73: When the Immortal Executioner appeared, all beings were astonished.

Another hundred thousand years passed.

The war between the three clans had entered a fever pitch.

Endless calamity qi had submerged the entire battlefield, forming thick calamity clouds in the Primordial World.

The Great Calamity had reached its climax.

Under the combined influence of calamity qi and Devilish Qi, those Cultivators of the three clans who could still maintain their sanity gradually became bloodthirsty and tyrannical.

Every strike was with full power; they fought not just for superiority, but to settle life and death.

Countless beings fell on the battlefield, further intensifying the explosion of calamity qi. The remaining Cultivators of the three clans carried their respective hatreds, vowing to slaughter the others to the last.

Of the Nine Sons of the Dragon, six had already died in battle; among the eight Dragon Lords, more than half were dead or injured.

Seeing the situation had spiraled completely out of control, Zu Long could no longer restrain himself. He personally entered the fray, charging into the Qilin Clan's battle Formation.

Driven by the calamity qi, Zu Long's strength had reached the Late Stage of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

His massive True Dragon body blotted out the sun and sky.

Roars of dragon fury shook the heavens and earth, echoing throughout the Primordial World.

They were filled with anger, resentment, and ambition, tinged with sorrow and self-reproach, yet he never retreated.

"Come, I know you have been waiting for me for a long time."

"Come at me together!"

Following his challenge, two figures responded in unison.

The Qilin Clan Clan Chief, the First Qilin, and the Feather Clan Sovereign, Ling Ming, manifested their dao rhyme.

Seeing these two, Zu Long's eyes nearly split from rage. Dragon breath spewed forth, his voice like exploding thunder.

"You finally deign to show yourselves!"

The earth trembled as the First Qilin stepped through the air.

His figure was as burly as a mountain, his jade-like scales covered in slight cracks, yet he still exuded a heavy aura that suppressed the earth.

In those amber eyes, there was both regret for the war and a stubborn refusal to bow his head.

"Zu Long... this battle should not have come to this."

Zu Long snorted coldly, ignoring him.

This old Qilin said one thing but did another behind his back; he was the least trustworthy.

The Nine Heavens Astral Wind suddenly rose, and the Thunderbird Ling Ming descended with a flap of his wings.

His wings spread like clouds hanging from the sky, every feather pulsing with purple lightning.

His once proud head was now slightly lowered, eyes flickering with pain and determination.

"No need for more words, let there be a battle!"

Zu Long let out a sorrowful dragon roar, "Well said! Today, either you die, or I perish!"

The First Qilin roared to the heavens, his front hooves trampling down heavily as the phantoms of nine mountains appeared behind him.

He had actually mastered the ability to activate the Formation individually.

The Nine Mountains phantoms locked down the surrounding battlefield, and he forcibly merged the power of the earth's ley lines.

"Nine Mountains Dragon Locking Formation, Lock!" the First Qilin roared.

In an instant, the nine mountains collectively released a heavy pressure, bearing down ruthlessly on Zu Long.

Chains emerged from the earth, as if physical, and began to crawl over Zu Long's entire body, sealing him and forcibly suppressing him back into his Dao body form.

Screech~

Ling Ming gave a sharp cry, the lightning on his wings surging.

With a powerful flap, he summoned the Nine Heavens Astral Wind, followed closely by the thunder behind him.

"Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, Fall!"

Violent thunder crashed down, striking Zu Long's head.

This thunder, which would kill an ordinary Grand Unity Golden Immortal on contact, still failed to make the Ancestral Dragon bow his head.

A dragon pearl floated out, hovering above his head, absorbing and transforming the lightning.

Ling Ming was shocked. When did this old dragon learn to control the power of lightning, especially the strongest divine thunder he could summon?

Zu Long spat out a contemptuous dragon breath, "You are allowed to target my Dragon Clan, but I am not allowed to counter you!"

"Behold my True God Thunder Control Method!"

With a roar, the lightning power accumulated within the Zu Long Pearl shot out violently.

Ling Ming flapped his wings to dodge, but his heart was already filled with terror.

This old dragon's strength was already a notch above theirs, and now he was immune to his lightning. How could they fight this?

"Fellow Daoist First Qilin, suppress him quickly!"

Without being told, the First Qilin was already doing his best to deploy the Formation for suppression, but for some reason, he vaguely felt he couldn't hold him.

Zu Long's dragon pearl radiated supreme brilliance, and the chains on his body all snapped.

Zu Long laughed heartily, "I have said it before, my Dragon Clan cannot be locked!!"

Then Zu Long's true form manifested again, the heaven-shaking dragon roar reappeared on the battlefield, and his dragon body burst through the air.

Seeing this, the other two knew all their methods had lost their effect. Next, there was only a fight to the death.

All three revealed their original forms, engaging in a life-and-death struggle through the most direct means.

The battle of the three great powerhouses drew the attention of all the myriad spirits in the Primordial World.

Three distinct powers collided in the Void Realm, the resulting shockwaves sweeping away the calamity clouds for hundreds of millions of miles.

The figures of the three constantly crossed in the sky. Every collision shook the Primordial World, and every exchange carried a determination to die.

This was destined to be a long-lasting battle; it was impossible to predict who would have the last laugh... At the peak of Mount Sumeru in the west, Luo Hou stood atop the 12th Grade Black Lotus of Annihilation, his crimson eyes reflecting the tragic scenes of the three-clan battlefield.

His black robes flapped loudly, and the Devilish Qi swirling around him wriggled like a living thing, greedily devouring the towering Evil Qi gathering from all directions.

Beneath Luo Hou's outwardly calm face, an uncontrollable excitement was hidden.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the God-Slaying Spear turned into a black light, piercing into the mountain.

The entire Mount Sumeru shook violently, dense cracks appearing on its surface. Four world-shaking sword lights radiated from the cracks, dyeing the clouds for ten thousand miles in the color of blood.

"Not enough... just one last step..."

Suddenly, a heaven-shaking dragon roar came.

Luo Hou turned his head abruptly and saw that the Clan Chiefs of the three clans had also entered the fray. The final step for the Four Swords of Zhuxian to break their seal had finally been achieved.

The mountain exploded, and the four peerless malevolent swords finally broke their seals.

The zhuxian sword's Evil Qi pierced the sky, the Luxian Sword was filled with the intent of death, the Xianxian Sword's red light was blinding, and the Juexian Sword was infinitely changeable.

The moment the four swords appeared together, the space of the entire Western Land began to collapse, with Chaos aura seeping from countless spatial rifts.

"Hahaha!" Luo Hou laughed wildly toward the sky, the 12th Grade Black Lotus blooming with an eerie light.

He reached out and grabbed the zhuxian sword. The sword blade immediately let out an excited hum, as if celebrating its regained freedom.

Luo Hou felt the world-destroying power coming from the sword, his eyes flashing with madness: "With these four swords in hand, who else in the Primordial World can stop me? Hongjun? Just a coward hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Zhuxian appears, all living beings shocked.

The white-robed Daoist still wandering about paused slightly. Without needing to intentionally calculate, the killing intent rising from Mount Sumeru was already as substantial as physical matter, clear to any observer.

Four sword lights pierced through the clouds like heavenly pillars. Everywhere they passed, the Void Realm collapsed, and many Laws were distorted.

A rare trace of solemnity appeared on Hongjun's usually calm face.

The fragments of the creation jade plate merged, and the Great Dao within them became clearer, but it had still not reached a state of completion.

"I am still one step behind him."

"It seems I must hurry up a bit."

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