Repugnant Gateway Chapter 206

Who was speaking?

An Zeng was confused for a moment, then he was forced back to reality by the desperate situation in front of him.

Under the besieging attacks of more than ten warriors of the Xumi Realm, it was already a miracle that he was able to hold out until now without using the Grief Sword that was left for her by Xu Meidao.

If it was anyone else, they would have died countless times already.

These assassins were all good at killing people. They were different from those Xumi realm experts of the cultivation sects. These assassins didn't act to win the battle, nor did they cultivate to pursue any great dao. Their goal was to kill people.

Therefore, if a cultivator of the same level were to fight an assassin of this level, he or she would most likely be killed.

This was because ordinary cultivators wouldn't kill so many people to train their killing methods, but these assassins were different. They usually cultivated to kill people.

They knew the human body better than most cultivators, and were even more ruthless than most cultivators.

These people were Empress Dowager Su's deathsworn.

Every person in power, even if they were very strict with their family, would always give the most generous rewards to the Death Soldiers they raised.

This was because only in this way could a Death Soldier play its greatest role at a critical moment.

No matter how Empress Dowager Su acted, she knew better than most how to train and use these deathsworn.

Just like those Death Soldiers who rushed to the south gate's tower, their fate had already been decided. Even though Mu Changyan was just a puppet, there were still countless experts by his side.

In order to attract Mu Changyan's attention, the deathsworn rushed over. Of course, it wasn't just because of Empress Dowager Su's generous rewards, but also because some of their lifeline was in Empress Dowager Su's hands, such as their family.

The dozen or so assassins who had attacked An Zaiyue had already won. To be honest, they did not believe that An Zaiyue could hold on for so long before they took action.

The assassin in the lead said angrily, ""Hurry up and finish it. In a while, the Heavenly Temple's guards will pounce on us. If the things above cannot be done, you and I will both die.""

At the command, the killers began to press on.

At this moment, everyone faintly heard the sound of a huge, heavy bronze door being pushed open with all its might.

A few people even subconsciously looked around to find the source of the sound. They never would have thought that the sound came from An Zaihai's Qi Sea in his Dantian.

The door opened.

Even though he had only managed to open it a little bit, for An Zaihai, who had accumulated so many years within the 'Heaven Defying Seal', how terrifying of a power was that?

The power that the mummified corpse borrowed returned to An Zhan's body.

At this moment, the Blood Pearl bracelet on An Zeng's right wrist shone with brilliance!

At this moment, that somewhat familiar voice sounded once again.

It's been almost five years since you started cultivating, but you don't even have a powerful cultivation technique of your own.

Do you still not understand this logic?

You should be well aware that no matter how magical the techniques in your memories are, they are not exclusive to you.

Those cultivation techniques are mixed, and they affect your concentration … Young man, all of your cultivation isn't just inherited from your predecessors, but also created.

Those who knew how to create were the true powerhouses.

His voice came to a halt, never to be heard again.

However, these words were like a clap of thunder in An Zhe's mind.

That's right … Not only was it the current struggle, when he had ascended to the position of the head of the Great Xi, all of his power had also been inherited from his seniors.

An Zaiyue suddenly understood why he had been unable to break through after reaching the pinnacle of the lesser celestial stage in his previous life. It was precisely because he lacked the confidence to create his own.

Deep down, there is always a voice telling yourself that you cannot surpass the past.

But in fact, which of those peerless powerhouses who had truly left their name behind in history wasn't creating their own?

""What is my Dao?""

An Zaiyue's eyes lit up. ""I can't think of it for the time being. Then, I'll find my own path in this battle.""

He ferociously threw out a punch that looked nothing out of the ordinary. Even a three year old child could throw a punch forward.

However, the power of this punch was terrifying.

An Zaiyue felt that what came out from his fist was not the power of his cultivation, but an angry dragon that had been imprisoned for too long!

The violent power directly tore a spatial realm assassin closest to him into pieces. This assassin's cultivation level was clearly higher than An Zhe's before, but when he realized that An Zhe's punch could not be blocked, it was already too late.

This power had already surpassed the Sumeru Confinement and reached a completely new height … the state of 'Imprisoning'! … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

The so-called desire to be imprisoned was to control one's own body and focus solely on cultivation.

Those true powerhouses were unable to find their own ways before the state of prison.

Once he reached the state of desire, his mind would be completely at peace. After he had imprisoned all his disciples, he would then truly discover the direction he should be looking for.

At this moment, An Zui felt that he understood what he was pursuing.

That was righteous qi.

He couldn't help but think of what Nie Qing had said to him earlier … If everyone was an iron army, then they would be invincible.

If everyone is made of iron, then the world will be righteous.

This punch had unleashed the righteous qi in An Zhe's heart.

Even though the assassin's strength was very strong, his heart was still unstable. It was not bright, and it was not bright.

All the darkness in his heart was weakened by this righteous energy.

The assassin's figure gradually disappeared before he was completely torn into pieces by the power of the struggle.

This assassin was not the only one. The assassins in front of An Zaihai were like shadows under the blazing sun, shining under the blazing sun. They smiled quickly.

Within the strong light, those people's bodies gradually turned into black shadows, and in the absolute light, the black shadows would definitely disappear.

One, two, three, four...

In the blink of an eye, half of An Zhe's opponents were killed by his fist.

It was a wistful and dreary light, and all the filth of it had no chance to remain in the light.

The assassins further away turned around and ran the moment they saw that the situation wasn't good, and even that assassin leader, who had also reached the state of Prisoner's Desire, felt fear in his heart at this moment.

He did not understand why the struggle for peace had suddenly become so powerful, so powerful that even he did not have the courage to fight for it.

All of this happened too quickly. They weren't prepared at all, and even if they were prepared, they wouldn't be able to block such power.

With blood all over his body, An Zhan straightened his body. His hair danced wildly in the midst of the hurricane, and his eyes were incomparably bright. This was because he gradually began to clearly see his own dao!

He took a step forward, as if it were a simple step.

But to those assassins, this single step was like crossing a thousand miles.

Originally, they thought they would have the chance to escape, but after this step, An He had completely surpassed them and imprisoned them as well.

They didn't even have the chance to turn around and flee. At this moment, it was as if there was only peace in this world.

""I'm going all out!""

One of the assassins roared, then threw out a punch with all his might.

That feeling was like a praying mantis raising its arms to block the incoming wheels.

The moment his fist touched the power of the struggle, his arm began to melt.

Even if he wanted to immediately pull his arm back, there was no point in doing so.

His arm melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into water, then evaporating in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

First his fists, then his arms, his shoulders, his head, his whole body, melted like a snowman.

""This … is impossible!""

The leader of the assassins used his state of mind to gather all his strength and threw an attack behind him. However, this strongest attack seemed to fall into the ocean, and he couldn't take it anymore.

The ocean was still a sea, and his cultivation power could create waves. However, after the waves, the sea water rushed back even more fiercely.

He felt his heart skip a beat. Perhaps that was the feeling of death.

The remaining assassins were also gradually disappearing. The scariest part was that their minds were still clear during this process.

They watched helplessly as part of their body began to disappear, powerless to stop it. The fear was indescribable.

Before they died, they seemed to have fallen into the most terrifying hell, suffering the most brutal torture.

""No!""

A person cried out in pain. He watched as half of his body turned into pieces before disappearing.

During this process, he even saw his internal organs being exposed and his heart still beating.

The assassin leader felt despair. He didn't think that a youngster would release such a terrifying power.

""Who … Who are you?!""

He roared at Anjou, at the end of his life.

However, An Zhe became increasingly calm. His hair slowly fell down from a wild dance, and the terrifying savagery in his eyes also vanished.

His body was still covered in blood stains and wounds, and his face was still pale to the point of being frightening. But at this moment, he looked like a true judge … That's right, deep in his heart, the assassin leader suddenly had the illusion that he was an Inquisitor.

He didn't know why, but at this moment, the assassin leader couldn't help but think about all the evil things he had done before.

The evil things he thought he would never care about seemed to transform into yakshas in his mind.

Regardless of the big or the small, every time he thought of something, a yaksha would appear in his mind, and these yakshas would give all of their punishments to him.

""Ahhh!""

The assassin leader was scared out of his wits by what he saw. He finally understood why he could not withstand the power of the struggle. It was because he was being judged.

However, he wasn't willing to die just like that. The viciousness he had accumulated over so many years of doing evil made him choose to perish together at the last moment.

""I will drag you all down even if I die!""

The assassin leader roared, and then gathered all his energy from his dantian's Qi Sea into his hands.

He rushed towards An Zaihai's fist, pushing forward with both hands like an evil god.

""The evil in your heart is more terrifying than in your heart. You've already lost.""

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from An Zhe's fist. His fist turned into a sun. That kind of light was not something a human's eyes could bear. That kind of power was not something any evil could withstand.

At this moment, the darkness was completely dispersed. The sun that represented the power of light was transferred from the sky to An Zeng's hand. He held the light in his hand.

The sun and the Evil God collided.

The Evil God turned into ashes, and the assassin leader disappeared.

The space in front of An Zhe was empty. With just one punch, more than ten experts in the spatial realm plus one expert who had already entered the state of prison were all destroyed.

This was the way to fight for peace. This was the power that was exclusive to fighting for peace.

After this punch, An Zeng felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body. His legs gave way, and he couldn't help but squat down.

Holding onto the ground with one hand, his vision gradually became clear … He had returned from the world of light back to the real world.

Chapter end