Every Saint King is a force at the level of a Celestial King Martial God.
Their existence is precisely the foundation of the Edifis Religious State and the Blood-Colored Sanctuary. If the Emperor Realm does not appear, and their Thirteen Holy Kings were to awaken together, it would be enough to sweep across the Blue Star, purging nations.
Standing before Ye Qingzhou at this very mont is the Seventh Saint King of the Blood Race — Salmas, the Curse of the Throat.
Most unsettling is his helt; the faceplate is completely transparent, with three floating eyeballs inside, reflecting patterns of Life, Knowledge, and Good and Evil respectively.
"Blood God’s watchdog?"
Ye Qingzhou’s Infinite Sword took on a frosty hue, "This false garden ought to fall."
Salmas laughed heartily. Although his lips had long been sewn shut with thread, the shriek of his spirit still caused ripples in the space.
He removed his helt, revealing his true face.
It was not a human face, but rather a humanoid visage made of bark, with seven black lines stitching where a mouth should be into a twisted cross.
"False garden?"
The voice of the Saint King resonated directly from the ribcage: "This is the Eden bestowed by God!"
He folded his hands together as if cradling water, and dark golden liquid seeped through his fingers.
As the liquid touched the ground, the entire interior of the pyramid began to collapse.
The walls turned to quicksand, and the stairs rged into a mist of light, replaced by a silent garden. The grass was like eralds, yet there was no sound of insects; the stream was clear, yet without a shadow of fish; three towering trees stood at the center with vascular-like patterns appearing on the trunks.
"The Tree of Life devours flesh, the Tree of Knowledge consus wisdom, the Tree of Good and Evil twists souls."
Salmas, the Curse of the Throat, spread his arms wide, an expression of frenzy: "The Blood God’s masterpiece, how perfect!"
Ye Qingzhou suddenly weakened at the knees, nearly falling to the ground, feeling countless tiny roots piercing through the soles of his feet, greedily sucking away his life force.
Even more terrifying was the sudden influx of foreign mory fragnts into his mind — the knowledge of countless sages devoured by the Tree of Knowledge now trying to overwrite his original mories.
"Extre Sword."
Two cold words were uttered, and the Infinite Sword traced a perfect arc.
The Sword Qi swept across like a crescent moon, severing all the invisible roots.
Ye Qingzhou used the montum to leap into the air, directing the sword’s edge towards the trunk of the Tree of Life.
But Salmas simply snapped his fingers, causing a branch to suddenly expand and strike Ye Qingzhou’s chest, with great force carrying the weight and vastness of history’s river.
Bam~
Ye Qingzhou shattered three floating boulders to halt his retreat, glancing down to discover tiny sprouts growing from the wound on his chest.
The leaves of the Tree of Knowledge rustled, analyzing his sword path; the roots of the Tree of Good and Evil squird underground, attempting to taint his Sword Heart.
"It’s useless."
Salmas caressed his face of bark, his tone ominous: "Here, I am the rule."
Heaven’s Will issued a sudden and violent tremor, and Ye Qingzhou sensed a giant object awakening a thousand ters below — not a creature, but a blood-red cocoon condensed from pure evil thoughts; all the nutrients from the three Divine Trees converged upon it.
"I see."
Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Technique suddenly shifted: "You’re nurturing a monster capable of gnawing at the order of Ti."
In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingzhou understood the opponent’s sche — they actually intended to cultivate a Ti Worm to gnaw away at Blue Star’s historical past.
If a civilization loses its past, it loses much of its depth, leading to fragntation or even atomization in thought and culture, ultimately collapsing.
This is uprooting the Blue Star Civilization!
Salmas’s three eyeballs simultaneously contracted, the Tree of Life suddenly went rampant, countless branches stabbed like spears; the Tree of Knowledge projected images of all Ye Qingzhou’s past battles; the Tree of Good and Evil released a viscous gray mist, filled with distorted human faces.
Evidently, the Seventh Saint King spared no Divine Tree power to suppress Ye Qingzhou.
"Eternal."
Ye Qingzhou’s figure suddenly blurred.
The stabbing branches pierced only an afterimage; the true form appeared behind the Saint King.
The Infinite Sword imdiately thrust towards Salmas’s back, only to be predicted by the Tree of Knowledge upon touching the Golden Armor — Salmas’s body flowed like liquid, the sword edge only sliced a shadow.
"Instantaneous Eternal."
Ti froze for one-tenth of a second, and in this nearly stationary gap, Ye Qingzhou’s sword light pierced Salmas’s chest. But the Tree of Life’s sap imdiately surged into the wound, healing it instantly.
"I told you..."
Salmas’s voice carried pity, yet his eyes glimred with coldness: "This is my domain."
The gray mist of the Tree of Good and Evil suddenly solidified into seven figures identical to Ye Qingzhou.
They attacked with swords, each carrying the mories and emotions of the original. The most terrifying was one "Ye Qingzhou" suddenly spoke: "Your sword is not invincible, so it will ultimately fail."
Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Heart trembled at the words, then realized it was the opponent’s True Words Law, possessing similar effects to Words Accompanied by Law, directly locking in the probability of his failure.
Even if it’s only one in ten thousand, it ensures failure.
In an instant, Ye Qingzhou’s usually flawless Sword Techniques began to show an unexpected flaw, and the Seventh Saint King Salmas seized the opportunity, his fingertip already pointed at Ye Qingzhou’s brow, promptly invoking a new True Words Law: "Decay."
Blood-red Golden Talisman Secret Text imdiately manifested, releasing an odd ripple capable of corroding and decaying flesh.
Ye Qingzhou’s left eye was instantly clouded, he rapidly retreated, but the Tree of Knowledge had already captured this new data, making the next attack more precise.
Worse still, the embryo’s pulsating accelerated underground, causing the entire Eden to vibrate with rhythm, like the heartbeat of a giant beast.
"Myriad Transformation."
Ye Qingzhou suddenly abandoned defense for attack.
The Infinite Sword flew out of his hand, then split into thousands in the air, as Dragon Abyss, Xuanyuan, Fla Emperor, Celestial Punishnt, and Flying Frost — the Five Great Divine Weapons — each evolved Innate Qi. Within the intertwining sword light, the Sword Realm descended mightily, suppressing all.
At this mont, fallen leaves transford into erald small swords, curses expelled by Salmas condensed into black blades, even the embryo’s pulsations were harnessed as shock waves, morphing into Invisible Sword Qi.
The entire Eden fell into a storm of swords, all things in heaven and earth were used by Ye Qingzhou, becoming part of the Sword Realm.
"Trivial technique."
Salmas snickered coldly, casually waving his hand to make the Tree of Good and Evil blossom a peculiar flower full of Profound Mysterious Power.
Blood-red petals rose like a shield, forming absolute defense, completely enveloping Salmas’s form.
Yet one petal suddenly fell on its own, then morphed into a blood-colored small sword sharply piercing Salmas’s throat — Ye Qingzhou had long hidden a strand of Sword Qi within the gray mist avatar, explosively triggered at this mont.
"Cough~"
The Saint King clutched his throat spraying tree sap.
The Tree of Life wildly swung branches attempting to heal, but the residual Primordial Sword Qi in the wound refused restoration.
Taking advantage of this chance, Ye Qingzhou unites with his sword, launching straight at the Tree of Knowledge’s trunk.
"Stop him!"
Salmas shouted in rage.
All three Divine Trees suddenly went berserk, space began to distort.
But Ye Qingzhou’s sword suddenly grew illusory — not a physical sword, but the very concept of ’sword’ itself.
"Sword Tribulation, Heart Execution."
As the sword edge touched the trunk, all the leaves of the Tree of Knowledge simultaneously displayed the sa question: Does this sword have limits?
If answered yes, then the Sword Technique will be exhausted; if answered no, then eternally fall into the Sword Abyss.
The Divine Tree delved into a logic deadlock, the parsing system overloaded, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the trunk.
The Saint King finally panicked, frantically tearing open the Golden Armor on his chest, revealing the blood-red crystal embedded in the barked torso. The crystal sealed a piece of finger bone — the Holy Relic granted by the Blood God.
"With the Holy Relic as a sacrifice, beseeching my Lord to deliver Divine Retribution!"
The finger bone suddenly opened an eye, the sky cracked, and a giant hand ford of blood clouds pressed down. Ye Qingzhou’s bones emitted a groaning of overburdened strain, yet he instead sheathed his sword, standing with closed eyes.
"Return to Nothingness."
The giant hand disintegrated at the instant of touching the hair, while Ye Qingzhou’s figure beca transparent, as if being erased from the world.
The Saint King was horrified to discover that his connection with the three Divine Trees was being negated by so higher order force.
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