Yan Zhu, the prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, was sitting in the carriage. At this moment, he got up and walked out of the carriage. He stood in front of the carriage and looked at the figure in front of him.
Was this Ye Futian, the one who killed his brother, Yan Dongyang? Now, on his way to the wedding, Ye Futian wanted to kill him.
"Your Highness, please step back. This man is in danger." A man in black walked up to Yan Zhu and advised him to retreat. Ye Futian was stronger than before. After the battle at the Donghua Banquet, Ye Futian was a fourth-order Renhuang. Now, he had reached the fifth plane, and his Great Path was stable. Clearly, he had broken through to the next plane in seven years.
In addition to his plane, he seemed to have had a miraculous encounter. From his body, one could faintly feel a monstrous demonic aura. It was most likely a fateful encounter from the Demon God Temple in the secret zone of the Domain Chief's Manor.
In the distance, Ye Futian glanced at them. His eyes were demonic and handsome. They were deep and cold. Yan Zhu had a feeling that Ye Futian was looking at them coldly and emotionlessly, as if he was looking at dead people.
As a prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, the cultivators here were the bridal procession of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family. They were extremely powerful. However, Ye Futian and the others dared to come and kill them directly. They treated the cultivators of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family like they were nothing. It sounded ridiculous, but they truly felt threatened.
Ye Futian was walking towards them. Everywhere he passed, blood rained down from the sky. The demonic dragon wailed, and the Renhuangs turned into dust. No one could stop him. Even the eighth-tier Demonic Dragon Emperor had been killed in an instant. Who below the ninth-tier could stop him?
Far away from the battlefield, the top forces of the Tianchi Continent who had come to welcome the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family were struggling. Should they intervene?
They also looked in Ye Futian's direction. Naturally, they knew who he was. The legendary young man was indeed terrifyingly powerful. Eighth-order cultivators were like ants. He slaughtered his way towards the carriage. If they allowed him to continue like this, Yan Zhu might really be in danger.
If they intervened now, it would undoubtedly be like sending charcoal in a snowstorm. They would certainly be able to gain the friendship of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family. But was it worth it?
How great would the risk be?
It was very difficult to measure, so they were all hesitant, seemingly waiting for the other forces to make a move, but no one took the initiative.
There was no turning back. Once it was done, the fate of the clan would be at stake.
Moreover, they were a little worried. If Ye Futian's group had successfully killed Yan Zhu and all the cultivators of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family here, would the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family blame them for not helping?
Although this had nothing to do with them, they were all present, and they had deliberately come to welcome the Renhuangs. When the war broke out, they stood by and did nothing, causing the Renhuangs of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family to be killed one after another. If Emperor Yan had been more ruthless, he might have directly vented his anger on them and purged them. At that time, they would have no place to reason. In the world of cultivation, if the strong did not talk to you about principles, there was nothing you could do.
This caused quite a few of them to regret coming here. Why did they have to join in on the fun? They just so happened to run into such a huge battle. They couldn't act, but they couldn't just stand by and watch either. They were in a dilemma.
On the other side, Yan Zhu did not retreat. As a prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, what right did he have to retreat in the face of Ye Futian and the others' attacks?
Moreover, what was the point of retreating? If the Great Yan was defeated, the outcome would not be any different.
"Go and meet him," said Yan Zhu. The man in black nodded. He was an old man of the Great Yan. He had been guarding Yan Zhu as he grew up. Many years ago, he was already a ninth-realm Renhuang. It could be said that he was Yan Zhu's protector and also his personal bodyguard.
On this trip to the Donghua Heavens to propose marriage, he was still by Yan Zhu's side and was assassinated here.
He stepped forward, crossing the void, and walked towards Ye Futian. Ye Futian seemed to sense something and looked up. He saw the man in black walking towards him. He had an extremely dangerous aura. Wisps of dark airflow surrounded him, and a terrifying black dragon appeared. In the old man's hand, he was also holding a black spear that exuded frightening destructive airflow.
Sensing this aura, Ye Futian's body shone with a frightening divine light. This old man in black was very dangerous. Even Ye Futian did not dare to underestimate him. A ninth-realm existence was already at the top of the Renhuang Plane. Moreover, that black airflow carried a strong destructive and corrosive power.
"All of you, back off," the old man in black shouted. Shouted the black-robed elder. Suddenly, all the cultivators around Ye Futian retreated from the battlefield. Destructive black air currents covered the sky and surrounded the space where Ye Futian was. They turned into black demonic dragons and went to devour him.
"Buzz!"
Ye Futian's body bloomed with the light of the Demon God. His heart beat inside his body. Rays of light bloomed from his body, and an incomparably sacred peacock figure appeared. It was tens of thousands of meters tall and was awe-inspiring.
"This is …"
All the cultivators' hearts beat violently. They saw the tens of thousands of meters tall peacock spread its wings, and rays of light shot out from its gorgeous divine feathers. They blasted on the bodies of the demonic dragons and shattered them into nothingness. The terrible corrosive and destructive airflow could not even get close to Ye Futian's body. It was directly destroyed by the divine light.
Countless people looked at this battlefield. The divine light of the peacock illuminated the space, causing the hearts of countless people to beat wildly. The demon dragon emperors all let out long roars. One of them spoke in a human voice and said, "The aura of the Demon God. He has obtained the item of the Demon God."
All the cultivators' hearts beat violently. Ye Futian had obtained the item of the Demon God?
As expected, he was in the secret zone of the Domain Chief's Manor. He was surrounded by the light of the Demon God and was insufferably arrogant.
Ye Futian held a long spear in his hand, surrounded by the divine light. He pointed the spear forward, directly at the cultivator of the Ninth Plane. Rays of divine light flowed on the spear, and there were even rays of divine light shooting towards the opponent. In an instant, rays of divine light shot towards the opponent.
"Buzz!"
Ye Futian's body moved. With a thrust of his spear, the heavens and earth shook. In that instant, the crowd saw many figures of Ye Futian appearing at the same time. Under the illumination of the divine light of the peacock, there seemed to be more than one Ye Futian and more than one spear.
"Is this the power given by the Demon God?"
The hearts of the crowd trembled. The expression of the man in black also changed. He felt that every spear attack was real. Before Ye Futian arrived, he seemed to see an unparalleled Peacock Demon God pouncing towards him. The divine light of the peacock shone on him, giving him the illusion that he was undefeatable.
A violent roar rang out, as though the heavens and earth were about to shatter. A terrifying black dragon appeared, roaring in the air. The black-robed man no longer had any path of retreat. He thrust his black spear forward, and in front of his spear, an incomparably terrifying black demonic dragon appeared, colliding with the gigantic peacock.
At the moment when the two beams of divine light collided, a terrifying light dazzled everyone's eyes. Many people couldn't even open their eyes. A terrifying wave of destruction swept out with the two of them as the center, radiating thousands of miles away.
At this moment, thousands of miles of buildings in Crimson City were razed to the ground. Countless cultivators vomited blood. Those cultivators who were watching the battle from a close distance were even worse off. They did not expect that the aftermath of the battle in the sky would be so terrifying, sweeping thousands of miles away.
Only the Renhuangs were barely able to hold on. Only the middle-level Renhuangs and above were able to see what was happening. They saw the illusion of the Peacock Demon God tear the black dragon apart. Spears formed from the divine light of the peacock pierced right through. Ye Futian and the black-robed elder switched positions. The two of them stood quietly in the void. It was as if time had stopped.
The outside world was changing, but the battlefield was exceptionally quiet.
But in the next moment, the body of the old man in black was shattered and turned into ashes.
A cultivator of the Ninth Realm had been killed with a single spear attack.
Seven years ago, he could kill a cultivator of the Eighth Realm. Now, he could probably kill a top existence of the Ninth Realm.
A powerful figure of the Fifth Realm of Renhuang had appeared!
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