Yan Zhaoge strode atop space, standing behind Qing Shuzi.
He extended a hand, his index and middle fingers standing side by side like a sword, his fingertips jabbing at Qing Shuzi's temples.
The brutal sword radiance pierced through Qing Shuzi's brain, piercing right through his skull and emerging from the other side of his temple.
This peak expert of the ninth level of the Martial Saint realm perished within the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation just like that.
In the entire World beyond Worlds, Qing Shuzi was publicly acknowledged as the expert with the greatest hope of attaining the Human Exalt stage within a short period of time.
With the potential that he had displayed at his age, he even had hopes of becoming a Martial Monarch.
Not only was his current strength superior, but he also had a bright future ahead of Peng He, Zhang Shuren, and Guan Lide.
But life was impermanent, and swords had no eyes. After today's battle, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. No matter how great his future was, it was all for naught.
Seeing Qing Shuzi's lifeless body plummeting downwards from mid-air, Yan Zhaoge shook his head slightly.
He descended as well, and the muddy waters of the Yellow River below parted.
There, Zhang Shuren was suppressed by the Extreme Yang Seal. He could only barely hold on, unable to push the Extreme Yang Seal away.
As the Yellow River of Nine Bends Formation continued to corrode him, his cultivation level and strength continued to drop, and he became more and more powerless.
At this moment, he just happened to see Qing Shuzi's corpse fall into the water. He could not help but feel sorrow and despair.
Then, Yan Zhaoge's face appeared before his eyes.
"I didn't expect it, didn't expect it …" Zhang Shuren was calm at this moment. He just kept shaking his head. "You killed Martial Nephew Li Jin, helped the southeastern Golden Court Mountain capture Martial Nephew Wang Hui, and ruined Zhaohui's plan to bring back the phoenix bone. At that time, no one in our sect thought that things would end up like this."
"It's only been six years, not even seven …"
Yan Zhaoge was even calmer as he seemed to be having a casual chat with Zhang Shuren, "It was a little longer than that. For around three years, this Yan spent it in a lower world where time flowed faster than in the World beyond Worlds."
"For me, from the time I killed your sect's disciple until now, about eleven or twelve years have passed."
Zhang Shuren heaved a long sigh. "Eleven, twelve years … Haha, what a good eleven, twelve years! Compared to you, old people like us have lived our entire lives in vain. "
"But don't be too complacent. Qing Shuzi, who just died at your hands, will often make others feel the same way."
At this moment, the old man's body was hunched, and he couldn't bear the burden anymore.
However, there was only indifference on his face at this moment. "Those who kill will always be killed. There will always be someone stronger than you. You are stronger than us, so you can kill us. However, there will always be someone stronger than you. Let's see who will kill you!"
Up above, the Extreme Yang Seal transformed into a brilliant sun, its radiance dazzling even above the nine bends of the dim yellow river.
However, the scorching sunlight also turned into destructive flames that gradually engulfed Zhang Shuren's body.
Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly, "At least, it's not you."
Zhang Shuren's body was swallowed by the blazing sun.
A clear phoenix cry rang out from the embers of the flames, and a figure gradually reappeared.
Yan Zhaoge did not even look carefully as he struck out with a palm.
Phoenix Ritual Mountain's Wutong Slope's experts underwent nirvanic rebirth. Under normal circumstances, after being reborn, one's cultivation level and strength would be no different from before they were reborn. It wasn't as simple as preserving one's life.
But now that he had been reborn in the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, the negative effects of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation still existed.
After undergoing nirvanic rebirth, Zhang Shuren's cultivation base and strength had still been greatly whittled down as he was only roughly equivalent to when he had been at the seventh level of the Martial Saint realm.
As Yan Zhaoge's palm descended, bolstered by four Virtues and wielded by the Wutong Divine Palm, Zhang Shuren was hard pressed to withstand it.
This longtime elder of Phoenix Ritual Mountain's Wutong Slope had followed in the footsteps of his fellow disciple, Peng He, and died in the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation.
Gusts of chilly wind blew and black fog covered the sky. Only the murky dark yellow river was surging.
That Riding Wind Heavenly Vessel that was close to breaking apart completely disintegrated at this moment.
The broken pieces of wood from the ship floated on the surface of the river, but as the waves rose and fell, they gradually sank and were swallowed by the river.
On the ship, Daoist Leading Mist, Yuan Xiancheng, and the other southern martial practitioners were drowned by the nine bends of the Yellow River along with the sunken ship, vanishing without a trace.
Yuan Xiancheng used his left eye to refine the Phoenix Doppelganger, so he still had a chance to undergo Nirvana.
But at this moment, it had lost all meaning.
Standing atop the turbid waves that surged to the heavens, Yan Zhaoge silently watched all of this.
Ah Hu, Xia Guang and Pan-Pan appeared beside him, all of them having different expressions on their faces.
Xia Guang's gaze that was currently on Yan Zhaoge contained some fanaticism and reverence besides envy and yearning.
Pan-Pan shrunk in size, lying beside Yan Zhaoge in a rather sycophantic manner as he rubbed against him.
Ah Hu imitated Yan Zhaoge's actions, stroking his lower chin as he said, "A Seeing Divinity Martial Saint slaying three late Immortal Bridge Martial Saints of the ninth level of the Martial Saint realm. This is truly unprecedented!"
"Young Master, you have really gone overboard this time. It would be hard for your name not to shake the heavens. "
Yan Zhaoge smiled, bringing his palms together before his chest before forming a seal together.
Gusts of chilly wind began to calm, the dense black fog dissipating as well.
The dim yellow river water began to recede, the heavens and earth of Circumference Mountain reappearing.
The water returned to the Dynasty River, the great river continuing to surge from north to south.
It was as if nothing had happened earlier at all.
Seeing the light of day once more, Yan Zhaoge turned to look towards the east.
There, sword-light lit up as a few figures appeared.
The one at their head was a white-haired old woman whom Yan Zhaoge was familiar with. It was precisely the Southeastern Swordsmistress, a late Immortal Bridge Martial Saint of the southeastern Yang Heaven Territory's Golden Court Mountain.
Wutong Slope had Zhang Shuren guarding over the border of Circumference Mountain. Golden Court Mountain naturally had experts stationed in the neighbouring Royal Reed Sea as well.
All these years, it had been this old woman before him who had been guarding over the area most of the time.
Yan Zhaoge was on friendly terms with Golden Court Mountain and was very familiar with the Southeastern Swordsmistress as well.
While she had a strict and upright personality, the Swordsmistress similarly admired Yan Zhaoge's talent as she rather thought highly of this young man who had just risen up.
It was just that she was still greatly shocked upon seeing Yan Zhaoge now.
She had also been paying attention to the happenings at Circumference Mountain at all times. Suddenly sensing that something seemed wrong here, she hurriedly led some people over to investigate.
Who knew that just having arrived at the border, she would see gloomy clouds and chilly winds howling as she was completely unable to see what was going on within.
The Southeastern Swordsmistress was very familiar with Zhang Shuren's Wutong Phoenix Perching Formation. Yet, this formation before her was foreign to her.
She tried to enter, yet felt dizzy as she was nearly trapped within.
The ancient name of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation surfaced within her mind, causing the Southeastern Swordsmistress to be even more shocked.
Yet, she was unable to ascertain who it was that had set up this formation before her. She could only silently observe and not provoke them for now.
Finally, the formation gradually dissipated.
The Swordsmistress was also a resolute and resolute person as she directly led her people across the border, entering the southern Blazing Heaven Territory.
Who knew that it would have been better if they had not seen it. As they did, everyone was rendered dazed on the spot.
There was only Yan Zhaoge who seemed completely unaffected as he smiled, cupping his hands towards them, "Swordsmistress, long time no see."
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