.

......

Bu Zhou Shan

At this moment, the golden light emanating from the two figures grew increasingly dim.

The supreme beings of water and fire are not weaklings.

It looked like the two were about to break free of their seal.

"bring it on."

Nuwa looked at Prince An.

"Don't fight two against one."

"One-on-one interaction allows for a better understanding of the artistic conception."

"And it's two against one, so it's going to be hard for you to win now."

Zhulong looked at Li Junsu and gave him a word of advice.

Li Junsu nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

However, Prince An already had a plan in mind.

Li Junsu looked at Gonggong's figure, which was taller than a mountain, and did not wait for Nuwa to unseal it.

The deathly aura moved at will, directly enveloping the golden light surrounding Gonggong.

The golden light melted away, and the cold, damp aquatic energy enveloped the heavens and earth.

Dark clouds, carrying dark blue lightning, roared in.

"Empress Nuwa!"

When Gonggong appeared in the world, his roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

This time, the figures of the Demon Emperor and Dao Li appeared, followed by the Lord of War and the Xuanyuan Clan.

The supreme beings remained hidden between heaven and earth, patiently watching the battlefield.

King An and Gonggong were locked in a life-or-death struggle, so naturally they would come.

"Jun Su..."

Xuanyuan was startled as she watched Prince An's retreating figure.

Even the Lord of War looked surprised.

When Gonggong appeared in the world, he had the body of a snake and the head of a human, possessing a wild and primal beauty.

After he saw a figure not far away, his eyes filled with confusion.

As soon as the deathly aura appeared, Zhulong and Nuwa, along with Bai Xingling Qiongqi and the stunned Holy Mountain Goddess, disappeared into the world.

The battlefield was entirely left to Prince An.

Gonggong looked at King An, his mind not quite processing what was happening.

Before he got trapped, this kid had a tough time fighting Erfu.

Now... he actually felt threatened by the other person?

"How long have I been trapped?"

A thought flashed through Gonggong's mind.

When King An stopped, compared to Gonggong's towering figure, which was as tall as a mountain, King An appeared extremely small.

Yet this seemingly small figure, with a straight back and steady steps, walked towards Gonggong.

A heavy rain began to fall from the sky.

This was the beginning of Gonggong's pent-up anger.

In the pouring rain, Prince An grasped the hilt of Zhao Han's sword.

The blood-red dragon robe he wore began to swirl and flow with the evil dragon blood patterns on it.

At this moment, Prince An shed the gentle demeanor befitting a junior in front of his elders, such as Houtu and Zhulong.

In the past, Prince An was known throughout the world as a gentleman of sternness and awe.

In the eyes of Zhulong and Nuwa, a gentleman is like jade.

But to outsiders, the "An" in Prince An's name means "death."

"Kid, I admit you have some skill."

"But... you're not qualified to challenge me."

Gonggong's previous statement was calm and composed, but his next statement suddenly took on a sense of origin and resonated with the thunder.

Lightning flashed, and a weapon appeared in Gonggong's hand.

A cataclysmic flood swept across the land, and the doomsday realm belonging to the Gonggong clan rose.

Located within it are the origin, qi and blood, consciousness, and physical constitution.

These foundations of martial arts will be shattered, and world-saving killing moves will vanish without a trace here.

Only the most chilling killing moves and the coldest killing intent can contend with this god of world-destroying floods.

The water spirits surged forth, attempting to tear King An apart.

As the deathly aura of Ruyuan merged into Prince An's body, a golden mark appeared between his brows.

As night falls and stars begin to shine, the dark, deadly realm descends.

"When disaster strikes, all spirits perish."

Gonggong looked at King An, holding a long spear made entirely of water spirits, and thrust it directly at him.

This spear was larger than a siege spike, about half the size of a city.

The mere sight of the spearhead striking the ground created a hurricane that made Prince An's dragon robe flutter wildly.

The pure power caused ripples to spread through the space.

The celestial array set up by Yun Wujing was activated.

The moist, refreshing scent rushed into Prince An's nostrils.

The water spirits surged into King An's body, attempting to tear his internal organs apart.

This is the brutal reality of fighting against Gonggong.

If you're not physically strong enough, standing in front of him is suicide.

But in the next instant, the water spirits were torn to pieces by the abyssal death energy.

Having experienced the might of the gods, King An now seemed to handle the world-ending flood with ease.

As the spearhead was about to fall, the waterspout spearhead, which had originally been formed from the floodwaters, slowly transformed into a venomous snake's head, lunging at Prince An.

This snake's head was even more robust and enormous than that of the Bashe tribe.

"Prince An".

Li Junsu gripped the hilt of Zhao Han's knife and closed his eyes.

He discovered that whether it was the Xuanyuan Clan or the Yayu Clan, some of their killing moves carried their own titles.

He wasn't sure if supreme beings like the Lord of War, Zhulong, or Emperor Jun existed.

But he knew that bearing the title would be the mark of his martial arts killing move.

He has been studying.

Now, it's time to hand in our answers.

Within the Realm of Annihilation, only the most chilling killing moves and the most sinister origins can unleash their power.

Fortunately, he has everything he needs.

With a clang, Zhao Han was drawn from its sheath.

This time, Wang Wei reappeared.

But it wasn't the earth's vein energy responding to King An.

The Prince An, who brought prosperity to the dynasty, gradually disappeared from public view.

Instead, there was Prince An, who led the Tiger Slaughter Guard in countless battles across the land, his hands stained with endless blood.

The cold and pure killing intent was absorbed by Zhao Han.

The originally black and red blade of Zhao Han suddenly turned into a blurry black color.

The killing intent flowed like water, blending into the blood and death energy, spreading out a trace of dark ink.

"annihilate all directions."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

A black and red slash stretched from the sky to the earth.

The blade slashed into the giant snake's mouth.

Prince An stood in mid-air, holding a knife in one hand, and slashed forward fiercely.

The slash shot out and sliced ​​the spear in two.

The knife wound continued its relentless advance, slicing open Gonggong's hand that was holding the spear. Dark blue blood splattered and mingled with the torrential rain.

The intense pain made Gonggong's eyes narrow.

The slash marks did not disappear.

The black and red slash marks gradually disappeared, but within them lay conquered cities, and within those cities lurked black and red vengeful spirits.

Resentment, hatred, greed, and ferocity.

The intent erupted simultaneously, and the slash marks suddenly spread out, like a giant eye opening.

The pupil in the center is a desolate and bloody battlefield.

In the center of the battlefield, Prince An stood proudly, surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

At the center of the pupils was a cold battlefield, surrounded by the resentment of blood-soaked cities.

The combination of red and white is a thousand times, ten thousand times more dangerous than the so-called "red and white clash".

Pupils bulged.

The massive aftershocks blasted Gonggong back several steps.

Its snake body was taut.

The originally cold and torrential rain gradually turned into black and red blood rain.

King An stood in mid-air, looking calmly at Gonggong.

This strike contained the true meaning of the Sun's Fleeting Light, the true meaning of the Devouring Life Palm, and the true meaning of the Netherworld Devouring Life, along with the oppressive power of Heavenly Might and Killing Intent.

At this moment, Prince An is just one step away from reaching the pinnacle of power in the world.

This strike silenced Gonggong.

This also calmed down the other supreme beings.

Nuwa looked at the battlefield, still holding the unconscious Holy Mountain Goddess in her arms.

The Holy Mountain Goddess was so frightened that she fainted.

Before she fainted, her mind kept replaying the image of Prince An's back as he delivered that fatal blow, and those pupils that seemed to hold the blood of a million.

Nuwa looked at King An, her mouth agape in astonishment.

This strike was too domineering and too cold.

But... compared to resistance, Nuwa felt more of a sense of security.

That's the enemy.

And she was Junsu's friend.

On the other side, Zhulong also had Bai Xingling in his arms and was pinching her philtrum.

Bai Xingling wasn't scared into fainting.

She was stunned by his handsomeness.

Bai Xingling once scoffed at this, thinking, "How could anyone be swooning over someone's good looks?"

But Li Junsu's strike just now, facing the Supreme Being head-on without being at a disadvantage, made her heart race and her blood flow backward.

Then she fainted.

"This girl."

Zhulong chuckled inwardly.

"It's started..."

Zhulong watched An Wang's retreating figure, his eyes flickering.

"What do you think?"

Xuanyuan looked at the Lord of War.

"He's more handsome than me."

The military commander's words were concise and to the point.

They annihilated foreign nations, conquering territories larger than their own.

In terms of artistic conception, they are equally matched.

But the warlord thought Jun Su was more handsome than himself.

There's nothing else to it, this is my successor.

"Can you win?"

Feng Jinhe looked at Dao Li and suddenly asked.

"It's possible now, but it will be a bit difficult after he kills Zhu Rong and Gong Gong."

Dao Li replied after careful consideration.

On the battlefield, Prince An brandished his long sword.

After Zhao Han absorbed Gonggong's blood, the blade emerged from the void.

Prince An casually twirled his sword and looked at Gonggong.

Gonggong also came to his senses, looked at King An, and his anger was gone.

He is not weak.

On the contrary, he is an undeniably strong man.

Anger brings nothing but shame.

The figure of Gonggong gradually shrank.

When fighting against Zhu Rong, one needs to be as tall as a mountain.

However, when facing Prince An, one needs to reduce one's size to avoid being at a disadvantage.

He stretched out his hand, and a torrential downpour of dark rain gathered.

A black spear has reformed.

This time, the power of heaven and earth merged in.

"You're not bad."

"But you want to kill me."

"not that simple."

"Let's see if you can kill me and... that piece of trash Zhu Rong."

Gonggong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all he saw was a chilling killing intent and a surging fighting spirit.

He greatly admired the artistic conception of Prince An.

He knew nothing of the extermination of foreign nations for the sake of the dynasty.

But he could understand that chilling killing intent.

Gonggong brandished his spear, and ink spread across the air.

Prince An's figure slowly landed.

The blade of Zhaohan was washed by the torrential rain, like a cleansed bronze mirror, reflecting the figure of Gonggong.

The two figures disappeared simultaneously without uttering a word.

Bang!

The blade clashed with the spear tip.

On one side, the water elemental manifested as a flood, washing away the boundary of the realm.

On the other side, deathly energy transformed into dark ink, staining the heavens and earth.