Thud!

A punch from the Warmspring Marquis slammed into Tang Jie’s back, the immense power within causing Tang Jie to stagger.

“Hahahaha, Tang Jie, you will die today!” the Warmspring Marquis bellowed.

No matter what the future of Godhead Palace was, at least they would be able to kill the culprit that had put them on the road to ruin. This result was enough to have them laughing down to the underworld.

This was perhaps why Godhead Palace was so fearless in its assault, and why Chu Xitong had mustered so many forces.

By entering the formation, Tang Jie had put all the pressure on himself, inadvertently helping the Seven Absolutions Sect, making it easier for them to break the formation.

But Tang Jie had no energy to spare to quibble over such things.

He had come in to seize the Divine Will Golden Body, but he had been surrounded and stalled before he could even get out of the formation. He had to admit that the person who had arranged all of this was quite capable, and that his own ability to draw hatred was too good.

In his unmerged form, Tang Jie’s avatar couldn’t use the Reflections of Floating Life or the Infinite Palace.

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Since entering Violet Palace, he had rarely wanted to kill so badly.

The higher one went, the more indifferent and composed the mind became. Intense emotions faded and the desire to kill grew faint.

But this didn’t mean that the mighty and powerful wouldn’t kill.

A sovereign’s fury could have blood flowing across a thousand kilometers, and an Immortal’s wrath could plunge the world into darkness.

When Tang Jie wanted to start a battle, an entire sect could perish.

If Tang Jie wanted to kill someone, then nobody he saw would survive.

Surrounded by enemies, Tang Jie roared, “Since you want to die, I’ll give you your wish!”

His eyes flashed.

Flesh Millstone, turn!

Heavenly Calamity Blades, fall!

Mother Cloud puppet, go!

Bean soldiers, to arms!

He began to use his powerful spell arts.

These spell arts were even more powerful than before, going beyond spell arts and becoming Divine Connections.

His Divine Will was linked to the world, allowing these great arts to manifest through nature!

With a single thought, the air exploded with lightning.

Crescent blades began to fall from the skies, still 81 of them, still trailing chains, still wreathed in fire and lightning, but they exuded a completely different air.

It was a more solemn and majestic aura, more awe-inspiring and powerful.

In the past, the Nine Heavens Calamity Blades came down like a rain of blades, but now, they felt like they truly represented the wrath of the heavens, their sword of punishment.

They truly embodied the power of heavenly calamities.

As the Nine Heavens Calamity Blades descended, they possessed a supreme power that could obliterate all. This was a true Divine Connection, able to sweep away and crush all before it.

There was no resisting this sort of attack, only evading.

But while the world was vast, the people of Godhead Palace had nowhere to run.

The majestic blades rained down, and though there were only 81 of them, they kept coming back, over and over.

One Godhead Palace disciple after another was cut down, executed, and exterminated by the blades!

Everything for five hundred feet around Tang Jie was turned to dust. Only the chiefs reacted quickly enough to retreat in time from this horrifying zone, their faces pale from fright.

But this was only the beginning.

As the Heavenly Calamity Blades passed, a crimson light emerged from Tang Jie.

The Flesh Millstone.

The Flesh Millstone was a spell art that Tang Jie had accidentally gained in the Blood River Domain, and its greatest attribute was that it was linked to his blood and could innately be thought cast. It was also the only Divine Connection Tang Jie had grasped before Violet Palace.

The Flesh Millstone was even more powerful now that he was at Violet Palace, becoming a mobile barrier that was able to both attack and defend.

The rain of blades had cleared out all the Godhead Palace cultivators around him, and Tang Jie now strode forward. This time, he was no longer being careful, instead fully unleashing the Flesh Millstone, letting it absorb the blood of all the dead around him before letting it roll forward, triggering countless traps along the way.

But most of these traps were ground to nothing by the Flesh Millstone, and Tang Jie resolved the few that got through by other means.

The chiefs were stunned. Although they had known that Tang Jie was powerful, seeing this power made them feel helpless.

This was the absolute difference in cultivation level, the overwhelming difference in power and speed leaving one feeling helpless.

But far away in the small courtyard, Chu Xitong frowned. “Strange.”

She could see what others could not. Moreover, Tang Jie was going to fight the Soul Projection Jewel Immortal Sovereign in twenty years. Although Tang Jie had showed some impressive strength, it was still far from that of the Jewel Immortal Sovereign. Chu Xitong estimated that Tang Jie was half as powerful as her.

What was going on here? Was he hiding his strength? Chu Xitong hesitated and became reluctant to use some of her prepared back-up plans.

Meanwhile, Tang Jie had also summoned the Mother Cloud combat puppet and the bean soldiers.

These powerful allies battled the Godhead Palace cultivators on Tang Jie’s behalf, allowing Tang Jie to advance. He hastened his way through the formation, the Flesh Millstone constantly turning. He didn’t care how much of its power he wasted so long as he could maintain his pace.

Chu Xitong could sense Tang Jie’s concern, but she continued to wonder why Tang Jie was in such a rush.

At this moment, an old granny next to her suddenly said, “Young Lady, the Godhead’s Divine Will isn’t going to last much longer.”

Chu Xitong raised her head in shock and saw that the Godhead’s manifestation was flickering and showing signs of disarray.

As expected, the Godhead’s Divine Will alone was not enough to stop the Seven Absolutions Sect.

Although she had known this would be the outcome, she still felt a sense of regret.

At this moment, she noticed that Tang Jie had gotten even faster, pushing through the golden flames and advancing at full speed, going from a stroll to a sprint.

Chu Xitong cried out in realization, “The Divine Will Golden Body! He’s after the Divine Will Golden Body!”

Pointing a slender finger at Tang Jie, Chu Xitong shouted, “Cultivators of Godhead, hear my orders! Stop Tang Jie at any cost! Don’t let him take away the golden body!”

Chu Xitong drew back her hand, dismissing the screen, and then she walked out of the courtyard.

“Young Lady, where are you going?” the old granny shouted.

Chu Xitong’s face hardened. “There is still no news from the palace master and the Aspirational Lord, but there are spiritual shockwaves in the distance, which show that they are still locked in a tough battle. My Godhead Palace is facing its greatest crisis in history and is highly likely to cease existing today. Tang Jie plots to obtain the foundation of my Godhead Palace, so even if Godhead Palace perishes, he cannot have his way. I am going to the ancestral hall to protect the golden body. If things don’t go well, I would rather destroy the golden body than let Tang Jie get his desire.”

She headed toward the ancestral hall, completely abandoning the battle. In any case, everything was in chaos, and what kept everyone going was no longer tactics, but blood and guts, the courage of a warrior and an unbending will!

As Chu Xitong walked away, Tang Jie was caught in a tough battle.

The cultivators of Godhead Palace rushed in from all sides, attacking him with no thought for their own lives, using their lives to attack, forcing Tang Jie to constantly cast spell arts and giving him no time to rest.

Even with the ocean of spiritual energy an Infant Tending cultivator possessed and the ability to thought cast, this deluge of suicidal attacks was very agitating, and he still had to deal with the constant threat of the formation’s golden winds.

As he confronted this terrifying assault, Tang Jie knew that he had kicked the beehive. It seemed like the people of Godhead Palace loathed him to their core, wanting nothing more than to kill him.

Shit, in running into the formation, I gave the Seven Absolutions Sect a big hand.

Did those guys also account for this in their calculations?

The world was home to many talented individuals, so it wouldn’t be strange if someone had actually calculated this outcome.

Tang Jie didn’t have time to consider it and could only charge forward as fast as he could.

The Flesh Millstone gradually began to falter after all the attacks and use, the Pale Cloud Flame and Deicide Flame combined didn’t have time to burn all his foes, the starlight of the Mother Cloud puppet had dimmed, and even the bean soldiers had suffered grievous losses—little Tang Dou’s voice was wracked with sorrow.

A desperate battle!

A difficult journey drenched in blood.

Tang Jie had never imagined the full power of an organization gone mad, but now, he was getting the full experience.

For a hundred years, he hadn’t really killed anyone or participated in violence. He had thought that he had bidden farewell to those bloody days.

But in today’s battle, Tang Jie had already taken more than a thousand lives.

Even Tang Jie couldn’t help but shiver at how many people he had killed.

The dense spiritual rain falling from the sky was turned to steam before it could hit the ground. Spiritual energy surged here and there, golden winds blazed, aggressive shouts could be heard all around, and he was surrounded by enemies on all sides!

Tang Jie felt a hint of tiredness.

He found it somewhat hard to move.

He was at Violet Palace, but he was still a human.

No matter how powerful he was, when faced with this sort of endless assault, he could still feel tired.

As his progress started to slow, Chu Xitong’s final move made its appearance.

It was a cultivator holding a longbow, young and handsome brimming with confidence.

His name was Fu Yingjie, and he had once been acknowledged as the most outstanding member of Godhead Palace’s younger generation. (Last mentioned in Chapter 483)

Several hundred years had passed, and a rising star was now a supporting pillar of Godhead Palace—he was the newly-appointed Hawk King.

Standing on Godhead Mountain, as he watched Tang Jie kill his way through the formation, he muttered, “Tang Jie, today is the day you die!”

He raised the longbow.

It was an extremely long bow, its body made entirely of black wood. Its surface was covered in numerous carvings, and if one looked closely, one would realize that they were Dao Runes.

A Dao armament!

A Dao armament that Jin Wuyu’s group had not brought with them.

The Cloudsplinter Bow!

Fu Yingjie raised the bow and placed his fingers on the bowstring. As he began to pull the string back, a small golden arrow appeared on the bowstring.

He took aim at the distant Tang Jie, resolve appearing on his face.

The Dao Runes on the Cloudsplinter Bow began to light up.

With each glowing Dao Rune, Fu Yingjie became slightly older.

The Cloudsplinter Bow grew brighter and brighter, and Fu Yingjie grew older and older, turning into a decrepit old man. But the hands on the bow remained firm.

At that moment, Tang Jie felt a hint of danger and looked to the distance.

Looking into Tang Jie’s eyes, Fu Yingjie smiled. “Die!”

Pouring in the last of his lifeforce, Fu Yingjie released the bowstring.

Twang!

The golden arrow shot toward Tang Jie.

Fu Yingjie’s grip loosened.

The Cloudsplinter Bow fell to the ground, and Fu Yingjie dissolved into dust.

He had used all of his life force to loose this single arrow!

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