Emperor moved in his carriage, and the world tipped.

This sensation was akin to Ai Changyuan altering gravity, yet fundamentally distinct. It was the influence of his Martial Arts Fist Intent on heaven and earth that changed the direction of spiritual power flow.

It was equivalent to instantaneously initiating a Nascent Soul Divine Domain, yet Nie Tianren's true Divine Domain had yet to reveal itself.

With his Fist Intent, he wove divine skills!

As he proceeded, the "FIGHT" burning in Wang Qi's vision completely vanished.

It was as if a pair of colossal hands, upholding the cauldron of Shenzhou, suddenly descended like clouds hanging from the sky. With this hand's fall, the grand trends of the world were compelled to change. Splitting Force, Drilling Force, Bengjin, Bombardment, and Cross Force emerged in succession, seamlessly unified.

This move was the kill move of the Divine Separation Stage!

Divine Heaven Inheritance Seal!

In the face of this move, the Yellow Robed King reached out to grab it. With this grasp, his left hand surpassed the limits of three dimensions, reaching toward the Inheritance Seal, striving for the supreme authority symbolizing the civilization of Human Dao from a higher dimension, an inexplicable direction!

"Boom!" The Yellow Robed King's body shook, and the health bar in Wang Qi's eyes instantly hit zero, and then, the second health bar that appeared also plummeted to zero instantaneously!

However, the Yellow Robed King's sensation did not halt. Utilizing Jarvis's computational power, Wang Qi supplemented his own reactivity, catching up with the pace of the battle. He input the data he had just sensed and calculated using the formula extracted from his Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao Cultivation technique. This was specifically designed to counter the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao—a formula to kill the enemy, a strategy Wang Qi had been brewing for years—

Anger Fire.

His flute, held in his right hand, instantly rose, rippling with Heart Demon ripples. During his Qi Cultivation Stage, he could already manipulate any weapon in the world. This was not Swordsmanship, but rather a killer skill Wang Qi derived based on the characteristics of the flute, integrated with a counteracting formula. It didn't belong to any Established Method but was a solitary flute alone.

This flute, akin to a sword, yet embodied the unyielding light of a hero, the undying chivalry, carrying sentiments that seemed those of a commoner, bravely charging with reckless abandon toward the Inheritance Jade Seal.

Then, the Jade Seal shattered.

Divine Separation Stage Cultivators had reached a point where their moves were one with their Heart Intent. It didn't matter if a move was overpowered, but to have it shattered in such a manner was like enduring a Spirit Attack. The Thousand Illusion Sword Qi reacted promptly, Thousand Illusion Divine Spell morphed the opponent's Sword Qi to harshly slice opponents on both quiescent and material levels.

This strike, however, drained Wang Qi's entire HP.

"Breaking one move costs being killed nine times, this is problematic..."

Despite the pain, Nie Tianren still made the calmest response, unaffected by arising Heart Demons, as if the cracks in his Mental State did not exist. His fists, like dragons, pierced through the sky. Heaven and Earth trembled in response. Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao, originally an Outer Path among the three Emperors' Dao and once viewed as an Evil Path, was now one of Shenzhou's oldest Sects with the disappearance of the Three Dao. Each punch Nie Tianren threw rewrote history, bringing forth the era when the Human Clan fought and carved a paradise from the Group of Ten Thousand Demons, performing it right in front of Wang Qi.

"Human Emperor descends, beasts wailingly cry!"

"Ahahaha!" The Yellow Robed King continued to laugh bizarrely. Each of his moves was unorthodox, all were techniques Nie Tianren had never heard of. Yet, these techniques, whether filled with chivalrous spirit, overflowing with evil force, filled with the tyranny of plunder, or showing the decay indicating the fall of dynasties—each move felt completely different. But all had one characteristic.

They specifically countered Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao!

Wang Qi's so-called "move" actually had no Martial Arts Fist Intent. Every move's Mental Realm was either derived from the Thousand Illusion Divine Spell or was a concoction of Nie Tianren's own making. What truly supported his moves was a set of algorithms, scientific algorithms.

The young civilization's light triumphed over the aged thickness of history.

In the midst of the exchange between the two, Wang Qi's HP bar kept refreshing. By now, he had died over a hundred and ten times. He had long given up on controlling casualties; all he could think about was how to devise the most scientific "method to eradicate disaster." Perhaps he was enjoying the fight too much; he hadn't noticed that he was dying slower and slower.

At the beginning, each move would take two or three lives, but now one life could withstand several moves!

Heart Demon Curse Power kept being injected into Nie Tianren's body, and this Divine Separation Stage Cultivator was losing control. Amidst intense combat, he neglected his inner self, and the Heart Demon Curse had taken deep root.

The Yellow-Robed King suddenly felt a surge of new strength—that was the power coming from Nie Tianren. He cackled, his yellow mask gradually turning white. The defensive power of the Thousand Illusion Divine Spell was inferior to the Dao Heart Pure Yang Spell, but its Illusion Technique power surpassed it by far. Everyone smelled a hint of wine; the Thousand Illusion Light transformed into wine suspended mid-air. The worms of hunger planted by Wang Qi in the bellies of the Ancient Method Practitioners couldn't hold back any longer, they began gorging on dirt. Even Nie Tianren's movements were half a beat slower.

"Fine wine comes from my hands, fine wine, fine wine… Drinking my wine, you breathe easy without coughing; drinking my wine, it nourifies Yin and strengthens Yang without bad breath; drinking my wine, you dare walk through Qingsha Port alone; drinking my wine, you meet the Emperor without bowing…" the Yellow-Robed King sang. Though the song meant to be majestic, it sounded raspy and mocking from his mouth, like a beggar girl singing.

—In truth, Wang Qi was off-key while singing.

After singing for a while, the Yellow-Robed King traded a few moves with Nie Tianren, then again entered an ethereal state, letting his opponent shatter him. He laughed, "What good is wine without dishes, a banquet isn't grand."

With his words, a foul stench swept through everyone's olfactory nerves. In front of every Ancient Method Practitioner appeared a lump of filth—and incidentally, Wang Qi had already automatically applied a mosaic filter through Path Rank.

Time froze for a second. Nie Tianren's body suddenly experienced intestinal movements. The Divine Separation Practitioner finally lost his temper and bellowed, "Outrageous! Yellow-Robed King? Master of the Deep Space Star Sea? Clown! Clown!"

His bearing changed again, adopting something akin to self-harming Secret Technique.

"Emperor guards the nation's gate, a sovereign dies for his state!"

"Just a nobody, spare the good lines," Wang Qi snorted coldly on the ground, "I'll tell you this, the title of Master of the Deep Space Star Sea isn't for nothing!"

On the ground, Wang Qi extended his arms, using his shoulder blades, arms, and fingertips as if they were the vertebrates of some reptile, swinging them hard. His fingertips traced the trajectories of stars in the void.

Just like a Saint Seiya.

Below the surface, the Yellow-Robed King suddenly abandoned his humanoid shape, tangling all tentacles together, resembling a giant dragon. If one could simultaneously observe both above and below ground, they would discover that the trajectory traced by Wang Qi's fists was the path on which the giant dragon slithered.

The sole reason Wang Qi did not use the Dragon Clan Martial Arts was simply because he lacked a spine that could be tied into a knot. Many Absolute Skills of the Deep Space Dao have their weight values between six and seven, and extreme moves like Universal Calamity and Galaxy Battlefront could even be rated at 8.5.

Fittingly, this Dragon Clan Martial Arts also included the words "Deep Space."

"Watch this, Galaxy, Star Explosion!"

The Deep Space Dao, Universal Calamity!

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