The river of space-time beneath his feet exploded with a rumble, and his entire being was pushed back by the colossal force, plowing two bottomless chasms through the space-time fragments.
Chu Zheng gave him no time to breathe, raising the Communicating Heaven Dharma Aspect, suppressing both ancient and now. The blood light of the Emperor Palace rekindled, the Great Divine Power Star Shifting and Dipper Turning operating simultaneously, incorporating the colossal force of Fu Pinglan's previous strike, and boldly smashed down!
The barrier formed by the Tao Tribulation Stick shattered instantly, as if Fu Pinglan was struck by a heavy hammer, his chest tightened violently, and he could no longer suppress the searing dark gold Ancestor Blood, which spurted out abruptly.
His retreating speed suddenly accelerated, the arms holding the stick trembled violently, almost unable to hold onto the Tao Tribulation Stick, heavy as a star domain.
Even someone as strong as Fu Pinglan was at a clear disadvantage at this moment, his blood and energy surging, his ancestral body wounded.
In an instant, the river of space-time was stirred again, more than a dozen Ancient Ancestors emerged from the void, completely encircling Fu Pinglan.
At the moment the Cangyun Realm shattered, the Erosion Sun Rain had already sent a message, and numerous Ancient Ancestors of the Universe had just arrived at the Vast Universe Great Realm and were already summoned back.
Fu Pinglan glanced around, a slight tug at the corner of his mouth, taking a deep breath, a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes, preparing to fully activate the Tao Tribulation Stick, burning his blood and energy to counterattack, when his body suddenly trembled violently.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit began to struggle fiercely, attempting to leave the body.
There was no surprise in Fu Pinglan's expression, a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, his skin cracked, revealing blood patterns intertwined and solidified, forming a net, transforming his flesh into a cage to lock the boiling Heavenly Fate.
Fu Pinglan suddenly halted his movements, but Chu Zheng showed no hesitation, his eyes filled with raging killing intent, raising his sword horizontally.
At this moment, Fu Pinglan's expression eerily returned to an almost deathly calm.
He no longer looked at the blade light headed towards his neck, raising his left hand.
His fingertips abruptly reddened, Divine Soul Treasure Blood containing the origin of his Ancestor Soul gushing forth.
Fu Pinglan's eyes were cold, his fingers like knives, with an almost self-destructive ruthlessness, swiftly passing over his chest, the center of his brow, and even across all his limbs and bones.
Ancient blood marks followed his fingertips, branded onto his body shimmering with a dark golden glow.
Each blood mark fell with a soft hissing sound, as if a hot iron was scorching his flesh.
The blood marks deeply embedded themselves into his flesh and bones, gradually transforming into a shackle, locking in the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit which struggled violently inside, desperate to break out.
Fu Pinglan grunted, his face instantly pale as paper, his breath visibly wilting, yet his gaze remained unshaken. Visit * (*) for more.
At the moment the blood marks were completed, the tumultuous waves of Heavenly Destiny True Spirit within him were forcibly subdued like a wild beast throttled at the neck, firmly locked in the depths of his body by those dark red blood marks.
Having done all this, Fu Pinglan slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the bloody blade light, landing on Chu Zheng, filled with killing intent.
The corner of his mouth lifted into an extremely complex arc, his eyes full of irony.
In the next moment, Fu Pinglan did something incomprehensible to all the surrounding Ancient Ancestors, including Chu Zheng.
The Ancestor Weapon of the Martial Path that suppressed fortune, the Tao Tribulation Stick, lost control, its divine light dimmed instantly, falling into the depths of the river of space-time, and was soon engulfed by the surging fragments of time.
Immediately following, Fu Pinglan, the mad dog in Chu Zheng's eyes, slightly raised his head, facing the blade light slashing towards his neck with composure.
"The last step I'll help you with..."
Fu Pinglan's voice turned exceedingly hoarse, exuding the exhaustion of a dying flame. His gaze penetrated the icy blade light, branding itself on Chu Zheng's face:
"Our enmity in this life is settled."
At the moment his words fell—
The Emperor Palace in Chu Zheng's hand met no resistance, effortlessly passing through Fu Pinglan's neck, the killing aura wrapped around the Emperor Palace instantly shattered his head into a bloody rain.
At the moment the blade entered the body, time-space seemed to freeze.
The burning killing intent in Chu Zheng's eyes suddenly froze, his gaze turning instantly bewildered.
Was Fu Pinglan... seeking death?
Countless questions surged through Chu Zheng's mind, like a chaotic storm at the birth of the universe.
In the moment he plunged into bewilderment, a majestic Heavenly Fate surged into his body violently.
Moreover, an enormously vast Heavenly Fate, originally belonging to two tenths of the Martial Path's Heavenly Destiny Origin, entered Chu Zheng's body the moment Fu Pinglan perished!