Ji Chuan bent over painfully, vomiting blood, his trembling hands propping up the ground, resembling a curled shrimp. His delicate, feminine face cracked with golden fissures, nearly shattering into pieces.

Even his anguished roar abruptly ceased.

This was a perfect opportunity, and a Ghost Slayer of Netherworld’s caliber would never miss it. He broke through the rain, dashing forward like a phantom, swinging his blade to clear the torrential rain, striking towards the enemy’s back!

As usual, it was the Ultimate One Strike. The infinite slashing held no meaning, the tide-like blade light pierced the darkness, then shattered the roaring storm. The pitch-black long street was illuminated for a moment, revealing the curled figure pierced on the spot!

"Ah!"

The blade tore open the chest, Ji Chuan’s upper body was instantly stabbed into a beehive!

Thick blood sprayed out, blooming like flowers.

The Sword Bone of the Sword Sect had almost no effect against the Dimension Slash of Ghost Slayer.

"Young man, it’s time to act."

Netherworld laughed wildly, his blood-covered face was ferocious. Releasing the tachi that locked the enemy’s hands, preventing him from escaping again: "This is the perfect chance to clean the sect!"

Gu Jianlin was decisive, breaking through the rain curtain and flashing in front of them, his right hand reached out lightning-fast.

Neck lock.

All Heavens Divine Thunder!

This strike was infused with Evolution Theory, Ji Chuan was suddenly engulfed by intense lightning. The reverse evolution trend accelerated again, his body exploded with dense blood mist.

Gu Jianlin’s eyes showed no mercy, yet he saw Ji Chuan reveal a strange smile.

"Too late, everything is about to be revealed."

Ji Chuan emitted a voice not belonging to him, like the low roar of an Ancient Bell resonating from his already nonexistent chest cavity. His body withered and rotted, like decaying bark, intertwined roots and veins spread, replacing flesh and blood.

His body unexpectedly manifested golden branches, and his pupils shone with resplendent golden light! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Zhu Zhao!

That was the Primordial power!

With a bang, Netherworld staggered back, his bare chest was charred black. Currently, he’s just an Adapted of You Ying Law, this power is his ultimate nemesis.

"Damn."

Netherworld murmured, blood flowing from his eyes.

Only Gu Jianlin could still stand motionless, his vision no longer contained any trace of the man, replaced by a burning sun!

This was the will of the Primordial, appearing on Ji Chuan’s body, like a murmuring dream.

"The sun has risen."

An old, desperate, bizarre voice echoed in the darkness.

"You cannot stop me."

At this moment, the sun rose.

Gu Jianlin looked up, seeing the sun suspended above the Sky Dome.

Ji Chuan disappeared just like that before his eyes.

The ground suddenly trembled, as if something was about to burst through the earth, the surrounding dimension fiercely turbulent, vaguely reflecting a desolate scene of another world.

And he stood alone here, as if forgotten at the end of time.

He was stunned.

He had seen that desolate, broken landscape before.

Ancestor Star!

It was the Ancestor Star of the Ancient God Clan!

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And at this moment, the climax of the decisive battle in Huayan Temple unfolded, as the clashing of two swords reached its peak, exploding in silence like thunder.

Lin Dong was drenched in blood, raising the great sword forged in ice, the blade conjuring a howling ice storm. His mind thought of the solitary, lonely back of the President, of his comrades dying one by one before him, and of the past torn apart by sword edges.

And of course, the cold face of the man in front of him.

"Rhein!"

He roared loudly, Sword Qi, Sword Breath, Sword Domain integrated into one, all things for the sword!

No, all things for a single sword!

The Ninth Rank ability of the Sword Sect Path could mean infinite destruction within range, or a deadly strike fusing countless swords into one blow, the Sword Intent concentrated to an unprecedented extreme.

This was what the President once taught, now finally reproduced in his hands!

And at this moment, Rhein also let out an angry roar, still the integration of Sword Qi, Sword Breath, Sword Domain, the domain of all things for the sword condensed to the extreme, merged into his palm.

Thousands of threads of wind coalesced into a sword, suddenly piercing through the howling snow, stabbing into his chest!

Lin Dong’s lungs were pierced, his sword then abruptly slashed down!

With a crack, Rhein’s chest was torn open, leaving a wound deep enough to expose bone.

Extreme movement became extreme stillness, they stared at each other with blood-red eyes, their gaze filled with unresolvable hatred.

"You want to discredit me, to nail me to the pillar of shame, why use such means."

Lin Dong’s face, covered in bloodstains, showed no expression: "I am not Solomon."

Rhein stared at him coldly, hoarsely speaking: "Then prove it to me."

He rotated the wind blade in his hand, inch by inch crushing the lungs of the man before him.

Of course, the ice shards on his chest also turned into spikes, drilling into his heart.

For Lin Dong, he had no choice left, he could never persuade his nemesis with words alone, the hatred between the Judgement Court and the Night Watcher was irreconcilable, leaving only slaughter.

They had shed so much life and blood along the way.

If he, as the leader, retreated, even in death, he could not face his comrades.

As for Rhein, he had even less retreat.

No matter if you are the true leader of The Order of the Hidden, you cannot block my way.