Yun Yang walked over slowly, one step at a time.
His purple robes looked like he had walked out of a boundless sea of blood. In the eyes of the crowd, he was glowing like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. At the same time, an overwhelming murderous aura surrounded him.
Every step he took on the ground produced a clear sound, like the war drums of the Grim Reaper, ringing heavily in the hearts of the crowd.
When he was about a hundred feet away from the wall, Yun Yang finally stopped in his tracks. Lifting his head, he nodded slowly and said, "Everyone is here."
There were about thirty to forty people up there, all glaring angrily at him.
Among them, the ones who attracted the most attention were the Chosen.
Dongfang Xingchen, Yu Zhenxiao, An Xinyu, Ximen Huanyu, Jia Shixiong, Feng Potian, and the Demonic Palace of the North...
Yun Yang rubbed his nose, surprised to find that the Chosen of the Demonic Palace of the North was nowhere to be seen. Out of the four Chosen of the Demonic Palace of the North, other than the two he had killed, the remaining two were not here. ...
Yun Yang had a very clear understanding now – anyone who was here now wanted to kill him. Therefore, it was reasonable for him to kill anyone who tried to kill him.
"Yun Yang!" Dongfang Xingchen bellowed in exasperation, "How dare you!"
Dongfang Xingchen had always considered himself to be the next palace lord of the Eastern Celestial Palace, and he was also proud of this identity. He had never believed that anyone would dare to kill the son of the current palace lord of the Eastern Celestial Palace, be it the Chosen or anyone else. This was his bottom line, but now... he dared not think about it anymore.
Beigong Wushuang's status was similar to his, or even identical. Then, how could Yun Yang, who dared to kill Beigong Wushuang, not dare to kill him? Another Chosen of the other three palaces, the son of the current palace lord?
Yun Yang raised his eyes tiredly and said faintly, "Shut up! I've already killed him, why are you still screaming? "
Dongfang Xingchen only felt an unprecedented murderous aura rushing towards him. His mouth and nose could not help but freeze, unable to speak.
Yun Yang looked at Dongfang Xingchen, a trace of pity in his eyes, and said faintly, "Dongfang Xingchen, do you know that among all the Chosen, the one I don't want to kill the most is you?"
DongFang XingChen's face was pale, and he forced a smile, "Lord Supreme Cloud is too kind, XingChen has always seen Lord Supreme Cloud as a role model."
Yun Yang smiled faintly. "I don't want to kill you because you're Dongfang Haoran's son. Palace Lord Dongfang has taken good care of me. If it's not necessary, I don't want to upset him. No matter how high one's cultivation base is or how open-minded one is, the pain of losing one's son is still an unbearable price to pay."
"So, from that night onwards, even though your life was clearly in my hands, I didn't make a move. Or, did you and the rest of you really think that I wouldn't dare to kill you because of your identities as Saints?!"
"The so-called Saint is nothing in my eyes. He's not even worth a fart!"
"But of all the things you shouldn't have done … you shouldn't have refused to give up." Yun Yang shook his head and sighed. "There's a saying in this world that goes … don't turn back until you hit the wall. If it were someone else, they would've sent more than a dozen Saint Lords to kill me and they still couldn't kill me. Even if they sent a fourth level Saint Lord, they would've returned empty-handed.
Dongfang XingChen's face grew paler and paler.
His lips trembled as he looked at Yun Yang, his eyes filled with fear.
He could hear that Yun Yang's murderous aura was growing stronger as he spoke.
"But you're different. You're very tenacious, you're persistent, you keep fighting despite your failures. You've hit the wall repeatedly, yet you still refuse to give up. Now, even a Saint has been invited by you … I'm really puzzled. Why do you want to kill me at all costs? Is it just because I threaten your position? "
"From the beginning to the end, you've never thought about who the person you want to kill is or what he's done for this continent!"
"The only thing you think about is yourself, your own interests, and your own position."
"What hero, what hero? In your eyes, they're all worthless."
Yun Yang's voice grew more agitated as he said, "Today, I suddenly understand that I shouldn't have let you go. I've let you go again and again. Not only have I let myself down, I've let your father down as well. If you continue to live, your father will only suffer more in the future and bear more humiliation. It's better to get the pain over with than to prolong it. He can't make up his mind to kill you … "
Yun Yang said quietly, "Then, I'll help him!"
It was not only Dongfang XingChen, but Ximen Huanyu and the other Saints were also pale.
Yun Yang's words were not only directed at Dongfang XingChen, but also at the few of them. Dongfang XingChen still had the identity of the Eastern Celestial Palace's young lord, Dongfang Haoran's son. They did not even have this connection.
An Xinyu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as she said, "Let's go together and kill him!"
Ximen Huanyu shouted at the same time, "Perhaps no one is his opponent in a one-on-one fight, but let's go together. I don't believe that we can't defeat him alone. If we don't risk our lives now, when will we?"
With the command, more than forty top-notch experts in Supreme Tower brandished their weapons in unison and charged towards Yun Yang from all directions as they cheered for a fight.
Yun Yang hollered. Good timing!
With a flash of purple light, Yun Yang did not use the purple jade flute anymore. Instead, he hung it on his belt and held the Divine Edge in his hand. Like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, he charged forward without backing down.
As the attacks rained down from all directions, the Blade of Heaven's Will suddenly expanded, turning into a long saber that was no less than a hundred feet long. Like a bolt of lightning in the clear sky, it swept past, and in the blink of an eye, ninety-eight slashes followed!
Clang, clang, clang …
It was only a moment of contact, but the countless weapons of the Saints broke into pieces without exception.
Since Yun Yang's debut, there had never been any weapon that could compete with the Divine Edge. Today was no exception. As countless weapons shattered, blood spurted into the sky.
It had only been a moment, but the Holy Son's side had already suffered heavy casualties. Yun Yang's cultivation base was far superior, and he was complemented by the divine blade. Coupled with the Endless Divine Art and his marvelous saber skills, who could stop him? He was invincible!
A moment later, a series of tragic cries rang out, "Saints, leave quickly!"
Everyone present was a top-notch cultivator. They quickly came to a conclusion – they could not do anything to Yun Yang even if they were to gang up on him. At most, they could only slow him down slightly. As the leaders of their side, when were the Saints going to leave if not now?
But leave?
An inexplicable expression flashed across the faces of the Chosen Saints. If they still could not kill Yun Yang this time, then they would not have another chance in this lifetime. Moreover, they had completely offended him. Even if they could temporarily escape today, what about tomorrow?
From the lofty Saints, would they become a street rat that everyone hated?
Facing a Supreme Cloud who could step into the Bound of Universe's pinnacle Saint cultivation base at any time, who could rest easy?
Ximen Huanyu shouted, "Attack together!"
Dongfang Xingchen drew his sword and hollered, "Kill him!"
All the Chosen were of one mind at this moment, and they all rushed out together.
Naturally, the cultivation base of the Saints was not low.
Dongfang Xingchen's cultivation base was the cream of the crop, having already reached the pinnacle of a second level Saint Lord. Leading the charge, his side's morale was greatly boosted.
Forty-six Saint Lords surrounded Yun Yang and fought in circles. Their fists, palms, claws, and legs were all exerted with all their might!
Facing the sea of attacks formed by the world's top-notch combat power, Yun Yang was not the slightest bit afraid. Saber Truth: Destiny Blade was executed slowly, each move like a bolt of lightning that could split the heaven and earth. The battle fell into a stalemate.
Although the chances of forty odd people killing Yun Yang were slim, their combined combat power was clear for all to see. It was impossible for Yun Yang to defeat so many people in such a short amount of time, not to mention that the other party had all decided to fight with their lives on the line. Instead, Yun Yang seemed to be at a disadvantage!
At this moment, a shadow appeared on top of the wall. His eyes shone brightly as he glared at Yun Yang.
His eyes, which were like dead ashes, were paying close attention to this huge battle. His entire body was like a shadow that was attached to the top of the wall. In the next moment, he disappeared from the top of the wall and turned into nothingness.
…
Yun Yang did not take a single step back. He countered every move that came his way, his saber light flashing as he protected himself and blocked the enemy's attacks.
Even though he was surrounded and attacked by countless experts who were giving their all, wishing that they could kill Yun Yang with a single strike, Yun Yang's heart was still as calm as ice. The weapons, fists, and palms that came at him from all directions were like projections that had been rehearsed in his mind beforehand. He was crystal clear about the subsequent changes of each move and style.
His heart was like a calm well, reflecting the enemy's attacks clearly.
In fact, the state of mind of every single person when they attacked and the changes in their emotions could be reflected in this clear well. It was a subtle feeling that everything in the world was under his control.
"This is the pinnacle state of mind of a Saint Lord … Everything is in the heart, untainted by the mundane world!"
Realization dawned upon Yun Yang.
At that moment, a silhouette pounced forward like a bolt of lightning. Where Yun Yang's long saber passed, the other party's weapon had already been sliced in half. At the same time, he had a feeling that this person would not retreat but advance instead, charging into Yun Yang's embrace in a desperate attempt to fight with his life on the line. Yun Yang wanted to kill the other party with his saber, but as the thought flashed through his mind, he had an ominous feeling …
It was as if there was a great threat that had been hiding in the dark and had yet to make a move, but it was glaring at him like a lion preying on a rabbit …
Therefore, the saber's momentum was unexpectedly slow.
When experts exchanged blows, a split second was the difference between life and death. The silhouette took advantage of this slight delay to successfully charge into Yun Yang's saber web. While he was slashed by the web of saber web that protected him, he threw a palm strike at Yun Yang's chest with all his might. With a roar, Yun Yang chopped the person into two, but he could not help but stagger and take a step back.
Seeing that their side had gained the upper hand, the forty or so experts who were involved in the siege surged forward in high spirits.
Although Yun Yang's strength was unparalleled, there was a limit to one's strength. The moment just now had proven this point. The best opportunity to kill Yun Yang was now!
While Yun Yang endured the heavy palm strike, he felt the pressure multiply and the situation of the battle took a sudden turn for the worse.
Yun Yang, who was forced into a disadvantageous position, threw out two styles and four styles at the same time, attempting to turn the tide. However, he could not help but take three steps back under the relentless attack. Seeing that Yun Yang was at a disadvantage, the opponent pressed forward again. Even the broken sabers, swords, and weapons that had been broken were used to form a dense killing net in front of Yun Yang. It was as if thousands of soldiers were attacking; the sabers slashed, the blades slashed, and the swords pierced through the heart.
"Kill him! Kill him! "
Dongfang Xingchen bellowed, "Art of Blazing Blood!"
With a loud boom, a second-grade Saint Monarch pounced forward without hesitation, forcefully resisting Yun Yang's Divine Edge with his body of flesh and blood. While his body was pierced by the divine edge, he detonated his own body.
It was a self-detonation technique of a Saint Lord!
Yun Yang grunted and retreated again. This time, he even began to stagger a little.
However, the emerald green vine that had appeared repeatedly appeared out of thin air once more. With a twist and turn in the air, it had already collected all the souls in the field.
Faced with this scene, Dongfang Xingchen and the others were inexplicably shocked, but they had no time to think about it. If Yun Yang did not die now, it would be them. Whether or not their souls were destroyed was no longer the main point. They were only stunned for a moment before they resumed their attacks, this time stronger than before!
Yun Yang, on the other hand, almost started cursing.
Emmie!
This little glutton actually came out at this time to take advantage of the situation. Can't you look at the situation and judge the situation?
"Emmie!"
Yun Yang bellowed in his consciousness, "You, you, you … Can't you wait for a while?"
Do you really think I'm at a disadvantage and have no time to deal with the remnant souls? This young master is wholeheartedly setting up a trap to lure out the fellow who's hiding in the corner and has yet to make a move … You, on the other hand, swung your vines to collect the spoils of war. What should I do if I startle him?
"Ayaya …" Emmie knew that it had made a mistake. Its leaves and vines curled into a ball at once, covering its face as it cried out softly, "Ah … Ayaya …"
Yun Yang sighed in frustration.
Like owner, like pet. Yun Yang's way of doing things had always been nine feet high, and he was in no position to criticize Emmie. At least, he was not in the position to be so righteous!
…
The strange shadow that had been lurking at the end of the bridge had already infiltrated the battlefield. Following the Saint Lords' battle cries, it moved among the Saint Lords' shadows without anyone noticing.
From this shadow, it moved to another shadow and then to another, probably approaching Yun Yang step by step.
Its current position was extremely close to Yun Yang; it was only a step away from Yun Yang. In fact, it was already ready to attack.
However, at this delicate juncture, a sudden throbbing feeling that originated from the soul emerged. The strange shadow shuddered, almost losing its soul.
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