Chapter 445: The Martial Immortal's Ultimate Move, Slaying the Six Desires Corpse God

Chapter 445: The Martial Immortal's Ultimate Move, Slaying the Six Desires Corpse God

A terrifying blast echoed within Ink City, as countless air currents tore through the atmosphere, seemingly slicing through space itself!

A fierce purple flame in the form of a divine kirin trampled the void, merging with the fist seal, manifesting unparalleled dominance!

Golden Deer Calming Seal!

Immortal Lineage Martial Arts, a higher form of Divine Lineage Martial Arts, was incredibly challenging to cultivate. Even for an ordinary Martial Sage, obtaining the cultivation method would likely require half a lifetime to even begin understanding it.

And even if one managed to grasp the basics, it would take another half of their life to achieve minor success.

However, Li Che's true killing move was not this Golden Deer Calming Seal!

Instead, it was the Primordial Cut Void Fury, a tribulation force, combined with the Thousand Mountains Solo Traveling Slash, a Divine Lineage Martial Art hidden within the strange Divine Lineage, creating the Thousand Mountains Solo Traveling Void Slash!

This slash was Li Che's true killing move!

It was the means by which Li Che shattered the darkness that enveloped him, tore through the sky, and allowed the sunlight to bathe him, a way to reclaim the light!

This slash severed his heart demon!

Ji Mali, indeed, was a heart demon in Li Che's mind. When Ji Hai Hui appeared in the Golden Light Prefecture with a Great Master to pay respects, it brought immense pressure to the Golden Light Sect and, consequently, to Li Che.

Li Che knew then that he would eventually face Ji Hai Hui and the power behind him, Ji Mali. As expected, during the Temple Deity Resonance in the Third Prince's Mystic Temple, Li Che killed Ji Hai Hui and confronted the Martial Sage will of Ji Mali, whose bloodline had been awakened within Ji Hai Hui's body.

That confrontation truly made Li Che feel the strength of Ji Mali and gave birth to the heart demon in his mind.

The pressure Ji Mali exerted on Li Che during that encounter was immense. It was merely a weak bloodline power transformed into a Martial Dao will, yet it almost overwhelmed Li Che, nearly crushing him completely.

Boom—!!!

A sharp blade of light burst forth!

The three-pointed, double-edged sword emitted a dazzling brilliance, moving at an incredible speed. It seemed to cleave through the wind, slicing through space and causing it to shatter explosively!

In an instant, the blade landed on Ji Mali's body.

Thousand Mountains Solo Traveling Slash!

It was as if it traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, dominating with a single flick.

Everything seemed to disappear from Ji Mali's perception—the blade's glow vanished, the Six Desires dissipated, the divine essence receded, and the light faded!

In the moment the blade tore through, everything was annihilated, forcibly shattered by its dominance!

Such a slash...

Such a slash!

It was the pinnacle of sword techniques!

Boom—!!!

All the allure and colors faded, leaving only the terrifying ripples of the blade, like a heart-shaped seal, landing on the inhuman body of Ji Mali.

Ji Mali's proud defense seemed like tattered rags under the impact of that slash.

Within Ink City, almost all the air currents were exhausted, slamming into the city walls with force, creating ripples that hung upside down.

Pfft—!

"Ah—!!!"

As the blade descended, Ji Mali finally felt a sense of fear and instinctual trembling, as if the will influenced by Blood Soul, the Heavenly King Temple Deity, and the Six Desires Corpse God had finally returned to him!

After having his five senses severed by the blade, they finally returned.

The sound of shattering filled his ears—the sound of top-tier Martial Dao tendons and bones being torn apart, the roar of the destruction!

Pfft—!!

The cold blade sliced through tough flesh, and space was shredded by the overpowering force. Countless chaotic currents swirled like branches of a tree, dancing wildly.

Ji Mali's body trembled, and his soul continuously signaled danger.

"Li Che!!!"

Ji Mali's body was blasted, and the six eyes of the Corpse Gods on his body bled profusely.

The three Temple Deities that had merged with his body were thrown into chaos by Li Che's summoning, and they unexpectedly detached from his flesh, causing Ji Mali's proud state to rapidly deteriorate.

Furthermore, Li Che's sudden burst of killing intent caught Ji Mali off guard.

The space around Ji Mali seemed to instantly turn to dust!

Ji Mali's six spinning magatama eyes fixed on Li Che.

"How can it be you!"

The Emperor of the Netherworld...

It was Li Che!

The Horse-Faced Guard was also Li Che...

So, the Netherworld... Whose Netherworld was it? In that moment, Ji Mali felt bewildered, confused, and unable to find closure.

"It's time for you to depart."

A calm voice emerged from Li Che's mouth as he slashed in an arc, forming a perfect crescent.

"You deserve to die. I've prepared extensively to kill you, and I've been striving to grow stronger for this day."

Li Che's face remained serene as he slashed fiercely.

Crack!

Bones shattered, and tendons snapped!

Blood, flesh, and bones scattered in all directions!

Countless black blood droplets exploded behind Ji Mali!

The Six Desires Corpse Gods within Ji Mali roared in extreme fury, but it was of no use. Even these six Corpse Gods, each at the One Disaster One Tribulation Realm, couldn't provide much assistance to Ji Mali.

Or perhaps, these powers never truly belonged to Ji Mali. Even when combined, they didn't pose a significant threat to Li Che, not even as much as the pressure the Old Dragon God had once exerted.

Because the Old Dragon God's One Disaster Two Tribulations Realm cultivation was solid and genuine, achieved through diligent cultivation.

Ji Mali, on the other hand, was purely relying on external power.

Whether it was the power of the three Heavenly King Temple Deities or the six Corpse Gods, they were all borrowed powers for Ji Mali.

Borrowed power could never perfectly harmonize.

And Li Che was the type of person who could disrupt the borrowed power of Temple Deities.

With a single summoning, he completely shattered the power Ji Mali had hung upon himself!

Power rapidly dissipated from Ji Mali's body.

Ji Mali's eyes cleared, and in that moment, he sighed deeply, "I was wrong..."

"My greatest mistake was not taking action when you killed Ji Hai Hui during the Temple Deity Resonance in the Third Prince's Mystic Temple. I should have eliminated you then, allowing you to rise, grow, and become a force to be reckoned with..."

"That day, I made the worst decision of my life."

"I've been right my entire life, but that time, I was truly wrong."

"Ji Mali's face was filled with regret as he gazed at Li Che.

"There is no Netherworld... there is only one person, you, Li Che... is one person enough to be the Netherworld?"

"The Ox Demon is you, the Horse-faced is you, the Divine Monkey is you, and the Emperor of the Netherworld is you..."

Ji Mali had guessed something.

Perhaps, when he saw the face beneath the Netherworld King's mask, which turned out to be Li Che, Ji Mali had already guessed.

But what good was guessing? In truth, Li Che now possessed the strength to protect himself in this world.

To kill him, unless a second or third tribulation-level Divine Tribulation expert intervened, even a one tribulation three tribulations realm expert would find it difficult to harm Li Che. He had the confidence to easily escape!

Because he had the Flying Thunder Teleportation of the Sage of Chess's Dao Fruit, and the Ink City Fendu of the Immortal in the Painting's Dao Fruit!

Li Che's face was calm.

He deliberately revealed his face to Ji Mali, causing his emotions to stir, and once the turmoil became intense, it would lead to mistakes. Li Che intended to seize upon this error, defeat his opponent in a single move, and slash through the darkness!

Rumble—

After being slashed by Li Che, Ji Mali no longer had the strength to resist.

Li Che held the three-pointed double-edged sword, his ink robe billowing, and the sword light raged, crisscrossing in a frenzy. The green light surged, like a thousand winds, yet also like a single, powerful gust!

Thousand Mountains Solo Sky-cutting Saber!

At this moment, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit in Li Che's chest seemed to be wildly expanding and pulsating, sending out endless ripples with each beat.

Li Che's comprehension of the Martial Dao reached a sublime state of enlightenment.

Was it because he had finally cut through the mountain of obstacles that had been weighing on his heart for years, or had he torn apart the sky full of demonic clouds?

In this moment, Li Che's understanding of the Thousand Mountains Solo Sky-cutting Saber seemed to be rapidly ascending.

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!!!

Li Che's eyes seemed to have entered a state of supreme clarity, his blood energy surging wildly. Golden blood energy resembled towering waves, and a ten-thousand-foot deep sea of energy appeared, an extraordinary phenomenon of an unscalable Martial Dao.

The speed of his slashes became faster and faster!

So fast...

Fast enough to tear through space with the speed of the blade alone!

It seemed as if he had truly grasped the ultimate technique of the Sky-cutting Saber!

In Li Che's perception, the Divine Lineage Martial Art was still connected to true intent. When it came to Immortal Lineage Martial Arts, like the Golden Deer Void Seal, it involved a higher level of understanding, a unique realm of ultimate techniques.

And at this moment, he had comprehended the essence of the Sky-cutting Saber!

Puff—

Ji Mali was slashed again, and he no longer had the strength to resist.

It was as if an endless roar was ravaging and sweeping through the air before him, like a god controlling storms in myths, creating terrifying waves.

Ji Mali gave up.

Countless sword lights fell upon his body, like... a thousand cuts and ten thousand slashes!

His consciousness completely vanished.

He perished between heaven and earth.

Six Corpse Gods burst out from his body, transforming into six hideous Corpse Gods. Their bodies were filled with countless Blood Souls howling and twisting, having devoured the souls of countless people and killed their spirits.

Undoubtedly, these Blood Souls and spirits were the ones Ji Mali had been feeding to the Corpse God Sect over the years.

With Ji Mali's help, the Corpse Gods of the Corpse God Sect had grown to their current heights.

Li Che's eyes were cold and ruthless, surrounded by golden smoke.

The three-pointed double-edged sword trembled, emitting a dazzling sword cry!

Slash!

Slash again!

Six Desire Corpse Gods?

In front of him, they all turned to ashes!

Slashed to ashes!

Boom!!!

The six Corpse Gods also roared, but they were shredded by Li Che's terrifying Thousand Mountains Solo Sky-cutting Saber technique.

Rumble!!!

The terrifying green storm, centered on Ji Mali, erupted towards the Ink City behind him. Like a shockwave, it ruthlessly crushed everything in its path. Ji Mali's Ink City collapsed in a fan shape, and countless buildings turned into fine debris...

Terrifying sword energy raged and intertwined, pushing out air currents that transformed into howling gusts, sweeping away the dust and dirt from the entire city.

Silence, absolute silence.

The entire city seemed to have become a desolate wasteland.

After about two breaths.

Whoosh—

The rain poured down furiously, washing away the debris and dirt from the city.

Li Che stood in his original spot, his black and robust hair wildly flailing.

His chest heaved, and his golden blood energy surged, enveloping his entire being.

On his face, the black and white divided Netherworld King mask once again covered his entire body, making his aura mysterious and profound.

Shattering the Netherworld King mask was a battle strategy, a slightly dirty tactic, meant to disturb Ji Mali's mind.

Now that the tactic had succeeded, Li Che naturally put the mask back on.

On the ground, Ji Mali's body had been slashed into fine dust, like sand.

The six Six Desire Corpse Gods were also slashed to pieces by Li Che, their ugly and twisted bodies turning into pools of blood.

Above the Six Desire Corpse Gods, six Corpse God Seals appeared, floating in the air.

There were six in total, spinning round and round, releasing a pure and powerful Six Desire Divinity. Faintly, there seemed to be Buddhist light intertwining within the six seals.

Li Che's gaze fell upon the six Corpse God Seals, and he slowly narrowed his eyes.

He spread his five fingers, and they seemed to transform into divine spears, reaching out to grab the Corpse God Seals.

These Corpse God Seals... contained the aura of evil and Buddhism.

Buzz—

Cold and stern Buddhist light suddenly surged towards Li Che's palm, like a venomous snake, wrapping around it.

However, Li Che's grabbing motion suddenly changed into an incredibly powerful punch, slamming down and knocking the six seals away.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

The six Corpse God Seals shone, and slowly, they formed the silhouette of a Buddhist monk.

It was vague and blurry, but the monk's eyes seemed to transcend time and space, staring at Li Che. Seeing the Netherworld King mask on Li Che's face, the Buddhist light seemed to want to pierce through the mask, revealing his true face.

But the Heavenly Chessboard enveloped Li Che, making his aura gradually become mysterious.

The monk's eyes seemed to hold an impenetrable aura, yet Li Che's right arm began to tremble slightly, emitting a resounding vibration. It was as if the ancient temple bell atop a snowy mountain peak had been struck, its sound reverberating endlessly.

The Mindful Golden Iron Staff, as if sensing something mysterious, began to shake intensely.

The monk's robes billowed like flames, and under the illumination of the six Corpse God seals, he resembled a burning fire, unceasing.

"Amitabha..."

"Ji Mali is dead."

"What a pity..."

A tone of compassion seemed to spread, like countless ancient Buddhas chanting in unison.

Li Che's gaze swept over the monk's illusory figure.

Hearing the word 'pity', he thought to himself, 'It's a pity that Ji Mali is gone, and now there's no one left to massacre cities and gather Blood Souls?'

"Are you the bald donkey who incited Ji Mali to slaughter and massacre?"

A hoarse voice echoed from behind the Netherworld King's mask.

Li Che's eyes, piercing through the mask, were ice-cold.

This bald donkey might be the true mastermind behind the Corpse God Sect!

Ji Mali merely collaborated with the Corpse God Sect.

The monk's face was blurry, but his eyes were distinct. Gradually, the firelight converged, slowly forming a Divine Pattern.

"It's not that I incited him, but Ji Mali had ambitions and desires, so he followed his heart."

"I merely taught him the method and instructed him on how to rise. Ji Mali's early life was too bitter..."

"He wanted to rise, to stand at the pinnacle, to overthrow dynasties. He craved power, and I admired and supported him."

The monk's tone remained compassionate.

Suddenly, the monk's gaze fell on Li Che's arm, as if sensing the tremor of the Mindful Golden Iron Staff.

The blurry monk's figure smiled, and the smile was palpable.

"Li Che, it's been a while."

A soft laughter, yet it lacked genuine mirth.

"In the Netherworld, cause and effect are predetermined. Since you've slain Ji Mali, the collection of Blood Souls won't disappear; it will only transfer from one person to another."

"By slaying Ji Mali, you've accepted the cause, and the effect will fall upon you..."

"Humans will always crave power, even the most powerful among them. For power knows no bounds, no limits!"

"Amitabha... I await you."

"Li Che, Li Che..."

"Our paths will cross soon enough."

As the monk spoke, his gaze shifted to the distant figure standing atop the city wall—Xixi.

"The daughter of the Immortal Lotus..."

"You won't be able to hide for long."

"I await you as well."

Boom—

The golden fire in the monk's eyes gradually solidified.

It transformed into a Divine Pattern...

The Golden Cicada Pattern!

Beneath the cicada pattern, his gaze fixed on Li Che.

"Amitabha, benefactor, remember my Dharma name."

"I..."

"Golden Cicada."

In the 1619th chapter, a single glance reveals the truth.

After speaking, the six Corpse God seals' Buddha light instantly vanished.

The Golden Cicada's illusory figure completely disappeared.

The six Corpse God seals shot towards Li Che at high speed, rushing into his Mud Pill Palace.

Li Che clenched his five fingers, intending to suppress the six Corpse God seals again.

However, the six seals seemed to turn into smoke, losing their true form and leaving only their divine intent.

They collided with Li Che's Mud Pill Palace.

Then, they didn't penetrate.

Li Che's body resonated with a golden aura, like a golden membrane emitting a dazzling glow.

Martial Immortal Golden Body!

Flawless and stops the Corpse God seals with his Martial Immortal Golden Body.

It seemed a bit awkward.

Li Che's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and with a thought, the Heavenly Chessboard descended, suppressing the six Corpse God seals within it.

Inside the Mud Pill Palace, the Six Desires Lu Xuan Sword Immortal Divine Embryo was pulsating, as if releasing a powerful desire.

The six Corpse God seals... If the death energy and Corpse Qi were removed, they would be perfect for the transformation and breakthrough of the Six Desires Lu Xuan Sword Immortal Divine Embryo.

Li Che had previously borrowed the power of the Corpse God seals to enhance his strength numerous times.

Therefore, Li Che didn't disperse the six Corpse God seals representing the Six Desires.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The wind howled, and the ink rain poured.

The battle concluded.

The Netherworld King stood in place, his gaze cold and stern.

On the city wall, Xixi's face was filled with excitement, almost bursting with joy.

She had just witnessed such a powerful and fierce battle! The intensity of this fight captivated Xixi, leaving her in awe.

However, Xixi didn't see the Netherworld King's mask shatter and reveal his true face, but she didn't mind.

As for the final illusory figure formed by the interweaving of the six Corpse God seals, it evoked an endless disgust in Xixi.

The disgust seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul.

"Big sister, you hate that bald donkey, don't you?"

Xixi tilted her head.

Then, she clenched her little fist and puffed out her belly. "Don't worry, when Xixi becomes stronger, I'll help you kill him!"

A soft laughter seemed to echo in her mind.

Xixi's eyes lit up! Big sister, you heard that, didn't you?

...

...

Li Che didn't pay attention to Xixi, who seemed to be playing with herself.

He spread his five fingers, and the air emitted a powerful cracking sound.

The black Immortal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk roared towards Li Che.

As he grabbed the Immortal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk, an overwhelming sense of evil surged from within, as if the silk had been washed and transformed by countless Blood Souls.

Li Che's eyebrows furrowed behind his mask.

"This Ji Mali... To master the Immortal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk, he specifically massacred a city?! Using the Blood Souls of an entire city to refine this divine weapon!"

Li Che's voice was filled with indignation. Through the Immortal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk, he witnessed too many scenes—a city being slaughtered, blood flowing like rivers, and mountains of corpses...

It was cruelly ruthless.

The Immortal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk trembled slightly.

Through the Immortal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk, Li Che saw that after it was obtained by the Corpse God Sect, it naturally fell into Ji Mali's hands and was immersed in Blood Pools for refinement.

Even without witnessing it firsthand, Li Che could clearly sense the raw anger and grievance of the Immortal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk.

It had never felt such grievance before!

Li Che exhaled, and with a snap of his fingers, the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame ignited, burning the Swirling Silk with purple Tribulation Flame, distorting and consuming it.

Within the Seven Aperture Crystal Heart, a loud bang echoed.

The Seven Aperture Crystal Heart began to vibrate rapidly, and the countless Pure Hearts merged into the purple flame, rushing down together.

It started to cleanse the Swirling Silk of Blood Soul Energy.

Hisssssssssssssss—

Countless black smoke billowed, filling Ink City.

It was as if countless mournful cries, wails, and roars resounded.

Countless spirits surged like a storm, unceasing.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The wind blew, as if sweeping away the countless spirits' soft cries.

The black on the Swirling Silk gradually faded, and the surging evil within it began to weaken and dissipate.

Finally, the Swirling Silk turned crimson, and with a shake, Li Che threw it towards Xixi.

Xixi, standing on the city wall, widened her eyes in surprise.

"Wow!"

She cheered in delight.

Then, the Infernal Lotus Windfire Golden Wheel and the Purple Flame Snake Spear beneath her arm, as well as the Great Divine Gold Brick, automatically appeared, emitting a mighty Divine Essence.

They attracted the Unmeltable Infernal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk.

In an instant, the Unmeltable Infernal Lotus Heaven Swirling Silk wrapped around Xixi, as if automatically refined by her.

The Swirling Silk seemed to gain sentience, turning into a lively little snake that became a crimson belt, coiling around Xixi's waist, and even tying a butterfly knot.

Xixi felt an itch, as if the Swirling Silk was tickling her.

After Li Che looked at Xixi on the city wall, instead of continuing to retrieve the divine artifacts that became ownerless after the death of Ji Mo Li, he exchanged identities with Xixi.

Then, holding Xixi's hand, they left Ink City.

...

...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The rain stopped, and the sky became cold and quiet.

Lo Cloud City turned into ruins, with most of its walls collapsed, leaving only a few intact sections.

The strong wind blew, and cries of horror filled the air, leaving only silence within and outside the city.

When Li Che and Xixi left Ink City, the sky above the Heavenly Swirling Silk suddenly thundered, followed by blood rain, indicating the fall of a Tribulation cultivator.

The survivors in Lo Cloud City looked up, bewildered.

Even among them, many cultivators didn't fully understand the significance of the events in the sky.

After all, witnessing the fall of a Tribulation cultivator was a rare sight that many might never experience in their lifetime.

Outside Lo Cloud City, cultivators from the Southern River Region sensed the battle and hurried over.

They were stunned, their hair standing on end...

A Tribulation cultivator had fallen!

Could it be the founder of the Hao Ran Academy in the Southern River Region? Or the ancient patriarch of the Fang family, a great clan in the region?

But when they saw the countless bodies of the Black Armored Guards and guessed that the fallen Tribulation cultivator might be Ji Mo Li, they were shocked.

Xixi felt dazed, then turned and saw Li Che holding her hand.

So, it wasn't a dream!

"Daddy!"

Xixi hugged Li Che, pouting.

Li Che rubbed Xixi's head.

Suddenly, Xixi seemed to remember something, and her eyes widened as she pulled Li Che's hand and ran towards the distance.

"Daddy, hurry! Yun'e and Zhou Peng!"

Xixi's face was filled with anxiety.

...

...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The wind blew through the dense forest, stirring up a small storm.

The snow-filled wind brought a chill.

Two large pits exploded in the forest.

Within the deep pits, smoke rose, and Divine Essence scattered...

Zhou Peng underwent a complete Temple Deity transformation, his head swelling, and his pig ears flapping. The pain was excruciating, and he slowly opened his eyes, but the effort was so painful that he couldn't even move a finger.

His entire body was covered in fine cracks.

The Temple Deity power was completely exhausted, and he knew that his life in this incarnation had reached its end.

This reincarnation had ultimately failed.

He chuckled bitterly.

Then, he thought of something, and his eyes rolled as he glanced towards the other deep pit.

There, another deep pit lay, and Zhou Peng couldn't see clearly what was happening with Yun'e in the pit.

A trace of pain and panic appeared in Zhou Peng's eyes.

His body, covered in cracks, forced itself to move, causing unbearable pain that threatened to shatter his mind.

Blood dripped from his body as he started crawling towards the other deep pit, leaving a trail of crimson behind him.

The rain hit his face, making it harder for him to keep his eyes open.

But Zhou Peng endured the tearing pain, allowing it to invade his mind, threatening to erase his consciousness.

He continued to crawl.

Finally, he reached the edge of the deep pit and looked down.

He saw Yun'e lying quietly in the pit, motionless, as if embraced by the moon's glow.

Zhou Peng's ugly face showed a rare gentleness.

He grinned and rolled into the pit.

Covered in mud, he looked filthy and miserable.

Finally, he reached Yun'e's side, but his body was still, as if lifeless.

But after a long time...

Zhou Peng's trembling hand reached out and gently grasped Yun'e's finger, now free of blood.

A soft voice echoed in the pit, filled with satisfaction.

"Hehe..."

"This life..."

"I've caught you."

(End of Chapter)

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