Should be executed

The waters of the East China Sea, the moment Ao Guang broke through the surface, did not stir up a monstrous wave. Instead, in a manner that defied common sense and was heart-pounding, they silently split open a vast chasm in both directions. The waters stood a thousand feet high, their edges smooth as a mirror, reflecting the gloomy sky above and the figure in black armor, shrouded in an endless aura of death and destruction.

He did not transform into a dragon, but maintained his human form, simply because this form could better concentrate all his strength, all his hatred and madness into one point and use it for killing.

Beneath him lay the East China Sea, turbid and churning with ominous foam after its spiritual essence had been forcibly drained. Behind him lay the ruins of the Dragon Palace, slowly crumbling and sinking into deeper darkness as its barrier shattered and undercurrents surged.

He didn't have any retrospectives.

The Ni Lin Ji pointed diagonally downwards, with the tip of the halberd facing the ancient sea that gave birth to him, imprisoned him, and was destroyed by his own hands, as if performing a silent farewell ceremony.

The next moment, he moved.

There were no wind or clouds to accompany it, no thunder to lead the way. Just a pure, ultimate black line, tearing through the heavens at a speed beyond light and beyond thought, piercing the sky straight towards that direction hanging high in the sky, where auspicious clouds swirled and the faint sound of celestial music drifted.

It was no longer flying in the clouds, but the most violent impact with the burning dragon soul and origin.

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Ninth Heaven, outside the South Gate of Heaven.

Today's security was a hundred times stricter than usual. Golden-armored generals stood in formation, their weapons gleaming coldly against the swirling auspicious clouds. The massive Heavenly Gate towered majestically, its countless auspicious carvings seeming to come alive, radiating a golden, restraining glow and emanating an unbreachable majesty.

Guarding this gate is the famous giant spirit general of the Heavenly Court. His body is as tall as a mountain, holding the Xuanhua giant axe in his hand, and his eyes are as fast as lightning as he scans the cloud road below.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted.

In the distant sky, a black dot rapidly grew larger. It wasn't an auspicious cloud, nor was it a celestial being, but rather a terrifying, murderous aura filled with destruction and death!

"Stop! This is the South Sky..." The giant general tried to stop with a voice as loud as a bell.

However, he didn't finish his words.

The black line is right in front of us!

There was no slowing down, no response. He couldn't even discern the exact form of the incoming force. He only saw a deep, all-consuming darkness, and within that darkness, a sudden, bright, dark golden tip of a halberd!

"boom--!!!"

An indescribable loud noise exploded.

It was not the explosion of energy collision, but the wail of rules being forcibly torn apart and the spatial structure collapsing instantly!

Ao Guang didn't even swing the Ni Lin Ji. He simply kept charging forward, slamming the tip of the Ji directly into the indestructible Nan Tianmen, which was covered with restrictions!

With the halberd's tip as its center, countless fine, spider-web-like black cracks instantly spread across the entire massive Heavenly Gate! The flowing golden light of the forbidden power, like ice and snow thrown into boiling oil, emitted a sharp "sizzling" sound and quickly dimmed and collapsed! The countless auspicious carvings on the gate—a severed unicorn's head, a broken phoenix's wings, and wailing cranes—shattered and peeled off as the cracks spread!

The giant spirit general's massive body was swept head-on by the aftermath of the impact. He couldn't even make any effective blocking moves. The Xuanhua giant axe, along with half of his golden armor, shattered like paper! He let out a short, painful groan, and his huge body was thrown backwards like a meteorite, shattering several layers of cloud palaces behind him. His life or death was unknown.

The golden-armored generals and heavenly soldiers guarding the South Gate of Heaven were like scarecrows in the wind in the face of the destructive shock wave. They were torn to pieces and blown away in an instant, turning into golden spots floating in the sky.

Broken stones, broken spears, and remnants of armor, mixed with the remains of immortal gods that had not yet completely dissipated, fell from the sky above the collapsed ruins of Nantianmen like a rainstorm.

Ao Guang stepped out from the dense smoke and destructive energy and stepped onto the cloud-like steps paved with white jade leading to the Yaochi.

The black armor was spotless, with only a drop of dark golden divine blood slowly dripping from the tip of the Nilin Halberd.

He didn't even glance at the completely shattered ruins of the Nantian Gate behind him, or the shambles of the immortal wreckage. His dark dragon eyes pierced through the layers of clouds and fixed their gaze firmly on the higher ground, where the immortal music was the loudest and the auspicious light was the brightest.

There is Yaochi.

He didn't pause and continued upwards.

The footsteps landed on the jade-smooth steps, making a clear and monotonous "thump...thump..." sound, which formed a strange and harsh contrast with the ethereal fairy music coming from afar.

With every step he took, the utterly concentrated, murderous aura surrounding him spread. Wherever it passed, the white jade steps seemed to be corroded by an invisible force, rapidly losing their luster, becoming dull and rough, and even spreading with fine cracks. The once vibrant flowers and plants on either side of the steps withered and faded at a visible rate, turning to ash. The swirling auspicious clouds were stained inky, becoming filthy and heavy.

Wherever he walked, he left behind a trail of death that continued to spread upwards.

"Stop him!"

"Form a formation! Quickly form a formation!"

More and more heavenly soldiers and generals rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, like a golden tide, pouring out from the cloud paths and palaces in all directions, trying to stop this evil god who was breaking into the core of heaven.

Various magical powers, flying swords and magic weapons turned into colorful streams of light, pouring towards Ao Guang like a torrential rain.

Ao Guang still did not stop, nor did he even change his speed.

He just casually waved the Ni Lin Halberd in his hand.

There was no dazzling light or magnificent sound, only a faint, almost transparent black ripple, centered on the halberd blade, fanning out forward.

Wherever the ripples reached, the whistling radiance of immortal magic vanished silently like foam. Flying swords and magical weapons, whether spiritual or immortal, lost their aura the moment they touched the ripples, breaking and shattering like ordinary iron. The heavenly soldiers and generals charging at the forefront didn't even have time to utter a scream before their bodies and souls, as the ripples passed by, turned into the finest dust and dissipated into the air.

With one strike of the halberd, the area ahead was cleared for hundreds of feet.

The golden tide was split open, creating a bloody vacuum zone.

He didn't hesitate, stepping on the debris of immortals and magical artifacts scattered across the ground as he continued to climb. The Ni Lin Ji dragged by his side, and the tip of the halberd scratched a long, harsh scraping sound on the jade steps, sending up a trail of dazzling sparks.

There are three thousand cloud steps, half of them are stained with blood.

The higher they climbed, the stronger the obstacles grew. Divine generals clad in more exquisite armor appeared, deploying even more powerful formations and magical weapons. The gods of the Thunder Tribe cast a massive Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Formation, sending countless purple bolts crashing down like raging dragons. The gods of the Fire Tribe summoned the Burning Heaven Sacred Fire, and the crimson flames transformed into flaming crows and phoenixes, overwhelming the heavens.

Ao Guang's figure continued to move forward steadily in the deadly situation where thunder and fire intertwined.

The Mysterious Armor of Annihilation emanated a faint light, absorbing and annihilating the incoming divine thunder and holy fire without even a ripple. Occasionally, a small piece of lightning would slip through the Mysterious Armor's defenses and strike him, but it wouldn't leave even a trace.

The way he swung his halberd was simple, efficient, and had a cruel beauty that was almost artistic.

Every time it is swung, a large number of divine weapons will fall, the core of the formation will be destroyed, and divine generals will shed blood in the sky.

Blood, true divine blood, began to spill profusely. It no longer dissipated into tiny specks of light as before, but a thick, luminous liquid that stained the white jade steps red, gathering into streams and flowing down the cloud-like steps.

The strong smell of blood began to overwhelm the exotic fragrance of peaches and mellow wine wafting from the direction of Yaochi.

He was like a tireless, emotionless killing machine, killing one person with every step and slaughtering one person every ten steps. He forged a path paved with the corpses of gods and demons in the heart of heaven.

Getting closer and closer to Yaochi.

He could clearly see the magnificent palace complex floating in the sky, the swirling colorful auspicious clouds, and hear the celestial music that was becoming clearer but also had a hint of panic and noise due to the killing in the distance.

One could even feel a familiar yet unfamiliar, powerful and scorching dragon aura coming from that direction.

The breath belongs to Yinglong.

However, that aura was now blending with another equally powerful aura of the prince that carried the majesty of the heavenly family, as if announcing their union to the three realms.

Ao Guang's figure rushing forward suddenly paused for a moment at this moment.

In the deepest part of the dark dragon pupil, something seemed to be struggling in extreme pain, and then was completely swallowed up by the more turbulent darkness.

He tightened his grip on the Ni Lin Halberd in his hand, and his speed suddenly increased again!

Ahead, the last level.

It was a grand celestial formation orchestrated by the twenty-eight constellations. The power of the stars converged, transforming into a dazzling curtain of light, blocking the final stretch of the cloud path leading to the Jade Pool. Within the curtain of light, the phantom figures of star officials stood in formation, wielding celestial artifacts. Their auras merged into one, vast as the ocean.

Ao Guang stopped and, for the first time, raised his head and looked towards the starlight barrier.

Then he raised the Reverse Scale Halberd.

It was no longer a casual swing, but he held the halberd with both hands, pouring all his strength, a thousand years of waiting, the burning dragon soul, all the madness and despair into this halberd!

The coiled black dragon on the halberd seemed to come alive, roaring silently. At the halberd's tip, a point of ultimate darkness began to condense. This darkness wasn't nothingness, but rather the principle of "annihilation" itself, compressed to its extreme!

"break."

He uttered a word softly.

The Ni Lin Halberd cuts down.

No sound.

The dazzling star-filled light curtain, touched by the halberd's blade, rippled like a stone dropped into a calm lake. But wherever the ripples passed, the starlight was wiped away by an invisible giant hand, quickly dimming and extinguishing. The shadowy figures of the star officials within the light curtain, unable even to struggle, shattered and dissipated like candles in the wind.

The Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation was broken with one halberd!

Behind the Starlight Barrier, there are no more obstacles.

In the fairyland of Yao Chi, the grand wedding scene with its utmost luxury and throng of guests was exposed before his eyes without any cover.

At the same moment when the formation was broken, a red figure as scorching as the sun and as majestic as a prison rose into the sky from the center of the Yaochi Lake, like a blood-red lightning that cut through the sky, and instantly landed in front of Ao Guang, blocking his way.

Red is the red of wedding dresses.

Like fire, like blood, burning Ao Guang's pupils.

The wedding dress was intricate and gorgeous, with a dragon pattern soaring in the sky embroidered with gold thread, a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, surrounded by pearls and jade, showing the utmost honor of the royal family.

However, the person wearing this wedding dress does not hold a round fan or a ruyi, which symbolize joy and happiness.

But a sword.

A crimson ancient divine sword, its blade gleaming like lava, was called Fen Ji. The tip of the sword, emitting a scorching edge, pointed directly at Ao Guang's heart.

The hand holding the sword was steady without a trace of trembling.

The owner of the hand raised his head, revealing the face that had been engraved in Ao Guang's mind for a thousand years, hidden under the phoenix crown and pearl curtain.

She was still as bright and beautiful as ever, but there was no longer the bright smile between her brows that she had when they worked side by side to control the flood under the sunshine in the shallow sea. Instead, there was only the icy majesty and coldness that belonged to the Nine Heavens God of War.

Her gaze, penetrating the air of blood and smoke, fell on the only part of Ao Guang's face that was exposed by the black armor covering his face, the dragon eyes that were burning with dark flames.

The red lips parted slightly, and the voice was clear, but with a chill that penetrated the bone marrow, and it resounded over the suddenly silent Yaochi:

"Ao Guang, the East Sea Dragon Clan plotted rebellion, trespassed into the Heavenly Court, and slaughtered the immortal gods—"

The tip of her sword moved forward an inch, filled with murderous intent.

"He should be executed."