Chaotic World Book

The strategy of soul destruction by bow was something the three of them had all been aware of before the battle began, each of them pondering over the issue.

The current attack with broadswords, fists, and knives was merely a testing process.

The conclusion of the testing was that, though the Sea Emperor seemed a bit overwhelmed by the siege, It would not die, and even inflicting a wound on Its new body had become quite difficult. It could slowly play with everyone. But everyone could not afford any mistakes, nor could they sustain even a minor injury, for as soon as they did, the balance would begin to tip until it collapsed.

However, there were no martial artists who could guarantee absolute lack of mistakes, nor could they avoid getting hurt in such an intense battle.

What seemed like a thrilling fight on the surface was actually extremely unequal, with the advantage decidedly in the Sea Emperor's favor.

This was also why the Sea Emperor was willing to play along and had no intention of breaking through the encirclement, for their error tolerance differed; dragging on would undoubtedly doom the three combatants.

Therefore, if this arrow was not released, then so be it, but once it was released, it had to be a fatal shot without any room for error. Otherwise, if the Sea Emperor discovered that this bow and arrow were capable of causing fatal damage to It, It might no longer be willing to stick around and play; once It decided to break free and run, there would be no possibility of holding It back. If It managed to escape, finding It in the future would be difficult, and there would be endless troubles to come.

Not only did the killing blow need to be assured, but it also had to be swift, the quicker the better...

San Niang's eyes became resolute, the first to show change.

"Whoosh!" In the midst of parrying the encirclement, the Sea Emperor's trident sought an opportunity to counterattack; each person had their turn to counter, and this time it was traditionally San Niang's side.

Previously, San Niang had waved her hand to block as usual, but this time she didn't parry. Instead, a transparent Mystic Turtle Shield suddenly appeared in front of her.

The trident struck the shield, emitting a piercing "screech" sound, like the breaking of colored glaze, the trident piercing straight in. However, this shield was not just for blockage; once past the shield, the trident seemed to enter the thick Sea Mud, with layers of resistance hindering its advance, making it difficult to proceed.

The Sea Emperor was not alarmed but pleased.

This move was definitely San Niang's mistake!

Xuanwu was indeed a master in the element of water, perhaps accustomed to this kind of play... but it was all well and good for her to toy with others using water manipulation, yet this time the opponent was the Sea Emperor!

One who was even acknowledged by the Chaotic World Book as the "emperor" of the sea! In terms of understanding water, just a few days ago San Niang was still learning from Its Crystal Core, playing the student! To use these tricks against the Sea Emperor, wasn't it bringing an axe to class at the school?

"Bam!" The Sea Emperor twisted a punch with Its left hand, forcefully striking down on the broadsword wielded by Zhao Changhe beside It. Zhao Changhe grunted and was flung backward.

With the most troublesome and most damaging Big Broadsword finally out of the way, the Sea Emperor took a stab from Xia Chichi, and the trident pushed forward with added force.

San Niang's supposedly unrivaled defense was completely ineffective under this thrust. The shield shattered with a bang, and the trident pierced into her abdomen, blood spurting forth!

"Ha... Unexpectedly, there's a human confident enough to play with water against me!" The Sea Emperor laughed loudly, "Just like your confident and spirited mother back then."

San Niang grabbed the trident, her expression resolute and calm.

The Sea Emperor's laughter stuck in Its throat.

Because Its Divine Sense had already detected that Zhao Changhe, who seemed to be flying backward, had at some point discarded his sword, now holding a bow instead. As he drew the bow and nocked an arrow, his eyes turned blood-red, his arms swollen, the image of a warrior with all firepower at the ready for a final battle.

The aura emanating from that bow and arrow set the Sea Emperor's nonexistent hairs on end—if It had any.

These were Soul Extinguishing Soldiers! They didn't have them the day before yesterday; how did they suddenly come into possession of them?

San Niang's self-injury, all to restrain It for a moment? Zhao Changhe understood the implicit meaning of her gesture and coordinated with silent understanding!

But would that be of any use? The Sea Emperor was an Ancient Demon with rich combat experience, having undergone countless battles, large and small; It would not be foolish enough to be tied up with San Niang and just abandon the trident, wouldn't that solve everything?

The Sea Emperor hesitated not even a moment, dropping the trident and retreating swiftly.

But though the trident was discarded, the Sea Emperor did not escape.

Underneath Its feet, what had been the chaotically scattered Divine Hall wood and stone had already turned to ash amidst the fierce battle, but this ash, for some reason, came together to form shackles, grabbing It in place.

Xia Chichi, Azure Dragon Wood Manipulation!

The shackles were extremely fragile against the Sea Emperor, who could break free with a twist, but this miscalculation tied down Its figure for an instant!

The sound of the string "twang", the arrow like a shooting star.

In fact, by the time one heard the bowstring, it was already too late; the arrow had already arrived.

The shackles shattered, the Sea Emperor looked back in horror, trying to dodge.

However, It found that It could not even lean back, as a Snake Whip had emerged out of nowhere behind It, spinning into an absolute defensive barrier.

What San Niang used for self-defense could also be used on the outside as a wall!

Perhaps giving the Sea Emperor the chance to turn around and punch out might have broken through, but the arrow did not give It that time.

The Sea Emperor roared and slashed diagonally with Its palm.

No matter how fast the arrow was, Its speed was not slow; It could still manage to strike it down!

But just as Its palm edge was about to meet with the side of the arrow, before a hint of joy could surface on the Sea Emperor's face, another silent arrow shot out from another direction, piercing straight through the back of Its skull and out through the forehead.

Zhao Changhe's consecutive shots sent one arrow flying straight, while the other was refracted through the chaotic light of the sea in this place.

Ordinarily, no one could handle two arrows with different maneuvers in rapid succession, let alone weave the arrow through refracted light. This was Hai Pinglan's special form of archery, as well as Zhao Changhe's own Light Manipulation, newly studied from the Heavenly Book.

All new skills were utilized here all at once, as if specifically learned for this battle. Zhao Changhe had drained all his strength with the two arrows, succeed or die trying!

"Spurt..." San Niang had actually been spewing blood the moment she was pierced by the trident, but the action of spewing blood only came now, which showed how lightning-fast and blink-and-you'll-miss-it the whole exchange had been!

Any tiny mistake, and everything would have collapsed. Thankfully... It was a success.

Arrows pierced through, and for a moment, the air was silent.

The Sea Emperor stared incredulously, rooted to the spot: "This is impossible…"

The Sea Emperor, with his combat strength still at full capacity, couldn't comprehend how he had suddenly crumbled, especially with many secret skills left unused…

Zhao Changhe had no mind to bother with him, rushing over immediately to catch San Niang as she swayed on the verge of collapse, and fed her a pill.

San Niang merely stared steadily at the Sea Emperor, her eyes sharp and choosing their prey— a ferocity Xia Chichi hadn't seen in the Holy Daughter they had known for so long.

Was this still the Holy Daughter who lay sprawled out on the lotus leaf, smiling so innocently...

The Sea Emperor, too, was looking at San Niang and spoke with some difficulty: "Do you realize that, with my trident, you were doomed to die instead of exchanging wounds for life?"

"I know," San Niang replied calmly. "I just needed you to die before me."

Xia Chichi was shocked, speeding over frantically and ineptly invoking her half-baked Rejuvenation Technique, only to find Zhao Changhe's Rejuvenation Technique was already in effect.

The Sea Emperor slowly said: "I've heard you're slow, and lazy too."

"Yes, slow-witted me, in the face of danger, can only think of such a plan."

Guigui wasn't slow or lazy, but rather the surging undercurrents at the bottom of the deep sea, hidden deep, unseen on regular days. Once it burst forth, it became a terrifying tidal wave.

The Sea Emperor fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "The Sea Soul is yours."

As he finished speaking, his body began to gradually dissipate, turning into a mist of water.

Within the mists, his final words echoed: "Don't trust the Heavenly Book too much... it has no good intentions."

His voice trailed off, and he disappeared completely.

The water mist coalesced into a droplet hovering in the void, pregnant with ineffable meanings.

The so-called Water Soul, or Sea Soul... could be a divine treasure of the Divine realm, capable of pushing the mastery of Water Manipulation to the pinnacle.

But in that moment, no one had the mind to look; the revenge for their parents' deaths had finally dissolved before their eyes, and San Niang, her spirit finally relaxing, completely lost consciousness.

Zhao Changhe, his expression as still as water, took out from San Niang's arms several pieces of Dragon Skin and Dragon Scales that were layered together, all of which had been punctured by the trident into a tattered mess. But because of these layers of protection, and his timely Rejuvenation Technique, the Sea Emperor's confident belief in San Niang's inevitable death might not be so certain after all.

San Niang had refused to use the Dragon Skin for herself, claiming she would give it to the elite of the sect.

In truth, from that moment on, she had been prepared for this kind of sacrifice...

Guigui was slow, always needing to think far ahead in everything.

But this was still a gamble with life at stake; who knew what the outcome would be when attacking the shield with its own spear? Perhaps it truly would mean death.

But Guigui didn't want to think anymore, she had repressed her feelings for far too long.

Zhao Changhe lowered his head and kissed her lips, drawing upon his last bit of strength and pouring it into her body: "Fool…"

A glint of gold flashed across the sky.

"In October, Zhao Changhe's two-year martial arts anniversary. Fought the Sea Emperor with Four Symbols Sect's Mystic Turtle and Holy Daughter Xia Chichi. Mystic Turtle traded blows to take wounds, Zhao Changhe shot the killing arrow."

"The Sea Emperor has fallen."

"In this battle, a gamble that dragged on for sixteen years involving millions, Hai Pinglan severed his worship, Xia Longyuan wounded his flesh, Zhao Changhe extinguished his soul. This marks the first battle between humans and gods of this era, the dust has settled."

There were no rankings, no Judgements.

The fewer the words, the greater the deed.

All the people in the world looked up at the sky with their mouths agape, stunned.

This was a divine being acknowledged by the Chaotic World Book, not some false god like Xue Wu Duoluo. To be truly recognized as a divine being by the Chaotic World Book surely meant possessing something surpassing that of other Imperial Realm, such as immortality, or becoming the ultimate master in a certain Law of Magic.

But on this day, even gods had fallen.

He had survived through the world-ending catastrophe that collapsed an epoch, clinging to life until now, just as he was about to emerge and attempt to regain his former glory, he fell at the hands of mortals.

Although the "two-year martial arts practice" part about the God Slayer might be so galling that people wanted to curse, there wasn't much doubt about the significance of the Chaotic World Book's report. The book meant to say that the Sea Emperor did not fall to a mere human with two years of cultivation, but rather, he had been dealt the final blow and gained the last hit... The book had even recently reported that the Sea Emperor had exploded himself, likely indicating his severely wounded state at the moment.

Actually, this battle had begun sixteen years ago, a culmination of the relentless efforts of countless heroes of this age, assembled with joint intentions. And Mystic Turtle had even traded wounds for life—and that was the newly minted seventh on the Heavenly List.

Of course, the name of the God Slayer still glittered brightly, glittering with envy and fear, with almost no one understanding how it had been done.

Besides... "the first of this epoch," what did that imply? Could it be that many deities and demons of the previous epoch had ascended through god-slaying?

Is no one inherently divine?

Do gods also die?

Could it be that under certain conditions, even those on the Earth List might take the heads of these beings?

On Kunlun Mountain.

The hands of Yuxu, known to be among the steadiest in the world, shook wildly for the first time, and the wine jar in his hands fell to the ground, shattering.

He didn't care about the loss of fine wine, standing stunned, staring upwards at the sky, murmuring to himself: "So it's really possible..."

From countless abysses came similar whispers: "Chaos has come... a woman's heart is most poisonous..."