I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

Chapter 2478

"The Dynasty of Ten Thousand Demons... will not... let you go..."

Qi Lan spoke with difficulty.

"It's as if I would let your Myriad Demon Dynasty go."

Lin Xuan ignored it completely, already able to sense that Qi Lan's power was getting weaker and weaker.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion resounded within the Wuzhao Mountain area, and the Nine Divine Irons that suppressed the world were completely pushed out of the Wuzhao Mountain area by the power of Wuzhao Mountain, hanging in the sky.

At this moment, the extraordinary phenomenon of Lin Xuan's perfected Undying Dao Body had dissipated, and the nine divine pillars in the sky were as dazzling as nine blood-red suns, attracting everyone's attention.

"Haha... We won! The Nine Divine Irons that Suppress the World have escaped the territory of Wuzhao Mountain."

"Damn the Myriad Demon Dynasty, you have lost. Surrender immediately!"

"Kill them all! Eradicate these remaining powerful demons..."

Cheers from the beings of the Sun and Moon Divine Dynasty resounded through Wuzhao Mountain.

"boom!"

Under Lin Xuan's palm, Yu Lin Shao Huang Qi Lan exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

He could no longer draw upon the power of the Nine Divine Irons that Suppress the World; with his own strength, he was utterly unable to withstand Lin Xuan.

The cycle of life and death manifested, and Qilan's traces of defying fate were extracted by the Soul-Hidden Canopy, and then quickly erased.

The bell rang crisply, echoing in his ears. Lin Xuan received the cultivation memories of the Jade Emperor, and a near-Dao level scripture called the Shattering Void Scripture appeared in his mind.

"Not bad, it does enrich our attack methods."

Lin Xuan was very satisfied. He raised his hand, and the World Destroyer flew into his hand automatically.

The next second, Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the remaining great demons in this area.

"Run away!"

"The young emperor has fallen, run!"

"Ahhh... Don't kill me..."

The great demons of the Myriad Demon Dynasty were terrified, letting out mournful howls, and then their massive bodies began to flee.

"Everyone stay!"

Lin Xuan transformed into a beam of light and shot out, creating a magnetic storm that stretched for thousands of miles, instantly turning it into a forbidden zone.

The great demons struggled to resist, managing to travel several miles through the storm before being swept away by blades and meeting their demise.

This land was stained with blood, and severed limbs lay scattered everywhere. The once high and mighty Earth Immortal-level demons and near-Earth Immortal-level demons were all casually killed by Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan's cultivation time is increasing rapidly, from 100 million years to 200 million years... and it is still increasing at a rapid pace.

"Human, you are very good, very good, but today... I will not spare you!"

Above Mount Wuzhao, the Nine Divine Iron Pillars of Zhenshi burst forth with terrifying spiritual intent, and then the nine divine pillars suddenly merged together, forming a massive divine pillar.

An aura of slaughter filled the sky, and the staff itself conjured up scenes of war, with all kinds of creatures locked in a bloody battle.

The divine pillar rose high and then slammed down on Mount Wuzhao, shattering space inch by inch. Crimson killing lightning filled the sky, affecting the entire Mount Wuzhao area.

Lin Xuan's body froze in mid-air, locked firmly by the power of the divine pillar.

At this moment, a look of shock appeared in Lin Xuan's eyes. Faced with this power, Lin Xuan felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

"An imperial weapon... is no less powerful than an immortal emperor!"

Lin Xuan felt a sense of relief, but wasn't overly worried.

There was no other reason than that Wu Zhaoshan had already conveyed her thoughts to him, putting his mind at ease...

"it's over!"

In the boundless void, Wu Zhaoxue stood atop a landscape of inky black mountains and rivers.

Beside her, Prince Yan held an inkstone, its surface shimmering with the brilliant white light of Confucian ink.

Prince Yan smiled broadly: "Madam, our side has achieved a great victory, and that boy Lin Xuan deserves the most credit."

"Here's what I'm thinking: why don't we make him the imperial prince? We can step in and adopt him as our godson. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhaoxue's dignified brows furrowed slightly. Before she could speak, waves of spiritual energy surged around her.

"Your Majesty, please reconsider! How can this be allowed?"

"That's right, Your Majesty. Lin Xuan is a man of extraordinary talent, but he is not of Wuzhou blood."

"Prince Yan, what are you doing? How can we hand over the foundation of our dynasty so easily?"

Prince Yan's face turned ugly: "Shut up, you bunch of pedantic old fogies, can't you see? Lin Xuan's future achievements will surpass all the brilliant talents in history. If we're too slow, Wuzhou won't even get a taste of the soup."