Chapter 316: Great Hunt

The God Lord and the Holy Emperor of Light both brought out their true abilities.

They want to suppress Qin Yang and kill him.

Otherwise, Qin Yang will inevitably become a great threat to them in the future.

At that moment, a figure shot up into the sky.

That was the Demon God Slaying Thought; he had been waiting for Qin Yang to break through the barrier, and finally he acted.

A demonic blade appeared; although it was condensed from demonic qi, it was extremely terrifying.

The Demon God Slaying Thought swung his blade, striking toward the God Lord.

"You are the Demon God Chiyou from back then."

The God Lord said in shock.

He finally understood the identity of the Demon God Slaying Thought.

Upon hearing this, all the disciples of Maoshan were shocked.

Demon God Chiyou?

How is that possible?

Rumor has it he was slain by the Yellow Emperor, right?

His corpse was divided and sealed in five places.

He actually came back to life.

Moreover, at this time he attacked the God Lord and the Holy Emperor of Light.

"You are quite clever to guess my identity, but your fate is very strange; you are so strong yet lack the destiny to become an immortal. What went wrong? It seems a great figure, with golden words and jade speech, altered your fate, so that no matter how strong you are, you cannot attain immortality."

Chiyou spoke.

He stared at the God Lord, perceiving part of the truth.

The God Lord's expression turned grim; he let out a cold snort, but did not linger in battle, instead turning and leaving.

Chiyou pursued him.

He did not want to let the God Lord go; he wanted to capture him and fully reveal his identity.

However, the God Lord's methods were astonishing; he vanished quickly.

"Go."

The Holy Emperor of Light also spoke, leading the experts of the Holy Court of Light in fleeing.

"Kill."

Qin Yang spoke.

The Maoshan disciples, as if receiving an order, their eyes red, followed Qin Yang in pursuit.

Their enmity requires blood to be washed away.

Now with Qin Yang leading, such a good opportunity, they naturally will not miss it.

Everyone exerted their utmost effort.

The Holy Emperor of Light secretly cursed the God Lord in his heart, this guy is unreliable, actually being scared off by Chiyou.

If he had been with me, even if we fought while retreating, returning to the Holy Court of Light would have been simple, at least not causing much loss.

Now it's different; even with his protection, those experts of the Holy Court of Light are also falling.

As each expert was killed and fell from midair, the Holy Emperor of Light's heart felt as if it were dripping blood.

Qin Yang was also acting; his strikes left the Holy Emperor of Light with no energy to protect his subordinates.

They pursued all the way until they reached the lair of the Holy Court of Light.

At this time, the strong ones of the Holy Court of Light remained less than half.

The Holy Emperor of Light's eyes turned red; he formed seals with both hands, and in the next moment a terrifying aura burst forth.

Qin Yang's heart trembled; he directly told the Maoshan disciples: "Retreat."

The Maoshan disciples' eyes were red from killing, but since these words were spoken by Qin Yang, they now trust him completely.

Almost without hesitation, those Maoshan disciples retreated.

Qin Yang immediately offered the Shennong Cauldron, placing it before him.

He activated the Shennong Cauldron, while he himself also retreated.

The Shennong Cauldron glowed, forming a huge shield before Qin Yang.

At that moment, a phantom holding a book appeared, his eyes downcast, countless terrifying holy lights pressing down toward Qin Yang and them.

The powerful force could instantly kill a true immortal.

Even though Qin Yang had raised his cultivation to the third level, he could not help but feel a chill.

With his strength comparable to a true immortal, under this phantom's attack he actually felt as if facing death.

Obviously, the opponent's attack was enough to kill him.

However, the Jiuzhou Cauldron glowed, blocking this strike.

Qin Yang retreated to a sufficient distance, then with a thought the Jiuzhou Cauldron flew into his body.

Qin Yang and they stood at a distance, staring toward the Holy Court of Light, their expressions solemn.

"What terrifying power; I feel that even one-tenth of that strike could annihilate me."

Jiang Ming spoke with a trembling voice.

Luo Xi also turned pale, somewhat fearful.

Obviously, he too was stunned by the terrifying strike.

If not for the magical artifact Qin Yang just displayed, these people would all have died.

No wonder the Holy Court of Light could stand in the West for so long; it actually possesses such means.

This simply cannot be fought.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ||Term, everyone's gaze fell on Qin Yang.

"Let's go back; we still can't wipe them out now."

Qin Yang sighed.

He just now operated the Divine Farmer Cauldron, consuming a huge amount.

After a few more activations, he would likely exhaust his magical power.

At that point, the Holy Light Emperor could directly strike and kill them.

Everyone knew well, even Qin Yang couldn't withstand it, nor could they.

Now the only option is to leave; forcing an attack would be a dead end.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ming said.

Everyone retreated.

And Qin Yang went with them.

Even as strong as the Holy Light Emperor, he dare not pursue and kill them.

He knew well that in a one-on-one fight, unless he was willing to risk mutual destruction and use his ultimate trump card.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to slay Qin Yang.

The opponent is too strong; after his power increase, he is comparable to a true immortal, and they can no longer easily slay him.

"The God Lord is just shit, he actually fled— isn't that Chiyou? What's there to fear?"

He couldn't help but curse.

However, when he thought about what the name Chiyou represented, he also shuddered.

The opponent is equivalent to the Western Satan; with his current state, encountering a Satan of equal power, what would he do?

The answer was obvious.

"Forget it."

The Holy Light Emperor sighed.

All that can be said is that the people of Mount Mao this time were not destined to perish.

"Something's not right—how did this world come to have so many beings that shouldn't exist? Isn't it the Heaven‑Severing Sect? Or could there be some hidden secret?"

The Holy Light Emperor secretly thought to himself.

He had thought he understood this world well, but now it seems everything was merely his own conceit.

This world might be far more complicated than he imagined.

There are still many things he does not know.

He pondered in his heart.

"Holy Emperor, we suffered heavy losses this time."

An ascetic cultivator came over, his face full of grief.

"They all devoted themselves to the gods; their Línghún have already gone to Heaven, and will there receive eternal life."

The Holy Light Emperor had a face of compassionate divinity.

That ascetic cultivator immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Línghún can enter Heaven, dying in battle seems not to matter.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ||Term, he felt as if a great weight had been lifted.

The Holy Light Emperor said that with his mouth, but in his heart he sneered.

"Bullshit Heaven."

The gods of Heaven, who would care about the life and death of these believers on earth?

Just now he clearly saw that Qin Yang collected the Línghún of the Holy Court's fallen experts and placed them into his Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Those experts of the Holy Light Court who died in battle will forever be enslaved and never be reborn.

The Holy Light Emperor would certainly not say that.

Qin Yang and them returned to Long Guo.

And Chiyou pursued the God Lord but never returned.

Qin Yang also didn't worry about him; with Chiyou's methods, there's no way something would go wrong.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qin, for saving Mount Mao; great kindness and virtue, impossible to repay. In the future, if Fellow Daoist Qin has any orders, I, Mount Mao, will go through blades and fire, and will not refuse."

Jiang Ming suddenly knelt before Qin Yang and spoke loudly.