* Crack. *
Accompanied by the sound of something shattering, Yang Xiaoyao let out a miserable scream.
Terrifying cracks appeared on his body, as if he was a ceramic man that had fallen and was in a state of being on the verge of shattering.
The Profound Sage War Soul had already emerged from Yang Xiaoyao's head and was about to leave.
Yang Xiaoyao's body was now riddled with holes and could no longer bear the War Soul of a Profound Sage.
"No, you can't leave!
I haven't lost yet, I can still fight! "
Yang Xiaoyao frantically urged his soul energy to pull the War Soul back into his body.
The Profound Sage War Soul was a heroic man.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at Yang Xiaoyao with disgust in his eyes.
However, he didn't do anything. He only glanced at Gu Xuan and frowned before turning into specks of light and disappearing without a trace.
"No! No! No! "
Yang Xiaoyao roared out the word "no" three times in a row. He could no longer feel the aura of the Profound Sage War Soul.
The cracks on his body increased in number and size, but he didn't die because his body completely exploded. Instead, his face became even more ferocious.
In the distance, the martial artists of the Battle Race who were watching this scene revealed panic and fear in their eyes.
Even the strongest among them, Yang Xiaoyao, had failed and suffered the backlash of the Profound Sage War Soul, turning into such a terrifying state. How could they fight against the people of Dragon Subduing City?
A casual move from Gu Xuan could probably kill them all.
As for escaping, they could forget about it.
Below them was a three hundred mile sea of slaughter!
Within the range of this three hundred mile sea of slaughter, it was probably Gu Xuan's home ground. If he wanted to catch up to anyone, he could easily do it.
The shadow of death shrouded the martial artists of the Battle Race.
Gu Xuan looked at Yang Xiaoyao with a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
"Even the Profound Sage War Soul you summoned left you because of your stupidity.
What can you do now?
If I were you, I would let my body collapse and turn into dust. That would be the best choice. "
The current Yang Xiaoyao could be easily dealt with by any martial artist at the peak of the Sage Realm.
Yang Xiaoyao's eyes were ferocious as he stared at Gu Xuan.
"You've won this battle!
However, the members of our Battle Tribe aren't limited to just Saint 9-dan cultivators.
My Battle Tribe's people also went to the Burning Sky Continent!
When you return to the Burning Sky Continent, you will realize that no matter how strong you are, it will be useless!
Your Ying Tian Sect has long been annihilated!
Hahaha! "
Yang Xiaoyao laughed.
Gu Xuan snorted coldly.
"I'm afraid that the strength of the Burning Sky Continent far surpasses your Battle Clan's imagination.
If you want to attack the Burning Sky Continent, you will only end up defeated!
Of course, you won't be able to see all this.
This is also a blessing for you!
Die! "
Gu Xuan waved his right hand and the Heaven-Destroying Sword shone with golden light.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyao's body once again erupted with a strong fighting spirit.
With a whoosh, his body flew in the direction of the Dragon Subduing City.
"I, Yang Xiao Yao, will make you pay even if I die!
No, this might be a good thing for you.
The people of the Dragon Subduing City are all your weaknesses. Since that's the case, I'll help you eliminate these weaknesses! "
Waves of destructive energy lingered on Yang Xiaoyao's body.
At the last moment of his life, he actually wanted to self-destruct and drag the people of the Dragon Subduing City down with him.
The martial artists of the Battle Tribe seemed to know that they could not escape death. Their bodies surged with destructive energy.
The faces of the people of the Dragon Subduing City changed greatly.
The Fearful Saint was both shocked and angry. "This group of bastards, they actually want to drag us down with them?
Quickly retreat, retreat down into the Blood Sea, we will be safe! "
The Fearful Saint formed a seal with his hands and waves of star energy surged out from his body.
"Starry River Domain, block for me!"
He released his Domain, which covered an area of three hundred feet. He wanted to protect everyone inside, and at the same time, bring everyone down to the Blood Sea below.
"Die, die, die!"
The martial artists of the Battle Tribe rushed over.
"What a joke. Now that things have come to this, you actually want to drag the people of the Dragon Subduing City down with you?"
Gu Xuan looked at Yang Xiaoyao's group as if he was looking at an idiot.
After Yang Xiaoyao lost his Profound Sage Battle Soul, he was just a slightly stronger martial artist at the peak of the Sage Realm.
In addition, he was now seriously injured, and his speed was not as fast as before.
Just as the people of the Battle Tribe were about to get close to the Fearful Saint's domain, Gu Xuan's figure appeared in the domain in a ripple of time and space.
"Profound Sword Spirit, Heaven Destroying Sword!"
The Sky Destroying Sword slashed out, and countless sword lights shot out.
The martial artists of the Battle Tribe who had just gotten close to the domain were pierced by the sword lights, and their bodies were full of bloody holes.
The destructive energy on their bodies disappeared in an instant.
Yang Xiaoyao's end was the same.
The last bit of energy that had gathered in his body to self-destruct dissipated under Gu Xuan's sword lights.
The vitality in his body was completely extinguished.
Dong, dong, dong.
Corpses riddled with holes fell into the Sea of Slaughter.
In the Blood Sea, a wave of blood rolled and swallowed all the corpses.
They would turn into energy and be absorbed by the Blood Sea.
"Finally, it's over. This old man was scared to death."
The Fearful Saint wiped away the sweat on his forehead.
There were so many martial artists of the Battle Tribe, and Yang Xiaoyao. If they self-destructed together, the Fearful Saint admitted that he could not stop them with his strength.
He could not help but look at Gu Xuan with envy.
The martial artist that he could slap to death had grown to the point where he could slap him to death.
Back then, in order to participate in the Middle Yuan Region's ceremony, Gu Xuan wanted to trick him to go for his safety.
But now, he was far behind.
"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach."
The Fearful Saint could not help but sigh.
Gu Xuan naturally heard this sentence very clearly.
"Compared to those old monsters of the Profound Saint Stage, the Fearful Saint Stage, you can only be considered the back waves.
When you enter the Profound Saint Stage, you can also slap them to death. "
Gu Xuan smiled.
The Fearful Saint held his breath and thought carefully.
"You brat, although you don't usually like to cause trouble, this sentence is still very pertinent.
This old man, no, this Saint, is still young! "
Gu Xuan continued, "Please don't interrupt me, the Fearful Saint Stage.
For the sake of your mentality, please don't compare yourself with me in the future.
Because there is only one outcome for anyone who compares themselves with me, and that is to be angered to death. "
The Fearful Saint was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"Kid, you're too arrogant.
If this goes on, you'll be hit sooner or later, and your mentality will collapse.
You haven't suffered the cruel beating of the martial artist world. If I had known, I would have beaten you when you were still weak. Eh, what's going on? "
Below, Gu Xuan's Blood Sea began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to its original appearance. Even the mountains that had been devoured were rising from the ground and reappearing!
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