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As Yan Zhaoge's palm descended, Yang Zhaozhen raised his hands, finally managing to block Yan Zhaoge's palm as he was barely not slain by that palm!
However, as he blocked Yan Zhaoge's palm, the bones of Yang Zhaozhen's entire body emitted explosive crackling sounds!
It was as if innumerable fine metals were shattering and collapsing at the same time.
The acupoints of Yang Zhaozhen's entire body trembled as streams of terrifying green flames spurted out from them.
However, just having lit up, the green flames were extinguished in succession in an instant.
A boom resounded as Yang Zhaozhen's entire body shortened, his knees weakened from this palm of Yan Zhaoge's as he nearly knelt down!
He roared madly, the terrifying qi and blood of his body erupting as he tried to stand up straight.
However, the pressure from above instead forced his body downwards even further, the bones of his entire body bending together.
Yang Zhaozhen wanted to forcibly endure it, yet was completely unable to do so. If he did so, the result would be his entire body's bones being crushed.
Yan Zhaoge pressed down on Yang Zhaozhen with his palm. Looking at Yang Zhaozhen's already flushed face, he smiled as he raised his other hand.
Beneath Yang Zhaozhen's despairing gaze, Yan Zhaoge executed the Cyclic Heavenly Seal with both palms, striking down towards his head.
A 'boom' resounded as the sound of explosions resounded from within Yang Zhaozhen's body!
Then, the sounds of bones breaking resounded unceasingly, ceaselessly resounding by the ear.
Yang Zhaozhen opened his mouth, yet was unable to utter any sound at all as a great amount of fresh blood spurted out.
All the blood of his entire body seemed to be squeezed out at this moment, seeping out from every single pore of his body as he was dyed completely in blood.
All the bones of his entire body shattered, his internal organs all reduced to a pool of blood.
The green stone fire began burning uncontrollably within Yang Zhaozhen's body.
Within the Myriad Dragon Palace, Yan Zhaoge calmly retracted his palm, watching as Yang Zhaozhen's body broke apart before him, blood and fire scattering.
Elsewhere, the Imperious Cold Martial Armour and the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear were still entangled. However, Yan Zhaoge was already no longer concerned about them. No matter how much they fought, it was still within the Myriad Dragon Palace. Even if the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear had thoughts of its own and wanted to flee, it would not be able to do so.
Yan Zhaoge turned and pushed open the great gate of the Myriad Dragon Palace, walking out, looking down at the people of Labour Wind City.
Everyone within the city raised their heads to gaze at the Myriad Dragon Palace that loomed majestically in the air.
With Yan Zhaoge and Yang Zhaozhen having entered, there was no one who wouldn't be concerned about the outcome.
Although Yang Zhaozhen had been beaten to the point of covering his head and fleeing, the people's inherent respect for Martial Saints still made them feel uneasy.
Still, seeing Yan Zhaoge remain calm as he pushed open the door of the Myriad Dragon Palace and walked out as though nothing had happened, everyone knew the result of this battle.
As a Martial Grandmaster, Yan Zhaoge had surpassed levels to slay a Martial Saint expert, the Phoenix Bearing General of the Grand Xuan Dynasty, 'Fire Roc' Yang Zhaozhen!
The Transcendent Martial Grandmaster in front of him was not only ridiculously young, but his cultivation was also exceedingly high.
Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu were not the only ones, but the others could not help but feel a little dazed at this moment.
The Dim Darkness Sect's Zhang Qiansong was currently staring wide-eyed at Yan Zhaoge in mid-air, completely unable to speak.
Hearing Yan Zhaoge mention the deaths of Deng Sen and the others of the Radiant Light Sect earlier, Zhang Qiansong had felt shocked. Still, it had not been completely verified at the end of the day.
Also, from Zhang Qiansong's understanding, that was the work of Yan Zhaoge's seniors.
As for the Yan Zhaoge before him, as Zhang Qiansong saw it, having already become a Martial Grandmaster at such a young age, he was already a heaven-defying genius.
Never would he have thought that Yan Zhaoge's cultivation base had actually already reached the peak of the tenth level of the Martial Grandmaster realm.
Even less would he have thought that Yan Zhaoge would be powerful enough to actually forcibly slay the Martial Saint expert Yang Zhaozhen.
The process was not complicated, but Zhang Qiansong was rendered wide-eyed and tongue-tied as he watched on, unable to speak for a long time.
Such an age, such a cultivation base, such strength … Zhang Qiansong could not think of a second person in the entire Royal Reed Sea who could achieve this.
His Dim Darkness Sect, the Grand Xuan Dynasty, the Radiant Light Sect and the other powers, even the peak descendants of their direct lineage would not be able to find a Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster who was not yet thirty.
Looking back at the history of the various sects and clans, Zhang Qiansong was at least unable to think of such a shocking figure for the time being.
Yan Zhaoge kept the Dragon Sealing Palace, landing on the ground as he smiled at Zhang Qiansong, "Your sect won't mind me directly killing that Yang Zhaozhen, right? I wonder if your sect has any other arrangements in the Phoenix Bearing Region. "
Realising this, Zhang Qiansong said emotionally, "Everyone has the right to slay the Xuan traitors. Mister Yan having slain him, my sect will naturally not have any objections."
Now that he had regained his wits, his gaze that was on Yan Zhaoge involuntarily turned blazing hot.
Now, Zhang Qiansong truly felt that his Dim Darkness Sect had to rope in Yan Zhaoge and the sect behind him.
The Wei Family Manor was already in a mess.
Those of the Wei Family who had previously been unwilling to act against Yan Zhaoge, Zhang Qiansong and the others could no longer sit still now. Yet, they dared not approach Yan Zhaoge and the others as they were awkwardly caught between a rock and a hard place.
The Patriarch Wei Yunchang was silent, no light visible within his eyes at all.
Even Wei Lang who had been imprisoned earlier was now released as he stared dazedly at this scene before him, resembling a wooden statue made of clay.
"Look, Mister Yan …" Zhang Qiansong observed Yan Zhaoge's expression. Yan Zhaoge shrugged nonchalantly, "Your sect can just deal with it. I had no intention of acting in the first place. It is just that someone is just seeking his own death."
Saying thus, Yan Zhaoge leisurely returned to his room.
Looking at Wei Lang and his father, Zhang Qiansong sighed.
Yan Zhaoge indeed did not care about how the Dim Darkness Sect would deal with the Wei Family.
Comparatively speaking, Yang Zhaozhen's weight was much heavier than theirs. Still, Yan Zhaoge would still not show any mercy.
Very quickly, the people of the Dim Darkness Sect who had come to receive Zhang Qiansong arrived.
Zhang Qiansong first explained Yan Zhaoge's situation. Hearing this, the eyes of his fellow disciples all bulged out of their sockets as they were shocked to the point of being unable to keep their mouths shut.
They hurriedly informed the highest authority of the Dim Darkness Sect in the Phoenix Bearing Region, their Elder, Wang Wenmin, a mid Merging Avatar Martial Saint.
Wang Wenmin had originally been in a standoff with Yang Zhaozhen. Recently, he had been wondering about Yang Zhaozhen's sudden disappearance. Who knew that when he received news of his death, it would already be news of Yang Zhaozhen's death.
What shocked him even more was that Yang Zhaozhen had actually been slain bare-handedly by a Martial Grandmaster!
Wang Wenmin was shocked by this. Having clashed with Yang Zhaozhen many times, he naturally knew that Yang Zhaozhen possessed a low-grade Sacred Artifact, the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear. One with the spear, even if Wang Wenmin himself did not possess a Sacred Artifact, he had still been unable to take down this opponent after clashing a few times.
Yet, someone had told him now that Yang Zhaozhen had been slain by a Martial Grandmaster?
Wang Wenmin's first reaction was disbelief.
Then, hearing that that Martial Grandmaster also possessed a Sacred Artifact, he heaved a sigh of relief, nodding slightly, "No wonder then … this isn't right!"
Even if he had a Sacred Artifact, with Yang Zhaozhen's Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear having been slain by a Martial Grandmaster as a lofty Martial Saint, how could it be any wonder at all!
Even though Wang Wenmin was used to seeing storms, for just that one moment, his mind still buzzed. (To be continued.)
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