The woman's name was Yu Hanrong, an Elder of the Ice Palace. Her cultivation was at Level 2 Nihility God Realm.
As a God Realm expert, she had fought for her entire life and had killed countless enemies. But at this moment, she was dumbfounded.
Flames. Crimson flames were everywhere.
Huge flames rose up, drowning the woman and swallowing the void.
"Hahaha!" Yang Xuan's laughter came from the flames. It was strange and bloodthirsty.
"Die! I will burn your souls in the black flames and let you suffer until you die. "
Yu Hanrong, who was surrounded by flames, seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. In the dazzling red, there was a thick smell of blood that made her body tremble.
"This is impossible, this is impossible!"
In the next moment, Yu Hanrong screamed crazily. Her face was filled with fear and disbelief. "How can you have such a high cultivation? This is impossible."
The flames engulfed the sky. Nine red dragons appeared beside Yang Xuan who was standing in the flames. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, choosing people to devour.
Yang Xuan's face was ferocious. His eyes had turned red, as red as blood.
Boom!
One of the dragons suddenly left Yang Xuan's side. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Yu Hanrong.
"No, you can't do this." Yu Hanrong screamed crazily. Her voice was filled with fear and she was no longer as calm as before.
Before truly exchanging blows with Yang Xuan, she would never have been able to imagine just how terrifying Yang Xuan was.
But now, she knew it, but it was too late.
At the moment before her death, she felt an unprecedented sense of regret.
If …
There were no ifs in this world. Yang Xuan did not believe in ifs since a long time ago.
Yu Hanrong died without a corpse. But the flames in Yang Xuan's eyes did not dissipate.
He grabbed his disciple from the ground and sent a stream of spiritual energy into his body. He, who was on the verge of death, opened his eyes again.
"What is your name?" Yang Xuan's voice seemed to come from the ninth heaven. It was cold and bloodthirsty.
The disciple was in a trance and could not help but answer, "My name is Kong Ankang."
"Speak the Art of Utmost Sincerity." The nine dragons circled behind Yang Xuan, making him look like a god.
Kong Ankang woke up for a moment. He opened his eyes, but what he saw was Yang Xuan's eyes that had turned completely black.
In the next moment, the darkness expanded infinitely and surrounded Kong Ankang.
A moment later, Yang Xuan threw Kong Ankang's body on the ground.
The Art of Sincerity!
The Art of Utmost Sincerity that he had obtained from Kong Ankang made his eyes shine.
The Dao of Sincerity could foresee the future.
This was another cultivation method that involved the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth that he had obtained after borrowing the sword technique.
This kind of ultimate technique had nothing to do with cultivation or martial arts. It was a direct application of Dao!
Just like the Sword Borrowing Technique, the person who created the Sincerity Technique was truly a peerless genius.
From the infinite possibilities, one could pick up the shadow of time and use it to peer into the future. When one cultivated the Art of Utmost Sincerity to the highest level, one might really be able to see the past.
After letting out a long breath, Yang Xuan's eyes were full of murderous intent.
He would make the Northern Border Ice Palace turn into a river of blood and erase her name from this world.
He would let everyone know that he was Yang Xuan's reverse scale, and that no one could touch it!
"How dare you, let go of His Majesty!"
Outside the main hall, the guards of the entire Imperial Palace had arrived and surrounded the Emperor's sleeping quarters so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
Yang Xuan waved his sleeves, and the corpses and blood on the ground disappeared. Before the army rushed in, he had already transformed into Eastward.
Bang!
The door of the main hall was smashed open, and countless loyal soldiers rushed in without regard for their lives.
"Your … Your Majesty! Are you alright? "The general who led the charge looked at Yang Xuan with his mouth agape.
Yang Xuan nodded and said, "Leave, the thieves have retreated. Increase the security in the palace."
After the soldiers retreated, Yang Xuan left the palace silently.
Not long after, he came back. With a shake of his hand, a person appeared in front of him.
"I'll leave Guzhen Kingdom to you," Yang Xuan said lightly.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The man knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.
Yang Xuan did not waste any more time and pointed between the man's eyebrows with his finger.
After a few breaths, the Emperor of Guzhen Kingdom, Eastward, no, Gu Donglai, appeared in front of him.
This man was from the Netherworld Sect and had the cultivation of a Fake God. It was best to use him to guard Guzhen Kingdom.
Yang Xuan said a few more words and then disappeared from the main hall.
300 miles away from the capital of Guzhen Kingdom, Yang Xuan, who was flying, trembled and stopped.
His face gradually became serious.
He stood quietly in the void, as if he was stunned, as if he was sensing something.
There was no wind and no sound.
The sun fell, but there was no warmth. It gave people a cold feeling.
Time passed. Yang Xuan still did not move, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
After a long time, a gust of wind suddenly blew past his hair.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." An old voice came from the void.
A pair of hands suddenly appeared in the void in front of Yang Xuan and tore outward. A part of the void was instantly torn apart, revealing a big black hole.
The next moment, an old man walked out of the void.
Yang Xuan still did not move. The feeling of being imprisoned still did not disappear.
Tearing the void with bare hands. This was …
The True God Realm.
Looking at the unique pattern on the old man's dark red clothes, Yang Xuan took a deep breath.
He already knew the identity of the old man.
"Blood Corpse Patriarch?" He asked.
The old man nodded, and the void crack behind him disappeared. "I'm Blood Corpse. Greetings, Saint Qingtian."
Yang Xuan did not say anything. He did not expect to meet Blood Corpse Patriarch here.
"Your Highness, you don't have to be surprised." Blood Corpse Patriarch seemed to know what Yang Xuan was thinking. He smiled and said, "Your Highness has been too busy recently. You've been running around. I've run around a few times, but I've finally intercepted Your Highness here."
After a pause, he seemed to sigh and said, "Performing void displacement consumes too much energy. If I wasn't in a hurry to see Your Highness, I wouldn't have used void displacement so many times."
"Void displacement?" Yang Xuan asked.
Blood Corpse Patriarch did not have the murderous aura in his name. Instead, he explained like a kind old man, "That's something that can only be mastered after reaching the True God Realm. Your Highness hasn't reached the True God Realm yet, so you naturally don't know."
"You're here to kill me?" Yang Xuan suddenly asked.
Blood Corpse Patriarch nodded without hesitation and said, "That's right. Your Highness has a deep enmity with my Corpse Hall. In addition, your talent is outstanding, and your cultivation speed is astonishing. If Your Highness inherits the position of Saint in the future, my Corpse Hall will not have an easy time. It's better to kill Your Highness and end this once and for all."
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you afraid that the Saint will punish you if you kill me?"
"Of course not in the Saint Mountain, but it's a different story outside." Blood Corpse Patriarch was still smiling. "A dead Saint Qingtian is naturally worthless."
Yang Xuan clenched his fingers and said, "What if I can't kill you?"
Blood Corpse Patriarch smiled and shook his head. "You don't understand. It's impossible that I can't kill you."
"What if?" Yang Xuan's fingers began to tremble slightly.
"There's no 'what if'." Blood Corpse Patriarch smiled and shook his head. "As a Void, you don't understand what's real."
Yang Xuan did not ask again. He just took another deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
He knew that he was about to face the most dangerous battle he had ever faced since he started his martial arts career.
Spiritual Qi surged crazily, and Yang Xuan's eyes seemed to have turned golden.
"What's real?" He said word by word.
A huge golden moon suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Is this true?" He stared at the Blood Corpse Patriarch.
The next moment, he flicked his fingers.
Whoosh!
The golden moon was like a hook, whistling and slashing at Blood Corpse Patriarch.
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