Yan Dongyang and Ling He frowned slightly. Were these people not enough?
"Be careful," someone warned. The yin-yang diagram suspended above their heads made them feel extremely dangerous.
Swoosh … A sharp and terrible sound came out, and the destructive airflow of the Great Path on the yin-yang diagram struck down, enveloping everyone in it. Yan Dongyang and Ling He were naturally enveloped in the attack.
Feeling the terrible destructive airflow, both of them released their Divine Wheels of the Great Path, and at the same time, their ritual implements bloomed with brilliant light.
Yan Dongyang seemed to be wrapped in a real dragon, and an incomparably huge dragon shadow appeared. The falling destructive airflow attacked it, making a terrible sound. Yan Dongyang found that the dragon shadow could not resist the falling attack. His body was gradually covered with golden dragon scale armor. He looked fierce and ferocious, and his eyes were frightening. When he first fought with Ye Futian in Wangshen Watchtower, he did not feel too strongly. Later, he learned that it was far from Ye Futian's original strength. He had been hiding it.
Now he knew that he and Ye Futian were not on the same level. Ye Futian's combat effectiveness was on a completely different level.
Ling He was the same. He was busy resisting the destructive airflow of swordsmanship falling from the void.
But at this time, the other cultivators made their moves. Three cultivators of the Eighth Realm simultaneously erupted with terrifying power of the Great Path. Thousands of spear shadows appeared, and countless afterimages appeared in this space. The Lingxi Spear bloomed again, piercing through the void. In another direction, a Lingxiao Pagoda appeared above Ye Futian's head. It was the Divine Wheel of the Great Path of a cultivator of the Eighth Realm. The light of the Divine Wheel crushed down, flattening everything, and restrained Ye Futian. Behind Ye Futian, a divine dragon appeared. The Swallow Dragon roared, shattering the mountains and rivers. It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. Sound waves swept out and attacked, directly attacking the spiritual soul. There was also a huge dragon claw that smashed down, tearing apart the sky.
Where Ye Futian was, he was attacked by three cultivators of the Eighth Realm at the same time. The space of the Great Path was about to explode and shatter. There was no space to dodge.
Yan Dongyang and Ling He stared over there. Could Ye Futian survive such an attack?
The storm of destruction came. Whether it was the spiritual soul or the physical body, they were all crushed by the terrible Great Path. It seemed impossible to resist.
The starry storm around Ye Futian's body was shattered and destroyed. Although the sword attack was powerful, it could not affect the attack of the three great cultivators. Life and death could be decided in an instant.
At that moment, an extreme chill swept out and froze the space, causing the attack speed of the three cultivators to slow down. Time seemed to stand still. At the same time, a frightening divine light bloomed from Ye Futian's body. This divine light contained the might of the Great Path, which melded into Ye Futian's body and into his fighting will. For a moment, the three cultivators of the Eighth Realm felt an unparalleled pressure. It was as if this pressure came from an existence of a higher level.
This moment seemed to be extremely long. Their attacks could have arrived in an instant, but everything seemed to have been slowed down. The attacks that could have arrived in an instant did not land. However, they saw Ye Futian's body surrounded by divine light, and the fighting will in his spear swept out, destroying all the power of the Great Path.
Ye Futian's body moved. He and the spear merged into one. The moment he stabbed forward, the cultivator of the Eighth Realm from Lingxiao Palace felt the Great Path madly collapse and shatter. It was as if he was not facing Ye Futian, but the descendant of a god.
The shadow of the spear swept past, and the crowd saw countless golden fragments appear wherever the spear passed. Everything turned into dust.
Time seemed to stand still. All the cultivators present looked at the cultivator of the Eighth Realm from Lingxiao Palace. He stood there motionless. Golden divine light surrounded his body, like a statue.
In the next moment, the statue-like figure shattered into nothingness, turning into golden dust and disappearing.
A cultivator of the Eighth Realm had fallen.
When the others saw this scene, their expressions changed. Not only that, but they also saw the brilliant imperial glory on Ye Futian's body shooting into the sky. The imperial glory melded into the fighting will of the spear, causing the fighting will to materialize, swallowing and spitting out terrifying spear auras.
"How is this possible?" Ling He stared at Ye Futian's body, unable to believe what he saw. Wasn't Ye Futian the chosen heir of Eastern Deity Island? Why was he so terrifying?
On his body, was it the imperial glory?
How could he have the will of the Great Emperor on his body?
Was he really just the chosen heir of Eastern Deity Island?
Yan Dongyang's expression was also very interesting. He stared at the scene in front of him as if he couldn't believe what he saw was real. A powerful cultivator of the Eighth Realm had died just like that, in a single strike of the spear.
Ye Futian ignored the crowd. He pointed the spear in his hand forward, and the imperial glory on his body shot into the sky. It seemed to be directly integrated into the Yin Yang Diagram, causing the destructive light of catastrophe that fell to turn golden.
"Be careful!" There was a cry of alarm. The light of catastrophe fell, and a cultivator of the Seventh Realm was directly torn apart. His body shattered into nothingness.
The expressions of the other cultivators changed drastically. Except for the two cultivators of the Eighth Realm, everyone else was retreating, releasing terrifying currents of the Great Path. However, Ye Futian's body was suspended in the air. The Yin Yang Diagram grew larger and larger, and the Yin Yang light of catastrophe fell. The Great Path was shattered and destroyed, and cultivators were directly shattered into nothingness under the light of catastrophe.
Screams continued. Except for the two cultivators of the Eighth Realm who were still alive, no one else could withstand this destructive light of catastrophe. Of course, Yan Dongyang and Ling He were still alive, but it was not because they had the ability to withstand it. It was just that Ye Futian was not in a hurry to kill them.
At this moment, Ye Futian walked toward the two cultivators of the Eighth Realm. When the light of catastrophe of the Great Path fell from the sky, the two cultivators of the Eighth Realm were also doing their best to resist it. When they saw Ye Futian walking toward them, their expressions changed.
"Buzz!" The Yin Yang Diagram shone directly on one of the cultivators of the Eighth Realm. The extreme power of Yin and Yang descended, accompanied by the infinite light of catastrophe of swordsmanship. The Lingxiao Pagoda on the cultivator of the Eighth Realm was released to the extreme to resist this attack, but Ye Futian's figure disappeared from where he stood.
The long spear hit the Lingxiao Pagoda, and there was a loud rumble. Under the monstrous fighting will, the Divine Wheel Pagoda was shattered and destroyed. The light of catastrophe fell, and the cultivator of the Eighth Realm screamed. But in the next moment, a long spear pierced through his head and ended his life.
"Who on earth are you?" The remaining cultivator of the Eighth Realm from the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family stared at Ye Futian.
"The person who will kill you." As Ye Futian's voice fell, he struck with his spear. The terrifying long spear blasted on the sacred dragon, and cracks appeared on the dragon. At the same time, the light of catastrophe fell, tore the dragon apart, and rushed into the defense. There was another scream. Under the Yin Yang Tribulation, the other's body was shattered bit by bit, turning into dust.
In the blink of an eye, from an extremely powerful Renhuang army, only Yan Dongyang and Ling He were left alive. The others had all perished.
Ye Futian turned to face Yan Dongyang and Ling He. Their eyes finally revealed a strong sense of fear and dread. Ling He looked at Ye Futian and said, "You can't kill us!"
"You were killed by demonic beasts. What does that have to do with me?" Ye Futian responded coldly.
"No …" Ling He replied, "If we die here, everyone will know that you did it. The Yan Kingdom, Lingxiao Palace, and even the Domain Chief's Manor will not let you go."
"When you killed me, didn't you think about the consequences?" The long spear in Ye Futian's hand pulsed with fighting will, and his killing intent was blazing. He had already killed so many people. It made no difference whether he killed these two or not.
Ling He glanced at the disappearing figures and seemed to realize that there was no way back for Ye Futian. He said, "There is still a chance. As long as you let us go, all grievances will be written off. The Yan Kingdom and Lingxiao Palace will never pursue this matter. What do you think?"
"Puff …" The response was a spear. Ye Futian's spear directly pierced his throat. Ling He stared at the figure in front of him with a look of extreme pain in his eyes. He couldn't believe that this was true. He was killed just like that.
The long spear spun slightly, and Ling He's body was directly shattered, turning into dust as if he had never been there.
Yan Dongyang stared at Ye Futian, and an extremely strong sense of fear came over him. He seemed to realize what his fate would be.
Ling He had been killed, and the other side would not let him go. He had no way out.
"You will come to accompany us soon?" Yan Dongyang looked at Ye Futian and said. His tone was extremely confident, as if he had already predicted Ye Futian's ending.
"Then you won't be able to see it," Ye Futian responded. As his voice fell, the light of catastrophe of the Great Path fell. Under the light of catastrophe, Yan Dongyang let out a miserable scream, and then his body was torn apart bit by bit, turning into nothingness. He died.
All the cultivators were killed!
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