876: C876 Calamity King

C876 Calamity King

As the ripples spread out, a pair of cold yet familiar eyes appeared before his eyes.

Buried God suddenly widened his eyes. His heart was greatly shaken and his eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Situ Xuan in disbelief!

The pupils of the Three Tombs!

Or perhaps … That was Meng Xuan's eyes!

Whoa, whoa.

His body began to tremble as the fear in his heart reached its peak.

"How is this possible, how is this possible!" Crying God roared in his heart.

Didn't he get crippled by the Ye Family's Crazy Night Three Autumn Festival?

Alright, even if he wasn't crippled, he would still be at his peak condition … Then why did he suddenly become an Immortal King Stage powerhouse in such a short period of time?

No matter what, he couldn't imagine that Situ Xuan's real body was actually Meng Xuan!

No one would believe it, and no one would dare to believe it. The Immortal King was a supreme existence, and each and every one of them were heaven-shaking and earth-shattering characters.

The Buried King charged forward once again, bringing with him the immortal energy that filled the entire sky. His two hands moved, and instantly, endless lightning appeared on his arms. Each of them was as thick and solid as a mountain.

He brandished the lightning that filled the sky and attacked Situ Xuan.

"He is …" Crying God came to his senses as he abruptly roared out loud.

His words came to an abrupt halt as Situ Xuan's palm rubbed against the top of his head. Canghai Sobbing's eyes instantly became dazed, and a portion of the memories in his mind were completely erased.

Buried King Zang carried an endless amount of lightning and attacked, but it was broken by Situ Xuan's bare hands.

Endless arcs of electricity flowed through his palm and fingers, before dissipating into nothingness.

"Sobbing Tears God, who is he?" He knew that in that split-second, only the Sobbing God was able to clearly see Situ Xuan's appearance!

However, the perplexity in Crying God's eyes only grew deeper. He then roared out loud, "Lord Buried King, I don't know. My memories have been erased!"

"Wait for my real body to kill you." Situ Xuan let out a cold snort and threw Buried God to the side, "How dare you. You actually dared to join hands with the Western Orthodoxy to attack Middle-earth."

Buried King stopped. Even though he was an Immortal King powerhouse, he knew that he was no match for Situ Xuan.

The reason why extreme dao practitioners were so powerful was because they had used countless years of their lives to exchange for cultivation.

"Situ Xuan, come here and fight." In the Western Orthodoxy, an enormous devil roared.

His entire body was covered in golden magma. The Ox-head man wielded a greatsword in his hand as flames danced around him. His cultivation base was at the peak of the Immortal King Stage, able to intimidate anyone who saw it.

Situ Xuan's eyes flashed with a cold light. With the divine halberd in hand, he directly charged towards the Western Orthodoxy.

"I would actually like to see how terrifying the three kings of the western Orthodoxy that have reigned over the Orthodoxy for countless years are." Situ Xuan said in a soft voice.

Just like that, he had directly barged into the borders of the Western Orthodoxy.

This was a completely different land that was filled with the essence energy of heaven and earth. Twelve streams of power of faith surged forth from the depths of the endless void, gushing into every corner.

Ordinary cultivators couldn't see much, but Situ Xuan could see everything clearly.

The natural essence in the void was golden in color. Cultivating in this kind of situation would have twice the results with half the effort. It was no wonder that the Western Orthodoxy could give birth to so many talented lifeforms.

This kind of training environment was comparable to the peak of the Golden Age.

As soon as Situ Xuan's feet landed on the Western Orthodoxy, he sensed wave after wave of powerful energy hibernating. The most powerful of them all were the three kings.

The lamp wick, the candle flame, the calamity.

The one who had recovered was none other than the King of War!

The King of Mischief did not have a divine spark, but his strength had already reached a peak. He used his body to transform into a mountain range that stretched across the sky and earth as he silently looked at Situ Xuan.

Just as Situ Xuan approached, he instantly made his move. The golden greatsword in his hand was raised and cleaved down!

With a loud 'kacha', he was still at the end of the world. This slash tore through the endless space, forming a massive rift that spread towards Situ Xuan!

Situ Xuan's face was indistinguishable, but his breathing became slightly rough.

He had only released a weak strand of Qi, and the entire Western Orthodoxy could feel a pressure that felt like Mount Tai was pressing down on them. Other than the Immortal King powerhouse, all the other living beings had their bodies trembling as they prostrated themselves on the ground.

The large crevice then directly covered Situ Xuan's body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Situ Xuan's head of long silver hair fluttered in the wind, already reaching his waist, and then still crazily spreading, reaching the heels of his feet in the blink of an eye!

Within the large crevice, Situ Xuan lifted his hand and placed it in front of him.

After that, he waved both his hands again and again, cutting off the void with each palm strike. It formed an absolute space in front of him, protecting him. Then, he suddenly stomped his foot.

The large crevice vanished, disappearing without a trace. Situ Xuan's body reappeared on the ground.

He stood up straight like a javelin. However, everyone could clearly see that in front of Situ Xuan, there was a bright red flower of blood!

"He's injured!"

"Situ Xuan was injured by the Fighting Calamity King!"

"The two of them aren't even on the same level."

The people of the Middle Kingdom were discussing.

"It's nothing more than that." The King of War's voice was like thunder.

Situ Xuan raised his palm, and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth as he chuckled softly, "It's only so-so."

Everyone was stunned. What did he mean?

Situ Xuan also did not explain as he slowly turned around, "I am not your opponent, but I am still young. My real body will come to take your life."

After he finished speaking, his body became old once more. His hair retracted back and the divine halberd in his hand gradually turned into a walking stick. His waist became bent. In a single breath, he seemed to have aged countless years.

"Kill him!"

"Leave him behind!"

"Killing my Western Orthodoxy's Divine Clan is unforgivable!"

The Western Gods let out a furious roar.

The Prodigy King moved, taking large strides.

He was simply too enormous. With a single step, he traversed ten million kilometers. The endless mountain ridges beneath his feet were like mud balls, a vast ocean the size of his feet was directly trampled into oblivion!2

"I let you go?" The Trouble-Reappearance King took a step forward as the giant golden sword in his hand pointed at Situ Xuan's back.

Situ Xuan's body, compared to the tip of the sword, was simply too weak. The tip of the sword was pointed at his back. If he was hit, even if Situ Xuan didn't die, he would be heavily injured!

Many of the cultivators in the Midlands felt their hearts jump into their throats. Situ Xuan was definitely too rash.

The three kings of the western Orthodoxy were all figures that had lived for at least three eras! Some had even lived in the same era as Sovereigns, and had failed in their struggle for divine sparks!

Situ Xuan replied without even turning his head, "I'm not your match."

"But if I want to leave, in the entire Calamity world, basically no one will be able to keep me, not even Sovereigns."

Situ Xuan's voice was very light, full of an arrogant tone. However, there was no one who could guarantee his arrogance. In fact, they even felt that he possessed such strength …

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