Beigong Wushuang fished out a piece of purple jade and passed it to Yun Yang. "Brother Yun, this jade slip contains all the information about the Sons of Holy Scions and their followers. Whether it's their cultivation base, combat strength, appearance, affiliation, cultivation method, killing technique, or even temperament … it's all described in detail."
His smile was adorable and amiable. "This is also part of our agreement."
Yun Yang accepted it and said, "Oh?" Then, he inserted his deific consciousness into it to check, not suspecting anything.
"I've agreed to Brother Yun's conditions a long time ago. Our alliance is witnessed by heaven's oath …" Beigong Wushuang chuckled. "To be honest, Brother Yun, all the information about me and my followers is also included in this jade slip. There are very few omissions."
Yun Yang laughed and said, "I've witnessed Brother Beigong's sincerity. Let's have a pleasant cooperation."
With the heaven's oath in place, the information could not be false.
Yun Yang paused and said, "Don't worry, Brother Beigong. I've always remembered the conditions I've agreed to."
Just as he said this, Beigong Wushuang suddenly said faintly, "Is that so?"
Before his words echoed in the air, he suddenly waved his hand and attacked with the other two people beside him. Two Saint Lords, one on the left and one on the right, stabbed their sabers and swords into Yun Yang's left and right ribs. The moment the weapons entered his body, mystical Qi exploded. The two men reacted quickly and let go of their weapons. Instead of retreating, they advanced, their palms landing hundreds of palm strikes on Yun Yang's body like a thunderstorm.
On the other hand, Beigong Wushuang, who was standing right in front of him, flicked his hands and a short sword materialized. It was laced with a strong air of death and destruction as it pierced through Yun Yang's forehead. Then, he pressed his palm against Yun Yang's chest like a bolt of lightning. A gust of sinister mystical Qi surged into his heart!
Beigong Wushuang did not stop after his successful attack. He had already retreated a hundred feet away. Looking at Yun Yang with a grin, he nodded and smiled. "Brother Yun, I'm sorry."
The trio's joint attack was so abrupt that Yun Yang, who was caught off guard, could not react in time. He froze as if he had been struck by lightning.
His body had suddenly suffered so many heavy blows, but he did not seem to be able to react. Blood continued to flow from his mouth. He raised his head shakily, his eyes still filled with confusion. He looked at Beigong Wushuang and murmured, "Why?"
Beigong Wushuang said apologetically, "Brother Yun, thank you for accepting my sincerity. Our cooperation has been genuine from the start. I also sincerely hope that if I can't kill you, you can help me get rid of a few opponents. If I can't kill you, then there's no harm and we can benefit each other … But my ultimate goal is still to kill you. The only difference is that there is no chance. here. Yang's word for me. of of. Beigong Of Wushuang. and for Yang.
"Yun …" Yun Yang of a smile.
The light in his eyes quickly dissipated, and even his pupils continued to dilate. He muttered, "So … this information, this information, is also fake?"
"How can it be fake?" Beigong Wushuang said. This information is all true, it can't be any more true. When I was interacting with Brother Yun, I didn't lie to Brother Yun at all. Otherwise, how could I have escaped the punishment of the heavens … I'm really sorry that a hero like Brother Yun actually died in my hands. "
"Hahahaha …" Yun Yang chuckled softly. "Yes, yes, I'm very disappointed as well … If I were to die in the hands of other Sons of God, I could still accept it, but why did it have to be you, the sons of the Palace Lord, who want to kill me? Dongfang Xingchen is the same. Are you the same? "
Beigong Wushuang said apologetically, "I'm sorry. Rest in peace, Brother Yun. I'll chop off your head after you close your eyes. You won't feel any pain this way. It's the only thing I can do for you. "
Yun Yang chuckled. "You've never died. How do you know you won't feel pain?"
Beigong Wushuang's expression changed. "You … why aren't you dead yet?"
Yun Yang sighed. "I've disappointed you, Holy Son Beigong."
He slowly straightened his body. First, the bloody hole on his forehead disappeared. Then, the serious injuries from the sword and saber disappeared as well.
Under Beigong Wushuang's horrified gaze, Yun Yang shook his head and cracked his neck, producing a series of cracking noises.
His right hand glowed and a saber appeared in it. His left hand stretched out and a flute appeared in the air.
"How … how are you still alive?" Beigong Wushuang was shocked. "Weren't you sealed by the Demon Race? How can you still use such a mystical art? "
Yun Yang said lightly, "You really shouldn't be worrying about this. What you should be thinking about now is whether or not you'll die a painful death. "
In the next moment, Beigong Wushuang turned to flee.
"Young Palace Lord, run!"
The two Saint Monarchs beside him rushed forward like mad tigers to stop them.
A ferocious glint flashed in Yun Yang's eyes. The rage that he had been suppressing all this while erupted abruptly. Waving the purple jade flute in his left hand, two purple jade flutes materialized in the air and flew towards the two Saints.
Yun Yang himself chased after Beigong Wushuang without any resistance.
Just as he gave chase, two soft popping sounds came from his left and right. The two Saint Lords had vanished into thin air!
Their souls were destroyed and they were beyond redemption.
After killing the enemy in one strike, the two purple jade flutes in the air disappeared as well.
Yun Yang, on the other hand, looked slightly pale. He kept the purple jade flute without a word.
The purple jade flute's power was immense and invincible, but the mystical Qi required to activate it was also unbelievably high. With Yun Yang's current mental and mystical energy, he could only activate the purple jade flute to attack once even if he gave it his all.
After that, he would need to wait for it to fully recover before he could activate it again. If he forcefully activated it, it would inevitably hurt his foundation.
When the purple jade flute moved just now, the mystical Qi in his dantian was almost emptied. If it were not for the endless spiritual energy in his deific consciousness space that was replenishing his dantian, Yun Yang might not even have the strength to stand …
Yun Yang activated the Endless Divine Art and followed behind Beigong Wushuang at a moderate pace. They were only a few hundred feet apart, but he did not go any closer, only making sure that he did not fall behind.
He chased after Beigong Wushuang.
At the same time, he felt the mystical Qi in his dantian recovering rapidly …
"Today is a good day, a good day to settle debts of gratitude and enmity!" Yun Yang felt the Qi of karma gushing into his body. His gaze grew colder and colder.
Yun Yang and Beigong Wushuang chased relentlessly, moving as fast as lightning or as fast as a shooting star. Just then, a silhouette appeared to intercept them. "Stop!"
A sword light came at Yun Yang faster than the speed of sound.
Yun Yang snorted. Saber Truth: Destiny Blade, Door of Life and Death, was unleashed at his will.
Although Beigong Wushuang was a Son of Saint, it was already the limit for his guards to have the strength of a third level Holy Lord. With Yun Yang's current ability, it was an absolute suppression. How could there be a fluke in killing him with a single strike?
With a swing of the saber, the intruder perished. Wherever Yun Yang passed, the remnant of the person's soul was annihilated as well.
A third level Holy Lord could not even delay Yun Yang by a single step. His soul and spirit were both destroyed at once, beyond redemption!
Beigong Wushuang fled in front, his expression full of fear. How could he not feel the dark clouds of death looming over his head?
He was running for his life, hoping to get away from this cloud of death.
However, with every step he took and every moment he fled, he felt the atmosphere of death grow thicker.
Yet, he had to run and struggle!
With the God of Death behind him, if he did not run or struggle, he would be destroyed with a snap of his fingers!
He was filled with regret, indescribable regret.
He should not have targeted Yun Yang at all. With the previous agreement, as long as he did not take the initiative to target Yun Yang, he would be fine even if all the Sons of Saint died. At that time, he would perhaps be the biggest winner!
Yet, why did he have to take things so hard and … make a move?
Yun Yang had been following behind him. Although he was chasing after him, he did not strike a fatal blow.
Beigong Wushuang knew very well that it was not that Yun Yang was not strong enough, but if Yun Yang attacked, he would die!
However, Yun Yang did not make a move, only following him at a steady pace. His murderous intent grew thicker and thicker bit by bit.
Along the way, Beigong Wushuang's followers continued to charge towards Yun Yang, the continent's hero. However, there were no exceptions. No one was able to block Yun Yang's path, and all of them perished without a trace of their lives left.
Yun Yang's gaze grew colder.
At this moment, he unleashed the peerless power of the Endless Divine Art, activating the Divine Edge with all his might and wielding the Divine Edge!
The true power of the Divine Edge was revealed. All weapons that came into contact with it were shattered instantly!
All the experts who charged over perished under the Divine Edge!
Once the blade was unleashed, life and death were decided. There was no telling who would win or lose; there was no mercy at all.
Yun Yang followed closely behind Beigong Wushuang, staying close to him. Those who came to stop him perished under his blade.
The journey finally came to an end. The Supreme Tower's courtyard was already in sight.
It was the residence of Dongfang XingChen and the other Sons of Saint. Along the way, the commotion caused by the battle had long alerted the people in the courtyard.
Silhouettes flew into the air. Dongfang XingChen stood at the forefront, dressed in snow-white robes. Looking up, he saw Beigong Wushuang running for his life. Seeing Dongfang XingChen and the others from afar, Beigong Wushuang screamed, "Save me! Quick, save me! "
Dongfang XingChen, Yu Zhenxiao, and the rest looked from afar. Behind Beigong Wushuang, a purple silhouette slowly approached amidst a cloud of dust.
The newcomer was dressed in a purple robe and wore a mask. Who else could it be if not Universe Supreme Yun Yang?
Amidst the dust, Beigong Wushuang's last follower forcefully interposed between the two, waving his blade and striking.
Lord Supreme Cloud, who was advancing forcefully, waved his long blade. No one could see how he executed the move, but this Saint was instantly sliced into two. As Yun Yang's figure moved smoothly past the two halves of the corpse, a stream of soul energy was about to rise. Suddenly, an emerald green vine emerged from Yun Yang's body. It was as transparent as jade, sweeping through the air and wrapping up the spirit body, retrieving it.
In midair, the spirit body let out a blood-curdling scream before disappearing completely.
Then, the emerald green vine disappeared without a trace.
Yun Yang, who had killed his enemy with a single strike, continued to move forward, chasing after Beigong Wushuang at a distance of three to four hundred feet.
Beigong Wushuang's movements gradually slowed down. Panting heavily, he suddenly pounced on the high wall and cried out, "Save me …" In front of him was the other Son of Devil Palace of the Northern Wilderness, Nantian Yun.
Based on Beigong Wushuang's cultivation base, running from the scene of the incident to here should not even be considered a trivial matter. At the very least, he should not be panting like this. It was as if someone had done that to him for a very, very long time, and his body felt severely drained. The root cause was that his heart had broken down, and he was in a constant state of anxiety. Naturally, he was in an extremely bad condition.
Nantian Yun's expression changed, and he was about to step aside. As a fellow Son of Devil Palace, even if he did not get along with Beigong Wushuang on the surface, he would not kick him when he was down at such a critical juncture.
Just then, an indifferent voice rang out from behind Beigong Wushuang, "Beigong Wushuang, don't think that you've escaped. I will never go back on my word. Open your eyes wide and prepare yourself. Feel the taste of death, whether it's painful or not …"
"Watch carefully! This is what I'm saying to you! "
The saber light flashed!
The first to bear the brunt of the attack was … Nantian Yun. His face was filled with confusion and panic as he flew up without any warning. Before his soul had even appeared, the emerald green vine that everyone had already noticed earlier appeared once again and swept him away.
Nantian Yun's head spun in the air as it fell. Beigong Wushuang subconsciously stretched out his hands and caught Nantian Yun's head in his palms. His eyes met Nantian Yun's wide and empty eyes, and he felt an inexplicable fear welling up in his heart.
Beigong Wushuang shuddered and loosened his grip. Nantian Yun's head fell to the ground at once and rolled away.
The sound of the head falling was not very loud, but it seemed to ring directly in everyone's hearts. No one was not shocked!
All the Sons of Saint, without exception, shuddered and looked down hurriedly. They saw Nantian Yun's head rolling a few times on the ground before it stopped and looked up at the sky.
This was the first Son of Saint to die in Night City tonight!
Yun Yang had killed Nantian Yun with a single strike of his saber!
In that instant, all the Saints present were dumbfounded.
"Are you satisfied now, Beigong Wushuang? Nantian Yun's death means I've fulfilled my promise to you. You can go on your way with peace of mind! "
The saber light shone even brighter. It was as if it was shimmering with splendor, flowing lights and vibrant colors flew up.
Wherever the saber light passed, a large, transparent hole immediately appeared in Beigong Wushuang's chest. His head immediately flew into the sky, and a perfectly round column of blood spurted out from his neck. His body swayed a few times, and he collapsed to the ground.
At this moment, after personally witnessing such a bloody scene, even DongFang XingChen's eyes were filled with fear of the situation spiraling out of control.
Other than being a Holy Son, Beigong Wushuang was also the son of the Northern Wilderness Demon Palace's Palace Lord. However, Yun Yang had killed him without any hesitation!
Doesn't that mean … to me …
… …
He had updated it too late and had written in the wrong direction. He had written that Beigong was not dead and that Yun Yang could not bear to see the three palace lords die without a bloodline. After he had finished writing, the more he read, the more he felt that something was amiss, so he had deleted everything and killed it directly …
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Chapter 486: Killing Son of Saint
Beheading Beigong!
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