Chapter 182: The Strong Are Supreme

The remaining few Return‑void strong ones all showed a drastic change in expression.

Even the Traversing Tribulation stage were easily slain.

They were hardly worth looking at.

At this moment, they finally understood why Qin Yang let them Dòngshǒu.

He was bold and fearless; his power was overwhelming.

Two Traversing Tribulation masters were killed in an instant.

Such strength can be called terrifyingly immense.

No wonder Qin Yang had them act together.

At this point, they finally realized that Baiyun had vanished.

But Qin Yang's power was far more terrifying than they imagined.

This is not the fish meat they imagined; it is clearly a giant dragon.

When those Return‑void masters fled, Qin Yang sneered, directly employed mysterious techniques, sending several clones rushing out, catching the fugitives and killing them outright.

These clones each possessed only a single strike's power, yet slashing the fleeing Return‑void strong ones was already sufficient.

Between heaven and earth, a hush fell.

No one expected that it would be this Jiéguǒ.

Qin Yang, with his own strength alone, killed seventeen strong masters.

The surroundings were bathed in blood, and not far away, there were Xiūshì; they looked at the scene ahead with Hàirán eyes.

The people who just acted were basically old monsters from the major sects.

In this era of scarce spiritual energy, such masters generally do not mobilize; the Transformation God realm in some medium and small sects can already be called sect ancestors, and as for the Return‑void level, it is truly a great divine dragon seen only by its head, never its tail.

Even Traversing Tribulation strong ones, only the sect heads of top‑tier sects like Heavenly Master Dao possess such strength.

Figures like Ten Thousand Sword Venerable and Carefree Hermit have lived for an unknown number of years as old monsters.

The strong ones killed in this battle outnumber those who have died in the past hundred years.

No wonder Qin Yang is bold and fearless.

With such strength, whether Baiyun is present or not makes no difference.

He alone can uphold Place: Baiyun Guan.

At this moment, everyone began to recollect.

Moreover, there is also Heavenly Master Way and Blade Immortal Song Tiansi.

At that instant, a Buddha light appeared.

It was Yue Rou rushing over.

Beside her stood a woman in a monk robe, her gaze cold, sweeping over the crowd.

This made everyone involuntarily shiver.

"Anyone who dares to Dòngshǒu Place: Baiyun Guan will be at odds with me for a thousand tribulations; I will not rest until death with them."

The woman spoke, her voice sharp, full of murderous intent.

This made everyone Hàirán.

Thousand Tribulation Master.

Isn't she the ancient ancestor of the Putuo Sacred Land?

She wields overwhelming power, chiefly notorious, and her subordinates have slain countless Xiūshì.

She hates evil as a foe; none of those she kills are undeserving of death.

However, no one has ever heard of the Thousand Tribulation Master defending other sects; why does she seem to have changed temperament today?

The crowd drew in their necks, not daring to speak.

Blade Immortal Song Tiansi offered some reasoning, but once this matter is decided, there is absolutely no room for reversal.

Seeing the crowd silent, the Thousand Tribulation Master walked to Qin Yang's side, her expression turning gentle.

"Good child, you have been wronged; rest assured, my master is absent, I am your backing. Whoever dares to strike you, I will stake my old life to kill them."

Qin Yang knew the Thousand Tribulation Master was one to love the house and its occupants.

"Thank you, Master's wife."

Qin Yang spoke.

The Thousand Tribulation Master's face instantly flushed bright red.

She glared at Qin Yang, saying, "You child, don't call out recklessly."

"Understood, Master's wife."

Qin Yang said.

The Thousand Tribulation Master made no further correction; everyone could see the joy on her face.

Yue Rou's expression was odd; her own master‑ancestor was still love‑brain.

Then she realized that Qin Yang calling her master‑ancestor "Master's wife" implied he was a generation older than herself.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ, Yue Rou glanced at Qin Yang, a strange hue flashing in her eyes.

Those around also wore odd expressions.

Now they realized that the relationship between the Thousand Tribulation Master and Baiyun was unexpectedly intimate.

Seeing no one move, Qin Yang began, "My words end here today; I do not like to actively stir up trouble, but if anyone wishes to provoke me, I don't mind showing you my methods. When the time comes to destroy families and sects, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The surroundings fell silent.

At this moment, Qin Yang's voice rang out again.

"Of course, you may try to strike those near me first, but you bear the consequences. As long as I am not dead, anyone who harms even a single hair of those around me, I will kill their entire family as a sacrifice. Therefore, before moving against those near me, be absolutely sure that I am already dead."

The sound of Qin Yang's voice came over, making everyone feel a chill all over.

Everyone felt Qin Yang's killing intent.

They were very clear that Qin Yang was not just talking casually.

Once someone moved near him, what awaited them was a thunderous retribution.

Moreover, Qin Yang, in order to establish his authority, warned the later generations that his attacks would be extremely vicious.

The so-called destruction of families and sects is not empty talk.

"Please, everyone, leave. Within five minutes, if you do not leave Nan Cheng, you will be killed without mercy."

Qin Yang's voice came over.

Some people showed disdain, standing there without moving.

In their view, since they themselves had not taken action, what right did Qin Yang have to act against them?

There were also some genuine onlookers who were even more dismissive.

Some retreated, while others stayed behind.

Five minutes passed.

Qin Yang suddenly lifted his head, his killing intent like a blade.

He directly took action.

Powerful thunder fell, and those who remained were all turned to charcoal.

At least dozens of people were killed.

This scene shocked everyone.

Yuèróu couldn't help but say: "Qin Yang, doing this will likely arouse hostility from many cultivators."

Qin Yang smiled, his eyes slightly cold.

"Hostility? Then I'll kill them until they dare not feel hostile. This world, wherever you are, is survival of the fittest; as long as your strength is sufficient, so-called enemies cease to exist."

Yuèróu's expression turned somewhat strange.

She knew Qin Yang made sense, but felt it was overly bloody.

On the contrary, Senior Shi Tai of the Thousand Calamities smiled approvingly and said: "Little Yang is right; this is inherently a world of survival of the fittest. If you don't kill your enemies, they will kill you. Toward your own people you can be kind, but toward enemies you need not be."

"I also agree with Qin Yang's view."

Sòng Dào.

He fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, from a martial arts master all the way to becoming a top expert in the cultivation world.

It is only in recent years that he has gradually shed much of his bloodiness.

It's not that his character changed; it's just that those people no longer dare to seek death in his presence.

"To deal with these demons, such thunderous methods are appropriate. Fellow Daoist Qin has already told them: leave or die; that is their own choice."

Zhang Shuo also spoke.

"Old Ox, when will you help me boost my strength? My current strength is somewhat insufficient."

Zhang Rui said with a laugh.

He is only at Nascent Soul stage; he cannot participate in battles of this level, feeling quite stifled.

"Wait until I return from the Beautiful Country; I will personally guide you. Stay in Nan Cheng for these six months."

Qin Yang glanced at him.

"Really? That's great, but why six months?"

Zhang Rui felt somewhat doubtful.

"Because after six months, your stepmother and younger brother will no longer be able to pose any threat to you."

Qin Yang gave a faint smile.

Zhang Rui's expression immediately turned stern.