He Li, having just glimpsed the threshold of the River of Time, as a descendant of the Yan tribe from the Barbaric Ancient Era, initially mastered the laws of time, thereby liberating the Barbaric Ancient True Gods slumbering within the River of Time.
They did not revive, nor were they reborn, but rather awakened from their slumber, emerged from the confinement of the River of Time, and descended upon this New God Era.
Observing Xia Kuduo, the leader of all gods clad in black and red battle armor, approaching step by step, his eyes were filled with sorrow and boundless grief as he spoke, "They call themselves New Gods, slaughtering my homeland and its people, igniting an era of war, bringing blood and fire. Though they could not kill us, they slumbered within the River of Time, which is no different from their true spirits being exiled to a desolate land.
The Spirit Controlling God Clan, also a divine bloodline of our Barbaric Ancient Era, why do they oppose us?"
In the last sentence, he questioned Xia Kuduo. The Spirit Controlling God Clan was originally a remnant of the Barbaric Ancient Era. Now that the True Gods of the Barbaric Ancient Era had emerged from the River of Time, it was unexpected that the first one to stop them would be Xia Kuduo.
Xia Kuduo showed no expression, his steps unwavering, always calm. After a long silence, he looked at the hundred Barbaric Ancient True Gods and said,
"An era can only have one voice. Your appearance is a threat to him, therefore, you cannot appear."
As Xia Kuduo's words fell, he spoke no more. At this moment, he stood within a hundred zhang of the hundred Barbaric Ancient True Gods, raising his hands to catch the twin blades.
No one knew Xia Kuduo's thoughts. Even the patriarch of the Spirit Controlling God Clan could not fathom him. Xia Kuduo's cultivation had long since reached the heavens and antiquity. With the continuous improvement of his realm, his vision became increasingly far-reaching.
From a different height, the scenery viewed was also different.
Just as the Barbaric Ancient True Gods did not understand why Xia Kuduo would draw his blades against his own kin,
The "he" mentioned by Xia Kuduo also carried a profound meaning.
Xia Kuduo tightened his twin blades, his eyes gazing towards the void on his right, as if meeting someone in the dark void, or as if saying something. After a slight nod, having reached an agreement.
Xia Kuduo raised a pair of curved blades, and his immense divine power poured out, shaking the cosmic expanse of this realm. With a blend of sorrow and a hint of determination, he took a step forward, charging alone towards the hundred Barbaric Ancient True Gods.
From afar, not only the armies of the Divine and Desolate tribes, but also the five Demon Kings, including He Li, watched this immensely shocking scene in a daze. They gazed at Xia Kuduo's fighting figure, yet they did not understand why Xia Kuduo was fighting those Barbaric Ancient True Gods.
Yes, they did not understand, nor did they know.
He Li also did not understand, nor did he grasp what Xia Kuduo was trying to do. He appeared suddenly and then suddenly attacked the Barbaric Ancient True Gods; everything was so abrupt that He Li could not react.
However, Xia Kuduo had indeed done so.
He had his reasons, his own thoughts, which he did not need to share with others, nor speak of to outsiders.
Fighting a hundred Barbaric Ancient True Gods alone was a collision of divine power from two eras, filled with blood and light. Xia Kuduo's might was overwhelming, his presence shook the universe, and his bravery was unmatched. His twin blades cleaved open the thin white line that was the River of Time, temporarily severing the retreat path of the Barbaric Ancient True Gods.
He wanted to kill, to slaughter all these Barbaric Ancient True Gods who refused to die.
At this moment, whether it was the Divine tribe or the Desolate tribe, all gods above the Cosmic Realm were looking in the same direction. He was the focal point of the entire universe.
Rumble!
On the sky battlefield, thirty-seven battle flags of various colors appeared, emitting divine light that illuminated the entire battlefield. It was as if the fierce divine power from the Barbaric Ancient Era, carrying burning flames, swept across the battlefield. The flames continuously shattered space, pressing down on Xia Kuduo inch by inch.
Xia Kuduo crossed his twin blades, holding them towards the sky. A divine statue, tens of thousands of zhang tall, manifested, also holding a pair of curved blades. They crossed in the sky, and then, with immense force, he slashed them to both sides, fiercely cleaving open the descending flames, destroying the thirty-seven battle flags along with them.
The thirty-seven Barbaric Ancient True Gods who had unleashed the battle flags suffered injuries from just one of Xia Kuduo's strikes.
Xia Kuduo fought with all his might. Even in the battle where he slew Xi Ming, he had not used his full strength, nor had he even manifested his divine statue true form. Yet now, he not only fought with all his might but also revealed his true form as a divine statue tens of thousands of zhang tall.
In the battlefield centered around him, divine power ripples with special patterns emanated, like intersecting warp and weft lines,贯穿 the entire battlefield, with him at the very center.
This scene stunned the Divine Kings in the Divine King's Palace and the Desolate Kings in the Desolate King's Palace.
Xia Kuduo's divine power cultivation had already broken through the shackles and fetters of heaven and earth, shattering the balance that had existed between the two kings for billions of years. He had comprehended heaven, earth, and the universe, ascending to the Divine King realm.
Xia Kuduo was unconcerned with this. He only wanted to kill all these old fellows who had emerged from the River of Time. They belonged to the previous era; they should not have awakened, should not have emerged from the River of Time, and should not have descended upon this era.
Whether it was the Spirit Controlling God Clan or He Li's original Yan tribe, since they belonged to this era, they had nothing to do with the Barbaric Ancient Era. The descent of these Barbaric Ancient True Gods would only implicate them.
An era does not need two kings, let alone three.
With the new king's arrival, the old king must make way.
Amidst the brilliant divine light, the figures of Barbaric Ancient True Gods gradually blurred and then dissipated, vanishing.
The sky collapsed, the starry sky shattered, and the River of Time was also severed. Xia Kuduo was still fighting the Barbaric Ancient True Gods.
He Li watched the battlefield unfolding before his eyes. Blood continuously rained down, and violent divine power impacted all directions. At this moment, looking at Xia Kuduo's heroic figure, he understood that some individuals were truly heaven-sent prodigies, born with innate knowledge, destined to fight across the heavens and earth.
Xia Kuduo was such a person, content with simplicity, enjoying a peaceful life, yet shouldering a mission. He was like a meteor, brief yet exceptionally brilliant.
He Li recalled what Xia Kuduo had once told him,
"I will stand in front of you. Those Barbaric Ancient True Gods are nothing more than fodder for a single strike."
He had fulfilled his promise.
But,
He had also broken his word.
He had not waited for He Li, nor ascended to Divine King with him, but instead broke through and fought alone. He Li could not even get close, unable to approach the battlefield.
Amidst the tragic blood and divine light, Xia Kuduo annihilated the last Barbaric Ancient True God. The white line then healed, disappearing into the horizon. The River of Time seemed to be fleeing, afraid that Xia Kuduo would sever it again.
Xia Kuduo, covered in blood and bearing wounds everywhere, did not pause. He tightly gripped his twin blades. After standing for a moment in the shattered battlefield,
He turned his body, facing the direction of the Divine Realm, and threw his right curved blade into the void. He then looked towards the other side, facing the Desolate King's Palace, and threw his left curved blade.
Almost simultaneously,
From the Divine King's Palace and the Desolate King's Palace, a crescent moon curved blade shot through the air, shattering a corner of both palaces and landing directly before the Divine King and the Desolate King. With a clang, it plunged into the ground before them.
The Divine King and the Desolate King remained silent, both looking at the curved blade that still emanated Xia Kuduo's Divine King power.
After completing all this, Xia Kuduo smiled slightly at He Li, raising his eyebrows playfully, perhaps triumphantly. His unspoken words to He Li were all contained within that glance.
Perhaps, for men, communication requires no words; a smile, a glance is enough.
Xia Kuduo turned around again and flew towards the direction he had been looking at before the great battle.
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