736: Chapter 736 Eight Desolations Annihilation

Without any hesitation.

You move your mind, gripping the Immortal Sword in your hand, and it suddenly trembles.

The Spotless Sword Body hums in response, Dao Rhyme surges, and Sword Intent erupts from within your body.

The Sword Dao Origin flows, merging into the slightly trembling Immortal Sword in your palm.

The xuantian treasure mirror activates simultaneously, accelerating ten thousand times.

Time slows down in your eyes—Venerable Tianming has just turned his head, Liu Xuerong has not yet fully raised her hand, and in the distance, Qin Han's sharp claws are still leaving traces in the Void Realm.

You speak:

"Eight Desolations Annihilation."

Four words, spoken softly.

But the Immortal Sword explodes.

It splits into eight, standing in eight directions, with eight sword shadows floating in the starry sky, each flowing with silvery-white ultimate sword radiance.

That light is not bright, not scorching, but "Nothingness" itself shining.

Wherever the sword radiance passes, light vanishes, Laws disappear, and the structure of space begins to loosen, collapse, and slide away like sand.

The direction of the sword light is not destruction, but "Return to Nothingness."

It completely erases the target from the dimensions of time, space, and Karma, leaving no traces, no memories, and nothing that ever existed.

The eight sword lights brighten simultaneously, converging in the center to form a silvery-white beam as thin as a needle tip, arriving in an instant.

It is so fast that no one can react.

Your target is not Liu Xuerong, but Venerable Tianming.

Venerable Tianming's expression changes abruptly, his pupils constricting.

Before he can even open his mouth, the silvery-white beam has already pierced through his body.

There is no sound, no explosion, no bursting of light.

His body becomes transparent in that instant—not scattered, but erased.

Starting from his chest, spreading to his limbs, then his arms, shoulders, chest, and head, it becomes blank, void, and non-existent, inch by inch.

All the aura, Dao Rhyme, and Karma lines belonging to him break simultaneously in that instant, cleanly, as if he had never existed.

The starry sky is silent for a breath.

The eight sword shadows slowly dissipate, and the Immortal Sword in your hand returns to its original state.

You gasp, your whole body feeling drained, the weight of the Immortal Sword almost making it impossible for you to lift your hand.

You look at the patch of the Void Realm where Venerable Tianming was; it is empty, with nothing there.

Venerable Tianming.

Gone.

You smile.

Before you can catch your breath, Liu Xuerong moves.

Her eyes have changed—not madness, not anger, but a kind of near-hollow determination.

She had already summoned that broken Immortal Artifact—a two-inch silver blade, its trail of light pointing straight at your heart.

Exhausted, you have no time to dodge, and you cannot move anyway.

You have just unleashed Eight Desolations Annihilation, your power drained; you cannot even manage the simplest defense, nor do you have the strength to take a single step.

The broken Immortal Artifact is too fast, so fast you have no time to think.

You look down and see the trail of light piercing through your chest; the power of the broken Immortal Artifact instantly sweeps over your whole body, annihilating you.

You spit out a mouthful of blood, and your body dissipates once again.

Qin Han looks over.

This time, it does not shout or roar.

It just goes quiet for a moment, then disappears from where it was.

By the time Liu Xuerong senses danger, Qin Han has already appeared above her head; it is too late to retreat, too late to dodge, too late to use any means.

Qin Han opens its mouth, a black hole vortex spinning inside, and a powerful devouring force sucks Liu Xuerong and the broken Immortal Artifact in her hand inside.

Her body twists, disintegrates, and dissipates in the darkness, leaving only one last voice coming from deep within the vortex:

"Qin Chen... I will wait for you in Hell... Hahaha..."

Her voice is hoarse, tearing, carrying something indescribable—like hatred, like laughter, like relief. Finally, it turns into a muffled sound, and it becomes completely quiet.

This time, she cannot reform.

Qin Han closes its mouth, licks its tongue, turns around, glances at the direction where you dissipated, is silent for a breath, then sits down in the starry sky, gazing at that empty patch of the Void Realm, its eyes turning red.

"Wuu wuu wuu, Daddy, it's all my fault for being useless, for failing to protect you, wuu wuu wuu..."

It no longer chases, no longer fights, just waits.

Meanwhile, a million miles away, Venerable Tianming's figure slowly reforms, his face pale, clenching his fists as he senses his own Dao Origin—five percent lost.

It must be said that the Dao Origin of a Mahayana Dao Body is truly monstrous.

It doesn't just recast the Physical Body and Primordial Spirit; it can even pull back the Karma, traces, and existence itself that were erased by Eight Desolations Annihilation.

Tianming looks at Qin Han, his expression heavy.

With only fifty percent of his strength remaining, he is not confident he can defeat Qin Han.

At Qin Han's feet, your figure also slowly reforms, your aura only at twenty percent.

The benefit is that after resurrection, there is no sense of exhaustion.

Qin Han looks at you, shifts its feet, and protects you with the thick fur on its legs.

As soon as you appear, you sense Venerable Tianming's Word-Given-Law pressing down again; the feeling is like something is missing in your heart—the Immortal Slaying Sword Art has been sealed again.

You smile at Qin Han, raise your hand, and cast two streaks of light that drill into Qin Han's body; they are the chaos cloak and the xuantian treasure mirror.

"Daddy?" Qin Han says in a low voice, guarding the surroundings.

"Clumsy, even if I die, don't be sad. Protect my sister well, and don't let the Heavenly Palace succeed." You say in a relaxed tone.

You know that this time, you cannot escape your fate. With only twenty percent of your strength remaining and the Immortal Slaying Sword Art sealed, there are too many people who can kill you.

While speaking, you sweep your gaze across the other battlefields.

Jun Wuchen falls amidst a burst of wanton laughter.

Emperor Yan turns his head, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

He is expressionless, but when he sees Qin Yu's location, his brows furrow slightly.

Qin Yu is breaking through the Thousand-Fold Void Domain layer by layer, and every time a punch lands, space fragments explode.

Of the five Mahayana cultivators fighting Meaty, Song Yang, and the others, four have already fallen, leaving only Liu Tianxing still holding on.

But Liu Tianxing suddenly stops.

He looks toward the direction where his sister, Liu Xuerong, fell; he does not attack again, nor does he flee, just hangs quietly in the starry sky, letting out a long sigh.

"Sister, you have borne too much all these years. In the next life... be born into a wealthy family and live in peace as a Young Miss."

After saying this, he closes his eyes.

He has been beaten until less than ten percent of his aura remains, his Dao Origin as thin as a candle in the wind.

In this region of the Void Realm, he can no longer see any hope of survival.

Liu Xuerong's death has also caused him to lose the will to live.

Furthermore, he knows—as long as Qin Yu is there, he cannot even self-destruct if he wanted to.

He does not want to flee anymore; to die with some dignity is his final wish.

Xue Miaoyun's spear has arrived; with a horizontal sweep, his head flies off. His headless body is annihilated by a palm strike from Chu Chu, and his head is smashed into ashes by a palm strike from Song Yang.