The plain words echoed in the hearts of the immortal emperors like the cries of a vengeful ghost, lingering for a long time.
Pang Yanglong and the others immediately felt a sense of foreboding.
The next second, something terrifying happened.
Pang Yanglong and the others were visibly aging; their time was accelerating and their lifespans were burning away!
The dense wrinkles and the rapid loss of vitality caused them to panic instantly.
thump!
Gan Yushan collapsed to the ground, turning into a pile of withered bones.
This sudden turn of events shocked and terrified everyone present.
"No!!"
A roar of resentment and despair rang out, but it was met with more and more sounds of people falling to the ground.
The once all-powerful immortal emperors now resembled frail old men nearing the end of their lives, reduced to mere skeletons.
Panic erupted instantly. Realizing something was wrong, the Immortal Emperor tried to escape, but was horrified to find that his life force had been exhausted and he could no longer support his body, collapsing with a thud.
In the blink of an eye, the nine Immortal Emperors died silently, with only their bones on the ground proving that they had been there.
Yun Qingwu and the others were already so terrified that they lost their voices. The entire Xuan Yue Palace was shrouded in a silent terror.
They stared blankly at the solitary figure standing before the Immortal Emperor's remains, as calm as ever. He was the same when the Immortal Emperor arrived, and he was the same after the Immortal Emperor died, as if... this was how it was supposed to be.
Is this God?
Even though they repeatedly overestimated the strength of the true god, Fang Xiu kept pushing their limits.
Only at this moment did they realize that they were merely people going up the mountain, so how dare they challenge a god coming down from the mountain?
However, what they didn't know was that the so-called god in their eyes had only managed to delay for a long time by bluffing and deceiving them before enveloping Pang Yanglong and the others with the power of time. If Fang Xiu truly possessed the strength of a god, why would he waste time with a group of immortal emperors? He would have wiped them out with a wave of his hand long ago.
He had no other means to deal with the Immortal Emperors, so he had to resort to this best strategy. The power of time was difficult to deal with enemies in motion, let alone Immortal Emperors. Only by intimidating the Immortal Emperors and scaring them into standing still and not daring to make a move could he have the opportunity to use the power of time.
Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, another unexpected event occurred!
Ten feet behind Fang Xiu, the void exploded with a deafening roar, the world around him suddenly twisted, and a terrifying figure emerged from it.
It was none other than... Pang Yanglong!
Pang Yanglong's expression turned ferocious as he suddenly drew his sword. That sword strike seemed to condense all his power, unleashing the full potential of a peak Immortal Emperor, and was filled with a power akin to the creation of the world.
The mere dissipation of sword energy was enough to envelop the entire Void Moon Palace. Every living being felt as if they had a thorn in their back, their bodies and minds trembling, and they were all terrified by the terrifying threat.
Upon seeing this scene, Yun Qingwu and the others instantly realized something, and their pupils suddenly contracted as they looked at the Immortal Emperor's remains on the ground.
An avatar outside the body!
It was actually the legendary avatar. Only an avatar could perfectly inherit the power of the original body and be exactly the same as the original body. However, this was an ancient secret technique, and refining an avatar was extremely time-consuming and resource-intensive. Even if a small sect went bankrupt, it would be impossible to cultivate an avatar at the level of a Celestial Emperor.
They never expected that Pang Yanglong actually had an avatar.
What surprised them even more was that Pang Yanglong, the leader of the God-Slaying Alliance who had been encouraging the other Immortal Emperors and repeatedly saying that they would slay gods together and disregard life and death, was actually an avatar.
No wonder this person was so brave in the face of a true god; it turns out he wasn't the real one.
In the blink of an eye, Pang Yanglong's sword had reached Fang Xiu's back, bursting forth with wisps of ethereal and dazzling sword light, tearing open shocking cracks in the surrounding void.
"Prepare to die!" Pang Yanglong's eyes flashed with madness. His true form had been lying in wait for this moment!
Although he repeatedly claimed that he would fight the true god to the death and that the true god might still be able to fight even if he was injured, deep down he did not think so. He believed that a wounded god was still a god.
Therefore, he had been planning to first use his avatars and the lives of the nine Immortal Emperors to deplete the true god's strength, and then, once both sides were exhausted, he would come out and reap the benefits, thus enjoying the godhood for himself.
However, he never expected that the ten Immortal Emperors, working together, would be killed before they could even touch the hem of a True God's robe. But he did not choose to prolong his life. Since his days were numbered anyway, he might as well take one last gamble!
I'm betting on a successful sneak attack, and that the true god will be all bark and no bite after killing the ten immortal emperors!
However, what Pang Yanglong didn't know was that no one in the world could ambush a prophet.
Whoosh!
A sword strike from a peak Immortal Emperor pierced Fang Xiu's back, first the tip, then the blade, then the hilt, and finally through the entire body of Pang Yanglong.
"What!?"
Pang Yanglong, whose sword strike missed its mark, staggered as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
He knew he had lost.
He gave a bitter laugh: "Having witnessed the might of the gods today, my defeat is not unjust, not unjust at all..."
His eyes were filled with desolation, and a bitter smile played on his lips, like a hero at the end of his road. He knew very well that if even a full-force sneak attack couldn't hurt a true god, then there would be no more chances.
"Take your own life," Fang Xiu's indifferent voice rang out.
Pang Yanglong gave another bitter laugh, raised the sword in his hand, and the gleaming blade reflected his appearance, which resembled that of a stray dog.
He muttered to himself, "The victor is king, the loser is villain; it should be this way."
Pfft!
He ended his own life with a single sword stroke.
The body crashed to the ground, blood flowing freely.
Fang Xiu calmly stared at the other's corpse. The external avatar was something he hadn't expected, since he hadn't been able to force it out in the previous playthrough. But it didn't matter; the death rewind would help him think of it. It was just another death.
Strictly speaking, he felt he was quite merciful, considering that others had killed him once or even multiple times while he only killed them once, which was indeed excessively merciful.
Fortunately, Pang Yanglong committed suicide in despair, otherwise he would have had to waste even more time and effort.
The remains of nine Immortal Emperors were scattered on the ground, which was quite shocking to Yun Qingwu and the others. After all, they were also Immortal Emperors, and they couldn't help but feel fear when they saw someone of the same realm being instantly killed by a True God.
Especially the words of the true God, it seems that He had already guessed our intention to reap the benefits.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Yun Qingwu reacted the fastest, immediately flattering, "The true god's power is unparalleled, leaving us all in awe."
Zhao Wuji followed up immediately: "Today I have witnessed the True God's actions, and I am truly amazed and deeply impressed. These petty villains dare to offend the True God and should have their lineage destroyed. I am not talented, but I am willing to share the True God's burdens."
The others echoed their sentiments, each speaking with great fervor as if a true god had been offended and they themselves had suffered a great humiliation, wishing they could grind Pang Yanglong and his disciples to dust.
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