All races revere me as the Heavenly Emperor, solely because of my nine disciples!

"Why is this happening?"

"why?"

Mo Shan went mad, completely driven insane by Sun Buwang's torment.

He couldn't accept it; it was too agonizing.

"Hehehe... Don't rush, continue!"

Sun Buwang was even happier. These setbacks had been bitter and painful, but because they had been so exhilarating, they hadn't caused her too much suffering.

He really enjoyed the feeling and wanted to continue experiencing it without limit.

"Shut up, shut up!"

"Madman, you madman!"

The spirit of the Demon Mountain roared in fury.

Not only him, but other onlookers were also finding it hard to accept.

How could such a monstrous being exist in this world?

Even Ling Ruoxue and Bai Shushu stared blankly at Sun Buwang, feeling that this guy was not human.

After all, a normal person would have died millions of times by now, but he has survived until now, more than ten times, and is still alive and kicking.

This is unreasonable!

"Wait... I think I've remembered something!"

"At this moment..."

"Ah... what am I trying to remember? Why is it that even when I do remember something, I can't grasp it?"

Just then, the spirit of the Demon Mountain roared angrily, seemingly having figured something out, but unable to grasp the key point.

"Madness...this is madness..."

"Yes, you are a madman... a battle body!"

"You are not immortal, but water and fire cannot destroy you. You can be reborn from water and fire and continue to grow stronger!"

"Yes, yes, that's how I remember it!"

"You...you are a person who defies the heavens!"

In the end, the spirit of the Demon Mountain experienced intense mental fluctuations, even giving the impression of a trembling voice.

"What do you mean?"

This time, Sun Buwang was somewhat puzzled.

He knew he wouldn't die, but what does it mean to be a person who defies the heavens? What does it mean for water and fire to allow him to be reborn and become stronger?

When did my strength and rebirth become linked to water and fire?

"Wait, I think I can remember something!"

"what exactly is it?"

"Ah... I've been asleep for too long, and there's so little of my consciousness left to recall!"

"what exactly is it?"

“Zhou Tian… Mad Demon Battle Body… Old bastard… Pretending to be young, shameless…”

The spirit of the Demon Mountain fluctuated more and more violently, constantly conveying similar messages, leaving everyone around them astonished.

For some reason, when Zhou Tian was mentioned, people felt that there seemed to be a trace of fear in his spirit.

But upon closer examination, something seemed off. It should be excitement, even anger.

But even after sensing it again, it still didn't feel right; it was like a kind of confusion.

"Never mind, I'll kill you first!"

With a roar, amidst a violent mental fluctuation, ten thousand feet of demonic light burst forth from the Demon Mountain, and countless boulders rained down on Sun Buwang.

Sun Buwang's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed drastically.

"You old bastard, why don't you just burn me?"

With a roar, he used all his strength to smash a boulder to pieces with a single punch.

But at that moment, thousands upon thousands of boulders came crashing down on him, instantly shattering him into pieces.

This time, he wasn't forged in fire; he couldn't break free from his cocoon and be reborn again. He could only gather blood mist to solidify his body.

However, just as he condensed his body, another large rock fell from the sky, carrying invincible power of law, like a great seal descending.

Sun Buwang hurriedly unleashed his own ice and fire, carrying the power of the universe, but it was still instantly shattered by the giant seal and boulder.

Then, something truly astonishing happened.

The previously eerie Sun Buwang is now being relentlessly tortured and killed.

Although he can still be reborn repeatedly, it is clear that there is no hope of breaking free from the cocoon.

Moreover, with each rebirth, his original aura would be significantly weakened.

Time and again, everyone could see that his face was turning deathly pale, his breathing was becoming rapid, and even his true energy was beginning to dissipate.

Needless to say, its power of law is completely ineffective; it cannot exert even the slightest bit of force.

This also shows that a great sacred artifact is always a great sacred artifact; killing a novice saint is easier than breathing.

If it weren't for Sun Buwang's ability to be reborn repeatedly, any other sage would have died long ago.

Even so, even if Sun Buwang could be reborn repeatedly, he was destined to be unable to withstand the crushing force of death.

Within the demonic flames, he might still be able to create miracles using his own physique. But with other attacks, he consumes his very essence.

If this continues, even those who claim to be immortal will die completely.

Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, people discovered that when Sun Buwang tried to reconstruct his body, some of his injuries could no longer be healed, leaving behind cracks that looked quite terrifying.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and people saw that Sun Buwang was missing a leg.

He no longer has enough essence to successfully condense his entire body.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Sun Buwang's remaining life vanished.

He is getting weaker and weaker.

Under the relentless attacks of the Demon Mountain, he could not even resist, and his regenerative power was constantly being worn down.

"Junior brother..."

Bai Shushu, who had been dazed at first, couldn't help but get anxious at this point.

She could tell that if things continued like this, Sun Buwang would really die; this was no joke.

The Great Sage's methods are too powerful; in the world, without the Supreme Being appearing, no one can rival him.

There are plenty of ways to eliminate someone like Sun Buwang.

At this moment, Sun Buwang was also very frustrated. Even though he was furious, he realized that he had no chance to fight back against the truly enraged Demon Mountain.

He was beaten to a pulp right after being reborn, without even a chance to fight back or use his internal energy.

Time passed slowly, and gradually, Sun Buwang became extremely weak.

Most of his body was broken, leaving only his chest and head.

At this moment, he had no chance to fight back, and even if he were given the chance, he wouldn't be able to condense a complete body, let alone mobilize all his power.

Even now, let alone facing a Great Sacred Artifact, he might not be able to defeat a cultivator at the Divine Power Realm.

Then came repeated shattering, and only one outcome awaited him: obliteration and utter annihilation.

He wanted to tell Demon Mountain to stop, and if he had the guts, to find another way to fight.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even send a message, let alone speak.

This drove Sun Buwang completely mad and filled him with despair.

He initially thought he wouldn't die, but now he realizes he was wrong.

Let alone facing a truly powerful expert, even if he were to face a formidable sacred artifact, he would still be doomed.

This feeling is too oppressive.

Finally, Sun Buwang was left with only a head, and it was a head that was constantly flickering, as if it could explode at any moment and never recover.

When his head shattered once again, Sun Buwang felt true fear, and countless chills swept over him.

He had a feeling.

If they reunite and explode again, they will truly die.

Not to mention the body and soul, not even a trace of divine thought could be left behind.

In despair, he tried to stop himself from reassembling his body.

Unfortunately, the power of rebirth was beyond his control.

He could only let the blood mist gather, revealing half of his head.

At that moment, another huge rock came crashing down.

The stone was covered with runes, imbued with the power of laws.

Although it was only ten feet tall, the power it carried was stronger than that of a star.

Let alone a saint, even a holy king would lose half his life if hit by this stone.

At this moment, facing such an attack, Sun Buwang had no choice but to shatter.

But now, if he breaks down again, he will really die.

"Junior brother!"

Ling Ruoxue and Bai Shushu's hearts were in their throats, and they could no longer hold back their roars.

At this moment, they could see that Sun Buwang was really going to die.

They wanted to help, but being severely injured, coupled with the oppression of the Great Sage's power and the restraint of the power of theft, they were unable to get up at all.

"court death……"

Just as the two women were heartbroken and Sun Buwang closed his eyes in despair, awaiting death, a cold voice suddenly rang out.