Chapter 587 - 249: Mandated by Heaven, May Life Ever Prosper

"Did you two enjoy slaughtering the subordinates of my Wind and Cloud Pavilion?"

In the sky, at some unknown time, a tall figure appeared, adorned with a golden crown, golden face, wearing golden robes and holding a golden sword.

Standing among the floating clouds, an endless majesty thundered down overwhelmingly.

Upon hearing the voice and seeing the figure.

Han Xiaoru, Ji Mingyue, and over fifty Primordial Iron Cavalry Innate strong hands fiercely slaying the assassins of the Wind and Cloud Pavilion, all felt a profound sense of weakness that was impossible to resist rising from deep within.

Even more absurdly, merely sensing this majesty, everyone felt an urge to offer their necks for slaughter, absurdly thinking they were guilty beyond belief and had no desire to resist.

As if the person before them was a lofty emperor and they were rebellious traitors, doomed to a miserable end.

"Is he an emperor? No, even if Ji Changshou himself came, he wouldn’t make me feel like submitting; this person possesses evil techniques, despicable..."

Han Xiaoru’s face flushed red, her long, voluptuous legs trembled and bent, yet she stood upright with extreme effort, her entire body roaring with golden-red blood qi, muscles rolling like beads...

She wanted to soar into the sky and battle this person in mid-air, but she was forcibly restrained by this pressure, unable to strike.

Contrarily, Ji Mingyue’s eyes became even more cold, her figure mildly ethereal, as if merging with the moonlight.

The Bright Moon Sword in her hand faintly vibrated, ready to be drawn but not yet.

She held not even a shred of confidence.

She clearly saw the countless nodes, but intuitively knew that merely striking could lead her into a trap.

Compared to Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue.

Over fifty Primordial Iron Cavalry guards and a dozen remaining experts from the Celestial Heart Pavilion didn’t possess their cultivation level; except for one tall and one short Jianghu wanderer reaching Unity Realm who could barely remain standing, the rest were already heavily pressed to the ground by this overwhelming pressure.

Some roared unwillingly.

Others felt despair...

Facing those from the Divine Martial Realm was akin to mortals encountering immortals; entirely different tiers, no means to resist.

"Overestimating yourselves."

The figure in the sky spoke with a voice laden like a Celestial Decree, coldly snorting, slowly raising the golden sword in hand, eyes behind the golden mask gazing down at the crowd below like ants, eyes landing on Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue, coldly laughing, "Slaying you two, who knows whether Chen Ping would dare come avenge you? Or if he’d feel the pain? Haha..."

From his tone, one could tell he clearly lacked any tender-hearted sentiment.

Not just empty threats.

The golden sword flashed.

The sky seemed to rip open, unleashing an endless rush of vitality, forming a thirty-zhang-long golden giant sword adorned with the Sun, Moon, and Stars, slashing down heavily with mountain-cleaving might.

"If you can withstand my strike, Nine Heavens, I’ll spare you a small life."

With the sword momentum descending, stars wobbled in the sky, the ground trembled, as if Heaven and Earth simultaneously responded, cries faintly echoed from all directions.

"My Emperor, My Emperor..."

Truly, when the Emperor is enraged, blood drains from oars.

As the sword blade approached, Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue, initially madly resisting and struggling, suddenly halted, the hatred and killing intent on their faces vanished, all ears heard a soft snort.

"Playing god."

At the utterance of the first word, the thirty-zhang-long giant sword halted mid-air; by the time the word "god" rang out, purple thunder roared from all quarters.

Amidst the thunder, a jade-colored sword light, seemingly illusory, shattered the golden sword, piercing the chest of the golden-robed, golden-faced man in the sky.

"Quick, accurate, ruthless..."

Thunder flashed briefly, the jade sword, like drifting light, almost ignored spatial distance; upon appearance, it had already pierced the opponent’s Divine Martial domain, almost piercing the sky itself.

Wind thunder erupted.

The high and mighty golden-faced man, though his distorted expression wasn’t visible, the shock in his voice was evident.

He had been guarding against Chen Ping coming from the corner, or from the side of the woods, or from afar in the sky.

Yet he had no idea the opponent had always been there, standing not far ahead.

Unrecognized.

Only ten zhang apart.

What concept does ten zhang distance convey?

If top-tier Jianghu fighters clashed, it would take two or three breaths to reach the opponent’s body, even with highly advanced Light Body Technique.

An Innate expert, attempting to cross such a distance would need two or three blinks.

With that time, even if asleep, one could react.

Yet in the Divine Martial Realm duel, a ten zhang distance almost equals standing face to face, mere inches apart when reaching out.

No room for reaction at all.

The golden-faced man previously boasted, stirred momentum, manipulated vitality, displaying myriad grand gestures, merely because his opponent was a full realm inferior, like an ant, to play with at will.

But knowing the opponent was a peer level expert, he wouldn’t dare act foolishly, even if his mind were full of potholes.

"Poof..."

The sharp jade sword light merely seen was like a swimming fish, already piercing the chest of the golden-robed man.

Only then did countless thunderclaps boom, echoing thereafter.

The mighty profound force of shock vibrated at the blood hole in the golden-faced man’s chest, transforming into ripples.

It appeared that soon this boastful Divine Martial Realm expert would be blasted to pieces.