CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 180: CONFRONTING THE ANCESTOR OF LIGHT _1

"Nie Feng, guilty as charged. Surrender and face your death?"

A robust and powerful voice, like rolling thunder, echoed across the sky dome, lingering long without dissipating.

Six figures exuding an intimidating momentum hung in midair; three radiated the power of light, the other three the power of darkness, dividing the world in two.

"You wish to kill me? Just the likes of you?"

Nie Feng sneered coldly, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm and composed, as if he were facing six ordinary Martial Artists, not the overbearing Saint King Realm powerhouses of a King-level faction.

"Dark Demon Heavenly Blade!"

One man among the Six Divine Slaves, enraged, abruptly drew his battle blade. It emitted a rolling black aura, causing the blazing sun to dim and lose its luster.

He gripped the battle blade with both hands, soared into the air, and slashed forcefully towards Nie Feng!

The blade light descended, heavy with seemingly endless power.

"Go!"

Facing this attack, Nie Feng seemed frozen, unmoving, until the attack was dangerously close. Only then did he extend his right hand, flicked a finger, and released a beam of black and white light that struck the blade Qi.

Instantly, that stream of blade Qi, which would have looked terrifying in the eyes of an ordinary person, shattered inch by inch.

The attacker was sent flying backward. He spat several mouthfuls of fresh blood into the Void before stabilizing himself tens of thousands of feet away in the sky.

Such a terrifying attack!

The man muttered to himself, looking down at his bloodied chest, a trace of fear in his eyes. It had missed his heart by a mere fraction.

At the moment the attacks collided, the black and white beam of light had destroyed the blade Qi. It had pierced through his body instantaneously, giving him no chance to retaliate.

Even now, destructive residual power still coursed through his body!

"Attack together!"

The other five, greatly alarmed and now solemn, attacked simultaneously, their combined might threatening to obliterate the Void.

The momentum generated by five Saint King Realm powerhouses attacking in unison was earth-shattering, affecting an area tens of thousands of miles wide. The Great Light Domain, the battlefield’s location, began to shake violently as fissures spiderwebbed across the ground.

The Light God’s Court’s foundation is actually this deep?

Numerous powerhouses gazed from afar, their expressions flickering as they watched the distant battlefield across the endless Void, astonished by the Light God’s Court’s profound strength.

"Who is this person, being hunted by six Saint Kings?"

"He must be a newly ascended Saint King, overestimating his strength and daring to rebel!"

"Poor fellow!"

The experts watching the battlefield began to discuss, their eyes filled with pity for Nie Feng. In their eyes, this "lucky fellow" was doomed.

That’s right. To them, anyone who could break through to the Saint King Realm was a lucky one!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Five terrifying attacks enveloped Nie Feng. A First-Stage Saint caught in these attacks would have been utterly obliterated, not even ashes remaining.

"You know nothing of true power!"

Nie Feng looked up, slowly extending his hands. Spiritual Energy converged. A white ball of energy appeared in his left hand, a black one in his right. They looked deceptively ordinary.

The attacking Six Divine Slaves scoffed, expressions full of disdain, not taking him seriously at all.

"A Second-Stage Saint King! This is bad!"

From the forbidden land of the Light God’s Court, deep within its towering mountains, Old Ancestor Light’s voice echoed urgently. Immediately, a beam of white light tore through the sky, shattering a large expanse of the Void.

He had been watching the battlefield from the moment the fight began!

The Six Divine Slaves were unaware of the terrifying power in Nie Feng’s attack, but he could sense it—a power far surpassing a First-Stage Saint King, a power that made even him feel a tremor of apprehension.

"Die!"

Nie Feng casually tossed the orbs. They shot through the air, effortlessly shattering the five attacks and sending the five Divine Slaves hurtling backward. Blood erupted from them like waterfalls, dyeing the heavens crimson.

How is this possible?

The Six Divine Slaves were shocked!

The Saint King Realm experts watching from a distance were also dumbfounded!

This was not what they had imagined!

Only Old Ancestor Light was not stunned. He was already traversing the Void at full speed, racing towards the battlefield.

"It ends now!"

Nie Feng unsheathed his sword. Six streams of Sword Qi, imbued with the essence of death, erupted from around him and shot towards the Six Divine Slaves.

WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ!

The Six Divine Slaves saw only a flash of sword light. An instant of blinding brightness, and then their world plunged into eternal darkness. Their consciousnesses grew hazy, sinking into an endless abyss, until nothing of them remained.

Thin lines of blood appeared on the necks of the Six Divine Slaves. CRACK! CRACK! The demonic and Light God masks they wore shattered, revealing bewildered expressions beneath. Then, blood geysered from their necks, forming six crimson pillars.

Six heads flew into the air, then tumbled from the sky.

Nie Feng glanced at them indifferently before turning to face east, his sword-wielding stance unchanged.

"Nie Feng, you’re courting death!"

The shout thundered. Ahead in the Void, a crack spanning ten thousand feet suddenly tore open. Old Ancestor Light rushed out from it, radiating a violent aura, his white hair stirring though there was no wind.

He stared at the six headless corpses, his anger reaching its zenith. These six, whom he had raised from childhood and personally nurtured for tens of thousands of years, were like his own children—no, they were dearer to him than even his own blood descendants, individuals for whom he held the deepest affection.

"You must be the final pillar of the Light God’s Court. Kill you, and my mission is half complete!"

Nie Feng spoke lightly, his pupils beginning to change color: his left eye turned pure white, his right pitch black, both emanating arcane Rhymes in Dao.

The Power of the Laws of Light and Darkness enveloped the vast sky.

For hundreds of miles, the heavens flickered, influenced by this Power of Laws.

Dazzlingly bright!

Profoundly dark!

"Such absurd arrogance!"

Old Ancestor Light roared in fury. Reaching into the Void, he manifested a white battle sword from thin air. Carved upon its blade was the likeness of an angel, its cold light glinting, radiating boundless sharpness.

"Old Ancestor Light has made his move! There shouldn’t be any suspense now, right?"

"Indeed! Among Second-Stage Saint Kings, Old Ancestor Light is considered exceptionally powerful. I heard that hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Kylin Holy Land even invited Old Ancestor Light to join them!"

How enviable! Only Second-Stage Saints are qualified to join the Kylin Holy Land.

Saints of our lower stage can only watch in envy!

The Saints watching from afar continued their discussion.

"Sword of Sanction!"

Old Ancestor Light assumed a holy demeanor, his body radiating golden-white light. Spiritual Energy surged, coalescing above his head into a formidable Sword Qi. A destructive aura permeated the Void.

This stream of Sword Qi was pure white, incomparably sacred, exuding an aura of judgment capable of sanctioning any foe it encountered.

"Mere light is not enough to deal with me!"

Nie Feng sneered. With a wave of his hand, two streams of Sword Qi—one white, one black; one light, one dark—tore through the air.

One stream of Sword Qi intercepted the Sword of Sanction!

The other flew towards Old Ancestor Light!

A sword cried out! BANG! The two colliding streams of Sword Qi shattered violently.

This... Old Ancestor Light’s pupils contracted. Watching the rapidly approaching dark stream of Sword Qi, he hastily formed a defensive sword-light barrier before him.

No sooner had it formed than the dark stream of Sword Qi struck.

BANG!

Old Ancestor Light was blasted tens of thousands of feet away, his hair disheveled, cutting a pathetic figure.

"Fight!"

Nie Feng roared, his voice thick with fighting spirit.

He *must* fight! He *must* charge into the Holy City! He *must* annihilate that place which inflicted endless humiliation upon him!