Chapter 352: Three Sovereign Heavenly Immortals

Jiabailie did not dodge; his golden wings unfolded, blocking Qin Yang's strike.

He glared at Qin Yang and said coldly: "There are so many people here, yet you dare to attack—aren't you afraid of creating killing karma and suffering heavenly retribution? You cultivators, aren't you supposed to be compassionate?"

"They're not of my kind; if they die, they die—what does it have to do with me?"

Qin Yang said nonchalantly.

This made Jiabailie's pupils contract sharply.

He immediately realized he had underestimated his opponent.

Whether in methods or mindset, the opponent is not comparable to those ordinary strongmen of the East.

He simply did not care about the lives of these beings, treating them entirely as air.

Even Jiabailie could not be this heartless.

Taking a deep breath, Jiabailie said coldly: "Who exactly are you?"

"Qin Yang."

Jiabailie's heart jolted; he stared at Qin Yang and said: "You are the Qin Yang spoken of by the Light Sacred Emperor—I never expected you to actually dare come."

"This Jiuzhou Cauldron—isn't it just a trap you set for me? I know the cauldron is fake, I know it's a trap, but I still came."

Qin Yang smirked, his expression somewhat dismissive.

If it were before, he might still have been wary of the opponent being a heavenly immortal and just left.

But after fighting Yinglong and Nuba, a mere Jiabailie—he truly did not take him seriously.

Even if the opponent were stronger, could he compare to war gods like Yinglong and Nuba?

Qin Yang now had full confidence.

Just a mere heavenly immortal.

"You're too arrogant."

Jiabailie heard from Qin Yang's tone a deep contempt for him and his companions.

"You're merely an earth immortal—how dare you act so arrogantly before a heavenly immortal?"

Jiabailie said.

He no longer paid attention to the crowd, stared at Qin Yang, and said coldly: "Heavenly immortal versus earth immortal—you are sure to lose."

A light sword appeared in his hand, pointed at Qin Yang, killing intent surging like a flood.

At that moment, Song Tianci appeared.

His gaze was cold, standing shoulder to shoulder with Qin Yang.

"Protect Kris; if anyone makes a move against you, kill them directly."

Qin Yang said.

"Yes."

Song Tianci spoke.

He also knew he was no match for a heavenly immortal.

At the true immortal level, even Chiyou and Ying Zheng, upon encountering a heavenly immortal, suffered losses.

How much less could he—he could absolutely not defeat Jiabailie.

But that does not mean he cannot defeat others.

Two figures appeared—one was the Light Sacred Emperor, the other the God Master.

At this time, Qin Yang had already engaged Jiabailie in combat.

They then pressed toward Song Tianci and Kris.

As long as they could capture Kris, they did not worry that Qin Yang would hesitate to strike for fear of hitting her.

Now, Qin Yang is the sole major threat in the mundane world.

"Courting death."

Song Tianci said coldly.

A blade of light flashed in his hand; a changdao appeared, which he grasped, and then Song Tianci directly attacked.

He alone charged at the God Master and the Light Sacred Emperor, yet did not fall behind.

A group of ascetic cultivators appeared, surrounding Kris.

Kris turned to leave, but her path was cut off by a powerful holy light.

The Light Sacred Emperor's mouth curled slightly; he snorted coldly, finally managing to capture Kris.

"Traitor, you should have known that betraying the Holy Court would lead to this outcome."

An ascetic cultivator spoke, his eyes fixed on Kris filled with killing intent.

"You think you've got me figured out?"

Kris sneered.

"Your strength is not bad—even comparable to mine—but you're ultimately just one person; if you surrender, we won't kill you."

The ascetic cultivator said.

"Come closer and say that again."

Kris appeared full of confidence.

The ascetic cultivator snorted coldly, and the group closed in.

At that moment, immortal dao energy surged, immortal light poured down, sweeping toward those ascetic cultivators.

Under the attack of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, those ascetic cultivators exploded outright.

At least a dozen people died beneath the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Then, their souls were all sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This made the aura of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner grow increasingly strong.

It hovered above Kris's head, protecting Kris.

Unless a Tiānxiān-level expert makes a move, it is impossible to break through the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Even a Tiānxiān-level expert who wants to break through the Ten Thousand Souls Banner must expend considerable effort.

By then, Qin Yang would have enough strength to come back and kill.

Kris, however, could not smile.

Such a powerful treasure, Qin Yang did not use it for himself but instead used it to protect her.

She worried that Qin Yang's showdown with Gabriel would fall into a disadvantage.

After all, Gabriel is the legendary archangel, one of the strongest beings in Heaven aside from Yahweh.

At this point, the battle between Qin Yang and Gabriel had already entered a feverish stage.

Tremendous power erupted between them, the two purely clashing in martial skill and magical force.

Gabriel, Hàirán, discovered that he could actually not suppress Qin Yang.

The opponent grew braver with each fight, even beginning to turn the tables and suppress him instead.

"Breaking Mountain."

With Qin Yang's loud shout.

Gabriel was split and sent flying.

His expression Hàirán, he looked at Qin Yang, his eyes full of disbelief.

The opponent was actually that strong—an Earth Immortal could so easily suppress him.

"You still aren't going to act?"

Gabriel spoke.

With Gabriel's words, a dark light appeared, and the next moment, dark aura burst forth.

Not far away, a Xuěguāng appeared—that was a Shénmíng.

Cain.

Qin Yang's gaze fell upon another person.

Fallen Angel.

This is Lucifer.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Three Tiānxiān-level experts.

He finally understood that the so-called Heaven and Hell were actually one entity.

The oppositional image crafted by the West was merely to make all beings worship them.

Whether angels or devils, or Hell or Heaven, they are their own kind.

"Qin Yang, I see where you think you can flee today."

Qin Yang sneered, he calmly said: "Flee? Never even considered it; since you've left, today you won't get away at all."

His aura surged heavenward, he wielded a Changdao, his whole body engulfed in golden divine flames flickering, like an invincible golden-armored war god.

The Changdao swept horizontally, Qin Yang charged forth.

His target was Cain, the weakest of the three.

Cain was extremely fast, wielding a long sword, he unleashed astonishing sword qi.

Xuěguāng flickered, this is a power unique to the blood race, belonging to darkness yet utterly different from true dark aura.

"That's all."

Qin Yang's blade light pressed down, directly tearing apart Cain's sword qi.

He rushed forward, intending to cleave Cain in two with a single strike.

Cain's speed was great, he vanished in an instant.

The next moment, Qin Yang's blade light sank into the city.

In the Italian city, a blade mark hundreds of meters long appeared.

Unknown how many people died from that strike.

But Qin Yang felt no psychological burden.

The battlefield was chosen by the opponent, so naturally they must bear the corresponding consequences.

Cold light flickered in his eyes as he continued to pursue Cain.

Cain was fast, but Qin Yang was not slow either, this made Cain's escape extremely embarrassing.