254: The Demon Ancestor was beheaded; his strength was exhausted.

Time, at this moment, seemed to slow down infinitely.

Ancestor Xuan Ming's pair of eerie green pupils reflected the gray sword light that was getting closer and clearer.

He could clearly see the Dao charm of destruction within the sword light, pure to the extreme, like the ultimate end of everything in the world.

He could even feel his soul transformation dao fruit, already riddled with cracks, trembling with primal fear under the lock of this Dao charm.

"No... no..."

Ancestor Xuan Ming let out a dry, desperate roar from his throat. He wanted to move, to escape, to burn his last Divine Soul for one final struggle.

But in front of that sword light, which severed Karma and ignored space-time, all his thoughts and actions became slow and ridiculous.

The sword light finally arrived.

It did not bring forth earth-shattering power, nor did it emit world-destroying roars.

That hazy sword light merely, ever so lightly, imprinted itself on Ancestor Xuan Ming's glabella.

More precisely, it imprinted itself upon the cracked Demonic Path Dao fruit within his body.

Buzz—

A soft hum, not belonging to the material world, resonated from the deepest part of Ancestor Xuan Ming's Divine Soul.

The madness, venom, and unwillingness on Ancestor Xuan Ming's face—all intense emotions—froze completely at this moment.

He lowered his head blankly, looking at his hands. Those demonic claws, which once stirred up boundless demonic flames and made countless beings tremble, could not even gather a trace of magic power now.

"My Dao... was actually... severed..."

Ancestor Xuan Ming muttered a dry, inhuman sound from his throat.

He could clearly feel that all his connections with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, his resonance with the Origin of the Demonic Path, and all his ties with the Dao fruit he had Cultivated for thousands of years and had long since merged with... were, under this single sword strike, completely and utterly severed from their root!

It was a feeling more terrifying than death, more despairing than the annihilation of the Divine Soul.

He, Ancestor Xuan Ming, a Demon Path Colossus who stood at the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation, overlooking all beings.

In this instant, he was cast down to the mortal world, becoming a lonely ghost with no connection to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Immediately after, his colossal demonic body, large enough to shroud a portion of the sky, began to disintegrate and dissipate inch by inch, from his fingertips to his hair ends.

It did not turn into Devilish Qi, nor did it turn into ashes.

Instead, it transformed into the purest Void Realm, as if it had never existed in this world.

The traces of his existence were being forcibly erased from this world by a more overbearing and unreasonable Law!

This Ancestor Xuan Ming, who had roamed the Endless Sea for thousands of years and was known as the number one person of the Demonic Path.

Following the Master of the Evil Nether Hall, True Monarch Fu Hai, and Demon Emperor Ao Guang, he became the fourth top-tier mighty expert to fall under Shen Yuanmo's sword!

Within the annihilation space storm, a strange silence fell.

In the distance, Ji Changkong, who was preparing to watch the tigers fight from the mountain, had his eyes wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets.

He opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound, his mind blank, having completely given up on thinking.

Dead?

Another one dead?

And the one who died was Ancestor Xuan Ming, who was at the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation, just like himself?

Ji Changkong felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown, making him feel cold all over, his hands and feet somewhat numb.

This Shen Yuanmo... what kind of monster is he?!

"Pfft!"

Just as Ancestor Xuan Ming's figure completely vanished in the Void Realm.

Shen Yuanmo could no longer hold on, and a mouthful of hot heart blood mixed with golden threads uncontrollably gushed out.

His vision went black, his legs buckled, and he actually half-knelt from mid-air, relying on the great evolution immortal slaying sword in his hand to prop himself up in the Void Realm, preventing him from completely falling.

Crack! Crack!

A groan of unbearable strain came from the battle armor on his body.

The majestic and ferocious great five elements destruction glazed armor, after enduring several fatal attacks and then forcefully supporting Shen Yuanmo to unleash this earth-shattering sword strike, finally reached the brink of collapse.

The Chaos light flowing on it completely extinguished, and terrifying cracks, like a spiderweb, spread wildly from his chest to his entire body.

The light flickered erratically, as if it would completely disintegrate into a pile of useless scrap metal in the next moment.

His Dantian, at this moment, was completely empty, so dry that not a single trace of magic power could be squeezed out.

His Divine Sense was also throbbing with pain due to excessive consumption, as if countless steel needles were stirring in his mind.

If he hadn't Cultivated the Vajra Glazed Body, which had already forged his Physical Body to be incomparably strong, he would have probably been torn to shreds by the ubiquitous spatial blade currents in this annihilation space storm the moment his magic power was exhausted.

Completely exhausted!

This time, it was truly complete exhaustion!

Shen Yuanmo gasped for breath, each inhale tugging at his internal injuries, bringing a heart-wrenching pain.

He even barely had the strength to lift his head.

This scene clearly fell into Ji Changkong's eyes.

After a brief moment of shock and fear, an unprecedented, uncontrollable surge of ecstasy, like a volcanic eruption, instantly swept over his entire body!

"Haha... hahahaha! Good! Good! Good! Heaven is truly helping me!"

Ji Changkong let out an unrestrained, almost frantic laugh, his voice echoing in the silent storm, sounding particularly harsh.

Dead!

All dead!

The Master of the Evil Nether Hall, True Monarch Fu Hai, Ao Guang, and now even the most troublesome Ancestor Xuan Ming are dead!

Now, only he, Solitary City Ye, and that equally unfathomable Old Monster Cang Xuan remain!

No!

Although Solitary City Ye's strength is formidable, he is only at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Late Stage.

Although Old Monster Cang Xuan is strong, he is only one person after all!

And he represents the entire Great Qian Immortal Dynasty!

More importantly, that Little Beast who created all these miracles, he's finally failing!

Ji Changkong saw clearly, this time, the opponent's weakness was definitely not a disguise!

That nearly shattered Dao Artifact battle armor, that dried-up magic power, that extremely listless aura, that body that couldn't even stand steadily... all of this couldn't be faked!

His successive slaying of four powerful enemies, while terrifying, had also finally forced himself into a dead end of complete exhaustion!

This fruit, stained with the fresh blood of countless powerful experts and ripe to the extreme, was finally going to be picked by him, Ji Changkong!

"Little Beast! You truly opened my eyes!"

Ji Changkong's voice was filled with the arrogance and cruelty of a victor. He walked step by step towards Shen Yuanmo, the purple-gold Human Emperor Dragon Qi swirling around him, pushing away all the surrounding spatial blade currents.

"To slay four Soul Transformation experts as a Half-step Nascent Soul, you are worthy of being recorded in history!"

"It's a pity that you calculated everything, but missed one point!"

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it! The one who laughs last will always be me!"

Ji Changkong no longer hesitated or had any scruples. He swayed, transforming into a purple-gold stream of light that tore through the darkness, carrying an overwhelming heavenly might that suppressed everything, and charged towards Shen Yuanmo, who was already kneeling on the ground, seemingly without even the strength to resist.

He wanted to end this Prodigy, who had created countless miracles, with a single blow! He wanted to completely claim the heart of chaos origin, which carried supreme good fortune!