Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 402: Two people killed in succession, leaving only one insect!

In front.

The old ox seemed to be a war god descending to earth, wielding a purple-gold hammer.

That imposing and robust figure, carrying an overwhelming aura, had already encountered the demonic insect and the two black-robed cultivators head-on.

Neither side was benevolent, and without needing to say a word, the moment their eyes met, it was like a collision of planets, and war broke out!

In an instant, the poisonous mist, like a surging black tide, poured out of the demonic insect and swept over the old ox.

It collided violently with the golden palm print that shone brightly in the sky, falling like golden meteors.

"Boom boom boom..."

The deafening roar was like the fury of heaven and earth.

The poisonous fog was shaken and scattered in all directions, like a shattered black curtain;

The golden palm prints were also shattered by the erosion and impact of the poisonous fog, turning into specks of golden light and disappearing without a trace.

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The demonic insect on the other side was clearly the strongest of the three.

Its ferocious mouth opened and closed continuously, spewing out one "poison gas bomb" after another, emitting an eerie glow.

These poison gas bombs were like demons from hell, exuding a chilling aura.

Wherever it passed, the space sizzled and hissed as it corroded, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The demonic insects attempted to corrode the old ox's tall and robust body with these continuous poison gas bombs!

Let its flesh rot and its bones break down, until it is completely lifeless and becomes a cold corpse.

However, the old ox seemed to be protected by a deity.

He was enveloped in an invisible yet indestructible golden shield.

Before the "poison gas bomb" even touched his tall body, it was shaken away by the powerful force.

Like a fragile bubble bursting in a storm, it couldn't cause him any harm at all.

However, the old ox's goal was very clear.

He knew all too well that these two human cultivators, under the cover of the poisonous fog, were like annoying flies lurking nearby, waiting for their chance to strike, and were extremely irritating.

And so, at the very moment the poisonous fog was broken...

He roared and smashed his purple-gold hammer down on one of the cultivators like a mountain crashing down.

The cultivator reacted quickly, instantly forming a suit of armor radiating a cold, eerie light around his body, which withstood the attack.

With a loud "bang," the armor flashed, barely managing to withstand the terrifying power of the purple-gold hammer.

But the cultivator was also shaken, his blood and qi surging, and his face turned deathly pale.

........

But would the old ox give him a chance to catch his breath?!

He moved with lightning speed, launching a large foot into the air at incredible speed.

Like a giant iron pestle, it kicked fiercely toward the cultivator's face with a whistling sound!

Before the cultivator could recover from the shock, he was struck squarely in the face by the kick.

In an instant, he felt stars flash before his eyes;

It felt like my head had been hit by a heavy hammer; I was instantly dizzy and nearly died.

Just as he was trying to regain his senses and steady himself!

But then, a sharp sword light suddenly appeared from the side, like a lightning bolt slicing through the darkness, and then rapidly magnified in his eyes.

The sword light was so fast that he had no time to react.

There was a "puff" sound.

The sword light seemed to enter an empty space, instantly piercing his brow, and the powerful sword energy directly shattered his primordial spirit.

Fresh blood trickled down his nose, dripping onto the ground below and staining it red.

When the sword tip was pulled out, the cultivator was already lifeless, his body lying straight and slowly falling down, with no intention of resisting anymore.

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the other side.

The old ox moved with ghostly speed, its steps quickening, carrying an indomitable and resolute momentum.

Like a primordial beast breaking free of its shackles, it charged wildly toward the remaining cultivator.

The purple-gold hammer in his hand shone brightly, radiating a mysterious and dazzling purple-gold light.

It was like a divine object descended from the heavens, so dazzling that one dared not look directly at it.

As the old ox continued to swing the golden hammer, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky.

The once clear sky instantly changed, with thick, dark clouds rapidly gathering and churning like a surging black tide, as if a sleeping giant beast were awakening within them.

A deafening rumble of thunder rolled in from the clouds, sounding like the angry roar of a god!

At this moment, the purple-gold hammer seemed to resonate with the power of thunder in the world, carrying a thunderous might that could destroy the heavens and the earth.

And with lightning speed, it crashed down on the remaining King Realm cultivator!

Even before the hammer arrived, its terrifying aura had already distorted and deformed the surrounding space.

........

The cultivator watched helplessly as his two companions died tragically before his eyes, his heart already filled with fear.

Just as they were hesitating whether to fight to the death or find a chance to escape, they witnessed this breathtaking scene.

Instantly, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head!

My nerves began to tremble uncontrollably, as if I were in an endless abyss, tightly shrouded by the shadow of death.

He had no time to think, and his body retreated rapidly like an arrow released from a bow, trying to dodge this fatal blow.

But no matter how fast he was, it was all in vain in the face of the lightning-fast purple-gold hammer.

Those shadows of purple-gold hammers, accompanied by violent lightning, resembled the wrath of the gods, unleashing thunderous punishment and divine retribution.

With boundless majesty and terrifying power, it swept towards him in an overwhelming manner.

The cultivator felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape, surrounded by purple-gold light and flashing lightning.

He had no choice but to keep dodging left and right, his body twisting wildly in the shadows of the hammer, like a withered leaf in the wind, teetering on the verge of falling, in order to avoid getting hurt.

But the hammer shadows were like a torrential downpour, covering the sky and the earth; how could he possibly dodge them all?!

A deafening roar was heard, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

Then, a huge, illusory image of a purple-gold hammer landed directly on his head.

The force of this blow was truly immense, like Mount Tai pressing down on you.

The powerful impact instantly stiffened his body, and his muscles spasmed uncontrollably, as if he had been electrocuted, rendering him unable to move.

He felt his head buzzing, stars flashing before his eyes, and his consciousness gradually blurring. It felt as if life was slowly slipping away from his body.

........

At this moment.

"call out--"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.

An arrow, radiating a warm, jade-like light, hurtled through the air like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, carrying an unwavering and resolute momentum.

Its speed was extremely fast, and in an instant it disappeared into the head of the cultivator who had already been severely injured by the Purple Gold Hammer.

Immediately afterwards, a loud "boom" resounded, like a thunderclap from hell, and exploded inside the cultivator's skull.

In an instant, the red and white brain matter burst open like a fountain.

Fresh blood splattered out like raindrops.

The cultivator's body was also split and blasted apart by this terrifying force.

Limbs and severed parts were scattered everywhere, a truly gruesome sight.

A strong stench of blood permeated the air.

The old ox turned around and saw that Wang Anran's arrow was incredibly accurate. It immediately grinned and gave Wang Anran a thumbs up.

Then, he slowly turned his head and his gaze fell on the demonic insect opposite him, who was trembling with anger.

A slight, mocking smile appeared on his lips as he spoke:

"Hey, you stinky bug, what are you doing, baring your teeth and claws like that?"

"Look at you, you look like a clown, what are you doing jumping around here?"

........

The demonic insect was already burning with rage because of the tragic death of its companion.

Hearing the old ox's mocking remarks, it became so angry that its tentacles trembled violently, emitting a series of angry hissing sounds.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like a curse from the abyss.

The poisonous mist emanating from its body erupted like a burst dam.

A strong, rotten smell instantly filled the air, pungent and nauseating.

Some of the cultivators who were initially watching and hoping for the best were horrified by the pungent smell, and their faces changed drastically.

They all moved away again, afraid of being contaminated by the poisonous fog.

However, the old ox remained completely oblivious, standing calmly in place.

His eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

He curled his lip and continued to mock:

"Hey, look at you, you're so easily angered, aren't you?"

"What, did I hit a nerve?!"

"Come and bite me if you dare..."

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