Chapter 2067: Slaying the Pseudo-Gods

"Let's go!"

After dealing with the five temple warriors blocking their path, the group continued forward.

The two who had rushed ahead earlier had vanished without a trace. The long, slender Heavenly Bridge stretched across the night sky, its end nowhere in sight.

Walking along the bridge, they soon arrived at a raised area.

It was a circular platform-like structure on one side of the bridge, resembling a small observation deck.

The genius from the Mystic Mirror Sect was sitting inside it.

A special force surged on the platform. The man's pores opened wide as he rapidly absorbed it, his internal power climbing steadily, as if on the verge of a breakthrough at any moment.

"He's breaking through to the pseudo-god realm!"

said Elder Hongwu.

According to the experiences of predecessors, after passing the five temple warriors, breakthrough points would appear on the bridge. As long as a peak Immortal Lord entered one, there was a high chance of success!

This must be such a place, and this genius was attempting to break through to pseudo-god!

"Let's go. He's taken this spot. Let's head ahead and see if there are other platforms."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

Although these two weren't particularly friendly, being able to break through to pseudo-god was their own opportunity, and there was no need to obstruct them.

Since successive patriarchs of the six great sects had broken through here, there should be many such places, not just one!

Otherwise, the one from the Misty Immortal Sect would have stayed here too, rather than disappearing without a trace.

The others nodded and followed closely. Just as they were about to move on, a burst of energy erupted nearby. The Mystic Mirror Sect genius on the platform let out a low cry, and the immortal power within him exploded instantly.

Boom!

A powerful aura shot into the sky, like a thunderclap.

"He broke through?"

Everyone shuddered and quickly looked over. They saw the middle-aged man sitting in place, as if his very essence of life had changed. Streams of immortal power swirled around his body like flood dragons, hovering quietly above the platform, as if gravity had lost its hold on him.

Whoosh!

All the power in his body was absorbed into his acupoints, and the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.

A dazzling light shot from his eyes, illuminating the surroundings.

"You made it this far, so you must have overcome those temple warriors. But... your luck ends here. Don't go any further..."

Feeling the surging power within him, the middle-aged man was filled with excitement. Seeing that Zhang Xuan and the others hadn't been killed by the temple warriors, he showed a hint of surprise, snorted coldly, and stood up.

Swoosh!

The next moment, he blocked their path.

Zhang Xuan frowned.

"You passed the temple warrior trial, which means you have a chance to become pseudo-god experts... If you all succeed, what advantage would my Mystic Mirror Sect and the Misty Immortal Sect have?"

the middle-aged man sneered.

They had gone so far as to cooperate with the Divine Temple just to produce more pseudo-god experts and dominate the world. If the others also succeeded, wouldn't all their efforts be in vain?

"You want to kill us to silence us?"

Zhang Xuan said.

He had known these two sects meant no good, but he hadn't expected them to go so far as to burn bridges so blatantly.

The middle-aged man said, "If you die, others will think it was at the hands of the temple warriors, and it has nothing to do with our Mystic Mirror Sect!"

Every time someone challenged the Heavenly Bridge, many died. Even if these people died, no one would suspect foul play.

After all, only one person made it through each year.

"Are you so sure you can kill us?"

Seeing that the man had already made up his mind to kill, Zhang Xuan shook his head and looked at him with pity.

"I know you tamed the pseudo-god beast Xuanbei Turtle... but try summoning it here on the Heavenly Bridge."

The middle-aged man smirked. "When the gods built the Heavenly Bridge, if they hadn't considered this situation and allowed such beasts to be brought up, wouldn't the temple warriors be helpless?"

Frowning, Zhang Xuan focused his mind and communicated with his beast pouch. He found that the pouch seemed sealed by a special force, and he couldn't release his pseudo-god beasts!

However, those below that level could be summoned freely.

But the Heavenly Bridge was narrow, and beasts were huge. Summoning them wouldn't help and might even hinder their attacks, doing more harm than good.

It seemed, as the man said, the gods who built the bridge had anticipated this, and even the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect couldn't cheat.

"Since I could tame the Xuanbei Turtle, I naturally have means to surpass it. A newly ascended pseudo-god like you wants to kill me? Don't you think you're overestimating yourself..."

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

Although he couldn't use his four pseudo-god beasts, with his current strength, a newly ascended pseudo-god was no match for him.

"What if I join in?"

Before he finished speaking, another voice rang out. The genius from the Misty Immortal Sect also appeared before them.

Like the Mystic Mirror Sect's man, he had also reached the pseudo-god realm.

Two pseudo-gods simultaneously released their auras, blocking the path, creating immense pressure. Elder Hongwu and the others' faces turned extremely grim.

One pseudo-god, they believed their sect master could handle, but two...

It was hard to say!

Moreover, these two were geniuses across the continent. Even if they had just broken through, their strength was not to be underestimated.

"As fellow members of the six great sects, aren't you afraid of causing chaos on the continent by attacking us?"

Zhang Xuan said.

"Rest assured, after you die, our Mystic Mirror Sect and Misty Immortal Sect will take over your four sects. From now on, the so-called Star Chasing Palace, Cloud Sword Pavilion, Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and Seven Star Tower will cease to exist!"

With a snort, the Mystic Mirror Sect middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Attack!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and appeared before Zhang Xuan, his five fingers spread as he struck with a palm.

The middle-aged man's power was like a mountain. As he unleashed his newly acquired pseudo-god cultivation, Elder Hongwu and the others felt as if their bodies were frozen, unable to move a muscle.

"So this is a pseudo-god?"

Their hearts sank.

Though they had encountered pseudo-gods before, they had never fought one and didn't know how powerful they truly were. Now, with the man's power on full display, they realized the gap was immeasurable.

If he truly intended to kill, the three of them together might not last three moves!

"Sect Master..."

They hurriedly looked at their sect master, wondering how he could be saved, and then witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Not far away, the sect master, caught in the opponent's palm wind, had a long sword appear in his hand. With a slight flick, without any pause, it pierced straight through the opponent's palm.

Puchi! Puchi!

In two consecutive moves, the head of the newly ascended pseudo-god fell to the ground. Even in death, he couldn't believe it was real.

"Why can't people just live well? Why must they seek death..."

Zhang Xuan shook his head and sighed.

Although he was only at the peak of Immortal Lord, his actual combat strength meant even ordinary pseudo-gods were no match for him.

Against a temple pseudo-god, he might need some effort, but a newly ascended little brat trying to kill him? Dream on!

"You..."

Seeing his companion decapitated in one move, the Misty Immortal Sect genius was startled. He turned and fled.

His strength was not much greater than the former's. If the other could kill him with one sword strike, he could certainly kill him too!

He had been ordered to kill Zhang Xuan if he passed the temple warrior trial. He had thought it was a simple task, but he never expected Zhang Xuan to be this powerful!

At the Immortal Lord realm, casually slaying a pseudo-god... without any hesitation...

Even compared to their own sect master, he was at least as strong, if not stronger!

If not now, when?

"I asked so many questions just to confirm whether you truly intended to kill me. Now that I'm sure, do you think you can still escape?"

Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan flicked his wrist.

Hum!

The long sword shot through the air, reaching the man's back in an instant.

Puchi!

It pierced through from the back of his heart. In an instant, the newly ascended middle-aged man also stopped breathing, falling heavily onto the bridge.

From breakthrough to death, the two hadn't even lasted three minutes...

They were probably the shortest-lived pseudo-gods on this continent.