Chapter 1779: Chapter 1776: Self-Righteous
The scene was dead silent, as if a pin could be heard dropping!
Only Xuan Lingzi’s screams echoed endlessly in their minds.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Xu Wendong, their gazes revealing uncontainable fear and unease.
Without exception.
Everyone was deeply shocked by Xu Wendong’s immense power.
His strength was suffocatingly overwhelming.
This level of power, unparalleled in the mortal world.
Even the legendary Immortals might not be able to defeat him.
After all.
Xuan Lingzi had just used the Divine Artifact, the Nine Heavens Destruction Tower!
Xu Wendong slowly lifted his head, a profound and mysterious gleam flashing in his jet-black eyes, as if they contained endless cosmic mysteries, so deep they inspired awe and dread.
He slightly parted his thin lips, his voice deep and resonant, carrying the weight and forlornness of ancient times, slowly echoing: "Xuan Lingzi, do you think that just because you have a Divine Artifact, you can kill me? You overestimate yourself. How could you possibly comprehend my power?"
His voice rumbled like rolling Sky Thunder, reverberating continuously over the already silent battlefield, causing everyone’s eardrums to ache.
As his words echoed in the air, Xu Wendong’s entire body suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light. The light was so intense it seemed tangible, like a vast golden ocean,
surging and roiling. In the blink of an eye, an enormous golden silhouette towering a hundred meters tall slowly formed behind him.
This silhouette exuded a sacred and dignified aura.
Its features were indistinct, yet it radiated a powerful presence that compelled reverent worship.
It was as if an Ancient God who had slept for ages had traversed endless ages to descend upon the mortal world.
"This... this is..." Xuan Lingzi’s eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets, his face written with shock and fear. His voice trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind: "The Ancient Golden Body Dharma Form? You have the Ancient Sacred Body?"
His voice was filled with disbelief.
His tone involuntarily rose, tinged with a sharp trembling, as if his worldview had been crushed by an invisible hand, collapsing his previous understanding of power and the definition of a strong individual.
Xuan Lingzi’s eyes widened, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, mixing with dust, leaving muddy streaks on his terror-stricken face.
The cultivators around him, upon hearing the words "Ancient Sacred Body," instantly felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, causing their scalps to tingle, and all their body hair stood on end as if they were in an ice cellar, shivering with cold.
They looked at each other, their gazes filled with shock and fear, some even subconsciously stepping back a few paces, as if that could distance them from this terrifying power.
Everyone was well aware that the Ancient Sacred Body was a supreme body that could dominate an era, a coveted existence dreamed of by countless strong beings yet was unattainable.
It bore mysterious ancient powers, possessing terrifying strength that could rewrite the structure of the Cultivation World.
Once this Sacred Body emerged, all the heavenly prides and genius figures of the world were destined to become mere foils, ruthlessly trampled underfoot.
After the brief shock, the surrounding cultivators gradually began to accept it.
In the crowd, an elderly man with silvery white hair sighed deeply and said slowly, "So that’s it, no wonder he has such terrifying power. If not for the Ancient Sacred Body, how could he so easily contend with an Ancient Divine Artifact?"
The crowd nodded, their expressions shifting from initial shock to a resigned acceptance.
Indeed, Xu Wendong possessed the legendary Ancient Sacred Body, so it seemed only natural, even justified, for him to be so powerful.
Their gazes turned back to Xu Wendong, their eyes filled with escalating awe, as if they were looking at an inviolable deity.
Xu Wendong’s expression was as calm as still water, his hands moving swiftly, fingers dancing nimbly as he formed complex and mysterious seals.
The golden silhouette behind him moved in response, actions synchronized perfectly, working together as one.
The silhouette slowly raised its right hand, the massive palm akin to a golden sky.
In the center of the palm, a brilliant golden light condensed rapidly like the birth of a star, its brilliance blinding and unwatchable.
"Break!"
Xu Wendong gently opened his thin lips, his voice light yet seemingly containing boundless power, like a thunderclap exploding over the oppressive battlefield.
With this breathy command.
The light mass in the golden silhouette’s palm suddenly exploded, transforming into a towering golden beam of light, charging towards the Nine Heavens Destruction Tower with a destructive force.
Wherever the beam of light passed, space seemed like fragile glass, shattered instantly, emitting eerie howling sounds as black fissures rapidly spread.
"Boom!"
The golden beam clashed violently with the purple Thunder, producing an earth-shattering roar.
The sound was akin to heaven and earth collapsing, shaking the entire battlefield with its terrifying force.
Surrounding peaks were shaken, rocks tumbling down, the earth seemingly rocked by an invisible giant hand, cracks sprawling like spider webs.
The Nine Heavens Destruction Tower trembled violently under this force, the Runes on the tower body flickered unsteadily like candles in the wind, eventually shattering.
Xuan Lingzi’s complexion turned instantly ashen white.
Without time to contemplate, he bit his tongue sharply, spraying Essence Blood that landed precisely on the Nine Heavens Destruction Tower.
Yet, all of this was futile; the golden beam was unstoppable, like a sharp giant sword, directly striking the Nine Heavens Destruction Tower.
A crisp "crack" echoed distinctly like a death knell on this chaotic battlefield.
The Runes on the Nine Heavens Destruction Tower vanished instantly, and it dimmed considerably, resembling an unremarkable Small Tower!
Pfft!
Xuan Lingzi reflexively spat a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire being suddenly appearing aged, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.
Xu Wendong slowly withdrew the golden silhouette, which dissipated like fog into the air.
He looked at Xuan Lingzi with an icy gaze, the coldness in his eyes bone-chilling, as if it could freeze someone: "Now, what other tricks do you have?"
Xuan Lingzi’s face was ashen, his body swaying as if a light breeze could topple him.
He trembled as he pointed at Xu Wendong, his voice hoarse and dry like sandpaper scraping: "Who... who exactly are you?"
His eyes were filled with confusion and fear, as if at this moment he truly understood what a terrifying existence he faced.
But more than that, he felt regret.
He shouldn’t have offended Xu Wendong for the sake of a stewardship under Shangguan Hong; otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a miserable state!
If he had surrendered Shangguan Hong when Xu Wendong arrived, would the situation have escalated to this point?
