"Ah!!!"

With a cry of pain, Dio let out a miserable scream, his shocked gaze falling on the clothes covering Ye Qingzhou's body.

It appeared to be ordinary clothing, but in reality, it was composed of countless intertwined Sword Gangs, as smooth as satin, tightly fitting Ye Qingzhou's body, locked in place with his Divine Thought, and forcibly maintained in a stable state.

But once subjected to an external impact, the 'Sword Threads' would automatically counterattack.

Slashed by hundreds of Sword Gangs, Dio was instantly seriously injured.

Immediately, a dense black light erupted from his entire body, steam surging and exploding into the sky behind him, vaguely forming a strange, towering silhouette.

A broad, inverted triangle back armor, densely packed with sharp spiked vertebrae, a tail growing downward from the spine. Tree stump-like thick thighs, and a tyrant's aura constantly exuding a deathly Spiritual Light.

Crackling sounds~

Dio's form transformed again, with sounds of bones cracking emanating from within, muscles writhing like hills, veins twisting like little snakes, and bone armor exuding an intimidating momentum.

One of his legs pressed down and then stepped out fiercely, as if he were a hydraulic crane, transmitting terrifying strength through his blood.

A powerful force erupted underfoot, causing the ground to crack and cave in suddenly.

Bang~

The thunderous explosion rang out, splitting the ground open, while Dio used the power to enter a state of Super Divine Speed, his fist once again blasting towards Ye Qingzhou like a cannonball.

No fancy techniques, only the extreme explosion of power.

Zheng Zheng Zheng~

In an instant, Ye Qingzhou's 'Thousand Silk Sword Armor' was triggered again, with hundreds and thousands of Sword Gangs weaving into a Celestial Net, enveloping Dio.

Puchi~ Puchi~

Pillars of blood gushed and soared tens of meters into the sky, turning into mist and rain, a terrifying roar transformed into a shockwave, sweeping in all directions, audible hundreds of miles away.

The nearby Martial Artists had no choice but to cover their ears, the residue of the sound shock causing their Qi and Blood to roil.

Some were even more affected, with their entire mind dazed, suffering from a mild concussion.

Even those Martial Artists affected by the residual shock were in such a state. Facing Dio's punch directly, Ye Qingzhou naturally felt even greater pressure, being blown away entirely, skimming across the sea surface, raising two rows of ten-kilometer-long 'wave walls.'

After consistently rolling and rotating to dissipate the Fist Force, Ye Qingzhou quickly regained his footing, his tender small feet walking on waves lightly and effortlessly.

Just now, Dio's punch was enough to blast a huge hole through an aircraft carrier, punching right through.

Yet now, Ye Qingzhou seemed completely unharmed, saying, "A nice punch, but still not enough to hurt me."

"Hmm!?"

Dio's menacing ghostly face twisted into a frown with thick, dark eyebrows: "Your Mental Imagery can actually devour all forms of energy in the world?"

Only he knew how much multi-attribute energy impact was contained within that seemingly simple punch, not only possessing a terrifying kinetic energy but also containing a death impact, countering all life forms!

No matter how strong the Self-Healing Ability, under this punch, cells would rapidly necrotize, flesh would decay, and tendons would snap.

Yet Ye Qingzhou at this moment was completely unaffected, obviously having absorbed and transformed all the negative energy, altering the form and attributes of the energy.

In fact, this was the characteristic of the Mental Imagery 'In the Beginning, There Was Dao, One Qi Pervaded,' which was the new Divine Technique Ye Qingzhou gained after evolving the Infinite Heart Image to its second form.

With such Divine Technique, Ye Qingzhou stood in an invincible position, only a Martial God could use higher-dimensional Dao Laws to suppress the characteristic of the Infinite Heart Image.

Unfortunately, although Dio could to some extent utilize the Divine Power of the Death Knight, he ultimately wasn't a God.

In the surging and rolling pool of blood, Dio, who was originally in the middle, was blown to the other side by Ye Qingzhou, the bone armor on his body once again covered in cracks.

Roar~

Dio emitted an angry roar in his fierce Armor Giant form, waving his fists like hammers.

"I just don't believe you can be immune to death!"

Dio shouted loudly, his iron fists fearlessly striking upwards, clashing with Ye Qingzhou's descending Sword Point.

Clang~

Both made of flesh and blood, yet the clash of bone against bone emitted a metallic sharp cry, with a clang resonating incessantly.

Two silhouettes, one on the left and one on the right, iron fist and Sword Point, frozen in the sunlight, as if the air and time had solidified at this moment.

Pop~

As though a massive bubble cavity was punctured, the air between them compressed and burst out in all directions, creating waves.

The next moment, the surging airflow turned into a raging, howling storm, sweeping the seawater into the sky, blowing fiercely akin to a Category-16 typhoon!

Within a hundred-mile radius, survivors densely packed were also affected, some carelessly blown away, skimming like stones over the sea surface.

Others clung tightly to heavy objects, hair flailing wildly, their facial features distorted, unable to close their mouths against the wind, drooling with rippling saliva waves.

At this moment, a shocking commotion came from the battlefield of the Gods, attracting everyone's attention, even pausing the Holy War where sword lights and Fist Seals swirled in the distance for a brief moment.

At the storm's eye center, Dio's fierce and towering form remained in the punching posture, like a statue. There was no beauty, only power, those smooth and exaggerated muscle lines full of a sense of strength. The refined Physique left no doubt that these were two battle machines, the most suitable monsters for close combat.

But at this moment, Dio's face was devoid of any fighting spirit or killing intent, only endless confusion and fear: "My master, actually fell!?"

The representative of the Death Knight, actually died!

"It seems your master is dead, this is really a demise falling to the bottom, that's a bit too tragic."

Ye Qingzhou now understood that at the Dongji Kingdom battlefield, all the participating gods had their own agendas.

Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor represented Dongji Kingdom to seek revenge while also slaying the Three Noble Sons of Chuyun, the three divine-level traitors betraying Blue Star, to eliminate internal threats of Blue Star.

Snake Mother Yinji, Heavenly Queen Hera, and Midgard Serpent Jörmungandr, they sought to escape the threat of the Emperor Slayer, preventing the return of the Emperor Slayer, even sacrificing the remaining Famine, War, and Death among the Four Knights of the Apocalypse.

The Land of Chuyun, thus became a chessboard for the gods' struggle, while the people of Chuyun, not even chess pieces, were regarded as offerings to summon the generals of the Death Knights.

"Ah ah ah! I don't believe it!"

In his Armor Giant form, Dio broke the silence, uttering a beast-like cry of despair.

Dark red bristles emerged from the cracks in his armor as if persistent weeds; from the helmet, his blood-red eyes bore a sense of hysterical insanity.

The fall of the Death Knight was an unbearable tragedy!

"Let this world be destroyed!"

Dio allowed the Divine Power of death to surge into his body, engulfing the last bit of sanity he had left.

He raised his fists towards the sky, over his head. Clasping his fists together, he smashed them furiously down toward Ye Qingzhou like a meteor hammer.

Ye Qingzhou moved instantly as Red Moon Saint Master Dio's conjoint iron hammer smashed down.

His figure suddenly became elusive, with muscles vibrating like high-speed trembling bowstrings, and his ten fingers moved like thousands of Sword Threads, with the dense Sword Gangs turning soft around his fingers, firing relentlessly upwards.

Dio's fist slowed, as if struck by an endless series of rolling waves, with crackling force upon his armored forearms, layer upon layer. That weighty force was constantly being dissipated.

Finally, it was blocked by a single punch, suspended in mid-air.

Blood gushed from the surface of the armor in torrents, covered in countless cracks.

Dio's high and fearsome figure in armor remained frozen in a punching pose, like a massive statue. There was no beauty, only power, the exaggerated flow of muscles full of strength.

But at this moment, there was not the slightest will to fight or intent to kill on Dio's face, only endless bewilderment and fear: "My lord is actually fallen!?"

The Death Knight representing death actually died!

"It seems your master is dead, and has fallen to the ground to become a loot crate, how pathetically tragic."

Ye Qingzhou could see that Saint Master Red Moon had gone mad, all his painstaking plans have fallen apart with the death of his lifelong deity.

In despair, Saint Master Red Moon Dio now wanted to take someone down with him.

When Dio swung down his united iron fists, Ye Qingzhou moved.

His form instantly became elusive, with muscles vibrating at high frequency like bowstrings, flicking ten thousand Sword Threads with his fingers. Then the densely packed Sword Gangs turned into supple intertwining softness, resembling pouring mercury, all launching upward in an aggressive assault.

Dio's fist slowed, the force from the Armored Gauntlet echoed with a crackling sound like numerous surging waves, layer upon layer, one after another. That immense weight was continuously diminished.

Finally, it was stopped, suspended in mid-air.