Chapter 472: Wang Xuan Killing Gods

Since the dawn of mythology, supreme gods have always been revered, standing high above all, worshiped by the transcendent, as the pinnacle of their aspirations and the zenith of their lives.

But now, a band of "madmen," each more excited and frenzied than the last, eagerly vie to hunt the silver-haired god!

He, a god returned from the Great Veil, holds a revered status. Every word and action of his spreads the lingering essence of transcendence, with remnants of the force of order expanding around him.

Yet, he finds himself being mobbed by one individual leading a group of "himself."

"Madness, truly unimaginable! A supreme god has become prey, besieged by a pack of lunatics in a hunt."

In outer space, many are dumbstruck, incredulous at the sight.

"Old Wang... is awesome, truly worthy of being my sworn brother. He's aiming to slay a god!" Transcendent Ma is the first to comment.

Qing Mu, Wu Yin, and Zhao Qinghan all glance at him, finding this horse shamelessly self-promoting.

The mechanical teddy bear, ever so "honest," comments, "But didn't I hear you're his mount?"

"Celestial Horse Gallops, Bear Punch!" Transcendent Ma roars, decisively brandishing his hooves!

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In the Hall of Nourishment, Chen Yongjie's expression is gravely serious, understanding the implications of a supreme god's involvement and not being reassured by Wang Xuan's formidable display.

The Great Daoist Xu Fu nods, commenting, "There's a method to this madness. So many avatars, none weaker than the primary self, only someone teetering on the edge of mental breakdown or complete dissociative identity disorder would dare to train in such a manner!"

A blinding sweep of silver light engulfs the decaying Great Veil, the divine aura around the silver-haired god surges outward, his body marked with bloodstains.

Wounded yet his transcendent power escalating amidst mortal resistance, the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth intensifies the murderous intent in his eyes.

Suddenly, an endless expanse of fiery red maple forests emerges, a manifestation of his soul's ascension site, which then explodes, replaced by a cold silver radiance echoing through the cosmos.

"Divine Triple Slash, how could it be ineffectual, retrospect!" His voice, though not loud, carries an endless chill and oppressiveness, like a doomsday adjudication led by a supreme divine being, sentencing the gods.

Puff!

All present, regardless of their defenses or positions, are affected. The vanished Divine Triple Slash, as if tracing back through time, reversely slashes through.

Firstly slashing through time and space, the Hall of Feathered Transformation blurs and collapses under a piercing silver brilliance, devastating everything in its path, causing the void itself to collapse.

Then slashing through the spirit, all present, already spirit forms, find their defenses shattered, suffering various degrees of injuries as they struggle within the distorted void, each penetrated by a beam of silver light.

Lastly, slashing through the flesh, Wang Xuan's chest is torn open by the dazzling divine light, a serious wound that spills blood profusely.

The obstinate old Zhang becomes enraged, "Dare to harm me, will the other selves not act to exterminate him? This is a disgrace, just a foreign god, how could we allow ourselves to bleed!"

"Divine Triple Slash, talk of retrospection, but it's merely the oscillation of residual forces of order. You desire such an effect? Return it to you!" The Demon Lord retorts.

In an instant, the "Myriad Immortals Undergoing Tribulation" resurfaces, layer upon layer of lightning strikes down directly above the silver-haired god's head, exploding violently and forcing him to stagger back.

The silver-haired god's eyes grow colder, with sections of his shoulder, chest, and back slashed open, scorch marks surrounding the divine blood that trickles down.

𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The mysterious individual reborn from Zheng Wu's ashes speaks, "My avatars, as the primary self, it's my duty to seek justice for you all. The divine embryo has taken root, aiming to usurp the fruit of a supreme god's position!"

Within the silver-haired god, an unknown force begins to corrode, aiming to seize control of the blood and spirit of a supreme god, using it as a nurturing ground, a womb, to birth a new divine being!

Wang Xuan finds this tactic profoundly alarming, questioning if these truly are his avatars. Could it be that the creator of the demonic embryo has been reborn within his psyche?

Yet, he dismisses the thought. In the void, figures like Fang Yuzhu and Old Zhang had aided in his diagnosis; these are indeed his spirit avatars, without mistake.

Everything stems from Wang Xuan having acquired the demonic embryo technique from Zheng Wu, a method he had scrutinized and analyzed. This mysterious avatar embodies that segment of his psyche, delving into the demonic embryo technique upon entering the void.

"Out with you, gods should not be desecrated!" The silver-haired god erupts, every pore radiating blinding silver light, true divine flames that melt the collapsing hall and twist the void.

He seeks to cleanse himself with the flames of divinity, severing the mark of the parasitic divine embryo.

"The avatars, what are you waiting for? Join me in eradicating him!" calls the Hades Blood Patriarch. With a thunderous punch, the heavens roar, as if a blood-red sun bursts into radiance.

"Why argue over who's the avatar or the primary self? Whoever slays this foreign god shall take the lead!" the Demon Ancestor declares.

In an instant, his form expands, towering and imposing, stomping down only to incite rebukes from his peers for potentially sparking internal conflict prematurely.

"Apologies!" the Demon Ancestor reduces his size, becoming even more formidable, his demonic aura boiling over, radiating golden light, his pupils, sharp as blades, dive at the silver-haired god.

Yan Yan, the Demon Lord, remains silent, her umbrella striking down, her movements graceful in her red dress, a vision of unmatched beauty.

Wang Xuan, dizzy from the onslaught, resolves not to let the Demon Lord usurp him, pondering over the implications for his gender and demeanor.

With a celestial force, Fang Yuzhu acts, unleashing the Feathered Transformation Fist. His pristine white fist mark shatters the god's armor, and although the second punch is halted by divine light, it sends the god's spirit reeling, nearly toppling him to the ground.

"Avatar, how will you perform?" Zhang Daoling inquired of Wang Xuan.

"I am the primary self. Naturally, if I make a move, it will be to determine life or death," Wang Xuan stated, his spiritual eye and the essence of the eleventh realm converging, making his mind and spirit clear. He sensed every malicious intent and threat in the ether, pinpointing the adversary's vulnerabilities.

"Be cautious, he has not yet been driven to desperation. Inside him, there's a cocoon of light about to break free," Wang Xuan alerted his avatars, and with resolute action, he slashed forth, his blade intertwined with the light of his soul, targeting the mysterious cocoon within the god.

The sword light pierced through the silver-haired god, his divine blood spilling, staining the ground as he was continuously penetrated. This sight startled all onlookers from the supernatural world, filling them with dread.

"People really are witnessing deicide; he's actually going to achieve it!" someone said, trembling.

With a loud "bang," something within the silver-haired god seemed to shatter. From it, a cocoon hatched, rapidly splitting open to reveal a silver divine bird soaring with wings spread, merging with the original spirit. His lacerated flesh underwent dramatic changes, his humanoid form growing taller and more majestic, standing over five meters tall. Moreover, pairs of pristine white wings unfurled behind him, unsullied and boiling with silver light.

"He is the God of Light, whose incarnation is a twelve-winged seraph who has walked among humans for many years!" someone in the vastness of space felt a shiver down their spine, recognizing his identity.

Previously, the god's true identity was unknown.

The God of Light, a symbol of the divine and illumination that purifies all darkness in the world, holds immense strength, renowned even among gods.

"He is actually the God of Light, the supreme god I've worshiped, who had earlier gone into hiding, concealing his true face." Someone cried out in excitement.

Now, he radiated with holy brilliance, making everything else in the world seem tainted with the mundane by comparison, standing supremely above all.

Grandmaster Xu Fu revealed a look of recognition, "This being seems familiar, very much like that fierce bird that once caused chaos in the land of immortality. It's the offspring of the Silver Phoenix King and the Saint Light Bird."

Back then, this figure held immense fame. His father ruled an ancient empire with vast influence, and he himself held a high position. However, after the fall of the ancient sovereigns, he hid and caused disturbances several times before fleeing far away.

"It really is him. To think that the Light Peng became the God of Light, venturing into the depths of the universe to become a supreme god," Xu Fu expressed with a hint of amazement.

As he spoke, a fierce battle erupted in the field. Worthy of the Phoenix King's son, his achievements were considerable, becoming a powerhouse of the curtain sky realm and one of the exceptional immortals.

Indeed, in the depths of the universe, he proclaimed himself a god and was revered as the God of Light.

The battle was intense. The fierce bird, more ferocious than before, unleashed countless beams of sword light with the spread of its wings, penetrating some of Wang Xuan's avatars.

Of course, these beings were no easy targets. They retaliated immediately, their figures numerous, with punches and swords sounding in unison, bombarding their way forward.

"Wang Xuan alone is assaulting the great God of Light!" someone commented.

"Silence! The God of Light cannot be defeated. Wang Xuan may be remarkable in the mortal realm, but he absolutely cannot slay the God of Light!" Believers of the God of Light, though agitated and worried, were furious at heart, fearing Wang Xuan might slay their god.

The Hades Blood Patriarch sneered, "A ferocious bird from the land of immortality turns into a twelve-winged divine spirit in another place. Interesting. Birdman, I'll send you back to your grandmother's house!"

Clearly, Xu Fu's remarks reached here, heard by Wang Xuan and his avatars.

The Hades Blood Patriarch, with every gesture, unleashed dazzling punches, rounds of red suns exploding around the God of Light, colliding with his fists from time to time.

Energy surged violently in the area.

Wang Xuan, as the primary self, naturally wouldn't just watch. He formed a sword wheel, confronting the Phoenix King's son head-on, battling the famed fierce bird of antiquity.

Within the sword wheel, he also manifested the true forms recorded on the stone tablets, blending supreme scriptures. His sword light cut off a section of the opponent's wings, instantly turning bloody.

And then, he personally dove down for a physical confrontation. His body roared, nearing the essence of true super matter, stunning the God of Light.

With a punch carrying a hint of red substance, Wang Xuan collided with the God of Light, charring his fist black.

"The wrath of a god requires your blood to be quenched," the God of Light stated indifferently.

As his words fell, a barrage of fists came crashing down. The divine light swept across them, but this group, mad as they were, paid no heed to his threats, focused solely on eliminating the foreign enemy to contest for the primary self.

Boom! Fang Yuzhu was enveloped in a luminous rain of feathers, countering the torrent of sword light unleashed by her opponent. With movements of her hands, energy transformed into divine bamboo, emerging in clusters to bind the person ahead. Although she appeared as a transcendental woman, her strength was notably superior among the avatars.

"Fang Yuzhu!" The God of Light's pupils contracted, evidently recognizing her, and harbored deep hatred for the woman who ended the glory of ancient sovereigns.

Of course, he knew this wasn't the real Fang Yuzhu.

Darkness and light intertwined, manifesting swathes of divine bamboo like rising sword beams, inflicting terrible wounds on the God of Light and tearing apart a pair of his pristine wings.

"This world is too tainted, filled with filth and ugliness. Only light can purify the mortal realm and baptize the land of immortals. It starts with me, to cleanse this extraordinary world!" declared the God of Light.

One by one, immaculate feathers fell, arranging themselves across the void like endless, crystalline petals, exuding an otherworldly aura, brilliant yet sacred.

Each feather possessed an indescribable charm, untainted by the mundane world, transcending beyond, forming a grand and complex pattern.

"Be cautious, this might be a technique of universal destruction. He intends to take all opponents down with him!" Grandmaster Xu Fu warned from afar.

Indeed, the attack was terrifying. The universe was filled with innumerable lights, silver and white pervading the mountains and cosmos, as if to overturn this decaying barrier.

All the white feathers began to burn, instantly illuminating the mortal world, aiming to incinerate all beings, vaporizing everything cleanly.

Naturally, Wang Xuan and his many avatars wouldn't just stand by and watch. They all retaliated, using various trump cards to annihilate the God of Light.

In the final moments, half of the God of Light's flesh shattered, his bones exposed, and the sacred wings behind him broke significantly, dripping blood. He rushed out, using this nearly self-destructive strike to escape the battlefield, unwilling to continue the fight.

As the extraordinary world neared its extinguishment, the God of Light had no desire to engage in a life-and-death struggle with a mortal youth. Victory would bring no glory, while defeat would be too sorrowful.

However, just as he managed to fly several hundred meters away, he discovered he couldn't escape.

The Blood Sovereign, holding several blood threads intertwined with the God's body, spoke, "Did I permit your departure? The scarlet brand is marked; where do you think you can flee?"

Simultaneously, the enigmatic figure reborn from Zheng Yuan Tian's ashes stated, "The sanctuary for the celestial embryo has been chosen, both in form and spirit by me. Do you still think you can leave?"

In his hands, strands also entangled the God of Light!

Wang Xuan suggested, "Everyone here intends to fight over this body, aiming to become the sole occupant. Hence, I propose we change the battlefield. Let's kill this fierce bird and battle within his body. This way, our flesh won't be damaged. Remember, mine is yours, and yours is mine."

He added, "None should think of returning to our body prematurely. We're equally matched in speed. A fierce struggle would only harm our own flesh. Let's use the God of Light's flesh as our battlefield and kill his spirit first!"

"Agreed, let's decide it this way, first slay this fiend!"

"What son of a demonic emperor? Slaughter and consume!"

"I am the true self; we'll exterminate his spirit first, the Patriarch arrives!"

Despite being injured, with some even severely wounded, how could they not pay a bloody price in successive confrontations against the powerful son of the ancient demonic emperor, the God of Light?

Yet, their morale was high, all diving down, using secret techniques, and invading the God of Light's flesh with a fierce hiss to seize it.

"Kill!" A chorus of maniacs roared, their murderous intent soaring.

The God of Light bellowed in rage, with various lights bursting within him. But his struggles grew weaker, and the divine flame in his head began to extinguish.

Wang Xuan and the others were also heavily wounded, but their spirits only soared higher, determined to obliterate the God of Light, using his domain as their battleground to vie for dominance.

"Is... is the god dead?" someone in the outside world asked with a trembling voice.

"The death of a god! That young man has slain the God of Light!" Realization dawned upon the transcendents, leaving them incredulous and deeply shaken.