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Chapter 865 - 391: Lifting the Blood Race Saint King’s Coffin Lid

"No... This is impossible..."

The Saint King frantically urged the Holy Relic: "My Lord, eternal and indestructible!"

Ye Qingzhou stepped forward calmly, each step causing the ground of Eden Park to crack. When he reached Salmas, his left hand was already placed on the opponent’s chest.

"Slash, Infinite."

The Sword Realm descended, and under the immense pressure, the blood-red crystal instantly showed cracks.

"Sword Tribulation, Sky Burial."

Ye Qingzhou transformed the Death Dao Principles and Taiyin Dao Principles, using the Power of the Heavenly Dao to bury all beings. Even the Seventh Saint King, possessing the Blood God Origin, was like a lamb to be slaughtered before this Sky Burial.

"Laws Destruction... Gold Arrow..."

Salmas’ eye on the finger bones shed bloody tears. He looked at Ye Qingzhou in shock and clearly recognized this as a means only the Nether Emperor possessed: "You actually..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyeball, along with himself, was completely shattered in an explosion.

The three Divine Trees let out piercing screeches, their branches and leaves frantically swaying, trying to escape, but the ground suddenly collapsed—the underground embryo finally exposed to the sunlight, it was a huge mass of flesh composed of countless blood vessels, its surface covered with opening eyes.

The remnants of Ye Qingzhou’s upper body hovered in the air, raising the last three swords towards the embryo.

"Divine Feather Celestial Serpent Slash!"

Sword Intent like a dragon, roaring across the sky!

Sword Qi like a roc, covering the world!

Amidst the endless dazzling radiance, the first sword severed the roots of the Tree of Life, the second sword split open the trunk of the Tree of Knowledge, and the third sword uprooted the Tree of Good and Evil.

The three trees twisted like dying giant pythons, ultimately crashing onto the embryo. The giant grinder of flesh emitted an inhuman wail, beginning to rapidly shrink, and Eden Park started to collapse.

In the perception of Divine Thought, Ye Qingzhou suddenly looked towards a certain place in the void—there, twelve Golden Coffins seemed to faintly hover, with one slowly opening.

"The remaining dead of the Blood Race?"

Utilizing the Power of the Void, Ye Qingzhou’s figure was now blurred, as if he would dissipate with the wind in the next moment, but only one Sword Intent eternally resided there, suppressing the embryo under the eternal Sword Tomb.

The inverted pyramid disintegrated, revealing the real night sky outside. A blood moon hung in the air, with stars hidden, as if in mourning and brewing.

On the distant snowy mountain summit, standing proudly in the cold wind, the Emperor Slayer tasting wine suddenly raised his head, a rare smile on his stern face: "The first one."

Meanwhile, the Pale Moon hung high in the sky, above the ruins of Eden Park, and three Golden Coffins trembled simultaneously.

The coffin of the Third Saint King, the Skeletal King Molok, was the first to shatter, countless white bone arms reaching out from within, lifting a skeleton draped in Bronze Battle Armor.

He held a Bone Staff, with burning Glowing Green Soul Flame in his hollow eye sockets, his hoarse voice like the wails of ten thousand ghosts: "Daring to destroy my race’s Divine Tree, you deserve death!"

Next, the coffin of the Fourth Saint King, the Shadow Weaver Nix, was engulfed by black mist, spider web-like threads spreading from within, weaving into a seductive figure.

She wore a spider web veil, fingertips entwined with strands of fate, chuckling softly: "I’ll take your line of fate."

Finally, the coffin of the Eleventh Saint King, the Saint King’s Abyssal Eye Cthulhu, exploded with a thunderous roar, hundreds of living eyes floating midair, with a malformed body in the center—his head completely composed of a giant eye, his body embedded with countless writhing pupils.

"What is seen... is death."

The three great Saint Kings descended simultaneously!

Ye Qingzhou’s armor stained with blood, yet his gaze remained cold and sharp. He raised his hand, pressing it to his chest, and shouted:

"Celestial Sword Armor, full-power mode!"

Clang~

Seven Golden Talisman Secret Text burst from his body, transforming into a stream of light covering him entirely.

In an instant, a silver-white Battle Armor wrapped around his body, the surface of the armor flowing with Dao Rune, with six Sword Feather Celestial Wings slowly unfolding behind him, like a Celestial God’s descent.

The Void Melting Furnace activated, extracting the Spiritual Qi frantically within a hundred-mile radius, converting it to energy;

Sword Scale Emperor Armor activated, immune to all curses and instant-death effects;

Eye of Time Reversal opening at the brow of the helmet, time laws flowed.

"Three pieces of old bacon..."

Ye Qingzhou coldly laughed, pointing his sword at the three Saint Kings: "Let’s all come together."

"Ignorant new god, for your arrogance... pay the price!"

Molok smashed the Bone Staff to the ground, the graves of Canaan Land exploded open, tens of thousands of eerie white skeletons crawled out, converging into an Undying Legion, each skeleton possessing at least Master Level combat strength.

Among them were tens of thousands exuding Silver Grandmaster aura, and even hundreds of golden ones, emitting the unique Mental Imagery of Martial Saints.

Hundred corpses of Martial Saint Strong Persons refined into skeletal puppets!

Undoubtedly, these were refined by Molok from human race corpses stolen from the long river of history, even though unable to possess all the power of their past lives, they were still enough to astonish the world.

More terrifying, upon touching the Celestial Sword Armor, these skeletons began corroding the Dao Principles!

"Trying to pollute my Primordial Dao Body?"

Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Wings flickered, retreating rapidly while activating Celestial Punishment Sword Armor.

"Laws Destruction, Black Annihilation!"

The Infinite Sword Realm quietly unfolded, thousands of Sword Intent evolved, simulating Taiyin Dao Principles, urging the Power of Returning to Void.

A pitch-black sword light swept across eight directions, like a black hole passing, wherever it went, the skeletal army turned to dust, even Molok’s Bronze Bone Staff was slashed with a crack!

Shadow Weaver Nix lightly chuckled, flicking her fingers, countless shadow threads quietly entwined Ye Qingzhou’s limbs.

"Your fate... woven by me."

In terrifying mental screeching sounds, the threads suddenly tightened, but the Sword Scale Emperor Armor erupted with immeasurable sword light, surging the angry waves of the time river, directly breaking these threads of fate.