Ye Wuji stared with a deathly pale face at the spot three hundred zhang away, the state of mind cultivated over twelve thousand years utterly shattered in that instant. At that very void, Ye Lunhui clutched his brow, his eyes wide with disbelief.

But he could not stop the fine crimson threads that spurted and sprayed out from between his fingers. For those like them, with their Indestructible Bodies, such an injury should not have been fatal.

Yet Ye Wuji knew that the white blade-qi from just a moment ago had annihilated the vast majority of Ye Lunhui's primordial spirit. The remaining portion was already on the brink of collapse.

This single strike had severed Ye Lunhui’s vital thread. Without the slightest warning, the moment the blade-light appeared, it had pierced Ye Lunhui’s brow.

Ye Lunhui had exerted all his strength, yet could not resist; it was several times more arcane and mysterious than the God-Stabbing Profound Heart Needle! And he, Ye Wuji, could only watch, unable to react, utterly powerless.

He could only watch Ye Lunhui struggle like a candle in the wind, desperately clinging to a thread of vitality that had already been cut. The Thirteenth-Grade Supreme, once the blade is drawn, the man dies!

Even a pinnacle Saint-Tier expert is the same—is this what they call Supreme Divine Art? After several breaths, Ye Wuji finally sucked in a sharp, cold breath.

As the sovereign of a nation, controlling nearly a hundred worlds, he once believed there was nothing left in this world that could inspire fear in him. But at this moment, a tremor of fear began in his legs, a palpable dread seizing his heart.

And further away, Ye Lunwang Ranlong’s black visage seemed bleached white, ashen as paper. “I have disappointed you both.

The battle at the Boundary-Slaying Platform today, the contention for the Heavenly Boundary World, can now conclude. It seems I was fortunate enough to win one round.” Zong Shou was calm and self-possessed; another Immortal-Slaying blade-qi had already materialized in his hand.

Threads of Great Dao laws were imbued within it: Time, accelerated! Space, folded!

Causality, inverted! Fate, locked!

Beginning and End, cycled! The Great Dao, leaving no trace!

When the final law merged with the blade-qi, the white light between Zong Shou’s fingers was already emitting resonant hums. The blade-qi was practically alive, almost uncontrollable, merely being restrained as it swirled and danced between his fingers.

Zong Shou regarded the distant Ye Wuji as already a dead man! “Now that the Lord of the Samsara Nation is deceased, I wonder if the Lord of the Boundless Nation wishes to accompany him on his final journey, or if you would prefer to lay down the butcher’s blade from this day forth and convert to Buddhism?” Ye Wuji started upon hearing this, then burst into rage.

Ye Xuan nearby was unsurprised, knowing that the Buddhist Sect and the Night Demon Clan had warred for years, constantly attempting to convert the three hundred worlds under the Dark World Demonic Court. If Ye Wuji truly agreed, given his status as a sovereign and a member of the Night Demon royal family, it would be akin to opening a vital breach for Buddhism within the Dark World Demonic Court.

This was Zong Shou repaying the great favor of the Buddhist Sect’s assistance in this matter. Beyond that, Zong Shou likely had further plans.

It was merely to preserve strength to adapt to changes. As far as he knew, the Grand Supreme Immortal Slaying Diagram had only accumulated three strands of Immortal-Slaying blade-qi in total.

During these past few months of military standoff, there had only been two true large-scale battles involving tens of thousands of combatants. The Night Demon Clan had merely tested the waters, not launching a full assault.

Their casualties were minimal. Furthermore, Shen Yuexuan was refining the Immortal Slaying Gourd.

Thus, the diagram had not accumulated much violent or baleful energy. As for the underlying reason, and what variables might emerge after this battle, Ye Xuan was not entirely clear.

He only recalled Zong Shou subtly hinting before the battle, advising him to be vigilant and guard against something. Lu Wubing shook his head nearby.

Expecting Ye Wuji to surrender without a fight was clearly a ludicrous fantasy. As expected, in the next moment, Ye Wuji’s figure violently retreated, a magnificent swath of blade-light slamming violently against the boundary wall behind him.

His skin was slick with blood, expending his full potential; a nearly threefold surge of power caused even this temporary domain to shudder. While Zong Shou’s Grand Supreme Calamity Response Diagram possessed the ability to create its own realm, it had previously only managed a space of a hundred zhang.

The current domain spanned thirty thousand zhang in circumference, just enough to trap the pursuing Ye Wuji and Ye Lunhui within. However, the duration it could be maintained was drastically shortened—thirty breaths at most.

Ye Wuji had seen through the fact that the domain was reaching its limit, which was why he made this move, attempting to shatter the barrier. Zong Shou shook his head slightly, seeming helpless: “Stubbornly resisting!” A blade-shadow abruptly vanished from between his fingers.

In a flash, it appeared before Ye Wuji’s eyes. Ye Wuji’s gaze went vacant, his pupils dilating.

Time around him seemed to slow a hundredfold; he desperately tried to move. But he only managed to raise a single eyebrow.

The supremely sharp blade-qi pierced his brow. A thread of blood shot out; the blade-qi entered his body and immediately began to slay his primordial spirit.

Even with his spatial techniques having laid down billions of layers of obstruction, and desperately trying to evade, it was still futile. The Immortal-Slaying blade-qi penetrated him, and instantly, two-thirds of his primordial spirit was annihilated!

The remaining portion could no longer process thought, let alone maintain coherence. He could only, like the previous Ye Lunhui, place a hand over the wound on his forehead, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

This was the Thirteenth-Grade Supreme Divine Art? Battling across ranks, killing a pinnacle Saint-Tier with the Divine Realm body, as effortless as slaughtering dogs!

Zong Shou, once his blade was drawn, paid no further heed to Ye Lunhui. No one knew better than him the terrifying might of the refined Six Divine Blade Control Art combined with the Immortal-Slaying blade-qi, further amplified by the Profound-Enhancing Law Wings.

Its power was nearly double that of his other supreme divine art, the Styx River’s Doom-Calling Sword! No matter what life-preserving methods Ye Lunhui possessed, he could not escape, because the blade struck directly at the foundation.

Then Zong Shou’s gaze fell upon the even paler Ye Lunwang Ranlong, and he knitted his brow slightly. This man was rather troublesome.

With only one strand of Immortal-Slaying blade-qi remaining, he was absolutely unwilling to waste it on this individual. But dealing with this man, even if he and Ye Xuan joined forces, would require some effort.

If they waited until this temporary domain dissolved, however, it would be even more troublesome. Then, Ranlong’s breathing seemed to catch, but his gaze was clouded as he muttered in a low voice, “I hear Your Majesty also holds the identity of the Buddhist Heavenly Emperor, the Future Buddha?

Ranlong concedes defeat today with a willing heart and wishes to submit to the Buddhist Sect!” Ye Xuan and Lu Wubing exchanged glances, their faces etched with shock. Zong Shou also raised an eyebrow in surprise, then sneered coldly.

He simply flicked a swastika-shaped seal toward Ranlong from a distance. Whether this person was sincere or pretending, whether he was trying to stall for time or merely being deceptive, the important thing was that Zong Shou’s time was also limited; there was no need to waste it on this man.

It was sufficient if this person couldn't cause trouble for even a moment. Ranlong did not resist, allowing the swastika seal to enter his body through his core.

This was an absolute restriction; for the next month, Ranlong’s life and death rested solely on Zong Shou’s thought. And just ten breaths later, the temporary domain cracked open like a soap bubble.

As Zong Shou reappeared in that spatial rift, he felt a magnificent power, like a mountain and a sea combined, slamming towards him from the distance. (To be continued)