The Yin-Yang Dao Lord’s Yin-Yang Great Millstone, the Extreme Martial Dao Lord’s One Punch into Oblivion, the Myriad Beast Dao Lord’s World-Shaking Roar that sounded like ten thousand beasts stampeding, and the Star River Dao Lord’s finger strike that could pierce stars—all were unleashed with murderous intent.
The other Dao Lords also displayed their respective divine powers, striking out at the Mother of Hell.
However, faced with these world-destroying techniques, the Mother of Hell acted as if she saw nothing. She continued to move at her own pace, stepping away from her throne to stroll through the air.
She didn't even bother to dodge. The killing moves all landed on her, and in an instant, violent shockwaves swept through the giant world.
In the rear, the Angel Priest unfurled his light wings, using all the power within his body and his sacred tome to maintain a Saint Light Canopy over all the cities of Heaven, which swayed precariously amidst the intense impact.
Yet, none of the Dao Lords present felt the joy of a successful strike. Instead, their expressions grew increasingly grave.
This round of lethal attacks had only reduced the Mother of Hell’s light, transparent cloak to shreds, leaving her completely unharmed.
A disdainful smile played on the Mother of Hell’s lips. She slowly raised a slender hand to her chest.
Her fingers spread, revealing five long digits tipped with crimson, blood-colored nails.
In the next moment, massive blood claws erupted from the ground, swatting at the Martial Dao Lords.
The Dao Lords did not retreat either, each unleashing their own techniques to meet the attack.
Boom!
The blood claws clashed with the Dao Lords. Every collision produced an incredibly violent shockwave, and the nearby space was repeatedly torn apart and healed.
The distant Saint Light Canopy teetered on the brink of collapse, and the priest maintaining it was nearing the end of his strength.
The nearby followers began to pray one after another, offering their power of faith to the priest.
Pure streams of faith flowed into the Angel Priest’s body, significantly replenishing his stamina.
Normally, faith of this quality could only be generated by fanatics. However, under the threat of death, the followers' faith had become exceptionally pure.
The Dao Lords took turns battling the blood claws, the fight growing more intense and their expressions more somber with every passing second.
They didn't know what kind of creatures these claws emerging from the ground were—whether they were a part of the Mother of Hell herself or a manifestation of Hell itself.
If a few casually extended blood claws could fight them to a standstill, what would happen if the Mother of Hell herself took action?
While the Dao Lords felt no fear, they were now much more cautious and far less at ease.
The struggle between these peak powerhouses continued, and the aftershocks of the battle leaked out of the world through brief spatial fractures, spreading throughout the surrounding area.
Such a violent disturbance was naturally captured by Chen Xu.
After the event in the Land of the Undead ended, Chen Xu’s clone had remained behind to help the Kunpeng refine the techniques it had learned from its ancestor.
At the same time, the clone used the Kunpeng to hone its own martial intent.
However, Zhenyuan had returned to the Universe Daoist Academy with Li Hu, back to the martial artist battlefield.
Just a moment ago, Chen Xu had sensed through his soul link with Zhenyuan that a corrupting power was attempting to break through his mark, trying to transform Zhenyuan—the Heaven-Earth Spiritual Root—into a demon.
At first, Chen Xu thought Zhenyuan had encountered a succubus of the Hell Archduke or even Hell Demon King level.
But he quickly realized that was wrong. How could Zhenyuan be charmed? A spiritual root didn't even have those parts; a succubus specializing in physical temptation wouldn't target Zhenyuan.
Furthermore, the station of that corrupting force was extremely high. If Chen Xu hadn't intervened, it might have actually succeeded in turning Zhenyuan into one of the fallen ones.
Thus, Chen Xu’s consciousness descended upon Zhenyuan through the soul link. He instantly bundled the corruption within the tree's body into a sphere and sealed it away.
He also left a mark on Zhenyuan to block external corruption.
Simultaneously, Chen Xu used that wisp of consciousness to observe the situation on the martial artist battlefield.
The birth of the Blood Demon and that bizarre ability to corrupt worlds had left Chen Xu greatly shocked.
Chen Xu wanted to continue observing from the shadows, but just as he was getting into it, Li Taiji used a Grand Teleportation to send Zhenyuan back to the Universe Daoist Academy, cutting off the feed.
To ensure he didn't miss the exciting developments, Chen Xu opened several spatial gates in succession. After several jumps, he arrived outside this world. It happened to be the moment the Dao Lords were locked in a fierce battle with the Mother of Hell’s blood claws.
Sensing the strangeness of this world, Chen Xu didn't enter directly. Instead, he opened a spatial gate to the Undead Dao Court, reached in, and yanked his clone out.
Then, he opened another spatial gate, tossed the clone inside, and retreated back into the Undead Dao Court himself.
The spatial gate was positioned near a city of Heaven. ‘Chen Xu’ fell from the sky, making no move to stop himself as he slammed into the ground.
Thud!
‘Chen Xu’ jumped out of the crater, patting the dust off his clothes and the flames off his backside.
This world had already completely transformed into a vision of Hell. The surface was only a thin layer; beneath it was nothing but boiling magma.
Suddenly, ‘Chen Xu’ felt as if he were being stared down by a prehistoric beast. His body began to tremble uncontrollably—partly from fear, and partly from the excitement of wanting to fight.
‘Chen Xu’ turned his head toward the Mother of Hell. Their eyes met, and it was the first time ‘Chen Xu’ had seen eyes so filled with madness.
“Heh.”
The Mother of Hell let out a soft laugh.
“The undead are still as cowardly as ever. The previous one wanted to follow my path of self-salvation but didn't dare to raise an army to conquer the myriad worlds and harvest world sources. In the end, his body perished and his Dao vanished.
“Oh, wait.”
The Mother of Hell tapped her head in mock annoyance and continued.
“The Dao didn't vanish. It was left behind, only to benefit so many people afterward.
“And the one it benefited now is also a coward who's afraid of trouble. He wants to watch the show but doesn't dare to come in person, so he sends a clone. Hehe.”
The Mother of Hell’s face was full of mockery, but ‘Chen Xu’ acted as if he hadn't seen it.
He wasn't like those Dao Lords who had lived for countless ages and could look past life and death. He had only lived for a few decades; he had plenty of beautiful years ahead of him. There was no need to take such a risk.
Seeing that ‘Chen Xu’ was unmoved, the Mother of Hell’s expression changed instantly. Her smile vanished, replaced by pure rage and madness.
Three blood claws erupted from the ground, lunging toward ‘Chen Xu’.
“Holy crap!”
‘Chen Xu’ cursed loudly. What kind of grudge was this? Why did each of those Martial Dao Lords only have to deal with one claw, while he, a mere clone, had to deal with three?
Although he had been practicing martial arts for some time and his progress was excellent, he was still unable to trade blows with an enemy of this level.
The first strike from a blood claw broke through ‘Chen Xu’s’ technique. The subsequent claws followed up, batting ‘Chen Xu’ through the air like a ball.
Suddenly, a beam of holy light descended from the heavens. The overbearing and searing light burned the three blood hands to ash.
A slender arm caught ‘Chen Xu’ as he flew backward. This person was none other than the Lord of Heaven.
At this moment, a single giant world had gathered three Rulers of Special Worlds and nine Martial Dao Lords—a scene rarely witnessed in the myriad worlds.
“My thanks to the Lord of Heaven,” ‘Chen Xu’ said, cupping his fists in gratitude. The Lord of Heaven smiled at him before turning his gaze back to the Mother of Hell.
Seeing the Lord of Heaven descend, the Mother of Hell’s mood shifted again, returning to that of the elegant and noble queen from before.
She leaned back onto her throne, reclining with her legs tucked, and looked at the Lord of Heaven.
“Ah, the Lord of Heaven has arrived.”
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