116: The Ruthless Emperor's jar? Here you go!

The blood pool surged, and resentment soared to the heavens.

The horrific sight of countless infant skeletons piled high made everyone present feel a shudder and... anger from the depths of their Soul!

"Beasts!"

"Your Yaoguang Holy Land is simply insane! You didn't even spare newborn babies!"

Xiao Chen's hand holding the sword was trembling, not out of fear, but because of extreme anger.

"Is this your so-called 'Righteous Path'?!"

"How dare you even talk about 'eliminating demons and defending the Dao'?!"

The truth was revealed.

It turned out that this so-called number one Holy Land in the Central Plains was actually a... devil's den wearing a celestial skin!

And that usually gentle and elegant Yaoguang Holy Son, who seemed like a son of light, was the real... Devil Head!

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!"

Within the blood pool, the blurry figure slowly stood up.

It was the Yaoguang Holy Son, who had previously been defeated in one move by Leng Yanran at the Kaoshan Sect and had fled in disgrace.

At this moment, he no longer had his previous disguise.

His body was covered in overwhelming Devilish Qi, and his eyes, which were like stars, were filled with madness and malice.

"So what if you found out?"

He grinned hideously, his voice as hoarse as a vengeful ghost.

"The winner takes all; it has been so since ancient times!"

"As long as I can step into that supreme Realm, let alone a few tens of thousands of babies, what would it matter even if I sacrificed the entire Eastern Wasteland?!"

"It is their honor to become the nourishment on my path to success!"

Insane!

Beyond redemption!

"You deserve to die."

Li Daoxuan looked at him and slowly uttered three words.

The voice was very soft.

Yet it sounded like a death sentence.

"Kill him!"

Leng Yanran was the first to lose her patience. An Empress Dharma Image appeared behind her, and her overwhelming demonic power transformed into a giant hand that blotted out the sun, intending to completely wipe out the Yaoguang Holy Son along with that blood pool!

However.

Facing this killing blow.

Instead of showing any fear, the Yaoguang Holy Son's face revealed a... strange smile.

"Too late."

"Everything is too late."

"Li Daoxuan, I admit you are very strong."

"But, no matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than... a Great Emperor?!"

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of lifeblood!

"With my blood, I respectfully invite the awakening of the extreme dao imperial weapon!"

"Boom—!!!"

A world-shaking explosion came from the deepest part of the blood pool!

The entire Yaoguang Holy Land—no, the entire eastern part of the Central Plains—shook violently at this moment!

A supreme pressure that surpassed Saint weapons and Quasi-Emperors, truly belonging to a "Great Emperor," erupted from underground!

"Buzz—"

A massive cauldron made entirely of Dragon-Patterned Black Gold, engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, and seemingly capable of swallowing the eternal blue sky, broke through the blood pool and slowly rose into the air!

The dragon-patterned cauldron!

Legend has it that this was an extreme dao imperial weapon used in the early days by the Ruthless Great Emperor, whose talent was eternal and shook the past and present!

Although it wasn't her lifebound imperial weapon, the body of the cauldron still contained a trace of... Immortal Dao Marks left by the Ruthless Great Emperor herself!

"The imperial weapon has awakened!"

"My god! The Yaoguang Holy Land actually hid a real extreme dao imperial weapon!"

"It's over... it's really over now..."

In the distance, those experts from the Central Plains who were still watching felt this terrifying Emperors Might that was enough to make all Daos submit, and they were all scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

"Hahaha! Do you see?!"

The Yaoguang Holy Son acted like a madman, standing under that cauldron which emitted overwhelming Emperors Might, laughing incessantly.

"This is my trump card! The true foundation that the Yaoguang Holy Land has inherited for hundreds of thousands of years!"

"Li Daoxuan! Even if you are a True Immortal descended to earth, so what?!"

"Before the true power of a Great Emperor, you must... kneel!!"

"dragon-patterned cauldron! Suppress... them!!"

He roared and activated the cauldron, pressing it down ruthlessly towards Li Daoxuan and the others!

That power was too terrifying.

Just a wisp of its Aura made Xiao Chen and the others unable to breathe, and the imperial weapons in their hands were wailing!

However.

Facing this supreme power capable of crushing everything.

There was no ripple of emotion on Li Daoxuan's face.

He even had the mood to... smile?

That smile was full of disdain.

And a hint of... pity.

"Ruthless's things?"

He looked at the aggressive dragon-patterned cauldron and shook his head.

"Is this thing... something you can use?"

As he spoke.

Under everyone's astonished gazes.

Li Daoxuan slowly raised his right hand.

He didn't take out that Fire Poker that made everyone shudder.

Instead... it was a... Clay Pot Lid that looked ordinary and even a bit damaged?

That's right.

A Clay Pot Lid.

It was a "gift" the System had conveniently returned when Shi Tian obtained the "swallowing heaven demon jar" earlier.

Li Daoxuan thought it took up too much space and had left it to gather dust in a corner of the System space.

"Revered Master? Why did you take out a pot lid?" Shi Tian looked bewildered.

Li Daoxuan ignored him.

He just pointed that unremarkable Clay Pot Lid at the dragon-patterned cauldron, which was already close at hand.

Gently.

He tossed it.

"Go."

"Go find your relative."

The Clay Pot Lid spun in the air.

It didn't burst forth with any world-shaking power.

Only... "Buzz—"

A soft hum.

That dragon-patterned cauldron, which was originally murderous and overbearing, suddenly stiffened the moment it saw the Clay Pot Lid.

The dragon patterns on the cauldron actually seemed to come alive, trembling violently.

As if... a son had met his biological father?

No.

It was a fake meeting the original!

In the next second.

An extremely absurd scene occurred, making the Yaoguang Holy Son's eyes almost pop out.

That dragon-patterned cauldron actually turned around and stopped attacking Li Daoxuan.

Instead... like a puppy seeing its Revered Master, it wobbled and flew towards that... broken Clay Pot Lid!

"Clink."

A crisp sound.

The lid and the cauldron joined together perfectly.

A seamless fit.

As if they were originally... one!

"No... impossible..."

The Yaoguang Holy Son was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the dragon-patterned cauldron that had completely "defected," feeling his faith collapse at that moment.

His sect's guardian imperial weapon... was abducted... by a pot lid?!

"Give it here."

Li Daoxuan gave a gentle wave of his hand toward the cauldron that had "returned to its rightful owner."

"Whoosh!"

The dragon-patterned cauldron (which should now be called the swallowing heaven demon jar) turned into a streak of light and obediently flew into his palm, even rubbing against it affectionately.

Yaoguang Holy Son: "Pfft—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

His greatest trump card was gone.

He looked at the Youth in White Robes holding the magic jar and looking down at him like a god, and finally, endless... despair appeared in his eyes.

"Why..."

"Why would it be like this..."

There was no answer.

What answered him was a bone-chilling... sword light.

"Swish!"

Leng Yanran's figure appeared behind him like a ghost.

The demonic sword in her hand pierced through his heart without mercy.

"Because."

"You stole... my things."

She looked at the Yaoguang Holy Son's face, which was distorted by shock and unwillingness, and slowly activated the Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art.

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill scream echoed through the entire underground space.

The Demonic Technique Origin that the Yaoguang Holy Son was so proud of was frantically swallowed and refined by Leng Yanran!

After a moment.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

A Prodigy of his generation, the Yaoguang Holy Son.

Had turned into a... dried corpse.

Leng Yanran slowly withdrew her demonic sword.

She felt the unprecedented surging power within her body and looked at the white-clad back in the distance that remained as calm as a breeze.

Her heart, which had been frozen for ages, completely melted at this moment.

The Karma of her past life, the mental knot of her current life.

Under this one sword strike.

Were all... severed.

"Revered Master."

She turned around and bowed deeply to that man.

"Thank you."