166: Your mom, who is the boss?

"Curse Kill • Underworld Beckons!"

Invisible ripples of death instantly spread, directly invading the Divine Soul!

However, she hadn't expected that Qin Wangchuan not only didn't relax, but was already prepared.

The Dragon Gauze battle armor once again covered his body, and the might of the True Dragon shone like the sun, naturally immune to all curses and poisons in the world.

"If you're going to hide, hide better. Pay attention in your next life."

"Sword Intent Furnace, Second Gear!"

He didn't even move, merely pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly swiped towards Consort Ming's direction.

"Heavenly Sword • Hundred Tribulations."

Qin Wangchuan's voice was icy, like a Heavenly Dao decree.

Before he finished speaking, the clouds above the dome violently parted!

An unimaginably massive, glorious Heavenly Sword tore through the Nine Heavens, piercing through layers of gloom, carrying the endless tribulation might of judging all things, and plummeted with a speed beyond thought!

Before the sword even arrived, its terrifying pressure had already caused the earth to crack inch by inch, and the glorious sword light instantly swallowed Consort Ming's tiny figure.

Directly annihilating her within this ultimate yang and ultimate rigid Heavenly might!

Pfft—

After using the Furnace for a long time with his already heavily injured body, and then unleashing this genuine Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Sword, the light of Qin Wangchuan's dragon armor around him dimmed. He violently coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and his body swayed.

As the Dragon Gauze dissipated, his aura visibly weakened again, clearly having reached its limit.

All of this was clearly seen by the withered old man, hidden deeper and further away.

His body, condensed from gray mist, rippled slightly, and the pale white finger bones extending from his sleeve trembled slightly from tension.

'This Qin Wangchuan is too terrifying...'

'But he also spat blood, clearly his injuries are extremely severe...'

'A perfect opportunity!'

'No... that's not right! He looked like this just now, but instantly counter-killed Consort Ming!'

'Are his severe injuries real or fake? How much spiritual power does he have left? Does that dragon armor still have any power remaining?'

'Did he... did he discover me?'

'That paper substitute technique is unfathomable; is the one standing there now his true body or another bait?'

'If I make a move, will I fall right into his trap?'

Countless thoughts wildly intertwined in the withered old man's mind, making him more indecisive than ever before.

Although the withered old man's cultivation years far surpassed those of junior cultivators like Zang Tong and Consort Ming, who were only a hundred years old.

However, if an existence that was too powerful were to descend upon this realm, it would surely attract the attention of the Heavenly Emperor.

So, what stood in the arena at this moment was merely a string Puppet.

There was only one chance.

Qin Wangchuan's unfathomable depth and ruthless decisiveness had already planted the seed of "fear" in his heart.

Looking at this situation, it was hard to tell who was attacking whom.

Just as the withered old man's mind was in turmoil, weighing the pros and cons—

Below, Qin Wangchuan, who had just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, seemed to sense something. His icy cold eyes suddenly lifted without warning, piercing precisely towards his hiding place!

That gaze seemed to penetrate layers of spatial barriers, directly nailing itself onto his Divine Soul!

"Ugh ah!"

Under this sudden "gaze," an uncontrollable gasp escaped the withered old man's lips!

The gray mist around him violently boiled; he couldn't bother with so much, and directly made his move!

However, in this flash of lightning—

Rumble rumble rumble—!!!

The entire end of the Immortal Path, and even the entire Heavenly Path, suddenly experienced an unprecedented violent tremor!

"Roar—!!!"

A universe-shattering roar erupted from the very core of the Immortal Path!

The next moment, under the horrified gazes of the withered old man, Qin Wangchuan, and all the survivors, a colossal beast, too vast to describe in words, began to tremble.

It resembled a giant kun, but its entire body was covered in dark scales like stellar wreckage. Its gaping maw seemed to be a swirling black hole, emitting a terrifying suction force capable of devouring all realms!

The World Devouring Beast! It had broken the Seal here!

"It's done... Haha! I did it!"

A bloodstain continuously seeped from Shen Xinghe's palm, but he ignored it, instead slumping before the massive stone tablet, his face filled with suppressed, extreme ecstasy.

"The blood oath made back then... I, Shen Xinghe... the three thousand seven hundred and twenty-first path-walker of the Shen Family... today... have fulfilled it!"

He gazed at the awakening beast, his voice choked and trembling with excitement, his eyes sparkling with a complex light interwoven with tears and fanaticism.

In that light, the heavy expectations and sacrifices of three thousand seven hundred and twenty generations of the Shen Family were finally realized in his hands.

"You are free..." Shen Xinghe looked up at the World Devouring Beast, yet he seemed to be whispering to the spirits of his ancestors, and also announcing the end of an era.

Immediately, boundless ecstasy and liberation surged through his heart, almost drowning him.

"The Shen Family... is also free!"

This cry expressed the sound of chains that spanned eons breaking.

The great mountain that had long pressed upon the fate of the Shen Family, the curse and shackles passed down through generations that were sealed together with the World Devouring Beast, finally vanished into thin air with the beast's unsealing!

The chains broke, and the World Devouring Beast fully opened its eyes.

Its indifferent giant eyes swept over the beings below, like ants. It seemed to have no specific target, merely letting out a roar of release.

Then, its massive body suddenly swayed, directly smashing through the endless Void Realm above its head. Its colossal form instantly disappeared into it, vanishing from sight!

After it left.

Only then did the incomparably massive altar and gap, hidden in its place, become visible! Its edges constantly twisted and collapsed, emitting a strong aura of an alien realm!

Through that gap, one could clearly see the distorted, writhing dark purple sky on the other side, and... countless pairs of eyes that suddenly lit up, filled with greed and the desire for destruction!

Since they had already been discovered, now was the time to attack Heaven!

"Roar!"

"Hiss!"

The next moment, like a bursting dam, countless hideous alien creatures, exuding violent auras, poured out frantically from the gap! Like a plague of locusts, they instantly covered the sky and earth!

"Fool, run! Run!"

Just as Shen Xinghe stood stunned, a pair of slightly cool hands suddenly pulled him up.

He turned his head to see—it was Xu Wanyu, covered in concealment talismans.

"Xu Wanyu?" Shen Xinghe asked in disbelief.

"So many alien races, hurry and run!"

Shen Xinghe glanced at the alien altar gap, then at Xu Wanyu, his eyes hesitant.

This gap clearly came about because of the World Devouring Beast. Should he run?

Thinking, his eyes suddenly became firm.

"You run, I..."

Before he finished speaking.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Countless thick, pure white beams of destructive energy, as if their trajectories had already been calculated, suddenly shot down with incredible precision from the void beyond the Nine Heavens!

Like spears of judgment cast down by a Heavenly God!

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

The light beams precisely covered every inch of space in front of the gap. Those alien races that had just surged out, whether low-level cannon fodder or powerful leaders, were instantly vaporized into flying ash, unable to even let out a scream, under this sudden saturation strike!

Even the withered old man was evaporated by a beam of light.

A thousand years of Dao cultivation, how could it compare to one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred "Starfall" cannons?

Immediately following, accompanied by the immense, space-shaking roar of engines.

One after another, patrol warships, as massive as mountains, with cold metallic hulls engraved with the ancient "Qin" clan emblem, tore through the Immortal Path's outer Restriction, ripped through the sky, and pierced through the clouds to descend upon the battlefield!