"Come. I'm taking you to kill."
The icy words echoed across the heavens, as moonlight bloomed in brilliance. In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, it was as though a Great Emperor had descended. A colossal silhouette towered between heaven and earth, shrouded in an eternal aura that seemed more ancient than even the Primordial Qi, stretching back into the endless Chaos.
Boom!
The world trembled. All of Zhao Kingdom shook violently. Stars blazed in the firmament as divine radiance split the night, turning it to day. Chen Xiaoming held the hand of the Ruthless Emperor, like a sovereign standing atop the world.
Divine light surged as auspicious colors rained from the heavens and sacred brilliance surged from the earth. Countless silver lotuses bloomed in mid-air, radiating boundless spatial divine light. Their brilliance formed a silver road that stretched into the depths of the void.
At that moment, silver light poured from Chen Xiaoming's body, drifting between heaven and earth, gradually dissipating. Countless origin light particles overflowed, fading like bubbles bursting into nothingness.
Yet Chen Xiaoming paid it no mind. He had no time for hesitation.
So what if his bloodline origin was dissipating?
He was Chen Xiaoming, a walking cheat code. The loss of a mere Hollowheart Willow bloodline origin? If even that held him back, how could he still call himself a true protagonist of fate?
"This realm has the Dao, this realm severs the Dao, this realm seeks enlightenment through the Dao."
And he—Chen Xiaoming—would carve his own path through this world. The path of the Cheat King!
"Only by severing all shackles can one see the true self!"
"Kill!"
A sea of killing intent surged to the Ninth Heavens. As more figures charged toward him and the Ruthless Emperor, a silver Origin Sword coalesced in Chen Xiaoming's right hand.
The road to enlightenment would begin—with them.
The radiant sword light cleaved through the void with terrifying might. The stars in the heavens were stirred as celestial bodies fell from the sky. Divine light cascaded down like a tidal wave, drowning all in its wake.
Whoosh!
Of the three Supreme Being-level enemies, only one managed to escape the divine ocean of light. But before he could draw breath, a surge of blinding silver light pierced his skull, snuffing out his life force entirely.
"No! Retreat!"
A terrifying phenomenon swept across the void. The sea of divine light surged in all directions. Stars fell from the heavens, casting down endless starlight. Sword radiance tore through the firmament, reaping life after life.
"Retreat! He's regained his power!"
"Quick, send a message to the Xuan Yu Holy Land—they're here!"
"Ahhh… spare me!"
Anguished cries echoed across the heavens. All those who had dared pursue them were at least Half-Step Supreme Beings, yet in the face of death, their roars of despair shattered the land and collapsed mountains. The realm of Zhao descended into a scene of apocalyptic destruction.
Silver light condensed once again. Chen Xiaoming raised his left hand, reaching into the void—above, the starry sky tore open with a massive rift. A colossal silver palm, spanning thousands of miles, descended upon their pursuers with unstoppable force.
Sacred chanting filled the air as divine light erupted. The power of the galaxy transformed into meteors, plunging through space as silver radiance shredded reality.
The enemies below struggled to flee, only to find the void itself sealed—frozen like a painting. With no strength left, they could only stare in despair at the falling hand, a flicker of regret surfacing in their eyes.
"Stop!"
A furious roar cut through the sky. A blinding light streaked from the distance, and a terrifying sonic wave rippled outward, shattering the sealed space. For a moment, hope flickered in the eyes of the fleeing cultivators.
"Hmph."
A cold snort resounded across the void. The silver radiance did not stop. The colossal silver palm crashed down, obliterating the space itself. Everything within was annihilated.
"How dare you!"
A thundering roar shook the heavens. Dao laws wove together in the sky, auspicious light swirled, and the world seemed on the brink of inversion. Even the starlight came to a halt.
Though the figure had yet to fully arrive, its aura alone was enough to dominate the world.
Buzz...
The heavens quaked. On the far horizon, a dazzling divine light enveloped a lone figure slowly walking forward. Thin and frail in appearance, yet each step bore the weight of a mountain that could crush eternity.
He walked slowly, but his presence was suffocating—as if he'd endured countless tribulations. His very being had fused with the Great Dao, walking within its laws.
The ground sank beneath his feet, and the heavens rained down light. Celestial music echoed unceasingly. It was as if the world itself was singing for him. A golden path of light stretched straight toward Chen Xiaoming.
Bathed in divine glow, garbed in golden-hemmed robes, his eyes reflected an ancient sorrow. The aura of eternity swept across the land. But before he could approach, a flash of silver radiance blocked his path.
"A Quasi-Sage? Or... a true Sage?"
Chen Xiaoming raised an eyebrow. The man's strength was already beyond that of a God King. Whether he was a Quasi-Sage or a full Sage, even Chen Xiaoming couldn't be certain.
"You killed the Holy Son of my Holy Land, slaughtered countless prodigies of the Eastern Wastelands—today, neither of you will leave alive."
As the light receded, an old man in white stood revealed. With hair like snow and eyes full of sorrow, his aura was as deep as an abyss, as vast as the sea—an ancient existence.
"Come quietly, and I'll grant you a swift death."
His words carried divine authority. The very fabric of heaven and earth answered, forming chains of Dao Law that surged toward Chen Xiaoming and the Ruthless Emperor. The chains clashed in the air with thunderous roars, shaking the world and echoing for miles.
The void above shattered. Chaotic light surged as the chains collided with the silver radiance, as though cleaving through miniature worlds. The air became charged with the power of creation itself.
The Ruthless Emperor, who had remained silent until now, raised her Divine Immortal Sword, its brilliance soaring. But just as she was about to act, Chen Xiaoming stopped her.
"I told you—I won't let anyone hurt you. Not even a Sage."
He turned slightly, smiling softly. His eyes brimmed with warmth. The Ruthless Emperor was momentarily stunned. And in that fleeting moment, silver light surged within Chen Xiaoming's body.
He hadn't fully grasped the bloodline origin, but so what? It was fading anyway—why not use it now, while it could still burn?
A terrifying burst of silver light erupted. An eternal aura radiated from within him, but cracks spread across his body. The unmastered origin force, called upon so abruptly, was wreaking havoc within him.
"Restore."
Blood surged up his throat, but Chen Xiaoming clenched his jaw and whispered a single word. A point on the system panel lit up—pure energy poured into his body, healing his wounds.
"Foolish defiance."
The elder's voice was cold. He thrust out a hand, weaving Dao laws into a giant hand of void. But it didn't target Chen Xiaoming—it went for the Ruthless Emperor behind him.
In that instant, rage ignited in Chen Xiaoming's eyes. Boundless killing intent surged. The void froze, and his silver light blazed as he transformed into a god of slaughter.
"Scram!"
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