Yun Yang had been patient all this while, luring the four of them into his trap. While they were greedy for victory, he detonated the limit of his power, combining the essence of Saber Truth: Destiny Blade, complemented by the Divine Edge, the extracted power of deific consciousness space, and the power of Endless Divine Art. The tables were turned in an instant, turning the tables around!
As Yun Yang's saber aura grew weaker, the saber light that filled the entire space suddenly dissipated. Yun Yang's silhouette reappeared in front of the four Saint Monarchs. Facing the four Saint Monarchs who were recovering, Yun Yang did not say a word. He used the Door of Life and Death, Eighteen Levels of Hell, and engulfed the four Saint Monarchs.
He was now in complete control of the situation!
The four Saint Lords were unwilling to give in, struggling bitterly. However, they were all missing limbs and could not unleash their abilities at all. Even if they put up a desperate struggle, they could not do much. They could only cry out in resentment, "Yun Yang, you're despicable! Despicable … "
Yun Yang had no intention of replying. He did not have the slightest interest in bickering with these four people; it was completely meaningless.
His gaze was cold as he performed the fifth style of Saber Truth: Destiny Blade, over and over again.
The Door of Life and Death, Eighteen Levels of Hell!
Ordinary techniques could not destroy a Saint Lord's body, but this Door of Hell, which was a technique that utilized the power of life, death, and death to its fullest and even triggered the aura of hell to wear them down bit by bit, was the best way to counter a Saint Lord's indestructibility. There was always a way to break it, but indestructibility was not absolute!
Yun Yang's saber aura was endless, enveloping all four of them in his saber light. Every bit of their bodies recovered, he would wear them down with the saber light, causing their condition to worsen. However, due to the power of a Saint Lord, they could not be destroyed!
Yun Yang was in no hurry. These four Saint Lords were all under his control. Everything was under his control.
'You fellows can't recover your bodies, but I can slowly recover my energy. As time goes by, the gap between us will only grow wider. I don't believe I can't wear you fellows down completely!'
'The legendary Saint Lord is said to be unkillable, but I'm going to use up all your cultivation base, all your energy, and all your souls today. Let's see if you fellows will die or not!'
The four lords saw that Yun Yang's aura did not diminish despite his incessant attacks. Instead, it was growing, showing signs of recovery. They were all cultivation experts, so how could they not know what Yun Yang was thinking? Despair filled their hearts at once.
Yun Yang was too ruthless!
If it was a normal battle and he was crippled or shattered, even if his body was torn into ten thousand pieces, as long as he was still in the Bound of Universe, he could still come into contact with the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. His true spirit wouldn't really be destroyed, and there would always be room for recovery!
No matter how long it took, the broken body would eventually gather back together and recover.
However, such a situation had never been encountered since ancient times.
It wasn't that there weren't any Great Monarchs that were killed, but they were all targeted at their true spirits, annihilating their divine souls and even causing their bodies to perish.
Yun Yang, on the other hand, seemed to have created a peculiar atmosphere, as if it had become a world of its own. It was a strange world filled with the Qi of Death of the Netherworld. Every bit of their vitality was being erased. Their shattered bodies and the air of vitality that had been erased had all disappeared in this world, annihilated forever.
The four lords were heartbroken. They knew the current situation very well. Whether they used the Saint Lord's Qi of Immortality to recover their physical bodies or not, the result would be the same. If they gave up on recovering, Yun Yang would naturally mince their bodies bit by bit and stuff them into this horrifying space … to kill them completely!
On the other hand, even if they continued to recover their physical bodies, it was inevitable that Yun Yang would erase them bit by bit. When their energy was depleted, they would still be unable to escape death.
No matter how they advanced or retreated, there was only death awaiting them.
Despite their despair, the four lords refused to give up. They were determined to take a gamble, hoping that Yun Yang would be able to perform a skill similar to the Space of Death for a long period of time. After all, it was such a mystical skill, and the consumption would not be easy. If Yun Yang could not hold on any longer, they might have a chance to escape.
Furthermore, this fellow did not understand the power of law. Without the Space of Death, he could not suppress the four of them by himself.
The four Saint Lords were determined to hold on, recovering their bodies again and again, hoping that Yun Yang would be exhausted.
The truth was as the four Saint Lords had predicted. Yun Yang's prolonged use of the Destiny Blade's fifth style was indeed exhausting. Gradually, he was panting and sweating profusely. His fatigue was obvious, as if he was struggling to keep up.
Of course, Yun Yang's actual condition was not as bad as this. He mobilized the spiritual Qi in his deific consciousness space and channeled it into his meridians. Once his mystical Qi was replenished, he began to recover the Endless Divine Art, using the power of his mystical Qi to continue the process. When his mystical Qi was depleted, the power of the Endless Divine Art would be fully recovered as well …
Such a cycle of depletion of the four's life force was, in fact, to maintain his condition at a relatively peak state at all times.
Currently, he looked like he was about to run out of energy at any time because he was afraid that the four fellows would self-destruct out of desperation. That would be terrible …
Although Yun Yang had the four of them under control and had the upper hand, he did not know the power of law after all, so it was difficult for him to lock down all of their movements. With their cultivation base, if they were determined to self-destruct, Yun Yang could not guarantee that he would not be severely injured even if he managed to avoid it. After all, they were Saint Lords, and four of them at the same time. When they were truly in despair, the extreme power they could unleash was terrifying!
Yun Yang continued to put on a hundred percent of his acting skills as he hastened his movements while panting, hoping to complete this walk on the edge of life and death as soon as possible.
The feeling that Yun Yang gave off now was that he could not hold on any time and fall to the ground, never to get up again. His face grew paler and paler while the light in his eyes grew weaker as well. He was mumbling inwardly, 'Are these Saint Lords so hard to kill?'
He had already performed the Door of Life and Death more than twenty times in total, which meant that he had exhausted them more than twenty times. Yet, the other party was still holding on and holding on. What the f * ck!
The four Saint Lords saw that Yun Yang was gradually losing his strength and their hopes were greatly boosted. Each of them tried their best to hold on, but at the same time, they were filled with regret.
They were full of confidence in this battle, thinking that they had mastered all of Yun Yang's combat tactics and had a considerable assessment of Yun Yang's ability. Never would they have thought that not only had they underestimated him, but they had underestimated him by a huge margin!
The ability that this fellow had displayed in the East Celestial Palace was not even half of what he could unleash now!
This was truly inconceivable!
Could it be that Palace Lord Dongfang was still unable to gain this child's full trust after putting on such an act?
How scheming must he be?
They did not know that Yun Yang had been through too many changes in his early years. Holding back had long become an instinct. Forget Dongfang Haoran, everyone who knew Yun Yang now, including Ji Lingxi, Dong Qitian, and Shi Wuchen … no one knew the true limits of Yun Yang's ability!
This had nothing to do with trust. It was merely the instinctive caution that Yun Yang had cultivated after the incident at Tianxuan Cliff!
"Yun Yang …"
The abilities of the two first-grade Saint Lords were still slightly inferior. Gradually, their bodies were being worn down until they looked like phantoms. Their recovery was getting slower and slower. Even when they tried their best to activate their Qi of Immortality, they could only recover a shoulder after half a day, which was immediately worn down by Yun Yang's attacks.
One of them cried out shrilly, "How much longer can you hold on! Do you want to perish together with us? "
Yun Yang sneered, "It's not a loss for me to perish together! I'm only a half-step Saint Lord. If I can go to the netherworld with two second-level and two first-level Saint Lords, I'll be happy, won't I? "
Yun Yang was out of breath even as he spoke. As he spoke, he struck with his saber with all his might. Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, and he coughed hard, almost losing his grip on the saber in his hand.
"Yun Yang …"
One of the second-level Saint Lords was recovering even slower now. His body was gradually turning transparent. It was a sign that his spirit body had been weakened to its limit. He said loudly, "Now that both sides are suffering, it's disadvantageous to both of us. Why hurt others and hurt ourselves? As long as you stop this trick, we'll pretend that we've never met today. What do you think?"
Yun Yang snorted but did not reply immediately. He seemed to be thinking, and the speed of his saber strike slowed down.
Seeing that Yun Yang seemed to be wavering, the leader of the second-level Saint Lords could not help but feel invigorated. He said, "The few of us have fallen today. Yun Yang, whatever conditions you have, just state them. Today's matter ends here. If we go back, we won't be able to recover for at least three thousand years. We won't be able to pose a threat to you anymore. Why must both sides suffer and fight to the death? "
Yun Yang spat out a mouthful of blood. Coughing, he asked sternly, "You came to kill me for no reason. Now that it's impossible and you're on the brink of death, you want to leave just like that? How can there be such an easy thing in this world? "
The leader said, "What do you want?"
"Hand over all your interspatial storage!"
Yun Yang continued to swing his saber, but he said loudly, "In addition, you have to swear to Heaven that you'll never be my enemy in this life!"
Hearing this, the four of them stopped talking and began to recover their physical bodies.
They were Saint Lords after all. If they were threatened like this, where would their dignity be? What's more, they had to swear to Heaven?
Look at you, who are you trying to scare when you're on the verge of collapsing and can't hold on any time?
After another quarter of an hour, Yun Yang still looked like he was on the verge of collapse. He seemed to be growing weaker, but the power of the Door of Life and Death, Eighteen Levels of Hell, was still as sharp as ever.
At this moment, even the figures of the two Second Grade Saint Monarchs had already become illusory and unreal. They were almost unable to hold on any longer. In such a situation, their bodies were already close to being unable to recover, and they could no longer continue. At this moment, one of them shouted, "That's it!
"Hand over what I want first. Seeing is believing!"
Yun Yang shouted sternly.
The four of them dared not hesitate any longer. Four spatial rings were tossed out at once, landing at Yun Yang's feet.
"There's more!"
Yun Yang was relentless.
The four of them almost spat blood.
There was more?
With their wealth as Saint Lords, they naturally had more than enough. It was common for them to bring a few more spatial rings as a backup when they were out and about, especially when they were out.
Now that things had come to this, they had no choice but to hand over another one each.
"There's more!"
Yun Yang shouted.
"There's no more!"
"Bullsh * t! I don't believe that people like you will lie a second time after telling the first time! " Yun Yang seemed to be filled with righteous indignation as he attacked furiously, obliterating the shoulders and heads of the Saint Lords that had just recovered. This time, it took the four Saint Lords a full quarter of an hour to recover from the ordeal.
"Here! There's really only these! "
Another two spatial rings fell to the ground.
"There's more? I knew I couldn't trust you lot! "Yun Yang yelled," What else? Hand them all over! "
"There's really no more this time!" The four Saint Lords almost spat blood.
"I don't believe it!"
"There's really no more this time! I swear there's no more! "
"Swear then. I'm listening!"
Yun Yang seemed to have made up his mind and did not believe a single word.
Then, another spatial bangle fell to the ground.
"There's more! Then maybe there's more! "
"There's really no more this time …"
"Swear then!"
Helpless, the four lords were forced to swear a heavenly oath that they did not have any more spatial items on them. Yun Yang only stopped when he said sternly, "All of you have to swear again that you will never be my enemy!"
As he spoke, he spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. "Otherwise, I'll burn my life force to kill all of you!"
The four Saint Lords glared at Yun Yang, but they could only swear that they would never be Yun Yang's enemy for the rest of their lives.
It was only then that Yun Yang was finally relieved. He let out a long laugh, "Hahahaha …"
With a flash of his body, Zhuo Ran stood on the ground. From a person who was on the verge of death, he suddenly became as vigorous as a dragon and ferocious as a tiger. A monstrous aura surged out. "Since there's nothing left, then all of you can go to hell!"
The saber light flashed, splitting the souls of the two second level Saint Lords into two halves.
"You …"
"You're not hurt?"
The few lords were overwhelmed with grief and indignation. They had never thought that Yun Yang would actually do such a thing, nor did they think that Yun Yang's previous state was all an act.
Yun Yang snorted coldly and struck with his saber.
How could the four Great Monarchs not know that they had been tricked? They attacked with all their might. "We'll fight it out with you! You liar … "
But the moment they counterattacked, four purple lightning pillars swiftly formed in the clear sky. Then, with a series of rumbling sounds, they struck the four Soul Bodies at the same time!
Boom!
The souls of the four Great Monarchs, which were already abnormally weak, immediately vanished into thin air.
They had sworn an oath to Heaven and had been witnessed by Heaven's Will to not be Yun Yang's enemy. Now that they had made a move, they would naturally be punished by Heaven's Wrath. Their souls would be smashed into pieces by Heaven's Tribulation Thunder and they would be deader than dead.
In the next moment, Emmie appeared. A vine forcefully searched the void three thousand feet around them, collecting all the overflowing spiritual energy of the four lords back into the deific consciousness space.
For a moment, extremely dense karma energy rushed into the divine sense space!
…
Lt; desperately wanted to be fast, but still stumbled until now. Sigh. >
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