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849: Stepping onto the steps, one bears the consequences of one's own life and death.

“Three fellow Daoists, the tea is ready. Please come up and have a cup!”

Inside the Barbarian God Hall, an ancient voice rang out, shaking heaven and earth.

Wu Xiaoying looked at the Barbarian God Hall on the mountainside and said with a faint smile, “I heard that you, old barbarian, are about to break through. You’re not planning to take us with you before you die, are you?”

This current Barbarian God possessed extraordinary talent, having entered the Half-Step Venerable Realm a thousand years ago.

For all these years, he had been suppressing his cultivation, not daring to break through easily, but now it seemed he could no longer hold it back.

For other cultivators, reaching the Venerable Realm meant becoming a living, breathing peerless powerhouse, a true ancient being, and a grand event worth celebrating by the entire clan.

However, for the Barbarian God Clan, once one entered the Venerable Realm, it meant the end of their life and cultivation, which was not a good thing at all.

The Barbarian God sighed, “Fellow Daoist Wu, you jest! I am about to break through, and I wish for all of you to witness it. Also, I want the people of my Barbarian God Hall to observe closely and summarize the experience.”

As he was about to break through, he actually had two paths he could choose from.

The first path was to sever his Dao, cut off his cultivation, and not break through. This way, he could continue to linger, but it would be difficult to change his fated outcome.

The second path was to bite the bullet and break through, seeking a sliver of hope. As long as he could find that sliver of hope, he could change the fate of the Barbarian God Clan.

And the path he intended to take was the second one, to seek that sliver of hope!

“...”

Wu Xiaoying, Di Ba Lin, and Fu Bufan exchanged glances.

The Barbarian God Clan members inexplicably perished upon entering the Venerable Realm. They were actually very curious about this matter and wanted to know the details.

If they could witness it firsthand, that would naturally be best.

Wu Xiaoying looked at Xie Weilou and the others, smiling, “There is only one way to reach the Barbarian God Hall from here, and that is to fight your way up. Once you step onto the stairs, life and death are your own responsibility.”

“As for the area above the Barbarian God Hall, it is filled with lightning. Whether you can continue upwards depends entirely on your individual strength and fortune.”

“...”

Xie Weilou and the others nodded.

“Let’s go!”

Wu Xiaoying and the other two smiled calmly, took a step, and instantly rushed towards the Barbarian God Hall; no one dared to stop them.

Buzz!

After Wu Xiaoying and the other two entered the Barbarian God Hall, eighty-one Barbarian God Clan Experts suddenly appeared on the stairs.

These were all Barbarian God Clan Divine Envoys of the Guixu Peak, not a single weak one among them.

Eighty-one Barbarian God Clan Experts at the Guixu Peak—such a lineup could naturally deter countless small fry.

Over the years, many people had tried to challenge Barbarian God Mountain, but they were crushed on these stairs before even reaching the Barbarian God Hall.

“A bunch of fools who don’t know their place, daring to challenge Barbarian God Mountain? If you dare to step onto the stairs, we will tear you to shreds.”

On the stairs, those Barbarian God Clan Divine Envoys revealed sinister smiles, their eyes extremely bloodthirsty, eager for a slaughter.

Every time someone came to challenge the mountain, they would engage in a bloody massacre.

Especially the slaughter of favored children of heaven, which was even more exhilarating; that feeling made their blood boil with intense desire.

“Mere barbarians, daring to speak so arrogantly?”

Emperor Evil smiled coldly. He conjured a long spear and directly charged towards the stairs, his Guixu Peak pressure fully erupting.

“The favored child of heaven from the Di Clan, quite interesting.”

Three Barbarian God Clan Divine Envoys exchanged glances and immediately charged at Emperor Evil.

They dared not underestimate someone from the Di Clan; they weren't fully confident in a one-on-one fight, but three against one, that was no problem.

Fu Longxiang looked at Ye Cangxiao: “Ye Cangxiao, dare to compete?”

Ye Cangxiao asked, “Compete in what?”

Fu Longxiang said, “Compete to see who can deal with more barbarians.”

He directly clenched his fists and charged at several barbarians on the stairs.

His strength was not as great as Fu Aniu, Fu Wentian, Fu Ruoxi, and others, but dealing with a few opponents of the same level should not be a big problem.

“Then let’s compete.”

A smile appeared on Ye Cangxiao’s face, and with a movement of his body, he rushed towards the stairs.

“These two are also not simple. Attack!”

Six Barbarian God Clan Divine Envoys rushed down to confront Fu Longxiang and Ye Cangxiao.

Ye Anlan looked at Xie Weilou: “Xie Weilou, how about we also have a competition? We’ll see who defeats more Divine Envoys.”

Xie Weilou smiled faintly, “Since it’s a competition, is there a prize?”

“A prize? What kind of prize do you want?”

Ye Anlan asked.

“...”

Xie Weilou assessed Ye Anlan; the Third Princess’s figure was curvaceous and very appealing.

He said with a smile, “This Xie has always had a creed: to practice the most handsome swordplay, wield the fiercest saber, drink the strongest wine, behold the most beautiful women, and caress the longest, most delicate beautiful legs! If Your Royal Highness loses, how about letting me touch your beautiful legs?”

The dignified Third Princess of the Eastern Wasteland Dynasty, whose cultivation had even reached the Extreme Gui Xu Realm, was considered a favored daughter of heaven. If he could touch those beautiful legs, it would surely be incredibly smooth and satisfying.

Ye Anlan’s expression froze. She glared at Xie Weilou: “You wish.”

With that, she directly rushed towards the stairs, not wanting to continue competing with Xie Weilou.

If she were to truly compete, she wasn't necessarily going to win, so she naturally wouldn't let Xie Weilou take advantage.

“...”

Xie Weilou smiled calmly and walked directly to the first step of the stairs.

“Get lost!”

Just as Xie Weilou stepped onto the first stair, a Barbarian God Clan Divine Envoy above immediately let out a reprimanding shout.

A wave of pressure struck, attempting to blast Xie Weilou off the stairs.

That Divine Envoy stared coldly at Xie Weilou, disdainfully saying, “A frail pretty boy, like a dying ghost, who would fall over with a gust of wind. You’re not worthy of us making a move. Get lost immediately; you are not qualified to challenge the mountain!”

Slaughtering prodigies made their blood boil, but asking them to step on ants was utterly boring.

Emperor Evil was fighting three Divine Envoys. He glanced at Xie Weilou, a hint of disdain in his eyes as well.

In his opinion, this Xie Weilou, apart from relying on treasures, had no real ability. How could such a person become famous throughout the Eastern Wilderness?

Xie Weilou looked at that Barbarian God Clan Divine Envoy with a speechless expression: “Then I’ll leave?”

“Get lost! You worm, you’re not worthy of us making a move.”

That Divine Envoy’s face was full of disdain.

The remaining Divine Envoys also stared at Xie Weilou with mocking expressions. If every ant could make them act, wouldn't they be busy to death?

“Well said!”

Xie Weilou extended his hand, and the burial flower sword appeared in his grasp.

Clang!

Without hesitation, he decisively drew his sword, and a terrifying black sword qi erupted, instantly slashing upwards along the stairs.

Boom!

Fifteen thousand steps were instantly split in half by a single sword.

That Barbarian God Clan Divine Envoy who spoke hadn't even reacted before he was directly split in two by the sword qi, blood gushing out and staining the stairs.

Wherever the sword qi passed, more than a dozen Divine Envoys were affected, their bodies crushed into a bloody mist, dying tragically on the spot.

Emperor Evil was fighting three Barbarian God Clan Divine Envoys.

When that sword qi struck, his heart tightened, and he quickly tried to dodge, but he was still a step too late; one of his arms was instantly severed, blood splattering out...

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