437: Chapter 437 You're a complete madman!

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan roared hysterically, cutting off the mental suppression on the other three demon puppets and issuing his final, most insane command.

"Detonate!!!"

In the distance, New Emperor Jiang Hantian of the Great Zhou, who had been tightly bound by the ink cloud chains and unable to move, along with those two leaders of the Longwu Secret Guards.

These three demon soul puppets, possessing the terrifying combat power of a Tier 6 Grandmaster, had their eyes instantly turn a dead, pitch-black color.

The blood energy within their bodies was forcibly reversed and compressed by a violent force in that instant!

"Hum! Crack!"

The three bodies were like over-inflated balloons, their surfaces cracking with countless blinding, blood-red fissures, from which destructive white light shot out frantically.

"Oh no!"

The Fourth Princess, standing in the distance, saw this scene, her face turning pale as she exclaimed.

Three Tier 6 Grandmasters detonating simultaneously!

This level of destructive power was enough to instantly raze an entire bustling city in the outside world to the ground, leaving not even a speck of dust behind!

Jiang You's cold eyes also contracted sharply at this moment.

He hadn't expected that after being forced into a desperate situation, that old dog Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan would be this decisive.

Without even blinking, he directly detonated three Rank 6 combatants that he had painstakingly refined!

His current Boundless Ink Realm was, after all, only at the strength of the peak of Rank 5.

Using it to trap, teleport, or strangle people was naturally effortless.

But to say it could forcibly withstand the destructive detonation of three Tier 6 Grandmasters from within... this spatial barrier absolutely could not bear such an unreasonable tearing impact!

Once the space shattered, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan would be able to seize the opportunity to escape!

"Want to run?"

A cold, malicious glint curled at the corners of Jiang You's mouth.

"Even if it means both of us end up crippled today, I will pin you down and kill you here!"

At the critical moment when the three puppets' bodies completely exploded and the terrifying wave of destruction swept through the entire Boundless Ink Realm like a tsunami!

Jiang You not only didn't take a step back to protect himself, but instead, he took a fierce step forward!

He straightened his back, shielding The Fourth Princess tightly behind him.

"Boom—rumble!!!"

The heaven-destroying shockwave of the detonation, mixed with the turbulence of demonic energy and national destiny, roared and engulfed Jiang You's figure.

However.

Just at the moment when Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan thought the space was about to shatter and was preparing to escape.

He saw a horrifying scene that he would never be able to forget for the rest of his life.

Behind Jiang You's tall, black-clad figure, an invisible, deep, and dark void, as if connected to the Nine Nether Hells, slowly opened without any warning!

That invisible abyss-like maw emitted a terrifying suction force so greedy it made one's soul tremble.

"Whoosh!"

That Rank 6 detonation shockwave, which was originally enough to tear apart the entire Boundless Ink Realm and blow everyone into dust.

The moment it touched the black void behind Jiang You, it didn't even have the slightest room to resist!

The violent light, the deafening sound waves, and the turbulent energy of destruction.

Were all forcibly sucked in by that invisible abyss-like maw as if being devoured alive!

The whole world seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.

The explosion that was destroying the heavens and the earth a second ago was completely swallowed up the next, just like a pebble thrown into a bottomless pit, not even causing a ripple.

The Boundless Ink Realm remained steady and secure, without even a single crack appearing.

However, forcibly swallowing the detonation energy of three Tier 6 Grandmasters, this unreasonable method of digestion was absolutely not without cost.

"Cough..."

Standing in place, Jiang You let out a suppressed groan.

A sickly flush appeared on his cold, stern face.

A shocking trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his black trench coat.

His tall body swayed slightly, and he stumbled half a step, but in the end, relying on his monstrously tenacious willpower, he firmly stood his ground.

He casually raised the back of his hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes, reflecting a deep blue light but exuding endless coldness and violence, stared fixedly at Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan, who was slumped on the ground.

Looking at Jiang You, who had blood at the corner of his mouth and was swaying slightly.

There was not only no joy or smile on Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's face at his attack having taken effect.

On the contrary, his face was completely twisted, his features scrunched together in extreme horror, his pupils dilated, and every pore on his body was oozing cold sweat of despair.

He understood.

He completely understood the actions of this madman, Jiang You!

Jiang You could have clearly dispelled the Boundless Ink Realm just now, taken The Fourth Princess, and instantly teleported to a safe place to avoid the brunt of this detonation.

But he didn't!

He would rather forcibly endure this backlash that was enough to severely damage his internal organs, and would rather have blood flowing from his mouth.

Than to ever dispel the spatial barrier and release even the slightest gap for Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan to escape!

What did this mean?

It meant that Jiang You was determined to pin him down and kill him here today!

Whether it meant paying the price of serious injury or exhausting all his trump cards, Jiang You had only one obsession!

That was to take Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's life right here!

In those eyes, there was no retreat caused by injury, only a cold-blooded certainty that "you must die today"!

"Madman... you are a complete and utter madman!"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan slumped on the ground, his Legs kicking against the ground as he retreated, muttering in a breakdown.

He finally understood what level of existence he had provoked.

This person was not only ruthless in his methods and terrifying in his strength, but also possessed an extreme conviction of never giving up until his goal was achieved, being ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself!

Jiang You would definitely kill him!

No matter the cost!

Being targeted forever by such a mad dog that never lets go once it bites, and would rather vomit blood itself just to devour you alive.

Isn't that the most desperate, soul-crushing, and terrifying thing in this world?

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan slumped on the ground, his cold sweat soaking his leather jacket through.

He looked at the man in black, whose mouth was stained with blood, but whose eyes were as cold as a ten-thousand-year glacier, and his Dao heart shattered completely into dust.

"Jiang You!"

In this suffocating standoff, a crisp voice filled with tears and anxiety broke the silence.

The Fourth Princess, ignoring the rolling ink clouds and residual energy turbulence on the ground, stumbled forward and grabbed hold of the slightly swaying Jiang You.

Her large eyes were filled with panic, and her slender fingers rested on Jiang You's arm; even through the fabric, she could feel the violent aura rampaging inside him like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

"Jiang You, are you okay?"

Jiang You gritted his teeth tightly, forcibly swallowing the churning, bloody sweetness in his throat.

He turned his head, his cold and pale face devoid of any extra expression, just raising his hand toward The Fourth Princess and waving it casually to indicate that he was fine.

However, beneath the seemingly calm exterior of this cold Shura killing god, his internal organs had long been churned as if they had been put through a meat grinder three times over.

Although his combat power was peerless and he had enough trump cards to make one's scalp tingle.

Yet the iron law of cultivation realm remained there after all.

At most, his physical blood energy barely remained at the peak of Rank 5.

To forcibly swallow the detonation shockwave of three Tier 6 Grandmasters burning their essence using only a peak Rank 5 foundation.

Not dying was already the best possible outcome!