CHAPTER 352: CHAPTER 323: DIANCHUAN MILITARY GOVERNOR! GAO TIANXIONG!_3

"We’ve observed the courtesies before resorting to force and have said all that needs to be said. If you True Venerables are unwilling, then there is nothing more we can do."

With a hint of regret, the Green Hill Ruler and the other five kings slowly stepped aside, revealing fifteen towering figures behind them. These figures radiated an ancient and mysterious aura, as if poised to plunge all things into Eternal Night.

Spirits of Night Travel!

Compared to the Human Race, which only had seven Primordial Spirit Bosses, the Demonic Evil Cultivators had a full fifteen Spirits of Night Travel, and this didn’t even include Demon Buddha Xing’e, who hadn’t shown himself.

"Well, well, quite a few helpers you’ve got there, eh?" Dongfang Qing remarked. "Where’s Xing’e? Surely the mighty Demon Buddha isn’t planning some underhanded sneak attack, is he?"

With a light chuckle, Dongfang Qing sat on his chair with a commanding presence, his gaze sweeping across the demonic tide before him, but he found no trace of Xing’e. Indeed, compared to these fifteen Spirits of Night Travel, Xing’e, holding the Black Decree, was the greatest threat!

"The Demon Buddha decrees that as long as you all peacefully withdraw from Dianchuan Province, we will immediately cease our assault—"

"Cease?" a voice thundered before the Green Hill Ruler could finish. "After slaughtering so many of our people in this region, you think you can just stop? It’s too late for that!"

The interruption was a deep and powerful sound that suddenly erupted, like thunder piercing the ears, thrusting directly into the Nine Heavens.

This voice was deep and forceful, filled with endless majesty and an overwhelming dominance. It sounded like the pronouncements of deities from ancient times, shaking the heavens and earth, making all creation tremble.

In an instant, the air solidified and the stars halted; even the flow of time seemed disrupted.

The voice swept through like a tempest, as if capable of overpowering thousands of troops. In its path, whether towering mountains or vast rivers and seas, all shuddered and bowed in submission.

It was like an invisible hurricane, whipping up colossal waves of power, instantly suppressing the rampaging Demonic Evil Cultivators until they could not breathe.

Between heaven and earth, colors dimmed, and the sun and moon lost their luster, as if intimidated by the voice’s sheer might, forced to shrink away.

Under this kingly, domineering aura, all beings felt an unprecedented pressure. Even the most resilient forms of life trembled before this presence, daring not to show the slightest defiance.

This was not merely a sonic shockwave but a tremor originating from the depths of the soul—a direct communion with the very essence of power.

It declared absolute dominion and showcased supreme authority, proclaiming to all the world: the true king had arrived, and any challenge would be crushed beneath his feet.

This heroic and powerful voice was both a proclamation and a warning!

With heaven and earth as its stage and all of creation as its witness, it unleashed an unmatched, kingly aura that caused the world itself to pale, immersing everything in profound reverence.

Upon hearing this voice, the six Primordial Spirit True Honors, all except Yu Xiu, revealed complex smiles.

Yu Xiu’s expression, however, uncontrollably darkened.

THUD—!

The sound was immense, shaking heaven and earth.

A figure gradually materialized, like the first ray of dawn piercing the darkness, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of shock and awe.

This was an incredibly imposing, heroic, and profoundly authoritative middle-aged man.

His very presence seemed like a fundamental law of heaven and earth, softly humming, inspiring deep reverence.

He slowly strode forward. Each step was as heavy as a mountain, and though he trod upon the void, it was as if he walked on solid ground. With every footfall, the Earth Vein resonated, causing heaven and earth to quiver and the stars to sway.

His breathing was deep and prolonged. Each inhalation seemed to draw in the essence of heaven and earth. Each exhalation, in turn, seemed to momentarily dim the sun and moon, making the dusky sky appear insignificant before him.

The man’s figure was as tall and straight as a pine, as immense as a pillar supporting the heavens. He stood between sky and earth like the very foundation preventing the world’s collapse, bearing the weight of all creation.

The sleeves and hem of his robes rustled sharply in the wind, fluttering like banners proclaiming his majesty.

Every movement was imbued with power and dignity, as though he were the sole sovereign of heaven and earth, utterly unshakeable.

When the man appeared, the faces of the six kings instantly turned ashen. Even the fifteen Spirits of Night Travel behind them revealed expressions of deep apprehension.

The Green Hill Ruler’s gaze shifted stiffly, his lips trembling as he uttered the man’s name with immense dread, "Dianchuan Festival Envoy!"

"Gao Tianxiong!"

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