Martial God Asura

Meanwhile, the Netherworld Sect continued their attack. They even fused many treasures into their martial power formation to enhance its prowess.

The formation grew many times bigger than before, looking almost like a small formation realm above the Immemorial Massacre Sea. It spewed out a stronger gush of red aura than before.

However, their onslaught failed to faze the Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s formation.

The Ouyang Heavenly Clansmen remained perfectly calm, not showing any signs of strain. Their nine-colored lightning was like an insurmountable wall, driving the Netherworld Sect’s experts into despair.

After another failed attack, the martial power formation halted its attack for the Netherworld Sectmembers to catch a breather.

Many Netherworld Generals sent voice transmissions to Jimo Qianzhou, questioning if they should continue the assault.

But Jimo Qianzhou wouldn’t retreat so easily, not when he had already made a move. He couldn’t afford to let the Netherworld Sect suffer consecutive defeats under his leadership.

That would have dealt a devastating blow to their reputation. He would never be able to face the Netherworld Sect’s lords if the sect’s reputation was ruined because of him, and the world came to see them as a paper tiger.

So, Jimo Qianzhou whipped out an ancient wooden tablet inscribed with an ancient rune. It looked sinister.

Outsiders might not recognize the wooden tablet, but the Netherworld Sectmembers were stunned to see it. They understood its significance.

At the same time, a voice transmission was relayed to all the Netherworld Sectmembers.

“Retreat is not an option now that we have made a move. This matter has evolved beyond capturing Chu Feng; this is now a confrontation with the Ouyang Heavenly Clan. We cannot appear weak, or else it will tarnish our sect’s reputation. It’s time to show the world our true strength, even if we have to pay a price for it,” Jimo Qianzhou said.

The Netherworld Sectmembers caught his drift.

They reached into their Cosmos Sacks and took out a wooden tablet each. The quality of their wooden tablets differed according to their ranks, but they emitted the same sinister feeling.

The Netherworld Sectmembers cut their finger with their fingernail before grabbing the wooden tablet. As the wooden tablet swiftly absorbed their blood, the tens of thousands of them began murmuring a chant in unison.

Even Long Chengyu and the others could hear them loud and clear.

“Heed my order, Ouyang Heavenly Clansmen! Channel the formation with everything you have. Do not let your guard down!” Ouyang Mingzhang ordered.

The Ouyang Heavenly Clansmen released even more powerful surges of nine-colored lightning, causing the sealing formation to glow brighter than before.

However, the crowd’s attention remained on the Netherworld Sectmembers. They were curious to know what they were going to do.

The runes inscribed on their wooden tablets began glowing with a flickering light, and the flickering light only grew brighter with time.

All of a sudden, the runes surfaced from the wooden tablets, morphed into sharp thorns, and plunged into the bodies of the Netherworld Sectmembers.

The Netherworld Sectmembers opened their mouths, and a dense red aura poured out of their mouths and fused with the martial power formation.

The martial power formation turned completely red. It pulsated with power as if a massive heart or a cocoon, looking as sinister as it could get.

It spurred unease in the crowd.

A voice echoed from above, “Interesting. Is this a fight among ants?”

The voice came from beyond the realm, spoken like a murmur, yet those near the Immemorial Massacre Sea heard those words loud and clear.

“Who is it?” Jimo Qianzhou looked over, infuriated that someone dared describe their Netherworld Sect as ‘ants’

“Mere ants aren’t worthy of knowing this god’s name. You may pay me no heed and continue what you’re doing. I’m here to watch the commotion. Entertain me, and I’ll consider sparing your lives,” the voice said.

The crowd could tell where the voice was coming from, but there was no one standing there when they glanced over.

Regardless, everyone, including the experts of the Ouyang Heavenly Clan, revealed hostile looks when they heard the voice.

Those words were simply too arrogant, and it suggested that the other party planned to kill all of them, be it the Netherworld Sect or the Ancient Era’s Heavenly Clan.

“Ridiculous things happen when the world is big enough. You can proclaim yourself god, but how dare you call our Netherworld Sectmembers ants and threaten to kill us? You’re courting your death,” Jimo Qianzhou sneered.

He thrust his palm forth, unleashing a burst of martial power toward the space where the voice originated from.

But his martial power dissipated before it could come close.

Jimo Qianzhou frowned.

Even though it was just a probing attack on his part, he could tell the other party was also a Heavenly God—and the other party was stronger than him.

Feeling threatened, Jimo Qianzhou swiftly directed the martial power formation’s red aura toward the space where the voice originated from. This powerful attack shook the surrounding space; it was much stronger than Jimo Qianzhou’s earlier palm strike.

The martial power formation was indeed not to be made light of.

Boom!

The red aura suddenly dissipated.

The shockwaves left in the wake of its dissipation resembled resplendent fireworks. Even the weaker cultivators in the Immemorial Massacre Sea could see them without special means.

“The Netherworld Sect does have some means.”

The Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s nine Heavenly Gods frowned.

The red aura was several times stronger than before. If it had been directed at their formation, they wouldn’t have been able to remain as relaxed as before.

Shing!

A thread of golden light suddenly shot out from the dense congregation of red aura. It was extremely broad, but its width was only that of a normal sword.

It moved so fast that it sliced through Jimo Qianzhou’s chest before anyone could register what was happening.

Even Ouyang Mingzhang, Long Mucheng, and the other Heavenly Gods were taken aback, let alone the others.

How could Jimo Qianzhou, a Heavenly God, be struck that easily?

“A mere ant dares to challenge this god?”

Beams of golden light fell from space like a meteor storm.

These beams were slim but destructive, dispersing not just the Netherworld Sect’s red aura but their enhanced martial power formation too. At the same time, they also pierced through all the Netherworld Sectmembers.