Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Cao Ying, Reward is Devouring Ancestral Symbol

Chapter 338 Slaying the Soul DemonThe heavenly disk of annihilation flew out from within his body, expanding rapidly against the wind.

The dark-gold disk hung above his head, its surface lighting up with countless runes that radiated a vast and ancient pressure.

Next, the dark holy scythe hovered by his side, its blade flowing with a deep black light.

The primordial stone tablet flew out from his palm, lining up alongside the heavenly disk of annihilation; the runes on the tablet’s body pulsed violently, as if something slumbering was awakening.

Eight ancestral talismans lit up simultaneously behind him.

Flame, Ice, Devouring, Space, Darkness, Life and Death—

The phantoms of the eight great ancestral talismans were no longer blurry as before, but physical entities.

Every phantom spun frantically, eight completely different powers of Origin intertwining to form a brilliant halo around Shen Wen.

That halo rotated slowly, and wherever it passed, space distorted and collapsed.

Soul Demon Elder’s expression changed completely.

He had lived for so long and seen countless Dou Shengs, as well as countless treasures.

But that dark-gold disk, that pitch-black scythe, 그 that simple stone tablet, and those eight terrifying fluctuations...

Not a single one of them should appear on one person.

Any one of them was enough to drive a Dou Sheng mad.

And now, all of these things were pointed at him.

”You... what power is this?!”

His voice was hoarse, carrying an undeniable fear.

Shen Wen did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and pointed lightly.

The next moment—

The power of the eight great ancestral talismans exploded simultaneously!

Eight types of Origin power transformed into eight torrents, surging frantically into the heavenly disk of annihilation.

The dark-gold disk vibrated violently, the runes on its surface shining blindingly bright, as if bearing a power it wasn’t meant to carry.

The dark holy scythe swung up, delivering a slash.

A pitch-black blade light cut through the Void Realm, yet it wasn’t aimed at Soul Demon Elder, but at the space in front of the heavenly disk of annihilation.

The moment the blade light fell, that patch of space was forcibly torn open into a rift.

Within the rift, the darkness of nothingness surged, and one could faintly see countless distorted lights flowing.

The primordial stone tablet moved.

The stone tablet turned into a streak of light and charged into that rift.

The next moment—

A fluctuation that made even Hun Qianmo tremble with fear erupted from the rift!

That fluctuation was too vast and too terrifying, such that the Formations sealing the Void Realm collapsed instantly, and the Hun Clan Dou Shengs all spat blood as they were sent flying!

Soul Demon Elder’s eyes widened.

He wanted to run.

But he couldn’t move.

The moment the power of the eight great ancestral talismans locked onto him, it pinned him firmly in place.

That power was too immense, as if the entire world was making him its enemy.

”No—!”

He roared, desperately burning his Essence Blood in an attempt to break free.

But it was useless.

From within the rift, a dark-gold pillar of light boomed outward.

The pillar was over a hundred zhang thick, and wherever it passed, space was easily shredded like fragile paper.

Within the pillar of light, one could vaguely see the phantom of the primordial stone tablet bobbing, the blade light of the dark holy scythe flowing, and the Origin power of the eight great ancestral talismans intertwining.

Soul Demon Elder didn’t even have time to scream before he was completely submerged by the light pillar.

The light pillar lasted for about three breaths.

After three breaths, the light dissipated.

Where Soul Demon Elder had stood, only a cloud of dissipating blood mist remained.

And a jade bottle floating in mid-air.

It was the great dao treasure bottle.

The mouth of the treasure bottle pointed downward, and a pitch-black vortex spun slowly.

The dissipating blood mist was sucked into the bottle, along with Soul Demon Elder’s Soul fragments and Essence Blood Origin, leaving not a trace behind.

The battlefield fell into a dead silence.

The Hun Clan Dou Shengs froze in place, looking at the floating jade bottle with eyes full of terror.

A Five-Star Dou Sheng.

Just gone like that?

Without even a chance to resist?

Shen Wen did not stop.

Holding Xuan Yi in his arms, he moved.

Pushing the Xing Character Secret to its limit, his speed reached the extreme.

The first Dou Sheng didn’t even have time to react before his head was severed by the dark holy scythe.

The second Dou Sheng turned to run, but was pinned in place by the space ancestral talisman and sucked into a dried corpse by the devouring ancestral talisman.

The third Dou Sheng formed hand seals to fight for his life, but was stripped of all vitality by the life and death ancestral talisman, turning into a mummified corpse.

The fourth...

The fifth...

In just a few breaths, those seven or eight Hun Clan Dou Shengs had all fallen.

Not a single intact corpse remained.

They were either cut in two, sucked dry, stripped of life, or blasted into blood mist by the eight types of Origin power.

Shen Wen stopped and stood in mid-air.

Holding Xuan Yi, his blood Qi still soared to the heavens, and the eight ancestral talisman phantoms rotated slowly behind him like stars guarding an emperor.

He glanced down at Xuan Yi in his arms, confirming her life force had stabilized, before looking up toward the figure in the distance struggling with Old Man Shennong.

Hun Qianmo.

...

Hun Qianmo’s expression had changed completely.

From the moment Shen Wen summoned the heavenly disk of annihilation, his gaze had not left that young figure.

That terrifying power that erupted in an instant made even his heart palpitate.

This kid...

Just what is his background?

He had lived for hundreds of years and seen countless Geniuses and secret treasures.

But something like this—

He had never seen it.

Even Clan Chief Hun Tiandi, in his youth, did not have such a terrifying foundation.

He only had time to catch a glimpse of Soul Demon Elder’s fall.

The moment that light pillar boomed out, he knew Soul Demon was finished.

He wanted to go and save him.

But he couldn’t move.

That old thing Old Man Shennong had been fighting lukewarmly before, making him think the old fellow was only so-so.

But now, the old man’s Living Spirit Flame surged like crazy, the emerald-green flames turning into walls of fire that trapped him firmly in place.

”Old Man Shennong!”

Hun Qianmo gave a low roar and struck out with a palm, shattering a wall of fire.

But as soon as that fire wall broke, three more surged forward.

Old Man Shennong leaned on his cane, standing in the middle of the sea of fire, looking at him with a smile.

”This old man hasn’t fought enough yet, shall we continue?”

There was a hint of mockery and a hint of satisfaction in that smile.

Hun Qianmo’s face turned ashen.

He looked at the figure in the distance slaughtering his clansmen, then at the smiling old fellow in front of him, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

”Old Man Shennong, do you truly intend to offend my Hun Clan to the death?!”

The smile on Old Man Shennong’s face vanished.

He looked at Hun Qianmo, and for the first time, a chill appeared in his cloudy old eyes.

”Hun Qianmo, you’ve lived long enough to be an old tortoise, how are you still so senseless?”

He paused, tapping his cane lightly against the Void Realm.

”Where in the world is the logic that you can kill others, but others cannot kill you?”

”Do you really think you descendants of a Dou Di have an extra life compared to everyone else?”

Hun Qianmo was stunned.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found he simply couldn’t speak.

It was true.

Their Hun Clan had killed countless people, captured who knows how many Alchemists, and extracted how many Souls.

At those times, when had they ever thought that one day, they would be killed too?

Old Man Shennong looked at his state and shook his head.

”Alright, stop dazing.”

He raised his hand, and the Living Spirit Flame surged out again, turning into walls of fire that trapped Hun Qianmo tight.

”Your clansmen are all dead. Next, it’s your turn.”