Upon receiving the message from Venerable Huocheng, Dongbo Xueying immediately understood the dire situation. Glancing at the entangled Sword Realm Monarch beside him, the three monarchs charging from the front, and the frenzied pursuit of Emperor Chengming from behind, he realized just how perilous his circumstances were.
“*The Blood Demon Scroll*, Volume One? I only knew that the Great Emperor of Annihilation possessed Volume Two. Who would have thought the Howling Fiend Cult Leader would stumble upon Volume One by sheer chance,” Dongbo Xueying mused inwardly. “And now it’s fallen into my hands. The Cult Leader must be going mad with regret. Knowing he could never reclaim it, he decided to make it public?”
A supreme technique!
And not just any copy—the original! Even when Dongbo Xueying had learned *The Taihao* from his master, he had only received the transmission, while the original remained in his master’s possession.
The original was of immeasurable value, capable of being passed down countless times.
“No wonder they’re all going berserk,” Dongbo Xueying thought, his mind racing as he grasped the full extent of his danger.
Surrender the *Blood Demon Scroll*?
The thought never crossed his mind.
Even if he handed it over, the gathered powers now besieging him—those who failed to claim the scroll—would surely eliminate him to earn the rewards bestowed by the Abyss Will.
“Then… I’ll fight! Fight my way out!” A fierce glint flashed in Dongbo Xueying’s eyes as a layer of black armor materialized over his body, encasing him completely. The flowing dark plates covered him from head to toe, with a war helmet and a soft black mask clinging to his face, leaving no inch exposed.
The crimson-robed man had transformed into a soldier of the Annihilation Legion.
“Heh heh heh, Lord Dongbo, stop running. Stay and keep me company,” a hazy green mist surged toward the Starfield Ark, instantly permeating Dongbo Xueying’s body as an invisible force corroded his divine heart.
“An illusion technique?”
Dongbo Xueying’s formidable will erupted outward like a tidal wave. As a soldier of the Annihilation Legion, the trials he had endured were far more grueling than the initial challenges. His divine heart was already as clear as crystal, and his willpower shattered the illusion effortlessly, even radiating outward to affect the surrounding Abyss Monarchs.
Of the five besieging him, only the two True Gods—Emperor Chengming and Monarch Mountainridge—remained unaffected. The other three Monarchs staggered as their divine hearts were struck, their senses momentarily blurred under an oppressive, suffocating weight.
“As expected of a genius World God from the Divine Realm. Such formidable willpower,” Monarch Mountainridge boomed, his voice resonating across the heavens. His colossal fist descended like divine retribution, a hammer of judgment crashing down. As it neared, it blotted out the sky like an immense storm cloud, dwarfing even the Starfield Ark.
“Get out of my way!” Clad in black armor, Dongbo Xueying held nothing back in his desperate escape. His Crimson Cloud Spear lashed out like a crimson dragon, coiling upward before smashing into the colossal fist with a furious crack.
**BOOM!!!**
The collision shattered space, sending tremors through the entire layer of the Abyss.
Monarch Mountainridge, initially brimming with confidence, paled in shock. His eyes bulged as the Crimson Cloud Spear, now elongated like a divine dragon, struck his fist with undiminished force before whipping into his mountainous chest. The towering Monarch was sent flying, his gargantuan frame lifted off the ground and hurled backward, leaving the other four—including Emperor Chengming—stunned.
“What?! He sent Monarch Mountainridge flying with a single strike?”
“Monarch Mountainridge is renowned for his strength, yet he was overpowered in a direct clash?”
Even the withered elder who had previously fought Dongbo Xueying was dumbfounded. Though he had been effortlessly shattered by the spear’s might, he never imagined that even Monarch Mountainridge—a True God famed for his brute force—would be sent flying. Where did such terrifying power come from?
“Hmph.” Dongbo Xueying smirked. Even the most ordinary soldier of the Annihilation Legion, the elite force that once roamed the cosmos under the Lakeheart Island Master, was no match for an average True God—let alone one augmented by the power of *The Taihao*.
In terms of realm, all five opponents surpassed him.
But in raw strength and speed? None could compare!
**WHOOSH—** The Starfield Ark tore through the void at blinding speed. Dongbo Xueying, clad in black armor and wielding the Crimson Cloud Spear, was a storm of violence. Anyone who dared stand in his way was crushed. The three Monarchs, mere Four-Heavens World Gods, couldn’t hope to impede him.
“Dongbo Xueying, you must stop.” Emperor Chengming’s voice echoed in his mind.
**Swish! Swish! Swish!**
Countless figures of Emperor Chengming materialized ahead of the Starfield Ark—an endless sea of illusions and true clones, each wielding a single blade as they lunged forward.
“Scram!” Dongbo Xueying swept his spear, unleashing a tempest that tore through space, obliterating every clone it touched like fragile bubbles. Yet more figures closed in, their movements unhindered by the distorted spacetime around them.
**Thud! Slash! Clang!**
Blades rained down on Dongbo Xueying—hacking, stabbing, slicing, smashing, tapping—each strike infused with profound mysteries.
Emperor Chengming was a master of the blade. Having transcended as a True God, his countless eons of battle in the Dark Abyss had refined his techniques to perfection. The very laws of heaven and earth had been distilled into his swordplay, far surpassing Dongbo Xueying’s comprehension. Some strikes sought to infiltrate his body, others vibrated to shatter his form, while a few were honed to slice through anything.
Yet no matter how they struck, the black armor remained unscathed. The weakened residual force couldn’t even disrupt Dongbo Xueying’s movements, his body and strength far too monstrous to be affected.
“Hmm?” Dongbo Xueying’s gaze swept the swarm of Emperor Chengming’s clones. His spear lashed out again in a brutal arc.
**BANG! BANG! BANG!**
Clones dissipated like mist, while the true Emperor Chengming hastily retreated.
“His body… He dares to let me strike him, yet I can’t harm him at all?” Emperor Chengming was stunned.
Invincible defense.
Absolute and unbreakable.
Even if Dongbo Xueying stood still, Emperor Chengming doubted he could leave a scratch.
“Those who stand in my way—DIE!” Dongbo Xueying roared, his voice infused with his will, reverberating across the battlefield. The three Four-Heavens Monarchs shuddered, while the countless lesser demons of this Abyss layer cowered in fear, sensing the fury from thousands of miles away.
Those demons had long since fled.
Any foolish enough to linger near the battle’s epicenter had already been reduced to ash.
The clash was so intense that its shockwaves could be felt billions of miles away.
“Those who stand in my way—DIE!”
“Those who stand in my way—DIE!”
The savage declaration, imprinted upon the very fabric of space, would echo for eons to come.
“We can’t kill him,” Emperor Chengming transmitted urgently. “But if we work together to delay him, Lord White Monarch will reward us handsomely.”
“Agreed,” Monarch Mountainridge replied. Against such an unstoppable force, none of them could hold him alone.
**BOOM!**
The Starfield Ark showed no signs of stopping.
Dongbo Xueying’s anxiety grew. The longer he was delayed, the slimmer his chances of survival. The Dark Abyss housed far more than just these Monarchs. Given time, even greater powers—those rivaling the likes of the Nine Suns Palace Master—would arrive. And if a Venerable appeared? A single strike would end him.
“Stop him!”
“Hold him back!”
Emperor Chengming and the other four fought desperately, though none dared risk their lives. A cornered Dongbo Xueying was a truly terrifying foe.
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