The three Qian King’s Seals were precisely his key to activating that corpse from beyond the domain!

This was also his greatest trump card!

He had entrusted them to Song Yuanhao because he sensed that the duel with Xu Yang might have Can Sutian’s scheming behind it—so they simply could not lose!

Though he lost, he remained unperturbed.

After all, if the Qian King’s Seal had never fused with the heavens and earth to anchor the fate of Daqian, it might indeed have been forcibly seized.

Yet in his wildest dreams, he never imagined that Xu Yang, who was not even at the True Lord level, would succeed in doing so.

This was no longer a miracle—it was utterly unreal, like seeing a ghost!

Can Sutian smiled faintly. “Else, why do you think I chose him? That divine cauldron is a mystery even to me, perhaps a vestige of Immortal Dao lost for countless ages!”

“Immortal Dao…”

Song Tianchou’s mind shuddered.

“Can Sutian, I admit your schemes are a cut higher; nevertheless, today, let us settle life and death.”

Song Tianchou’s eyes glinted madly. He sneered, ferocious: “You emerged from seclusion, but are yet to cast off the weakness of Body-Burning Realm. Relying on the Qian King’s Seal to swell your power? With only seven left, how strong can you be?”

“Come forth!”

Boom!

The earth of the Northern Territory suddenly trembled violently.

A patch of wilderness exploded open.

The ancient corpse entombed within appeared instantly amid the void.

Song Tianchou’s figure flashed, forcefully merging with the ancient corpse, inch by inch boring inside.

With a convulsive shudder, agony-wracked howls erupted from within the ancient corpse.

Weng~~

An aura as if sealed for hundreds of millions of years swept out at a speed visible to the naked eye, coiling in all directions, subduing even endless nothingness in terror.

Can Sutian calmly watched this scene, then slowly raised his palm.

“Come forth.”

Rumble!!

All seven realms of Daqian—land quaked madly.

Seven Qian King’s Seals burst forth, shooting straight into the void!

Countless onlookers watched the void in terror.

“It’s the Qian King’s Seal!”

“His Majesty has summoned the last seven Qian King’s Seals. The final battle begins!”

Can Yunxiao gazed solemnly at the heavens.

Xu Yang slowly opened his eyes and finally let out a deep breath.

He could feel the faint connection to his Qian King’s Seals had completely severed.

Meaning that Song Tianchou could no longer draw on those three Qian King’s Seals.

“If I fully refine these three Qian King’s Seals, once I reach the True Lord tier, my strength will soar.”

To be honest, the might of the Qian King’s Seals left Xu Yang deeply covetous.

At the very least, he’d have to break through to True Lord before refining them.

But recalling Can Yunxiao’s earlier words—Can Sutian still seemed to need these three Qian King’s Seals—he couldn’t help but sigh.

To make them wholly his was no longer possible.

Xu Yang lifted his gaze to the void, but could only see the writhing, turbulent nothingness as if fierce battle raged in another heaven and earth.

The aftershocks sweeping outward seemed a hundred times more terrifying than the Spirit Tribulation Celestial Prison’s disasters, covering the sky like a storm, tilting everything, subjecting all to endless terror and oppression.

“A battle like this, yet we can’t even glimpse it—a true loss,” Xu Yang sighed.

Suddenly, Can Yunxiao curled his palm, and an ancient plate, palm-sized, appeared in his hand.

Under Xu Yang’s startled and suspicious look, the ancient plate floated above them, then, with a mouthful of vital blood from Can Yunxiao—hiss!

A wave of ancient bronze light unfurled, gradually forming a light screen.

The light screen aimed at the void, slowly reflecting a hazy scene.

It clearly showed Can Sutian and Song Tianchou!

Though blurry, one could just make out the figures within.

Xu Yang’s spirits lifted—he stared fixedly at the light screen.

“Strange, isn’t that Song Tianchou? But why does His Majesty’s opponent not look like him?” someone muttered in suspicion.

Xu Yang’s heart skipped—his mind flashed to the corpse he had just seen beneath the earth!

“Can Sutian, this ancient corpse in life far surpassed Body-Burning Realm. Its residual power is immense—bring all your Qian King’s Seals and it’s not enough!”

Song Tianchou’s voice issued from the mouth of that mysterious ancient corpse, gray mist energy lancing through the void in endless streams.

Boom!

The golden light shrank—seven Qian King’s Seals forced back instantly!

What’s more, under the assault, the golden light grew dimmer, being forcibly devoured!

Everyone’s face changed at once.

Can Yunxiao took a deep breath. “Fear not. Since His Majesty dares attack, he must be prepared!” he said gravely.

“Back then the death of King Dongyue made him a beaten dog. Even with this ancient corpse from beyond, how can his foundation compare to His Majesty’s?”

Yet even saying so, Can Yunxiao’s heart was not steady!

Xu Yang’s expression did not change. As he devoured Purest Essence Qi to recover, his attention never wavered from the light screen.

Can Sutian, who had been retreating, suddenly launched a frenzied assault.

Without warning—

A spirit blade appeared in his hand.

Pu!

Before everyone’s dazed eyes, Can Sutian slashed his own arm with the blade.

Blood sprayed, the severed arm soaring, merging into a Qian King’s Seal!

“His Majesty…” a True Lord trembled all over, horrified and shuddering.

The sight was simply too horrific!

Severing your own arm?

Even Xu Yang was terrified out of his wits.

“You—” Song Tianchou gasped in shock.

Next, Can Sutian’s actions left even Can Yunxiao slack-jawed.

Pu!

Pu!

The blade moved with ruthless speed. He hacked off both arms, then with the blade horizontal, cut away his legs, his waist, his chest—each mangled piece merging into a Qian King’s Seal!

The ghastliness of the scene made Song Tianchou stand dumbly on the spot.

Not to mention Xu Yang and the others.

“Is he insane?”

Xu Yang felt his scalp crawl.

Now, only a head remained of Can Sutian, suspended, blood dripping!

If this were revealed to the world, just this scene could shatter the hearts of countless Daqian experts!

At this moment, a commanding shout rang at Xu Yang’s ear.

“Release the three Qian King’s Seals!”

It was Can Sutian’s voice.

Xu Yang shivered, hesitated briefly, then gritted his teeth and released the three Qian King’s Seals at once.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

The three Qian King’s Seals soared to the heavens, encircling Can Sutian’s severed head in the blink of an eye.

All his remnants fused, one piece after another, into the nine Qian King’s Seals!

At last, the head fused fastest of all!

Can Sutian vanished completely from the void.

Ten Qian King’s Seals revolved together.

Hua!

Brilliant golden radiance burst through the void, sweeping over everything, spreading swiftly—where it passed, all darkness was swept away in might and turbulence!

Over half the skies above Daqian’s domains were painted in gold!

Countless Martial Artists stared, stunned—all their minds numbed!

Invisible pressure mounted, as if a god was about to be born!

“Can Sutian, you lunatic—you utter madman.”

Song Tianchou’s voice quivered. He was amply prepared, yet was utterly shaken by Can Sutian’s mad act.

You are the Son of Heaven.

The final seed of the Can Clan!

You shoulder the fate of Daqian and the Can Clan alike.

To think you would cut yourself down—just like that?

Even if you survive, how much strength could remain?

“You think this is enough to suppress me?”

Song Tianchou howled in delirium, unleashing all the power in the ancient corpse body with nothing held back.

Half the void was instantly swallowed by gray, murky light!

“Song Tianchou, you’ve never even counted in my eyes!”

“Everything you accomplished—was because I allowed it.”

“Today, I’ll cast aside every shackle—I will break this Heaven and Earth and shatter the fetters set by those of the past!”

Can Sutian’s cold voice rolled out from within the ten Qian King’s Seals.

Song Tianchou’s mind reeled. “You—you—what are you trying to do?”

“Ten Qian King’s Seals—meld with my body!”

“Spirit Tribulation Celestial Prison—might of a hundred True Lords!”

“And the Can Clan’s accumulation of thousands of years!”

“Finally, the might of your ancient corpse beyond the domains!”

As Can Sutian spoke, Song Tianchou seemed seized by an invisible shackle, frozen in place, unable to stop trembling.

He recalled Daqian and the Can Clan’s greatest secret!

“Impossible!”

“You can’t do it—you’re insane!”

He screamed hoarsely, as though to drown his fear and panic!

“Explode!”

Can Sutian barked, cold and fierce!

Song Tianchou’s eyes wide with terror, spun around, and fled without hesitation.

All at once, he realized: compared to Can Sutian, he was but a clown!

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