"The myriad realms of this world shall all fall under your feet; the Jidu Imperial Slayer shall annihilate the ultimate remainder." Following a violent explosion, the Gate of Auspiciousness shuddered under a wave of dust and smoke. The Demon Realm's Primordial Fetus, having absorbed the five Ksitigarbha Sarira, coalesced into a humanoid silhouette. That figure slowly stood up and emerged from the blinding radiance.

"Pfft..." Changkong formed a golden seal with his Buddhist power to protect his vital meridians, yet those words from earlier had pierced through his entire body. He staggered, spitting blood, and collapsed onto the ground.

"Ah... Yah..." Ming Luo Sheng supported himself with his beautiful blade, blood churning in his throat. Onlookers Old Liu and Birdman both knelt, the pressure akin to, or perhaps exceeding, the end of the world.

"Hahahahaha! Ksitigarbha King! Where are you?" This declaration, carried by immense power, resonated with absolute dominance, penetrating every heart. The Jidu Tyrant, Slayer of Monarchs, materialized clad in a golden battle robe. He wore a ferocious mask, his frame tall and rigid. In his right hand, he wielded a heaven-shaking treasure blade named the Imperial Slayer. The Imperial Slayer was a massive broad-bladed hook sword; its single sharpened edge swept diagonally toward the tip, and its back possessed several barbs and gouges. Inscribed within these indentations were the characters for "Underworld" and "This Realm," symbolizing the might and station of the Monarch Slayer.

"Damn this Monarch Slayer..." Old Liu strained to rise, clearly feeling a colossal, boulder-like weight pressing down upon him. The harder he pushed, the more rooted he seemed to the earth.

Changkong's body was drenched in sweat. He urged, "When the Monarch Slayer descends to rule the world, historically, only the Great Vow of Ksitigarbha can slay him!"

"Yexiu, look at Yexiu!" Birdman was practically prone on the ground. He pointed frantically at Yexiu, "What is wrong with that fellow? How is he still able to stand?"

"The Body of Unique Birth!" Ming Luo Sheng, as a Blood Master, should naturally possess superior ability. Though he had never witnessed the Monarch Slayer's true power, he felt the brutal aura emanating from the figure above. He suspected that all those present combined would not match this being.

"Oh? Are you here on behalf of the Ksitigarbha King to seek death?" The same piercing voice, the same spectral silhouette, the same tyrannical presence—the Monarch Slayer descended from the sky, landing directly before Yexiu. He sensed an aura of Ksitigarbha emanating from him, while the others behind him he dismissed entirely. "The Master of Jidu stands before you; why do you not kneel and beg for mercy!"

At this moment, Yexiu was hunched over, standing before the Monarch Slayer. His head was bowed, seemingly not yet clear from his previous violent state. Facing the absolute power of the Monarch Slayer, he merely let out a light laugh and lifted his head: "Heh, everyone must die..."

"Heh." The Monarch Slayer's mask was terribly menacing. Upon hearing Yexiu's single pronouncement, he raised his arm and projected a golden halo powerful enough to shake heaven and earth, spaced a body's length away. The halo struck Yexiu's chest like a roaring tiger, slamming him to the ground. "Courage is commendable, but it is merely an ant trying to shake a tree!"

"Yexiu!" How could Old Liu watch Yexiu fight alone? At this instant, he raised his Demon-Breaking Sword, channeling his power like a howling northern gale, charging toward the Monarch Slayer.

"Hmph!" The Monarch Slayer had long sensed the killing intent from behind. He merely turned his head; a current of air shot from his gaze, directly blasting the Demon-Breaking Sword back to the ground. "The useless blade of Ancestor Minghe dares to appear here!"

"It's no use; this entire scene is under his control." Ming Luo Sheng attempted to use his blood to launch a sneak attack, but his Nether Blood could not solidify in this dimension, let alone form an offense.

"Yaa! Aah..." Yexiu suddenly scrambled up from the ground, his fists clenched. A black dragon erupted forth, reflecting yellow and black light, clearly infused with boundless Soul of Strength and Soul of Speed. Its aura was so overwhelming it crushed a significant portion of the ground before him.

The Monarch Slayer unleashed his formidable abilities; in an instant, purple qi danced, swirling around his arms. This wisp of qi drifted lightly, drawing the surrounding sand and dust toward it. As Yexiu’s black flame approached, it instantly turned to ash. The Monarch Slayer smirked disdainfully, "You are an interesting fellow; your powers are thoroughly chaotic, yet you can withstand the demonic true qi of the Monarch Slayer's passage. Very well, I grant you death!"

Seeing this, Yexiu was not discouraged but rather invigorated. He leaped toward the Ninth Heaven, unleashing his black flames to their absolute limit: "Nine Heavens Flame Dragon Roar, hahahaha!"

Old Liu sucked in a sharp breath, knocked flat by the sheer momentum. The black flame dragon split into nine intertwining, colliding fire dragons that soared skyward. Within the Gate of Auspiciousness, intense, radiant heat erupted. This strike far surpassed the black flames he had witnessed in their prior duel; this ultimate move aimed directly for the Monarch Slayer's life.

"Hah!" Seeing this, the Monarch Slayer's body beneath the crimson battle robe trembled—not in fear, but in exhilaration. "A formidable cultivator! State your name!"

Yexiu’s eyes blazed with dominion, cutting across the wind like a madman: "Yahaha, kill! Kill!"

"Ignorant!" The Monarch Slayer's power surged once more in a short span. In that instant, his garments and his striking crimson hair stood completely erect. He remained unmoving, but the purple mist in his palm gradually expanded, shooting upward in a near-instant to form a gaping tiger's maw, meeting Yexiu's ultimate technique head-on.

"Yaa..." Yexiu cried out, his vision blurring. In the (Xuantian), the great dragon soared, sometimes fervent, sometimes chillingly cold. The pillars of fire sprayed by the nine fire dragons were precisely checked and immobilized by the awe-inspiring energy within the tiger's maw. When the dragon body and tiger head finally locked together and resisted each other, a powerful halo flashed across the entire world. Upon inspection, the scenery within the Gate of Auspiciousness was a bizarre sight: half bathed in light, half steeped in shadow.

"Yexiu!" Old Liu arrived swiftly, catching Yexiu's battered body mid-air. Although he was covered in blood, his eyes betrayed an intense excitement.

"It's not over! Must kill! Must kill!" Supported by Old Liu, Yexiu slowly settled to the ground, his words filled with complaint and confusion. "Go quickly! This place does not belong to you; everyone must die!"

"Hoo..." At the Apex of Kings within the Gate of Auspiciousness, a golden-royal battle robe fluttered in the wind. The ferocious mask shattered into pieces. This was the Monarch Slayer's protective garment, the Ghost King's veil. Under Yexiu's fierce, brutal assault, the true face of the Monarch Slayer, the Ruler of the World, stood proudly revealed.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha! What a fierce battle! I have not been this exhilarated in a long time." The arrogance in the Monarch Slayer's voice was deeper and thicker than before. Yexiu and the others lay sprawled and wretched, yet the true form of the Monarch Slayer caused everyone present to gasp in astonishment.