Chapter 947: Death

Chapter 947: Death

As Li Huowang arrived with reinforcements, the crumbling situation began to stabilize, not to mention the avatar of Doumu summoned above by Li Huowang using the vast reserves of non-gang within his body to cast the "Wonder of the Heavenly Vault."

With the appearance of Doumu, the ground began to writhe like the surface of water, and the entire world started to become unnatural.

Under Li Huowang's efforts, the forces of both friend and foe were rapidly dwindling.

"Doumu! I am Jizai!" Li Huowang's roar drifted toward the black-and-white ocean above.

"I know from the dice what happened up there! Since you are in league with the Unborn Mother, and since this guy wants to kill the Unborn Mother, as an ally, you should know what to do!"

Whether Doumu understood Li Huowang's words or sensed the hostility radiating from Zuo Qiuyong, the Taiji diagram covering the sky began to rotate, pouring a deluge of the Heavenly Dao of Lies down upon Zuo Qiuyong.

Feeling the suspicion in his heart deepen, Zuo Qiuyong merely chuckled, entirely unperturbed, even as he began to doubt the loyalty of the Shuo-Bu-De army.

"It seems you still don't know what you are facing. I have long known you would use such tricks. Do it!"

As Zuo Qiuyong finished speaking, the Chen Kingdom forces within Shangjing City dragged forward a crowd of White Lotus believers, bound hand and foot like livestock.

They spared no one—men, women, children, and even women heavy with child were treated without mercy.

"Squelch" sounds echoed incessantly as these people had their throats slit and were buried in every formation node throughout Shangjing City.

It was not one or two, but thousands; though they were meant as human pillars for a curse, it looked more like a mass grave, prepared long ago to serve Zuo Qiuyong's design.

Sensing her beloved followers dying in fear and despair under the blades of others, Bai Lingmiao's pupils, hidden beneath her white ribbons, constricted instantly as fury and murderous intent surged within her.

But then, this rage transformed into sorrow and despair, finally erupting in a cry from her lips; her own family were people just like them.

She hated her family, and she hated herself even more for being unable to forget them.

"It's a curse! Watch out!" Ershen shouted to the others. "I don't know what he's doing with a curse of this scale, but it definitely involves the feng shui and fortune of heaven and earth!"

"Leave this to us! We will stop them! We will kill them!" Bai Lingmiao, weeping, charged toward the Shuo-Bu-De army casting the curse.

As she moved, the White Lotus believers in the city stirred, and the trees outside rustled as evil spirits bearing the White Lotus mark took advantage of the dark, chaotic sky to enter the city.

The believers seemed to share a single mind with their Saintess, charging toward the points of the curse, and both sides engaged in a fierce battle.

Yet, regardless, the massive curse was completed; the corpses formed a giant formation around Zuo Qiuyong, encompassing the entirety of Shangjing City.

The feng shui of heaven and earth instantly fell under Zuo Qiuyong's command; his luck became impossibly good, and the lies and doubts within him vanished without a trace.

If this sky belonged to Doumu, then this earth now belonged to Zuo Qiuyong, and even the mighty Doumu could do nothing against him.

Zuo Qiuyong slowly looked up at the black-and-white Taiji diagram above. "What are you? A deity who lost to a mortal like you is not fit to fight me!"

The next moment, the two Zuo Qiuyongs stepped upon white clouds and drifted toward the Doumu above, one toward the black, one toward the white.

Li Huowang refused to give up, following closely behind, and the three parties clashed in the space between heaven and earth.

Every time Li Huowang attempted to use his cultivation to control Zuo Qiuyong, he failed for various inexplicable reasons.

The curse formation was being dismantled by the White Lotus believers, but Zuo Qiuyong's goal had already been achieved.

With a sensation of spatial displacement, the sky leaked, and water from the two black-and-white oceans began to pour downward.

When this anomaly occurred, the lies across the Great Liang began to destabilize; some became suspicious of everything, others trusted everyone, and some grew fond of deception and lying—a natural disaster.

Having defeated the Doumu avatar, Zuo Qiuyong laughed wildly in mid-air, "Hahahaha! Who dares call me a leaking eunuch now! Who dares call me a man without descendants!"

"Whoever I want to die must die! Even a deity is no exception! I can be the king of this world! The hegemon of this land!"

"Yin-yang freak with a rotten ass!"

"Hmm?!" Zuo Qiuyong's brows twitched as he looked down, immediately spotting Li Huowang's grinning face.

"You really deserve to die." Zuo Qiuyong descended instantly, charging toward Li Huowang.

Li Huowang turned to flee, but the entire city of Shangjing seemed to work against him, and everything went wrong.

No matter where he ran, something blocked his path; he was either tripped or struck on the head.

Before he could escape far, Zuo Qiuyong was behind him, raising the dragon-phoenix ring on his hand and slashing at his neck.

Li Huowang's head flew into the air, drenched in blood, spinning several times before turning into a twelve-sided die and landing back on his shoulders.

The die looked at Zuo Qiuyong with a grin, "Hahaha! You've been tricked."

The next moment, a spine-sword pierced through his chest. Zuo Qiuyong showed a look of disdain.

"Injuries caused by such mortals no longer work on me."

"Is that so? That’s not necessarily true. You should see who is holding the sword."

Hearing this, Zuo Qiuyong froze, struggling to look behind him, and saw the face of Li Huowang.

As the spine-sword was pulled out, Zuo Qiuyong used his growth ability to heal the wound, but his previously infallible power failed to take effect.

Pain radiated from the wound, and as blood poured out, it drained his vitality.

"This is impossible. I have removed all death from within me; he cannot kill me." But it was not over; Li Huowang's face peeled away, revealing the determined face of Bai Lingmiao, the White Lotus mark on her brow glowing brightly.

"You didn't. I can give it to you. The Unborn Mother happens to govern the Heavenly Dao of Death!" Bai Lingmiao gritted her teeth, charged forward, raised the spine-sword, and swung it with all her might, severing the opponent's head.

As the head hit the ground with a heavy thud, Zuo Qiuyong's body gradually lost its vitality, becoming a corpse that would never move again.

Then, everyone present looked up at the same time, glaring at the other Zuo Qiuyong.