Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

In a short instant, the changes from youth to old age caused everyone present to be dumbstruck. No one dared to believe that such a thing had happened, and those who guessed what had happened were sighing in relief.    

    

Although Zhou Yong's change had something to do with his severe injuries from the collision, what was more important was the backlash from the Falling Star Spell.    

    

For the sake of strength, Zhou Yong had gone all out. Almost all of his life force had been converted into strength, causing the energy in his body to become chaotic and violent due to the impact. He, who was on the verge of death, had finally flipped over.    

    

Such a scene made people feel complicated. No one dared to say whether Zhou Yong's choice was right or wrong.    

    

When the top hundred were selected, all the Heavenly Pride in the Stellar Sect died tragically. He was the only one left. He had become the shame of the sect, and for the glory of the sect, he should take a gamble.    

    

Furthermore, Zhou Yong was not willing to stop at the top one hundred. He had his own ambitions, and he also wanted to become someone above everyone else.    

    

Therefore, his plan was to take revenge on Wang Boyong's behalf in the blink of an eye. Then, he would be the one to hide the shame of the Stellar Sect. In an instant, they would become friends, and the Star Killer plan would officially take place.    

    

Indeed, this plan was to send Zhou Yong to the altar, so that he could advance from the top hundred to the top fifty. In the end, he would be able to make it to the top five, and he would be the only one who would be able to stand at the top of the Half King.    

    

However, as he walked along the river, there would always be times when his feet would get wet.    

    

Under the intense collision, the energy in Zhou Yong's body had finally suffered a backlash, and it had come in such a ferocious manner.    

    

His life force was exhausted, and the death energy had broken the balance, drowning out his life force, causing him to be an old man for the whole night.    

    

His ears were ringing with pain, and within Zhou Yong's weak body, his heart was beating wildly. It was full of wrinkles, and his face was full of age spots. He grinded his teeth and sucked blood, looking extremely ferocious, as if he was an old witch.    

    

"I want you to be buried with me, I want you to be buried with me!"    

    

The five words kept repeating in Zhou Yong's mouth. His voice was hoarse and weak, and it was like a clap of thunder in the storm. It was almost inaudible.    

    

However, at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the fighting stage. They were focused on Ao Lingchen, who had aged instantly, and the motionless Ao Lingchen. How could they not hear his resentful words?    

    

These simple words made everyone understand that he was trying to struggle before he died.    

    

As Zhou Yong spoke those crazy words, a low rumble of thunder was heard not far away from him.    

    

"Can you really do it?"    

    

On the Stellar Battle Platform, violent winds were howling, thunder and fire were mixed together, and the death energy was rolling in the storm. A figure whose body was dyed red with blood walked out and suddenly appeared in front of everyone. There was not a single part of his robe that was in good condition, and it was full of holes. This robe was tattered to a degree that was not even comparable to the beggars on the streets.    

    

Furthermore, it was him who was dressed in such a tragic manner. The aura he was emitting at this moment was shocking.    

    

The moment Ao Lingchen appeared, he instantly became the center of attention. At this moment, he was even more dazzling than the sun, moon, and stars.    

    

"Zhou Yong, your Falling Star Spell is indeed very powerful."    

    

Amidst the storm of steps, Ao Lingchen spoke slowly. His words were emotionless. Both of his eyes were cold, and from time to time, purple qi would rise from them.    

    

"No matter how strong the Falling Star Spell is, it didn't kill you in the end. It allowed you to stand still."    

    

A hoarse voice was heard. Zhou Yong stood up unsteadily. The exhaustion of his body made him sound weak when he spoke.    

    

"However, don't think that everything is over. If you don't let me have a good time, you won't be able to live either."    

    

Zhou Yong spoke with great resentment. His dry wrinkles were piled up together. His ruthless style was very strong.    

    

Death had become an irreversible scene at this moment. Zhou Yong understood this very well. What he wanted to do was to die a beautiful death, and complete the ultimate singing at the last moment of his life. He wanted to take away the main culprit who had caused him such a miserable death.    

    

"Falling stars on my body, cough cough cough."    

    

A hoarse voice spread out. As Zhou Yong spoke, he trembled and coughed weakly. He couldn't even finish a sentence.    

    

Ao Lingchen took a step forward. Lightning covered the sky and blotted out the sun. The Qi on his body instantly increased dramatically, and his battle intent soared to the sky.    

    

"You can't even speak. Don't waste your energy. ............    

    

He stared coldly at the person in front of him. The Nine-floored Tower in his hand slowly rotated. Lightning was still revolving around him, but the difference was that... At this moment, there was even a purple airflow mixed within the lightning. It was these streams of air that made the Nine-floored Tower exude an even more ancient aura.    

    

Although he said these words with disdain, he did not have the slightest bit of contempt in his heart. The more desperate a person was, the more likely it was for him to unleash an unexpected power. A counterattack from a dead person was not something he could afford to be careless about.    

    

"Black hole, bury the enemy!"    

    

Zhou Yong's throat trembled as if he couldn't hear the contemptuous words in his ears. A hoarse voice spread, and the aura of death on his body rolled and surged. In an instant, a dark cloud was formed, and among the dark clouds, dark weapons appeared. Different from the past, their charging sounds were extremely sorrowful.    

    

Sad soldiers!    

    

The death of the ghost soldiers represented Zhou Yong's mood. Grief meant victory.    

    

The last strike was also the ultimate strike of life, the only method Zhou Yong could use to save himself.    

    

"Kill!"    

    

A shout of killing was heard. The surrounding death Qi rolled and surged. Zhou Yong's body turned into a huge whirlpool, absorbing the surrounding death Qi. At this moment, the Qi on his body was several times stronger, as if he had returned to his peak state.    

    

The last rays of light! Everyone could see Zhou Yong's condition.    

    

"In front of the lightning, all sins will be washed away. You, who represents death, should go see your death god."    

    

Before his voice faded, the little pagoda moved. It contained violent lightning, and it was filled with an ancient aura. It was like the hammer of a lightning god. It carried a suffocating power that instantly shattered the Yin Weapon and smashed into the wall formed by the death Qi.    

    

"No!"    

    

In a split second, a panicked and uneasy voice resounded from the battle platform and echoed in the storm.    

    

In the next moment, the deafening thunder rumbled incessantly. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and thunder snakes filled the sky.    

    

"Let's go!"    

    

Within the thunder and fire, a cold and ruthless voice that sounded like a god of the Nine Heavens sounded out.    

    

Before the voice had even faded, thunder and fire flickered together. Dense lightning circled around the ancient pagoda that was filled with an ancient aura, causing a wave of wanton ripples in the air to descend with a loud bang.    

    

The Tower of Thunderclap that instantly tore through the sky was like a flying star in the sky, forcefully tearing apart the obstruction of the Death Qi Curtain.    

    

Rumble!    

    

A storm that caused one's heart to palpitate exploded in that instant.    

    

"Rumble!"    

    

The entire platform buzzed and trembled.    

    

Not only that, the instant the Thunder Tower arrived in the sky, an enormous pressure accompanied by violent lightning shot out. In an instant, it turned into a sea of lightning that covered the entire fighting stage, and the dense clouds of death energy.    

    

The Nine-floored Tower was filled with an ancient aura, and the pressure it emitted was like that of an ancient divine mountain. Wherever it passed by, it seemed as if the sky would collapse, causing people's hearts to tremble.    

    

"Ah! No!"    

    

A miserable scream was heard, and the violent and overbearing lightning crashed into Zhou Yong, who looked like an old man.    

    

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and it was fixed at this second. Under everyone's gaze, the wall of death surrounding Zhou Yong was torn apart by the heavenly blade formed by the lightning. The remaining robe on his body was instantly shattered, and at the same time, his robe was shattered. His skin was quickly torn apart, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. In just a short moment... In the blink of an eye, his body completely shattered into powder.    

    

At this moment, the person with the highest cultivation base, the first Half King amongst the young generation of Desolate Domain, had died on the fighting stage. Not even his corpse was left behind.    

    

"He won."    

    

A gentle breeze blew. Outside the fighting stage, the worry on Xia Jingxue's face slowly disappeared, and she revealed a smile that was filled with tears and laughter.    

    

This battle made people suffocate. At this moment, there was finally a result. Some people were happy and some were sad, but everything was over and she was dead.