more than three half-step Divine Realm experts.The Grandmaster is already a mysterious figure.Even the Ye family, the top clan in Daxiang, would not easily offend a Grandmaster!Although nowadays grand...Chapter 1251: The Dharma Image Shattered

Chapter 1251: The Buddha Image Shattered.

Ye Fu Sheng struggled, but his muscles and bones felt as if they were being shattered, his skin and flesh as if being slapped. His breath was scattered, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Boom!

A loud bang.

The deafening roar wasn't real; it exploded in the minds of the crowd below.

The scene above was truly awe-inspiring, so overwhelming that even the most profound thoughts could not fathom it. A golden figure towering a hundred meters tall grasped Ye Fusheng in its hand, making him appear almost insignificant!

However, no one cared about the shock, everyone was terrified!

"Spare me, Immortal Emperor!"

Yang Dingtian was terrified, he opened his mouth and knelt on the ground instantly. He had already seen that Ye Fusheng was failing. If he continued, he would be wiped out. He was fighting for Daxia, for the human race, how could he remain indifferent

"Spare my life, Immortal Emperor!"

Ten women regained their composure, quickly kneeling down. Tears had already soaked through their clothes. They desperately wanted to rush forward, desperately wanting to help their men, even if it meant dying with him.

But that height was simply too high, too high for me to reach.

"Spare my life, Immortal Emperor!"

When the 140 million people of Daxia saw this, they also knelt down and pleaded for mercy. Their hearts were torn apart, pierced by countless arrows. To this day, Ye Fusheng is no longer a person in their hearts, nor simply a War Emperor. He is faith, a spiritual pillar. How could they bear to watch him crumble

For a moment.

The entire country of Daxia was clamoring for mercy.

"Huh"

Fu Tian Xian Di let out a cold snort, not only unfazed, but rather felt a perverse sense of enjoyment. It had been many years since he had made a move, many years since anyone dared to provoke him. Even more so, he hadn't seen such despair in someone's eyes for ages!

Yes, it's to make them desperate!

He sneered and said, “Commoners, to actually dream of becoming emperor and defying the heavens, you are utterly delusional. Tonight, I will obliterate him into nothingness. If anyone else in the mortal realm dares to provoke me, this Emperor will descend again and wipe out all mortals!”

As they were talking.

With a sudden burst of strength, he squeezed Ye Fuosheng's hand with all his might, as if determined to crush him.

"No!"

All those below roared in terror, enduring unimaginable suffering.

In the next second.

There was no sound of being crushed, instead, Ye Fusheng opened his hands and actually managed to open the Heavenly Immortal Emperor's palm.

Ye Fusheng was like a different person, his voice hoarse and chilling to the bone.

"桀桀桀…"

First came a maniacal laugh, followed by his figure withdrawing from the dharma form to contain the laughter. He played with a tone of amusement and said, “Youngster Fu Tian, I didn’t expect that after thousands of years, you could still sense this king's aura. It seems you haven’t forgotten about this king, have you Kekeke.”

The moment that sound came out.

The temperature plummeted, and goose feather snow began to fall from the sky.

"Candle Nine Yin!"

Fu Tian Xian Di squeezed out three words from between his teeth, glaring angrily: "I intended to execute this child and then go find you. Unexpectedly, you actually entrusted your beastly qi onto him. Since that's the case, I'll save myself the trouble. Tonight, I will eradicate both of you!"

He was furious, suppressed, and extremely irritable, planning to crush Ye Fusheng directly. Unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway.

... to the point where his words hung in the air.

He struck again with a palm!

Zhu Jiu Yin controlled Ye Fu Sheng's body, quickly moving backward, perfectly dodging.

"You only dare to bully him, and you want to deal with me"

As the Immortal Emperor of Futian remained unresponsive, he raised his hand in a swift gesture. Three long dragons surged forth instantaneously.

"Traitor!"

Chu Jiu Yin squeezed out two words from between his teeth, his eyes full of disdain. Although in people's perception, the dragon was the strongest existence among the beast race, they had forgotten that Chu Jiu Yin had another name: Zhu Long!

He is also a dragon!

However, because of the failure of the Three Realms War centuries ago, he was described as a hideous and villainous figure in sparse records. After all, history is written by the victors

He saw three long dragons rushing to his side, wielding a saber, their beastly qi constantly flowing into it. The saber shone again, but not purple, but crimson.

The divine sword surged in size, reaching dozens of zhang in length. As it swung, it cleaved through space itself.

Click!

Yet another long queue cut!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Two other dragons, enraged, roared and unfurled their claws, ready to tear Him limb from limb.

The aura of Candle Nine Yin burst forth once more, centered on him. A crimson bloody energy spread outwards, like a corrosive plague. Wherever the blood qi touched the dragon's body, black smoke arose.

Two fearsome dragons retreated at high speed, but how could Chu Jiu Yin let go of this opportunity His demonic energy erupted, completely engulfing the two dragons and melting them utterly.

Almost at the same time.

Finally, the celestial emperor of summer moved. While his physical form remained in place, his divine manifestation suddenly surged towards Candle Nine Yin. As it rushed forward, space buzzed incessantly.

"You think you're the only one with a Dharma Form, that I don't"

Zhu Jiu Yin sneered.

The crimson blood mist that permeated the space instantly converged, transforming into a sky-devouring python over a hundred zhang long in a blink of an eye. This giant python was covered in blood-red dragon scales, with a dragon's head and eyes that radiated an unfathomable chill.

"Roar!"

Zhu Jiuyin's Dharma form roared angrily and rushed towards Fu Tian's Dharma form.

Two colossal beings in the heavens and earth moved with incredible speed, both ferocious and terrifying, as if they were about to settle their fate in a single move!

Just three seconds.

The two collided.

Boom!

The loudest roar of the night echoed across the heavens and earth.

The earth trembled, mountains shook.

Stars shift and change above.

The space was cold and empty, as if it had been blasted into a vacuum.

The next second.

Click!

The Nine Yin Scriptures' phantasmal image began to shatter, first breaking into pieces and then falling from the sky, vanishing into nothingness as it fell.

Yes, it's a decisive move!

But He failed!

Looking again, the image of Futuo's Heavenly Dharma was somewhat scattered, yet it remained a complete whole.

"After all... I am not my true self, and I can't exert my full strength." Zhu Jiu Yin spoke slowly.

The tone was filled with unwillingness and bitterness, but there was also a hint of resignation, because before coming here, he knew the outcome. He had been suppressed for thousands of years, it was impossible to be Ye Tian's opponent. The reason he appeared was that even if Ye Fusheng died, there was no hope for him anyway.

But... I'm still not quite willing to give up!

Futian roared, "Incompetence is incompetence! There's no need to make excuses. Without your dharma form, you're nothing more than a pathetic little demon, unable to achieve eternity. But this king keeps his word. I'll first slay this spawn and then personally send you to oblivion!"

Zhú Jiǔyīn looked at Fú Tiānxiān Dì, weakly saying: "You dare to come and see this king, this king will surely..."

Before he could finish, the voice disappeared completely.

Having expended all of his beastly energy in unleashing his divine form, he is now drained and unable to borrow Ye Fusheng's body any longer.

"Humph!"

In the sweltering heat of summer, seeing the Nine Yin vanish, Fu Tian felt a twinge of unwillingness. If She were here, he would have killed her outright!

"He has no form, and cannot be eternal. If you lose your form, wouldn't you also die" Ye Fusheng, who had regained his composure, suddenly asked.

"Huh"

Fu Tian looked at Ye Fu Sheng, not expecting him to ask these kinds of questions at this time.

"It should be right."

Ye Fusheng muttered to himself, his hands gripping the saber tightly as he looked up at the hundred-zhang dharma image.

Fu Tian's face was full of mockery, he looked at... wasn't he...desperate

Just then.

Ye Fu Sheng suddenly raised his hand, the purple glow of his treasured blade illuminating the entire world as it slashed straight towards the Dharma form.

Heaven and Earth, a single blade strike!

Wow!

A blade sliced into Fa Xiang's forehead, embedding itself in his skull.

Then just listen.

Click...

The Dharmic form was covered in cracks, then shattered into pieces, each falling and merging with space...

"Ugh..." The heavenly official, still kneeling, was terrified beyond measure, unable to believe his eyes.

The Celestial Emperor's Dharma Form actually shatteredrane bulge was rising faster and faster, already a full ten feet high, looking like it would burst at any moment. The inky black miasma inside churned constantly, like demonic faces struggling to brea...