Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Inside the Barbarian God Hall, everyone was left speechless!

As Xu Yang stepped out, each and every person was sweating with anxiety!

No matter how they imagined, nobody could fathom how Xu Yang could possibly deal with the Saint Slaying Sword!

Besides, standing beside him were three True Monarchs!

Yet the scene unfolding before their eyes shattered everything they knew!

Was the Saint Slaying Sword seeing its own father?

"How can this be?"

"The Saint Slaying Sword actually broke free from Mister Xue’s control on its own, and harbors no hostility toward the young master!"

"This is..."

Su Yun suddenly cried out in astonishment: "Could it be because of the young master’s identity?"

"Identity?"

Everyone was stunned.

"King Beixuan?"

"Though King Beixuan is a king of another surname, he is still a rightfully titled Prince of Daqian, with immeasurable merit!"

"There is royal will within the Saint Slaying Sword, and since the young master is the son of King Beixuan, could it be because of this that..."

Su Yun’s words made everyone’s eyes light up.

That does make sense!

Aside from this, they truly couldn’t think of any other reason for the emperor’s gifted Saint Slaying Sword to behave this way.

Although Su Yun’s guess was far from the real reason, it was just one step away from the truth!

Outside.

The people of Wuhou Hall were completely dumbfounded.

"Mr. Xue, how could the Saint Slaying Sword do this?" Ling Yu stared blankly, at a loss.

This had never happened before.

Mister Xue looked even more alarmed and suspicious than Ling Yu.

As the wielder of the Saint Slaying Sword, he could clearly feel the sword suddenly erupt in violent rejection, and the more murderous his intent, the fiercer its rebellion!

In the end, it broke free completely!

Why?

"Could it be because of King Beixuan?" Huangfu Qing blurted out instinctively.

He had thought of the same guess as Su Yun.

Mister Xue’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the Saint Slaying Sword. Then with a curved palm, he grabbed through the air: "Come back to me!"

Buzz!

The Saint Slaying Sword let out a ringing vibration, struggling for a moment, but was caught back by him once again.

"This time the struggle was much weaker than before."

Mister Xue’s heart churned, gripping the Saint Slaying Sword tightly. Gritting his teeth, he swung it out once more.

Boom!

Clang!

Bam!

Xu Yang stood motionless where he was, watching as the Saint Slaying Sword once again fiercely broke free from Mister Xue’s grasp!

He said indifferently, "Stop wasting your strength. The Saint Slaying Sword is useless before me!"

Mister Xue’s face turned ashen, his expression growing ferocious!

"Without the Saint Slaying Sword, do you really think you can rest easy?"

As soon as his words fell, Mister Xue vanished from the spot!

Since the Saint Slaying Sword couldn’t be used, it wouldn’t be used!

Capture Xu Yang!

Three True Monarchs joining forces—how long could the Barbarian God Hall hold out?

Even if it took time, they’d break through eventually!

Rumble!

A great explosion sounded from the rear of the Barbarian God Hall.

The entire Purple Fire Celestial Prison Forbidden Land erupted once again.

Endless searing flames surged forth, the Purple Sun Heaven-Burning Fire gushing out like a tidal wave, transforming into a phantom ancient purple cauldron that descended from the heavens like lightning.

Bam!

The void twisted, and Mister Xue reappeared mid-air.

He raised his head at the oncoming cauldron, a cold smile on his lips: "Still unwilling to give up?"

"Break for me!"

He threw a mighty punch.

At the same time, Ling Yu and another True Monarch didn’t idle; both made their move, reaching for Xu Yang.

Another unexpected turn!

Splurt!

A sound like heaven and earth being pierced rang out, crisp and pleasant to the ear.

Before the sound faded, a pillar of crimson fire erupted from the depths of the earth, piercing through the fiery clouds and void, shooting straight into the ninth heavens!

In an instant, the endless void above the Purple Fire Celestial Prison Forbidden Land was dyed an eerie crimson color.

A feather burning with crimson flames emerged ghostlike, hovering in mid-air, its shadow blending into the surroundings, waves rippling outward, causing space to collapse and disintegrate inch by inch.

Strangely, before any spatial storm could form, the feather’s shadow shattered it completely!

A spectral figure appeared out of nowhere atop the fire feather!

Around it, vast waves of purple Spirit Fire surged forth!

In the distance, the phantom ancient cauldron was shattered by Mister Xue’s punch!

At that moment, Gu Jun pointed with a finger!

Buzz!!

The Purple Sun Heaven-Burning Fire shifted rapidly, transforming into a massive chain of fire that drilled straight into the crimson fire feather!

Whoosh!

Purple, crimson, and red—the three colors intertwined, soaking the endless firmament, the flames surging madly, blotting out the sky and devouring all!

Their terrifying might steeped the faces of Mister Xue and the three True Monarchs with dread, their hearts pounding with cold terror!

Huangfu Qing, Xu Yi, and Gon Lang scrambled backward, eyes wide with fear and panic marred across their faces!

This scene, it was as if the world’s end, a cataclysmic apocalypse!

A sharp eagle-like screech burst forth from within the fire feather; it expanded rapidly, casting multiple feather-shadows that merged with the boundless fiery clouds.

A firebird, over ten thousand zhang tall, woven from purple, crimson, and red, lifelike, vividly appeared before everyone’s gaze.

Gu Jun stood atop the firebird, looking down at the crowd below and said flatly, "The Purple Sun Heaven-Burning Fire, combined with the thousand-year heritage of the Purple Fire Celestial Prison Forbidden Land, and this world’s Spirit Treasure!"

"Though this treasure has yet to reach complete maturity, even so, it surpasses the ordinary True Monarch’s Supreme Treasure—I have named it ’Burning Holy Fire Feather’!"

"With all three fused, I ask you, do you think it could slay a True Monarch?"

Gu Jun pointed at the firebird, his cold voice cutting through the world!

Mister Xue’s mouth gaped open, suddenly parched!

Ling Yu and the other’s hearts were seized by silence, a deadly threat descending upon them!

To make a True Monarch feel such peril—what more needs saying?

Nearly ten breaths of frozen silence.

Whoosh!

Jian Chuan burst out of the Barbarian God Hall, coming up behind Gu Jun, his eyes full of terror as he glanced at the vast firebird.

He swallowed hard, for a moment feeling as if the whole Purple Fire Celestial Prison Forbidden Land would be wiped out beneath the might of this firebird!

Jian Chuan suddenly puffed out his chest, glanced down at Mister Xue and the other three, and flashed a broad grin: "At least one could be killed—hell, maybe two!"

"You three want to give it a try? See who dies first?"

The words cut like a blade!

Even Mister Xue couldn’t help clenching his fists, the corners of his eyes twitching violently!

Who dies first?

Who will fall?

Who’s the unlucky one?

He was confident he could keep himself alive!

But Ling Yu and the other...

Even if only one fell, sacrificing a True Monarch for victory was absolutely unacceptable to him!

If Wuhou Hall lost a True Monarch?

Word would spread, and even court officials might erupt in rage!

And in the Northern Territory, not even the True Monarchs intervened!

There was a secret reasoning behind this!

But for one to perish here—the consequences were unimaginable!

"Damn it!"

Mister Xue gritted his teeth in anger, glaring furiously!

At this moment, he had to admit—the Pill Emperor was truly terrifying!

But if they retreated now, where would Wuhou Hall’s pride go?

Would the three True Monarchs’ dignity still exist?

"Gu Jun, you underestimate Wuhou Hall far too much!"

Mister Xue breathed in deeply, his eyes chilling, spitting out every word: "This firebird is certainly extraordinary. Without exaggerating, of the three of us, you could definitely kill one!"

"But who told you that in Wuhou Hall, there are only us three True Monarchs?"

At these words, Xu Yang’s expression changed drastically.

In just twenty or thirty years, where had Wuhou Hall gotten so many True Monarchs?

Gu Jun and Jian Chuan both furrowed their brows together!

"Old bastard, stop bluffing—if you’ve got the guts, call them over!"

"Even if you bring more, I refuse to believe you won’t lose one or two!"

Jian Chuan glanced at Gu Jun, and seeing no response from the elder, raised his voice stubbornly.

Mister Xue’s eyes flashed coldly with killing intent, but he wasn’t angered, smiling faintly: "As you wish, then!"

"Mr. Muo, young Xue has embarrassed Wuhou Hall!"

Mister Xue bowed respectfully to a certain point in the empty air, his spine bent without a shred of hesitation!

Young Xue?

Jian Chuan’s eyes went wide at the words.

Mister Xue’s power wasn’t considered weak even among True Monarchs.

Not to mention, no one knew how many years he’d lived.

For him to call himself ’young Xue’?

The newcomer had to be an ancient monster!

Xu Yang tensed all over, struggling to look up.

From far off in the void, a storm suddenly brewed, raging and ripping through the surroundings; heaven and earth visibly shattered, disintegrating into ashes before his eyes!

Yet not a single sound or disturbance was heard, the silence absolute, like death!

A blurred figure leisurely manifested, striding step by step across the void.

An elder, hunched over, his head a mass of white hair.

He looked far older than Mister Xue and the other True Monarchs!

When he drew near, even Xu Yang could distinctly feel a dense aura of withering decay!

It was far more severe than what Meng Ziqiu had suffered!

Yet his cultivation and power surpassed Meng Ziqiu by countless times!

His lifespan nearly spent, but his terror was limitless!

Such strength left Xu Yang at a loss for words!

Even when compared to Zheng Xuan, who controlled the Celestial Profound Sunset Battle Chess in the Northern Territory, he was not far inferior!

"I am Muo Hua, greetings to Grandmaster Gu Jun!"

The elder drew near, completely unfazed by the firebird’s frightening pressure, smiling gently and clasping fists to Gu Jun.

In this era, no matter how strong you are, before Gu Jun, you are a junior!

And with the honor of the Pill Emperor’s name, showing respect does not lower one’s dignity!