Chapter 562: Chapter 205: Annihilation

“Pupupupupu—”

The Five Great Saints were all unable to withstand a single blow and nearly perished body and soul.

Had it not been for the Netherworld Heaven Bridge Technique of Jiu Que, they would have likely died in an instant.

Even though they were fortunate enough to survive, their strength was almost completely crippled.

The blood, the saints’ blood, dyed this stretch of Heaven and Earth red.

Yet, the murderous Sword Qi was still not blocked and was directed towards Zhou Yan.

Holy Daughter Jiang Yuning’s eyes showcased fear and despair, and she was helpless to intervene at this moment, simply watching the scene unfold with her heart almost leaping out of her chest.

This Sword Qi also bestowed upon Zhou Yan a peerless pressure—he saw from this casual Sword Qi the proud Divine and the true Divine Temple— that temple, just like the Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City.

At that moment, an ancient building appeared in his mind—it was the Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City, and the Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City was the palace of the Lei Yan King!

“So it turns out, the Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City is actually my own mansion…”

In this moment, facing death, Zhou Yan instead felt a peace in his heart, recalling a strand of memory and realizing that the Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City was his palace.

And he himself was indeed the Lei Yan King.

“Ss—”

At this moment, from the center of his brows in the Purple Flame Void, suddenly a light of Purple Flame flew out.

The purple light suddenly entered into the Imperial Decree of Lei Yan King on the ground, and afterward, a slender little girl’s phantom suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Yan, nullifying the Sword Qi with a flick of her finger.

…

“So it’s you, you little wretch, I didn’t expect you to run here! Die!”

Jiang Tianling said coldly.

In his eyes shone a Divine-like supreme secret technique, a true nobility far surpassing the levels of this universe.

In those eyes, everyone was a true ant, even the saints were but worse than pigs and dogs.

After he spoke, he pointed a finger, and it became a Sword Light.

Such Sword Light was called immortal, for it was unavoidable.

“Don’t you dare hurt my Father King!”

Yanyan’s voice was filled with endless resolve.

The Imperial Decree of Lei Yan King shattered, Yanyan’s body suddenly grew larger, her worn red jacket like a red light obscuring the sun, covering Zhou Yan and everyone around him.

But under that Sword Light, the jacket tore, and drops of bright blood continuously flowed out.

Each drop of blood, like a flame burning in the Void, turned the Void into Tribulation Ash.

Heaven and Earth shattered, and Yaochi Sacred Land was nearly non-existent, beginning to crumble apart.

Yanyan was wounded.

“Enough, stop! I’ll go back with you!”

Holy Daughter Jiang Yuning suddenly cried out, then her body twisted violently as if breaking free from shackles.

In her hand, a star core like that of a planet appeared, and it was precisely the star core previously brought out by Jia Yongheng.

The star core in the Holy Daughter’s hand suddenly shattered and then was condensed again, with Vast Heaven’s will suddenly bestowed upon her. She painfully endured the ordeal.

In her body, various Vast Qi began to stir, eventually dissipating into the Heaven and Earth like diffusive clouds.

In the Heaven and Earth, endless Vast Qi prevailed, and the purple Vast Qi gradually became chaotic and illusory, followed by various flows of Soul Power.

Everyone felt as if they were bathed in Immortal Spirit Rain, indescribable strength filling their bodies and minds becoming remarkably clear.

But the Holy Daughter disappeared.

Along with her disappearance were Yanyan and the injured Five Great Saints on the ground.

This was indeed the Holy Daughter wooing with condensed Heaven’s will, and Vast Qi for the Emperor leading to annihilation, Soul Path lasting Wannian.

…

Zhou Yan dazedly watched this scene, watching the Holy Daughter slowly vanish.

“Husband, I’m sorry. But I will wait for you, I will always, always be your wife.”

The Holy Daughter suddenly spoke, in front of everyone.

“He? It will never be possible.”

Jiang Tianling sneered, his eyes filled with genuine undisguised mockery.

It wasn’t disdain, because Zhou Yan didn’t even seem to have the qualification to be disdained by him.

“A foreign spirit daring to covet the Jiang family’s bloodline, your survival is only due to my younger sister’s kindness. As for keeping you in this pigpen, that is also your honor.

Remember, you are just lambs to be slaughtered, grains to be harvested, merely seeds! If one day the master is displeased and forsakes you, you will cease to exist.”

Jiang Tianling said indifferently.

Speaking, he glanced at the Yaochi Saint, saying, “Disobedient things, still fantasizing about comprehending the Origin Creation, you will never understand.”

Yaochi Saint’s face turned exceptionally grim, shifting from hope to despair, and then to numbness.

Even the Evil King fell silent.

“There are also some ‘pigs’ here, daring to hold a marriage recruitment? I dislike the sight of it, so I’ll slaughter them in advance.”

Jiang Tianling spoke indifferently, followed by a fierce clench of his hand into the void.

“Chi-chi—”

The heavens shattered.

The Secret Realm collapsed.

In the Yaochi Sacred Land, all Four Great Ancient Saints had their bloodline dry up, dying instantly.

Within the Yaochi Sacred Land, aside from Jiang Yuning’s sister, Jiang Yushuang, from the oldest elders to the newly born infants, all perished, their bodies dried of Blood Qi, decaying into piles of dry bones.

In the land of the Secret Realm, except for the expanse of the great hall where they stood, all other places decayed.

“Ah— Why? Why? What wrong did those elders and children do?”

“They shouldn’t have died…”

“Heaven is blind…”

The Yaochi Saint, like a madman, wailed sorrowfully.

In the end, he knelt on the ground, his face filled with regret and pain.

Suddenly, he fiercely raised his head, his gaze intently fixed on the avatar of Thunder Origin Sword God, his eyes filled with desire, filled with hysteria, hoping the Thunder Origin Sword God would make a move.

“Heaven? I am your heaven! Hahaha— Lei Yuan!”

Jiang Tianling burst into laughter, then suddenly roared.

“Young Master.”

Not only did the avatar of the Thunderflame Sword God not make a move, but he also suddenly knelt down, repeatedly bowing deeply like smashing garlic.

At this moment, everyone despaired.

“A hundred years later, return to the Jiang family, and I’ll reward you.”

“Right, that little wench ran quite fast! In the future, if that little wench ever comes to this universe again, immediately inform me.”

“Yes, Young Master. Your old servant remembers.”

The avatar of Lei Yuan Sword God spoke respectfully.

“Puchi—”

Jiang Tianling did not attack Zhou Yan because it seemed his time to leave was reached.

In just a moment, he disappeared.

Heaven and Earth restored their calm.

But the Yaochi Sacred Land was already shattered.

Everything moved towards annihilation.

…

“Zhou Yan, I am sorry, I have my duties, and I have no right to interfere with the Third Miss’s affairs. However, she indeed has her unavoidable difficulties…

Also, don’t worry about Yanyan and your subordinates, the Five Great Saints, they… they should have been taken away by Yanyan and should not perish.

You… take care of yourself.”

The avatar of Lei Yuan Sword God sighed, then his figure also vanished.

“Zhou Yan, I will not trouble you anymore either! Never will, let’s write off our grievances!”

The Evil King also suddenly spoke at this time, then quickly fled, as if staying another moment could cause him to die at any time.

“Ha… Hahahahaha…”

Suddenly, Zhou Yan began to laugh madly.

The entire broken ancient hall, however, was deadly silent.

“Zhou Yan, seize the opportunity of the Nine Origin Reincarnation, it’s the only chance, don’t let your brother have died in vain.”

Saint Yao suddenly spoke.

“Zhou Yan, your previous life was already confirmed to be Lei Yan King, so cultivate well, and in the future, kill all these bloody bastards!”

The Yaochi Saint, like a madman, spoke in an extremely bitter and pained tone.

Zhou Yan, however, didn’t respond, but just glanced at his disciple Hou Chen, who despised his incompetence and hatred, and said, “Master is tired, let’s go back and rest.”

“Mm… Master.”

Hou Chen softly replied, but tears of blood had already uncontrollably flowed out.

He hated his own uselessness and incapacity, in the face of that young man, not daring to make a move, his body even trembling from fear, his soul filled with dread, unable to utter a single word.

This powerlessness deeply ground at his heart, causing him great distress.

(The volume of ‘Holy Daughter’s Matrimonial Recruitment’ ends here; the next volume ‘Lei Yan King’ officially starts. Fans of the book can join VIP group 64537585 to discuss the plot, Can Jian will also appear from time to time~)