399: Chapter 399 The Sky Collapses

It spat frost, freezing the footsteps of the attackers. Its tail lashed out like a whip, shattering Flying Swords.

With a battered body, it withstood the bombardment of Magic Treasure—even though every block caused old wounds to tear open, fresh blood to gush out, and stained the earth red, it did not retreat a single step!

They were like a lone boat in the midst of raging waves. The hull was riddled with holes, the mast was tottering, and the keel was nearly broken.

Yet, just as the impending disaster was about to swallow them, they survived the giant waves time and time again. Though they were in constant danger, they never sank!

At this moment, the entire battlefield had been completely split into two worlds.

On one side was the realm of gods and demons where Luo Xiaojiu fought three top Prodigies alone.

Her golden-red Qi surged like a raging sea; her punches were like dragons, and every strike caused the heavens and earth to resonate, making the mountains and rivers lose their color.

Buddha light exploded, demonic fire swirled backwards, and demonic shadows wailed—the brilliant and deadly radiance of Law intertwined and detonated in the air. The deafening roar was like a doomsday symphony, a dance of gods and demons!

On the other side was a purgatory of despair where Li Jiuyou and the Nine-Headed Golden Lion were surrounded by dozens of greedy Cultivators.

The gleam of blades and swords fell like a torrential rain, and poisonous mist spread like a plague.

Screams, roars, and the sound of breaking bones mixed into a tragic elegy.

Blood splattered, staining the cliffs red. Severed limbs and remains were scattered across the ground, like a Shura slaughterhouse, a living Hell!

The core area of the entire Shangqing Secret Realm had been completely transformed into a meat grinder that devoured lives because of a single black imperial golden lotus!

Yet the culprit behind all of this—Luo Xiaojiu—was in the center of that destructive storm, fighting more crazily and laughing more heartily as the battle progressed.

The pure and excited smile on the corners of her lips never disappeared; instead, it grew even more brilliant amidst the slaughter—like the Other Shore Flower blooming in the depths of Hell, breathtakingly beautiful and chillingly cold.

She grew braver with every fight; her golden-red Qi boiled like an ocean, and her punching momentum was violent to the extreme. Every strike seemed to want to tear the sky apart!

Monk Xuanku's Vajra Subduing Demon Formation had long since shattered, his prayer beads turned to dust, and blood continuously overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Young Master Chijiao's single horn had been forcibly smashed, leaving a hideous crack, and demonic blood poured out like a waterfall.

The Successor of Tiansha Sect's demonic chains were all broken, his black robe torn, revealing a pale, twisted face filled with terror.

"Damn it! How is this woman getting stronger the more she fights?!" Young Master Chijiao roared, a trace of genuine fear finally appearing in his eyes—an instinctive shudder when facing something incomprehensible.

"We cannot drag this out any longer!"

Monk Xuanku shouted sharply. He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and formed hand seals like lightning, "Vajra's Angry Gaze, Subdue Demons and Slay Evil!"

Roar—!

A blood-colored Vajra phantom, a thousand feet tall, rose from the ground. Its eyes were like the sun and moon, and its body was wrapped in world-burning karmic fire. The aura of slaughter was monstrous, and its power was actually several times stronger than before!

Young Master Chijiao roared at the sky, his body suddenly expanding, transforming into a crimson Dragon dozens of feet long. His dragon roar shook the Nine Heavens, and his Demonic Qi pierced through the clouds!

"Tiansha Demon Soul, Devour God and Seize Soul!" the Successor of Tiansha Sect whispered coldly. His Devilish Qi surged like a sea of ink, condensing into a hideous demonic shadow holding a pitch-black scythe. The blade pointed directly at the center of Luo Xiaojiu's brow, intending to slash her Divine Soul into nothingness!

The three top Prodigies unleashed their strongest killing moves of a lifetime. A joint strike was enough to turn anyone below the Nascent Soul Realm into ashes!

"Now that's more like it!" The Battle Intent in Luo Xiaojiu's eyes surged, and her smile deepened, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

She no longer held back—her right arm suddenly shook. Beneath her skin, countless ancient golden runes suddenly lit up, like stars Awakening, like divine veins reviving! A force originating from the ancient times, domineering and peerless, awakened from within her body with a boom!

"Heavenly Horned Ant – Sky-Collapsing!"

Boom!!! With one punch, the Void Realm collapsed, space cracked inch by inch, and time seemed to freeze!

Above her fist, a blurry yet Soul-shuddering giant ant phantom appeared—its horns were like pillars supporting the sky, its eyes like bottomless abysses, and its power could collapse the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!

This punch was none other than the supreme Heavenly Horned Ant Precious Technique of one of the Ten Ancient Fiends!

"Bang—!" The blood-colored Vajra phantom was pierced by the punch, shattering like glass!

Monk Xuanku, as if struck by a heavy Chaos divine hammer, flew backward for a thousand feet, crashing through three mountain peaks. He sprayed blood wildly, his golden body dimming like a flickering candle!

"Crack!" Young Master Chijiao's single horn was completely snapped off. His Dragon body was torn apart by the punch's force, scales flying like rain. He fell from the high sky while wailing, smashing into the earth and kicking up a hundred feet of dust!

"Pfft—!" The Tiansha demonic shadow didn't even have time to wail before it was scattered by the wind of the punch!

The Successor of Tiansha Sect's Divine Soul was injured; blood flowed from his seven orifices, he staggered backward, and his black robe turned to ash inch by inch!

With the power of one punch, all three Prodigies were defeated!

The entire scene was deathly silent!

All the Cultivators were stunned, forgetting even to breathe.

Someone dropped the Flying Sword in their hand; someone else's knees went weak and they knelt on the ground. Their eyes were filled with nothing but boundless shock and fear.

"Heavenly Horned Ant Precious Technique?! How is this possible?!" An old Cultivator shrieked, his voice trembling like chaff.

"The Legacy of the Ten Ancient Fiends... How could she possess it?! That is taboo! That is a myth!"

"This... this is simply not a power that a Golden Core can control..."

Just at this moment, Li Jiuyou on the other side also forced himself to hold on with his last breath, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of his life-essence blood—the blood mist condensed in the air without dispersing, actually transforming into a dark blue ice lotus, slowly rotating.

His gaze, however, grew increasingly sharp, like a cold star breaking through the night, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath!

"Nine Nether – Arrogant World!"

He roared, forming hand seals. A terrifying aura, extremely cold and capable of freezing space and time, suddenly erupted from his body!

A blurry yet overwhelmingly majestic phantom slowly appeared behind him—this figure was as aloof as the moon, as indifferent as the Heavenly Dao, as if it were above all living beings, looking down upon the Reincarnation of eternity!

The Nine Nether Arrogant Precious Technique!

"Boom—!" The terrifying Nine Nether Power swept out. Wherever it passed, the air condensed into ice crystals, and the earth was covered in frost armor.

The dozens of Cultivators surrounding him instantly felt as if they had fallen into the Nine Nether cold Hell; their Divine Souls froze, their movements became sluggish, and even their screams were stuck in their throats!

"Roar—!" The Nine-Headed Golden Lion seized this critical moment, and all nine heads roared simultaneously!

Ice, fire, lightning, storm, poison mist, sound wave vibrations... the nine types of Origin power fused into a destructive torrent, blasting five Cultivators in front into blood mist on the spot!

Two Ten Fiends Treasure Techniques appeared at the same time!

In an instant, the entire Shangqing Secret Realm trembled violently!

The sky cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, and the roar of ancient giant beasts came from the depths of the earth.

The Secret Realm's Laws were in Chaos, and the Spiritual Qi was rampaging, as if this piece of heaven and earth itself were trembling and submitting to the reappearance of the Ten Fiends' power!

Outside the Secret Realm, the watching powerhouses from various major forces opened their eyes one after another, their pupils shrinking like needles!

"Heavenly Horned Ant Precious Technique?! Nine Nether Arrogant Precious Technique?!"

"The Legacy of the Ten Ancient Fiends, to actually appear on two Golden Core juniors at the same time?!"

"Spare no cost! It must be obtained! Immediately tear open the Secret Realm barrier and send in Nascent Soul Clones! Whoever dares to stop us—exterminate their entire clan!"

And inside the Secret Realm, those terrifying existences hiding in the abyss, Ancient Tombs, and void cracks were also completely alarmed!

"Boom—!" In the distant sky, space shattered like glass!

Three terrifying, suffocating auras descended, each far exceeding the limit of the Golden Core Realm. They were unexpectedly... Prodigies of alien races in the Nascent Soul Realm!

"Hehe..." A voice as cold as a snake rang out, and the void twisted.

An alien youth with six wings on his back and his whole body covered in pitch-black scales stepped through the air. With every step he took, the void froze into a layer of black ice. "To see the Ten Fiends Treasure Technique in a mere Golden Core Secret Realm... what an unexpected joy."

"Heavenly Horned Ant Precious Technique..." On the other side, silver light fell.

A woman walked out slowly, surrounded by star trajectories. Her gaze was like lightning, her tone indifferent but carrying indisputable majesty, "Hand it over, and I will spare your life."

"The Nine Nether Arrogant Precious Technique, my clan wants it." A third figure appeared, entirely crimson gold, with three eyes, holding a giant axe carved with ancient runes.

Its aura was like a primeval ancestor beast; every time it breathed, the heavens and earth hummed, as if wailing!

The three Nascent Soul Realm alien Prodigies descended at the same time!

Their gazes were cold, greedy, and aloof, like gods looking down on ants, locking tightly onto Luo Xiaojiu and Li Jiuyou—no, locking onto the two Inheritances within their bodies that were enough to rewrite the landscape of all races!

The mountain wind suddenly stopped, and all was silent.

Luo Xiaojiu stood in the center of the ruins, her skirt fluttering, golden-red Qi surging like flames, reflecting her as if a God of War had descended into the world.

She blinked, her smile still as pure as the morning dew of early spring, but deep in her eyes, a hint of solemnity was like the deep water of a cold pool, with undercurrents surging.

"Junior Brother," she spoke softly, her voice not loud, but piercing through the deathly silence, "It seems... we've played too big."

In the distance, Li Jiuyou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaning against the broken rock wall, and smiled coldly.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a determination like going to his death: "Senior Sister, this time... there's no way to clean up this mess."

Luo Xiaojiu clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking like thunder.

She raised her head, looking at the three figures who were like gods and demons. The Battle Intent in her eyes erupted like a volcano, and her golden-red Qi boiled once again, soaring into the sky, burning away all the dark clouds in the sky!

"Then let's—" She grinned, revealing her snow-white teeth. Her voice was crisp but like the beating of war drums, resounding through the heavens and earth, "Beat them to a pulp!"

Before the words had even faded, she had already transformed into a golden-red streak of light tearing through the sky, actively charging toward the three Nascent Soul Prodigies!

And behind her, Li Jiuyou bit the tip of his tongue, once again driving the Nine Nether Power—this aloof phantom roared at the sky, and the cold air swept through the eight wildernesses!

The golden-red Qi burning around Luo Xiaojiu was no longer just boiling; it had completely transformed into substantial flames that burned through the eight wildernesses!

The flames were scorching and intense, reflecting her as if she were a sun bathed in fire falling from the Nine Heavens, and even more like an invincible God of War stepping out from ancient blood and fire.

Every lick of flame caused the Void Realm to crackle and pop, creating layers of charred and twisted ripples, as if space itself were wailing under her intensity.

Beneath her skin, those mysterious and unfathomable golden runes were no longer just flickering; they were like a galaxy that had been sleeping for eons suddenly Awakening, rushing, roaring, and burning!

A vast and mighty humming vibrated from the depths of her Bloodline, a sound that pierced through time, carrying the indomitable Battle Intent inherent to the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, and mixed with the domineering horn of the Heavenly Horned Ant Precious Technique that was enough to shatter stars and shake the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!