The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1296 572: Seventh City (Part 2)

But the Value Game changed everything.

From ancient times to the present, all opportunities could be acquired, such as the "Fragrant Leaf Crown", Flat Peach, and so on.

In addition, the Galactic Roads, Holy City, are all unprecedented grand creations throughout the ages, and those with strength can compete for them.

Li Changzhou being able to reach this stage and killing the Lord of Radiance trapped by the Value Game on the Time Dam, is greatly related to being born in this era.

He does not deny this point.

But being born in this era doesn't necessarily mean one could kill the Lord of Radiance? He also does not deny his own talent.

Boom!

The Guiding Divine Light appeared, falling among the ten thousand galaxies, and the top ten killers in each galaxy were shrouded in beams of light.

At this moment, the combatants could see each other across the galaxies.

Li Changzhou's galaxy was different, with only seven beams of light; beneath them, the galaxy churned with chaos, like a desolate world.

"The Lord of Radiance was killed by you?" Some Semi-Saints who returned from the Time Dam changed their expressions.

Li Changzhou's war robe was stained with blood, the blood shimmering with light.

The Golden Crown was shattered, the Bronze Spear was pitted, his energy was not yet restored, appearing very weak, but his spirit was like an unparalleled Immortal Sword, sharp and unmatched.

Indomitable, No Taboos, Invincible aura, sweeping everything.

Li Changzhou glanced and saw Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, and the Turquoise Pool.

"Where is the Lord of Radiance?" Another Semi-Saint spoke.

Inside the Holy City, even Semi-Saints couldn't deduce, unable to perceive outside news.

Li Changzhou looked at the other, calmly saying: "Yesterday's sun cannot illuminate today's leaves."

Those ancient ones fell silent for a moment, as Lord of Radiance was among the top in their ranks, unexpectedly dead right after returning.

One ancient coldly said: "If not for the Value Game obstruction, wasting five epochs, do you think you could kill us? With a raise of hand, we could crush you."

"The victor becomes king, the loser is the villain." Li Changzhou didn't want to say more.

"That's right," the Crown Princess laughed, "nothing in the past matters, the Seventh City witnesses everything."

"King of Black Fog, it's time to decide life or death between us!" Dragon roars continuously, the True Dragon's dominance boundless.

"If you wish to die, I'll grant your wish."

"Old Monk, second round, I'll show you if I'm telling the truth." Always Invincible held the Immortal Sword, looking towards the beam where Shakyamuni was.

Tathagata's Golden Body was stained with blood, silent.

The Corpse Bone Gene suddenly said: "All present are the most talented, fortunate, and persistent from ancient to present. Even without the gift of the Great Dao, it's not impossible to ascend to the Saint Position, so why fight to the death? Unite and ascend the Time Dam, annihilate the Old Saints, that's the right path."

A set of bones, speaking the most righteous words — compared to the others.

"I agree." A strong figure in a beam nodded, "But how do we divide the twelve Saint Positions in the Eighth Holy City?"

Ten thousand galaxies, the top ten advance, only Li Changzhou's galaxy had seven people, still totaling nearly a hundred thousand.

"I occupy one." Li Changzhou said.

"Why?"

"Simply because I can kill all of you, is that enough?"

They hadn't reached the Seventh Holy City yet, but the smell of war was already so intense, it was about to explode.

The Guiding Divine Light flew swiftly, but those speaking in the beams were either monstrous beings from the Mother Womb Source Pool or unparalleled strongmen, their mental exchanges as fast as streaming light.

"If Black Fog assures he needs only one Saint Position, I can agree." Said the Corpse Bone Gene.

"Who do you think you are, distributing Saint Positions here?" Someone sneered, "The strongest spiritual species, I will take you on."

"Alright." The Corpse Bone Gene remained calm.

Someone else said: "Folks, how we allocate Saint Positions can be discussed later, but the King of Black Fog must be killed first. As he said, he alone can kill us all."

"King of Black Fog, cripple your 'Pseudo-Victory', or I'll make your whole family bleed!" A peerless strongman wielding a Golden War Spear released boundless killing intent.

"I never accept threats, whoever wants to kill me, feel free to try."

"If you can abandon 'Pseudo-Victory', I can also agree to offer you one Saint Position." Another person spoke, his aura enigmatic, like a black hole.

"Abyss, you have no right to agree to any condition on behalf of everyone!" The rebuker's aura was towering.

"How about this," the Crown Princess laughed, "the top ten of the Galactic Roads join forces, eliminate the rest first."

"Good!" Someone responded, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's first kill the top ten of the Galactic Roads! They are the favored of heaven, the Great Dao at least recognizes them more, we cannot allow any of them to become a Saint!"

A strange laughter: "I agree."

"I agree too."

The top ten powerhouses of the Galactic Roads turned pale.

No matter how strong, they were only a hundred people, now even less than a hundred.

The nearly a hundred thousand present were almost all peerless strongmen, their strength similar, numbers could truly decide everything.

"See." The Crown Princess still smiled, noble and elegant, "They wish to kill us, we have no choice but to unite."

"If you listen to her, establishing order, her strength would surely suppress us." A voice sounded ethereal.

The Crown Princess scanned around, smiling at a particular beam.

The crowd remained silent, the nascent alliance crumbled instantly.

This dialogue, witnessed by the beings of the universe, made their blood boil.

"How cunning the Crown Princess is! If she weren't exposed, these peerless strongmen would have all fallen into her trap!"

"The Corpse Bone Gene speaks rightly, the Old Saints are the most troublesome, twelve new Saints are far from enough."

"It's too difficult, among these people are no weaklings, who will submit to whom? Without a deadly battle, how could one hand over the Saint Position."

"As expected of the King of Black Fog, afraid of no one's challenge!"