412: Chapter 412 Absolute Crushing! Slaying the God Lord and the Underworld Emperor with One Hand

Shattered spatial fragments fell from the high sky like scattering transparent hail, smashing onto the barren plains below and carving out bottomless black cracks.

The God Lord and the Nether Emperor were forced to fall out of the Void Realm.

These two supreme existences, who had ruled the Myriad Realms Battlefield for countless eras, now had their holy halos and nether Death Qi looking utterly disheveled.

For the first time, their faces, which had always been aloof and high above, showed undisguised terror and resentment.

Their retreat was completely cut off.

The only path left before them was a fight to the death.

"Xu Chen! Do you really intend to drive us to extinction?!"

The God Lord steadied his figure in mid-air, his golden divine staff pointing directly at Xu Chen.

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the young new Emperor in moon-white brocade robes opposite him, his voice filled with a fierce yet cowardly madness.

"A battle of Emperors can easily destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth! If you force us into a mutually destructive path, then today, this million-mile radius of the Myriad Realms Battlefield, along with the family members in your Xu Family base, will all be buried with us!"

The Nether Emperor's illusory body also began to expand crazily, and the grim reaper scythe in his hand erupted with a buzzing sound that tore at the Soul.

"Young brat, no matter how deep your foundation is, you have only just achieved the Dao today! Do you really think you can finish us off with our hundred thousand years of foundation?!"

Facing the desperate counterattack and threats of mutual destruction from the two veteran Emperors, Xu Chen's expression remained without a ripple.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Wu Mingkong beside him.

The peerless Empress, draped in a bright yellow dragon robe, understood immediately.

Her red lips curled slightly, giving Xu Chen a reassuring look, and she stepped on the Void Realm with lotus steps, retreating to the front of Su Qingge and the other harem beauties.

Majestic imperial Dragon Qi poured out from her body, transforming into an indestructible golden barrier, firmly protecting the Xu Family base and all his confidantes within it.

With no more worries behind him.

Xu Chen turned around slowly, facing the two Myriad Realms overlords ahead who were bracing themselves for the enemy.

He raised the right hand that had been pointing diagonally at the ground.

In his palm, the jet-black zhu xian sword embryo, exuding an ancient and vast aura, let out a clear sword chime that shook the nine heavens.

The vast spiritual power of the Emperor Realm, like a bursting ocean, was poured into the sword body without reservation.

The blood-colored patterns on the surface of the sword embryo fully awakened at this moment, lighting up with a piercing red glow like breathing blood vessels.

An aura of slaughter, exclusive to an extreme dao imperial weapon, illuminated the sky within a hundred thousand miles into a blood-red hue.

"A hundred thousand years of foundation?"

Xu Chen's voice was very soft, yet it clearly penetrated the obstacles of space, landing in the ears of every living being.

"Before this Emperor's sword, a hundred thousand years is nothing more than a pile of dry bones."

In the instant the words fell, Xu Chen moved.

He simply gripped the sword handle and, from top to bottom, swung the sword with one hand towards the direction of the God Lord and the Nether Emperor.

Grass Character Sword Art!

This supreme sword Divine Ability, after Xu Chen stepped into the Emperor Realm, finally revealed its true world-destroying edge.

A phantom of a verdant green blade of grass condensed and formed on the tip of Xu Chen's sword.

The grass looked weak, but as it swayed in the wind, it exuded a supreme Sword Intent capable of severing the sun, moon, and stars, and splitting the river of eras.

"Shhh—!"

A purple-gold sword light, ten thousand zhang long, burst forth from that phantom blade of grass.

Wherever the sword light passed, time stagnated and space shattered.

All Laws, Formation runes, and even the Chaos Qi in the world were forcefully erased by this pure, violent Sword Intent.

That was not cutting, but complete annihilation.

The God Lord and the Nether Emperor watched the purple-gold sword light rapidly enlarge in their pupils, feeling the fatal threat that could destroy their Divine Soul entirely.

"Fight him to the death!"

The God Lord's eyes were splitting with rage; he bit his tongue on the spot and sprayed a mouthful of Emperor essence blood onto the golden divine staff in his hand.

"Divine Kingdom Descend! Ten Thousand Gods Protect!"

Accompanied by his hoarse roar, a vast, boundless illusory Divine Kingdom, radiating billions of holy golden lights, boomed into existence above his head.

Within the Divine Kingdom, countless winged divine phantoms were chanting, converging into an indestructible shield of faith.

The Nether Emperor also held nothing back.

He directly ignited half of his Emperor Dao Origin.

His body, wrapped in Death Qi, exploded and transformed into a nether river flowing with countless vengeful Souls and corpses.

The water of the long river rolled up into the sky, intertwining with the golden Divine Kingdom to form an absolute defense capable of withstanding a full-force blow from an Emperor.

The desperate trump cards of the two veteran Emperors were certainly not weak.

The million-strong God-Nether Alliance below, looking at that Divine Kingdom and the nether river, saw the light of hope ignite in their eyes once again.

In their view, such a world-destroying defense could not be broken in a single blow, even if an ancient Immortal descended to the world.

The purple-gold sword light arrived.

It was like a red-hot Sharp Weapon cutting into a piece of fragile butter.

The golden Divine Kingdom, which the God Lord had placed high hopes on and claimed was protected by ten thousand gods, could not even withstand a single breath the moment it touched the sword light, and was neatly split in half right down the middle.

The countless divine phantoms within the Divine Kingdom, under this destructive Sword Intent, did not even let out a wail before they turned into light rain scattering across the sky.

"No—!"

The God Lord only had time to let out a desperate scream.

The sword light swept past.

The extreme dao divine staff in his hand snapped at the root from the middle, and together with his Emperor Physical Body that had been tempered for a hundred thousand years, vanished into ashes within the purple-gold sword light.

The nether river was also directly severed and evaporated by the Laws of destruction mixed within the sword light.

The Nether Emperor's Emperor Origin core, condensed from Death Qi, dashed frantically left and right in the Void Realm, attempting to escape this death trap.

Xu Chen stood in place, not moving even half an inch.

He glanced coldly at the fleeing Origin core, raised his left hand, and clenched his five fingers abruptly.

"Bang."

Space collapsed over a large area.

The Nether Emperor's Origin core was tightly gripped by an invisible Emperor Dao power and was directly crushed into a cluster of pitch-black light spots.

Body and Soul were both destroyed.

Dead silence.

A silence like death.

The million-strong God-Nether Alliance stared blankly at the empty high sky.

The two Emperor commanders who were issuing orders and preparing for a desperate fight just a moment ago did not even leave behind a single bone fragment at this moment.

Among the great army, no one knew who was the first to drop the Sharp Weapon in their hands.

That crisp sound of metal hitting the ground was like a signal, triggering a chain reaction like falling dominoes.

"Clang! Clang!"

Countless divine weapons and Sharp Weapons fell to the ground.

The million-strong army's knees went weak, and they completely collapsed on the barren plains, losing even the courage to look up and face that moon-white figure.

A breeze blew past.

Xu Chen casually twirled the sword, making a sword flower, and retracted the zhu xian sword embryo into his storage space.

He gently flicked off the non-existent dust on his brocade robes.

Deep in his mind, the silent System panel unfolded soundlessly.

[Detected that the host has killed two enemy Emperor Realm leaders.]

[Automatically stripped the God Race Emperor Origin (complete) and the Nether Race Emperor Origin (complete).]

Two Origin light orbs, emitting a soft halo, emerged from the Void Realm where the God Lord and the Nether Emperor had fallen, transforming into two streams of light that disappeared into Xu Chen's sleeves.

Such Emperor-level Origin could no longer bring a direct leap in Realm for the current Xu Chen, but it was an supreme treasure rarely found in the world, perfect for rewarding the Elders under him or taking home to nourish the bodies of his beloved wives.

After finishing all this, Xu Chen turned around and walked through the air towards the direction of the Xu Family base.

The Formation barrier that Wu Mingkong had opened had already been withdrawn.

Su Qingge, Luo Hongyi, Nangong Waner, and others, as well as the mother and daughter Ye Jiayin, had long been waiting expectantly in the square.

Looking at the man returning like a Heavenly God descending to earth, this group of peerless Prodigies who were usually majestic and imposing in the outside world, had eyes full of worship and infatuation.

"Husband, that sword strike of yours just now was simply too domineering!"

Long Aoxue was the first to rush up.

She didn't care how many eyes were watching, throwing herself directly into Xu Chen's arms, her pair of ice-blue Dragon horns rubbing affectionately against Xu Chen's chest.

Tuoba You clenched her small fists, bouncing around on the side with an excited face; if Ji Qingyun hadn't been holding her, this super-strong girl would probably have shattered the white jade floor tiles of the square.

Xu Chen caught Long Aoxue steadily, pinched her Dragon horns in passing, and surrounded by his confidantes, swaggered towards the direction of the main hall.

At this moment, the red sun on the horizon was slowly descending.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the white jade city walls of the Xu Family base, and also onto the devastated ruins of the Myriad Realms Battlefield.

The evening breeze still carried a heavy smell of blood.