"When we arrived at the Donghuang Realm, we were immediately brought to the Kunlun Sea by Lady Xu who had been waiting for a long time. Coincidentally, Brother Ziyin was calling for reinforcements and because Senior Tian Yong sensed that our Dao presence was complete, he brought us to the Sword World."
Zhan Wu then recounted everything that happened after Qin Hao left the Sword World. Tian Yong God moved the sea and reclaimed the land, set up a stone tablet to demarcate the boundaries. This matter was spread across the Yuan Huang Heavens and became a taboo to the worlds.
The upper extremity was so strong but before Tian Yong's godly aura, it was as weak as a toddler. How would the gods dare to disrespect it?
Especially the stronger the celestial cultivation base, the greater the fear. For example, the Deity King factions.
Zhan Wu couldn't figure it out. Tian Yong's Primordial Chaos Dao Might wasn't weak, but he was at most a Quasi Deity King. There was still a distance between him and a True Deity King. In the eyes of an innate Deity King, he should be even more unworthy.
Yet, the reality was the exact opposite. The Deity Kings placed great importance on Tian Yong and that feeling was not only because of Tian Yong's strength but also because there were secrets hidden behind it. As long as an innate Deity King touched Tian Yong, a calamity would be triggered.
The Tian Zhao Army retreated and from then on, no one dared to attack the Sword World anymore.
Zhan Wu also returned to the War God Race's ancestral ground and met with the race's supreme grand ancestor, the War God King. At the moment he declared his decision, the War God King sent a Deity King's army back to the Sword World and commanded by Zhan Meng.
Zhan Meng was not an ordinary divine general. His brother, Zhan Jiutian, was an innate lifeform that descended into the world at the same time as the Deity Kings. He awakened his psyche from the chaos but the Primordial Chaos Dao that nurtured him was much weaker than before.
However, Zhan Jiutian was the strongest god under the War God King.
The War God Race sent Zhan Jiutian's brother here and from this, one could see how much importance they placed on Zhan Wu.
Innate Deity Kings' races were already very few in number. The War God Race, Tian Zhao Race, Yun Zhe Jade Race and the others were all the same.
Unless the Divine King created a spirit and nurtured a Divine Prince, there would be no such thing as a branch or a direct line of descent. All of them would belong to the direct line of descent of the Divine King, and there would be no distinction of seniority.
When Zhan Wu had an immortal grade heavenly wheel and was banished from the Immemorial Realm by the Tian Zhao Clan, the War God Monarch had specially given him a treasure armor.
Today, Zhan Wu had returned with a perfect Great Dao and a perfect Heavenly Wheel. This attracted even more attention from the God of War.
"Our Ancestor God Brigade is here, and with Senior Tian Yong's divine might, no one in the myriad of worlds can bully the Sword World, and no one dares to bully the Sword World."
Zhan Wu's temperament was naturally filled with a sense of bravery and ruthlessness. His words always gave people close to him a sense of strength, making them feel very safe.
All these years, the Sword Realm had long regarded Zhan Wu as an indispensable part of sword cultivation. Under his guidance, the Sword Realm had become increasingly powerful. Currently, the surrounding Divine Realms had begun to implement Divine Realms Teleportation, gradually moving further and further away from the Desolate Land. They had the intention to leave the area radiated by the Sword Realm's radiance.
Qin Hao nodded. He had heard about this before coming here, and he had experienced it firsthand in the Mirage. The Sword World was no longer the Sword World that was struggling under the attacks of the Tian Zhao Army.
Just like the Donghuang Realm that was destroyed by Zhan Wu, if the other Divine Realms dared to have thoughts of invading the Sword World, they would be the next Divine Realm to disappear.
"You all continue chatting, I'll go out for a walk."
Shura stood up from the seat beside Qin Hao, raised his head and walked away with his hands behind his back. Along the way, the Sword Gods and Heavenly Dao Overseers stepped back and made way for him.
Shura's aura was too strong!
"I'll go out for a walk too."
Just as Shura was about to leave, Zhan Meng also stood up and followed Shura out with a solemn face.
He felt that the black-clothed god that Qin Hao had brought with him was a threat, full of killing intent and the aura of death. He had to go out and keep an eye on him. Any random move from Shura could cause irreversible destruction to Jianyi City. Zhan Meng would not be at ease if he did not keep an eye on him.
"That is …" Lu Shen turned his head slightly and looked at Shura's disappearing figure. There were not many experts in the Untainted Land who could suppress Zhan Meng with Divine Will Power. Even if there were, it would only be a Divine King faction.
Therefore, Lu Shen could see that Shura's background was probably very high, so high that it was far beyond his imagination.
"The Lord of the Divine World of Massacre, the Divine Prince of the Ancient Underworld, God Shura."
Qin Hao introduced.
As soon as these words were spoken, the vast main hall fell into a deathly silence.
Looking around, the thousands of high-level Sword Gods all had the same expression on their faces. Their mouths were agape, their eyes were wide open, sweat glistening on their foreheads, and their eyes were filled with fear.
In the eyes of the Sword Gods of the Sword World, perhaps the title of a Divine Lord of the World of Massacre was nothing. After all, the Sword World had seen too many Divine Lords over the years. When Jun Mo led the army here, he had brought eight Divine Lords with him.
Among the many Divine King factions that had watched the battle back then, the weakest was a Divine Lord. Most of them had stepped into the ranks of the top Great Gods.
But the second half of Qin Hao's words shocked and terrified the Sword Gods of the Sword World. Shura was not only a Divine Lord of a world, but also the Divine Prince of the Underworld, the son of the Nether King.
The Heavenly Edict Army had retreated, but the shadow that Jun Mo had cast over the hearts of these Sword Cultivators. He was a Divine Prince with immense power.
They never would have thought that when Qin Hao returned from outside, he would actually abduct the son of a divine king.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
In the deathly silent hall, the Sword Gods all felt the same heartbeat coming from their chests. It grew faster and louder until it was a mess. It sounded like countless war drums were beating wildly. It made the Sword King Hall, which had been devoid of war, feel as if an intense battle had broken out.
Everyone was shocked, especially Dragon Master and Long Ao.
Once, Long Ao was also the noble son of the Divine Dragon King. He had enjoyed the same status as Jun Mo.
Because of this, Long Ao was even more terrified than the others.
The Sword World's foundation was not small, but it could not compare to a Divine King faction. Therefore, the Sword Cultivators did not know how terrifying Divine Prince Shura was. They only thought that he was the son of a Divine King.
But Long Ao was different. He knew more about the Primordial World.
For example, the war between the Divine Kings of the Ancient Underworld and the Light Domain.
Asura was the only existence in the world that dared to fight against a Godking. Furthermore, he was able to survive the battle.
He did not cross the limit of a Divine Lord. He attacked a Divine King with his Divine Lord cultivation base and survived.
This was simply a shocking matter. It was not an exaggeration to call it a legend!
At this moment, Long Ao saw the legendary figure who competed with a Divine King … Shura!
"It really is him."
Long Ao's two huge dragon palms kept rubbing his chest to calm the trembling Dragon Origin Heart. Long Ao's actions were unsightly and even wretched, but no one dared to criticize him. After all, everyone's performance was not much better.
"Brother Long, what do you mean? What kind of person is he?"
God Lu was already suffocated by the words "Prince of God", but he did not fully understand what "he" meant by Long Ao's words.
Long Ao closed his dragon eyes and shook his head silently. He did not dare to mention it again.
Shura was a legend. This was true. At the same time, he was also a nightmare and a curse.
The Ancient Nether Realm was destroyed in the light. The Nether King's youngest daughter died in that unparalleled battle. Any hint of exposure from the outside world would hurt Shura. It was like knowing that he was covered in cuts and bruises, but still wanting to peel open his flesh layer by layer to see how deep the wounds were.
How could Long Ao dare to say another word?
He was afraid!
Shura was an existence that even the Divine King did not respect. Even if the Dragon God King stood beside Long Ao, he did not feel safe.
At the very least, the second Long Ao said, "It's really him", his soul was sucked in by an invisible force that chilled him to the bone. Long Ao instantly felt that the hall in front of him had become the Asura Hell of the Underworld.