Chapter 4184

Zhu Yangchi was shocked. He stared at the Taiyou Sacred Sword, his heart pounding violently. He could clearly sense the aura of death on the sword.

The sword was too dangerous, enough to threaten his life.

Zhu Yangchi roared and stopped bothering Zhuowen. He quickly retreated.

"Slash!"

Zhuowen hovered in the air and looked coldly at Zhu Yangchi. He pinched the sword fingers on his right hand and slashed down.

The Taiyou Saint Sword turned into a streak of sword light and descended from the sky, landing heavily on Zhu Yangchi's head.

Zhu Yangchi could not dodge and could only use the Qian Kun World to block in front of him.

Boom!

The sword light soared into the sky, its power shattering the void. The moment it landed on the Qian Kun World, it completely shook it.

The Universal World was on the verge of collapse. Then, it completely collapsed, turning into countless energy fragments.

Under Zhu Yangchi's fearful gaze, the sword light turned into a ray of light and completely pierced through Zhu Yangchi's forehead.

Zhu Yangchi stared at Zhuowen. His soul was completely crushed by the Taiyou Sacred Sword, and he fell from the sky with his eyes wide open.

When his body finally hit the ground, it was torn apart and turned into countless fine powder. He couldn't be more dead.

Countless cultivators in the Divine City were petrified. They were so quiet that it was a mess.

They stared at the disappearing body of Zhu Yangchi. Their mouths were agape, but no words came out.

Originally, Ling Xinghai had been standing between Zhuo Wen and God City with his arms crossed across his chest. But now, the playful smile on his face had long since disappeared. Instead, it was replaced with shock and deep fear.

Zhu Yangchi was dead, just like that.

Ling Xinghai suddenly felt a sharp gaze directed at him.

His neck stiffened as he slowly raised his head to look at Zhuo Wen. Zhuo Wen was staring coldly at him, grinning at him.

Ling Xinghai's hair stood on end. He couldn't help but take dozens of steps back.

"Ling Xinghai!

Now it's your turn! "Zhuowen slowly walked towards Ling Xinghai, his calm voice reverberating between heaven and earth.

Ling Xinghai's face was gloomy. He retreated again and again, and said with some resentment, "You hid your cultivation. You are really shrewd!

If not for Brother Zhu's carelessness, how could you have killed him so easily?! "

Zhuowen's footsteps did not stop as he said casually, "Ling Xinghai, haven't I already told you?

Neither one of you is qualified to fight me!

If you join forces, you might just be qualified! "

"However, you didn't listen to my opinion and insisted on fighting me one-on-one. Therefore, your deaths are not worth regretting!"

Ling Xinghai's face was gloomy as he said in a low voice, "Zhuowen, let's talk!

If you let us go, I'll immediately withdraw from the Huxun Realm with my army and give you my Purple Mirage's treasury! "

Zhuowen wasn't surprised by Ling Xinghai's surrender. He just shook his head and said with a smile, "I can only show you mercy once. If you miss it, you've missed it!"

"Today, you and your army will die here!"

Ling Xinghai's face changed drastically. He suddenly shouted, "Everyone, listen to my order. Kill this kid together. I will reward you handsomely after this!"

As soon as Ling Xinghai's words left his mouth, the fifty thousand strong army of the Purple Illusion Clan rushed over in unison, and a series of terrifying attacks were launched towards Zhuo Wen.

"How despicable! Ling Xinghai was deliberately stalling for time just now. In fact, he was secretly communicating with the fifty thousand soldiers to encircle Senior Brother Zhuo!"

Inside Huxun Divine City, Sa Mei couldn't help but curse when she saw this scene.

Countless cultivators in Huxun Divine City also cursed Ling Xinghai for being despicable and shameless. He went back on his word and even mobilized his army to encircle Zhuowen.

Ling Xinghai naturally didn't have time to pay attention to the curses in Huxun Divine City. After the fifty thousand soldiers launched their attack, he also launched a thunderous attack, hoping to completely destroy Zhuowen under this joint attack.

Ling Xinghai summoned the Qiankun World. Mysterious starlight swept out from the Qiankun World and poured into Zhuowen's head like rivers flowing into the sea.

At the same time, the attacks of the fifty thousand soldiers swept over and landed heavily on Zhuowen's body.

Immediately, with Zhuo Wen at the center, the area within a radius of several thousand kilometers was filled with multicolored light. Afterwards, terrifying explosions rang out endlessly.

"Kill!"

Ling Xinghai roared, and the army of fifty thousand rushed over. Not long after the attack was launched, they rushed towards Zhuo Wen to kill him.

But soon, Ling Xinghai was shocked to find that the fifty thousand soldiers exploded into clouds of blood mist as soon as they came within a few hundred feet of Zhuowen.

He also finally found that a few hundred feet away from Zhuowen, the brilliance of formation runes was circulating and emitting a terrifying aura.

These formation runes were like a meat grinder. As long as the fifty thousand soldiers came close, they would be crushed into powder.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand soldiers were unknowingly crushed into powder by these dense formation runes. No one knew whether they were dead or alive.

The remaining forty thousand soldiers were scared out of their wits. They didn't dare to charge forward and retreated.

"Since you're here, don't leave!"

An indifferent voice came from the core of the explosion. The densely packed formation runes rushed out like swimming fish, completely enveloping the army of forty thousand.

Inside the endless formation runes, screams rose and fell. A large number of cultivators were crushed by the formation runes at every moment.

A figure floated out from the explosion. He was surrounded by a powerful divine sword that shielded him from the terrifying energy of the explosion.

"So … so powerful!

This is Master Zhuo's real strength! "

In the Divine City of Hexu, countless cultivators stared at the slender figure walking out of the explosion with burning admiration in their eyes.

This moment, this figure, would be unforgettable and engraved in their hearts.

Ling Xinghai was completely scared out of his wits. He couldn't care less about his fifty thousand soldiers. Like a stray dog, he fled into the distance.

"Ling Xinghai, you can't escape either!"

Zhuowen looked at Ling Xinghai's back. He used two fingers of his right hand as a sword and pointed at his forehead. His powerful Spirit condensed into the shape of a sword that was dozens of feet long.

He flicked his finger, and the huge Spirit Sword Intent broke through the air and disappeared into the distance.

The Spirit was much faster than the body. The Spirit Sword Intent was formed by the Spirit. It was so fast that even the Taiyou Sacred Sword couldn't compare to it.

Moreover, Zhuowen's Spirit had already reached the peak of the Great Tribulation of Universe. The Spirit Sword Intent he created now was so powerful that even a peak Great Tribulation of Universe expert's Spirit would be severely injured if they took it head-on.

Ling Xinghai was only at the late stage of the Great Tribulation of Universe. How could he withstand Zhuowen's terrifying Spirit Sword Intent?