Ming Zhi Tian had long ago set up the Divine Severing Array, with ice explosion talismans for the left Azure Dragon and fire explosion talismans for the right White Tiger, while the center was filled with ten thousand detonation talismans.
Recalling the past moment, Qian Yang Xi Li had instructed, "These ten thousand detonation talismans and thousand ice and fire talismans are the result of my eight hundred years of hard work. I entrust them all to you now. Go and fulfill your mission, do not disappoint me."
Ming Zhi Tian's lips curled upwards, "I've been tricked."
He immediately tore open a spatial rift and left. Before the Divine Cultivation King could react, there was an instant explosion!!!…………
"Boom boom boom boom!………………………!"
Watching the lingering embers, the Divine Cultivation King was reduced to dust, perishing forever between heaven and earth.
Ming Zhi Tian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the Divine Cultivation King was utterly annihilated. Just then, he saw him emerge from the spatial rift, one arm and one leg blown off, but he had survived.
The Divine Cultivation King hovered in the air, his face a grotesque mess of burns, "Ming! Zhi… Tian! Qian Yang Xi Li! You… will all die! Ten thousand elite soldiers, heed my command! Slay them!"
Ten thousand elite soldiers tore open spatial rifts! The scene trembled, and space swayed precariously, as if on the verge of collapse.
They wielded resplendent artifacts. Ming Zhi Tian knew he was in dire straits, but if he could kill the Divine Cultivation King, the ten thousand elite soldiers would break formation on their own.
He summoned thousands of Heavenly Grade artifacts and hundreds of Star Grade halberds from his storage bag, suspending them in the air with the Imperial Artifact Art.
As Ming Zhi Tian instantly tore open a spatial rift, "Slay!" The thousands of artifacts above descended with a roar…………!
The ten thousand elite soldiers hurriedly used their artifacts to defend. In that split second of opportunity, Ming Zhi Tian appeared behind the heavily wounded Divine Cultivation King.
The Divine Cultivation King roared, "Stop him!"
Ming Zhi Tian clenched his fists, roaring, "Dual… Star Dragon Yao Flower Halberd Art!"
With his dual fists, he unleashed two divine-tier techniques!
The Divine Cultivation King summoned his artifact and struck out with a sword! "Divine Dragon Hundred Swords Art!"
The two divine skills clashed, and the violent aftershocks sent hundreds of approaching soldiers flying.
Although heavily wounded and with less than a third of his strength, the Divine Cultivation King was still locked in a stalemate with Ming Zhi Tian. Their divine skills collided, and the victor was unclear.
Yan Ran Qing Cheng had already forcefully strung ten Sky-Piercing Arrows onto the Mo Li Divine Bow. The hand pulling the bowstring slowly bled, dripping onto the ground.
She endured the backlash, aiming at the Divine Cultivation King, "My husband has finally managed to be with me, how can I let you tear us apart………"
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!……………"
Ten Sky-Piercing Arrows tore through the air with explosive roars as they flew! Their power was so terrifying that no one dared to intercept them.
The Divine Cultivation King's pupils dilated, "No!!……..."
Pierced through his body, head, and neck by ten Sky-Piercing Arrows, he died instantly!
Yan Ran Qing Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood. Ming Zhi Tian instantly moved to catch her fair and tender body, "Qing Cheng!"
Seeing the blood flowing from her pale lips, Ming Zhi Tian felt unbearable pain, "Why are you so foolish? Activating the divine artifact by force has caused a backlash, lowering your cultivation! I am not worth you doing this."
Yan Ran Qing Cheng felt Ming Zhi Tian had become much wiser. She smiled faintly, "It's good that you're back. This gives Qing Cheng peace of mind."
Ming Zhi Tian quickly produced a hundred-grade pill for her to take, then transferred his spiritual energy into her body.
After a while, Yan Ran Qing Cheng recovered. Ming Zhi Tian helped her up, gently stroking her beautiful, slightly dishevelled hair.
Looking at the ten thousand elite soldiers frozen in place, bewildered by the dead Divine Cultivation King, they whispered, "Our King is dead……… What do we do? Should we kill this person?…… Our King is dead……… Our King is dead………"
Ming Zhi Tian turned, his domineering presence chilling. Perhaps influenced by the encyclopedia, he declared, "Everyone! The Divine Cultivation King is dead. You do not need to panic. I only killed him. You will immediately lay down your arms and surrender. I will acknowledge your service in guarding the Hong Ma Empire and will not pursue accountability. Imperial Advisor!"