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Chapter 863 - 390: Seventh Saint King, Guardian Dog of the Gate

Where the swordlight reached, the collapse of Canaan Sacred City at the level of laws was more terrifying than physical destruction.

In the West District, the solidified molten steel suddenly grew roses, with Alcade’s memory fragments bursting from the stamens—he had witnessed the Blood God massacre as a child.

All of Morgana’s spells were rewritten in reverse, and the backlash caused ancestral repentant last words to appear across her body.

The mechanical body of the Iron Corpse bloomed with a pure white lotus, with celestial hymns echoing between the gears.

Night Owl’s Eternal Night was filled with swordlight, and all shadows began to bleed tears.

The Ghost Prison summoned by Dead Bone transformed into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, as the souls smiled and feathered away.

Ye Qingzhou hovered in the clouds, the Divine Sword Wuji in his hand, reflecting the horrified faces of the five Martial Saints.

"Martial Saint Heart Image..."

His voice echoed with the Heavenly Dao: "This sword of mine..."

When the sword fell, there was no sound, no light or shadow, only the purest "negation," as if it was a void devouring everything, causing everything it touched to collapse.

The five heart images vanished like bubbles, and the five of them knelt and coughed blood simultaneously, their Martial Dao wills permanently scarred by this sword.

And the Golden Dragon, watching from the sidelines, suddenly realized he couldn’t recall what he had just seen—it was a sword dao beyond comprehension.

With the fall of the five Martial Saints, the entire Canaan Sacred City was unrecognizable.

The once towering city walls had mostly collapsed, the magnificent Holy Hall reduced to a pile of rubble, and the streets were marked by bottomless sword scars and massive craters.

The air was thick with dust and the scent of blood, with occasional flames still burning in the ruins.

The bustling streets were eerily empty, the silence almost unnerving.

The Golden Dragon cowered behind a decaying wall, trembling. He had witnessed this earth-shattering battle firsthand; the power Ye Qingzhou displayed was far beyond his imagination.

Five Martial Saints, each possessing the Blood God Power, were all slain in such a short time.

"It’s too terrifying..."

The Golden Dragon murmured to himself, cold sweat soaking his back. He cautiously poked his head out to see if Ye Qingzhou had left.

It was then that he realized an eerie fact—the entire city was too quiet.

Aside from the sounds of destruction caused by the battle, there were no cries or pleas for help.

Canaan Sacred City was a metropolis with millions of residents. Even if most fled when the battle started, there should have been those who couldn’t escape in time.

The Golden Dragon mustered the courage to crawl out from his hiding place and looked around.

Aside from the ruins, the streets were empty.

No bodies, no wounded, not even a single rat could be seen.

This was far from normal, even if the aftermath of Ye Qingzhou’s battle with the five Martial Saints had killed everyone, there should be bodies left behind.

"Where have all the people gone?"

The Golden Dragon felt a chill creeping up his spine.

He recalled details from before the battle—the city seemed quieter than usual, and the flow of people on the streets was less than normal. At the time, he thought people sensed the impending battle and evacuated early, but now it seemed the evacuation was too thorough.

In the distance, Ye Qingzhou stood atop a pile of rubble, seemingly observing the empty city. His white robe gently fluttered in the wind, his sword already sheathed, but the killing intent lingering around him hadn’t completely dissipated.

The Golden Dragon hesitated about approaching to inquire but eventually withdrew. His instincts told him that the sudden transformation of the city into a ghost town concealed a greater secret, likely related to the Blood God.

"I need to find a place to hide..."

The Golden Dragon decided to prioritize his own survival. He glanced at Ye Qingzhou standing in the ruins, then turned to find a secluded, uninhabited corner in the shadows of the debris, holding his breath, even his breathing cautious.

Ye Qingzhou seemed to sense something, raising his head to the blood-colored sky, murmuring, "I’ve come knocking, and yet you avoid me—is this the hospitality of the Blood Race?"

With his words, a gust of wind picked up, swirling the dust on the ground. The entire Canaan Sacred City was like a massive tomb, silent and eerie, only the wind sobbing between the ruins, as if telling an unknown secret.

"If you dislike it, you can leave." A raspy voice like worms clawing at the heart, raising goosebumps.

And Ye Qingzhou followed the direction of the divine thought transmission, soon finding a hidden entrance: "Caught you, little mouse hiding in the gutter."

Whoosh~

With a flash, Ye Qingzhou vanished from sight, not forgetting to transmit a message to the Golden Dragon, holding his breath in the shadows: "If you don’t want to die, stay in Canaan City..."

The Golden Dragon gritted his teeth, ultimately giving up on the idea of running away alone.

Moments later, Ye Qingzhou, through a hidden path, entered an underground, mysterious space.

Here was an inverted pyramid, its internal space defying all logic.

Ye Qingzhou’s white boots stepped on the upwards-extending staircase, with a bottomless abyss above him. The air was filled with the mixed scent of rust and decaying fruit, each breath like swallowing a mouthful of time accumulated over millennia.

"You’ve finally arrived."

Voices came from all directions, forming a bizarre harmony in the distorted space.

Ye Qingzhou aimed his sword point at the slowly manifesting silhouette in the void—the Seventh Saint King clad in golden battle armor, the armor’s surface flowing with liquid blood-red runes, exuding the powerful life fluctuations of an Eleventh Realm Celestial King Martial God.

Primordial Divine Blood Saint Descendant, Blood Race Thirteen Holy Kings!