133: Chapter 133 My legs went numb; the power of the Dao Ancestor's stomp!

High above the vast sky, thousands of sword chimes merged into one.

It was not the sound of ordinary iron clashing, but the resonant Dao sound produced by the Geng Metal killing Qi condensing to its extreme and slicing through the Void Realm.

Every energy sword hanging in the sky flowed with complex and ancient killing runes; wherever the sword tips pointed, the space below had already solidified, and even the light was twisted by that incomparable sharpness.

The destructive pressure was so heavy that the air turned into a viscous substance like molten iron, tightly imprisoning everything within a ten-foot radius of Su Changge.

A speck of dust, a fallen leaf, were all frozen in mid-air under this power, then silently decomposed into the most primitive particles.

With just a single thought from Qian Tong, this rain of swords, capable of shaving ten thousand fathoms off an ancient sacred mountain and evaporating a thousand-mile great lake in one strike, would transform into divine punishment and crash down with a roar.

Inside the ghost bone boat, the dim light reflected the twisted and excited faces of the Ten Yama Kings.

They held their breath, their pupils reflecting that brilliant sky of swords, their blood boiling with the desire for extreme slaughter.

In their long careers as assassins, they had never seen such a grand, such a decisive killing Formation.

Once this Formation appeared, it meant the end.

Qian Tong stood at the bow of the boat, hands behind his back, his robes flapping loudly in the currents stirred by the Formation.

The blood-red light in his eyes had receded, replaced by a bottomless indifference.

It was the final scrutiny of a chess player looking down at the board, at the piece about to be crushed.

He had even begun to conceptualize how, after grinding this Qingyun Sect head disciple to dust, he would demand a "compensation" from the Qingyun Sect sufficient to fully restore the vitality of the Yama Palace.

The fall of a peerless Genius had an immeasurable value.

However, at the very last moment before the tension broke and everything was extinguished, the "chess piece" destined to be crushed by the torrent of history made a move that caught all onlookers off guard.

The figure on the ox's back, who had been calm and composed, suddenly twisted in an extremely ungraceful manner.

He frowned deeply, as if enduring some great pain, moving clumsily on the broad and gentle back of the ox, destroying the leisurely picture of harmony with heaven and earth.

"Ouch..." A low, gasping sound, filled with a touch of unbearable pain, clearly penetrated the Formation and reached the ears of everyone inside the ghost bone boat.

Having maintained one posture for too long, Su Changge felt as if his right leg no longer belonged to him.

It was an extremely strange sensation; starting from the ankle, a current of sour numbness flowed upward, and wherever it passed, his flesh seemed to turn into stiff, rotten wood, losing all sensation.

Immediately after, countless fine, invisible needle tips emerged from the depths of his bone marrow, crazily gnawing at his meridians, bringing waves of teeth-aching, stinging pain.

"Old Yellow, stop, stop for a moment." He reached out and tapped the thick back of the Old Yellow Ox beneath him with some urgency.

The Old Yellow Ox heard this, and its massive body stopped its steps with extreme agility, not raising a speck of dust.

It slowly turned its head, its eyes, as deep as ancient pools, gazing at its master on its back.

There was not a hint of impatience in its gaze, only a gentleness and inquiry that had experienced thousands of lifetimes of Reincarnation.

Su Changge, however, had no time to appreciate the Old Yellow Ox's spirituality at this moment.

He slid down from the ox's back in a somewhat disheveled manner, his left foot standing firmly on the dark red ground soaked in resentful blood, while his right foot hung in mid-air, beginning to shake crazily without regard for his image.

"Hiss... this feeling is truly killing me." He complained while shaking his leg, baring his teeth, completely unaware of the sky of swords above his head that was enough to make even a Soul Transformation Cultivator despair.

This bizarre scene caused all the assassins inside the ghost bone boat to fall into a brief mental stagnation.

"What... is he doing?" one Yama King spoke subconsciously, his voice dry.

"Death is imminent, and he still has the leisure to stretch his muscles? How arrogant is this! Or could it be that he has gone mad?"

Qian Tong's indifferent expression finally showed a crack.

He frowned deeply, and an indescribable irritability and unease sprouted from the depths of his Dao Heart without warning.

No.

The development of events had spiraled out of his control.

This was not the anger of a trap being discovered, nor was it the provocation of prey playing tricks.

It was a more fundamental... sense of displacement.

It was like a tiger setting up a certain-kill trap, preparing to pounce on a sheep, but the sheep was dozing off in front of it as if no one else was there.

This was not contempt, but complete and utter disregard.

The opponent was simply not within the "hunting" rules he had set!

This premonition of danger originating from the unknown made warning bells ring loudly in Qian Tong's heart.

"No matter what devious tricks he is playing! Under such momentum, all gimmicks are illusions! Kill him for me!"

He could no longer maintain that composure and used all his strength to let out a final roar.

His Divine Thought turned into a death talisman, piercing fiercely into the core of the Formation, intending to instantly detonate that rain of thousands of swords!

But, it was too late.

On the ground, Su Changge found that just shaking his leg had very little effect.

That piercing, bone-deep numbness, like a venomous snake coiled deep in the crook of his leg, stubbornly refused to retreat.

"Looks like I need to use some force." He frowned and muttered to himself.

Immediately, he slightly lifted his still-numb right leg and stomped it heavily onto the solid ground beneath his feet.

This was just a completely ordinary action, subconsciously performed by an ordinary person after their leg went numb, in order to get their blood circulating quickly.

But at the very moment his sole made contact with the earth, the mechanical prompt tone in Su Changge's mind, which had been silent for a long time and devoid of any emotion, suddenly rang out.

【Detected that the Host has performed an offensive action: Stomp.】

【Matching the strongest special effect based on the current scene...】

【Special effect matched successfully — Trample the High Heavens!】

Boom!!!

In Su Changge's own perception, there was only a slight tremor beneath his feet, and the ground raised a small circle of dust, shaking his numb leg and causing another wave of discomfort.

But in the eyes of Qian Tong and the others high above the sky, what they witnessed was an apocalyptic scene capable of freezing and collapsing their Divine Soul, Dao Heart, and even their very existence!

That foot landed.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no rumbling of landslides or tsunamis.

There was only a crisp, teeth-aching cracking sound.

"Crack!"

This sound did not come from the outside world; it ignored space and distance and exploded directly in the deepest part of the Divine Soul of everyone inside the ghost bone boat!

That was the final cry of the fundamental Laws of their "Nine Nether Ultimate Killing Array," which they relied on to run rampant in the world and prided themselves on, as it was erased from the root by an indescribable great power!

Taking the landing point of that green-robed figure as the absolute origin, a ripple invisible to the naked eye spread in all directions.

Wherever the ripples passed, the indestructible, world-isolating Formation barrier was instantly covered with spiderweb-like dark cracks!

Immediately after, the ground for ten miles around sank downward suddenly without any warning!

Deep, bottomless black ravines, like an awakened ancient Dragon of the earth, were crazily tearing apart the land, spreading hideously towards the end of the canyon.

The dark red molten lava from the Earth's core was squeezed out from the depths of the core by this unimaginable great force, breaking through the heavy constraints of the Earth's crust and transforming into scorching fire pillars hundreds of feet high, erupting towards the sky!

The eerie crimson light instantly dyed the gray, decaying sky formed by the Formation into a sea of purgatory fire.

Those energy nodes hidden in the Void Realm, densely packed like stars, used to maintain the operation of the Formation and connect the Evil Qi of the Earth's meridians, were ridiculously fragile in the face of this unrivaled power.

They didn't even have time to flash their final light before, under the sweeping of the ripples, they were annihilated one after another with "puffs."

There was no energy dissipation, no spatial fluctuation; they just disappeared into thin air, as if they had never existed in this space-time.

And that rain of thousands of swords hanging high in the sky, ready to harvest all life, bore the brunt of it.

They didn't even get the chance to pour down.

The Laws of heaven and earth that constituted the Formation had collapsed, and the energy source supporting their existence had been erased.

One by one, the energy swords flickering with the cold light of death were torn and twisted in the violent spatial torrent, and the killing runes engraved on the sword bodies shattered inch by inch.

Finally, they lost their form, turning into bright Geng Metal light spots across the sky, and under the illumination of the red molten fire, they completely dissipated into nothingness like a grand and tragic firework display.

The mountains were collapsing, the earth was splitting, the sky was falling, and fire was surging!

The "Nine Nether Ultimate Killing Array," which Qian Tong had spent a century of the Yama Palace's accumulation, used countless Heaven And Earth Treasure and three thousand wronged souls to meticulously construct, and was confident enough to kill a Late Stage Soul Transformation expert, was not even worth as much as paper under this stomp.

No, it wasn't even "broken," but "trampled" to pieces.

From the level of the Laws, from the root of existence, it was completely ground into powder!

Su Changge finished stomping his foot and finally felt that deadly sour numbness slowly recede with the surge of blood, his whole body feeling comfortable.

He let out a long, satisfied breath.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the "world-turning" scene around him—this was the magnificent picture presented by the System special effect for him alone.

The earth was torn apart, erupting lava was everywhere, and the sky was burned to look like the evening glow, gorgeous and incomparable.

"Strange..." He scratched his head, not understanding, his face full of pure bewilderment, and muttered softly.

"The construction quality in these mountains is too poor, right? Is it tofu dregs project?"