Chapter 376: Blood-Transforming Divine Blade

Jiang Shang's face looked somewhat unpleasant; he didn't expect Qin Yang to actually say such a thing.

Jiang Shang let out a cold snort, then said lightly: "I still have some feelings with that person. That's why I don't want to clash with you, and moreover that person is also someone who cannot stand loneliness; you think he just likes Yuanshi Tianzun? If he didn't want to scheme something, how could you exist?"

Qin Yang's heart stirred.

He somewhat understood Jiang Shang's meaning.

Jiang Shang wanted to tell him that Erlang Shen was also scheming something, likely targeting Yuanshi Tianzun.

This made Qin Yang somewhat incredulous; after all, Erlang Shen is Yuanshi Tianzun's grand-disciple.

As a member of the Orthodox Sect, Erlang Shen should be loyal to the Orthodox Sect and knows even better how powerful Yuanshi Tianzun is.

With his strength, wanting to scheme against the Original Heavenly Venerable? It's almost impossible to succeed.

Even the top war god of the Three Realms cannot be compared to the Three Pure Ones.

Perhaps some can approach their strength, but it's only approaching, unable to match them.

Thinking this, Qin Yang coldly snorted: "You still want to deceive me?"

Jiang Shang knew Qin Yang could not possibly believe his words.

He turned and left, with immense magical power surging within him, trying to break through the barrier here.

However, Qin Yang didn't give him that chance; he directly struck out, grabbing at Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang's face changed; he let out a cold snort, and the God-Beating Whip in his hand lashed toward Qin Yang.

Powerful magical power surged from the God-Beating Whip, which also contained a hint of a rule.

That rule made Qin Yang feel somewhat uncomfortable, faintly restrained; he couldn't help but frown.

The God-Beating Whip is only aimed at the deities on the List of Gods; why does it affect me?

However, it merely affects him, and cannot affect his true strength.

Boom.

A loud bang.

Jiang Shang was knocked back, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Jiang Shang stared at Qin Yang in alarm; Qin Yang's strength somewhat exceeded his imagination.

Clearly just a Heavenly Immortal, yet he has the power to suppress a Mysterious Immortal.

Isn't the opponent a bit too ridiculously strong?

Even Yang Jian back then was no more than this.

But what kind of person was Yang Jian? He was an immortal fetus born from the Jade Emperor's sister and a mortal.

And Qin Yang is merely an ordinary mortal, still residing on the spirit-energy-depleted Lan Xing.

This is an Age of Dharma Decline; cultivating to become an immortal is extremely difficult, there is even no Heavenly Tribulation, and the heavenly dao cannot manifest.

In such a place, Qin Yang actually managed to cultivate to this extent; this level of monstrosity even surpasses Erlang Shen.

Seeing Jiang Shang's face full of disbelief, Qin Yang gave a faint smile: "Will you kill yourself, or shall I kill you?"

Jiang Shang's whole body trembled; he found it somewhat unbelievable.

Qin Yang actually dared to kill himself, having already known his identity; he still dared to act?

"I have many debts of gratitude to the immortals in the Heavenly Court; if you kill me, you will surely incur their retribution."

Jiang Shang said with a cold smile.

Qin Yang shook his head, sighed, and said: "You're still too naive; people grow cold after death, and besides, they all think you're just a mortal who cannot become an immortal, already turned to dust, while they loom high above, having spent who knows how many eons in the Heavenly Court; how could they still remember you, this old person?"

"As for avenging you, who would dare offend Erlang Shen? As you just said, I am a means of Erlang Shen."

Hearing Qin Yang's words, Jiang Shang's face stiffened.

He is a smart person; otherwise he couldn't have helped the Western Zhou overthrow Zhou, nor could he have become the host of the Investiture of the Gods.

Qin Yang's words, he doesn't not understand; it's just that he inwardly refuses to believe.

"I am willing to help you; can you spare my life?"

Jiang Shang asked.

He has schemed for thousands of years, just to become an immortal; now it seems his fate has already changed, success is near.

Yet now he must die at Qin Yang's hands, his heart filled with unwillingness.

Qin Yang shook his head, his gaze like a torch, fixed on the God Lord, that is, Jiang Shang,

"From the moment you became my enemy, it was destined that you would die; moreover, I promised someone to avenge her family."

Jiang Shang's eyes flashed with a fierce light; knowing Qin Yang would not let him go, the only thing he could do now was fight desperately—only by defeating Qin Yang could he possibly escape here.

Jiang Shang's gaze fell on Chiyou, and he asked: "You won't interfere, will you?"

Chiyou smiled and said: "Rest assured, I will absolutely not interfere; as long as you can defeat him, even if you kill him, you may leave; I will not block you."

Saying this, he gave a self-mocking laugh: "If you had the strength to kill Qin Yang, I couldn't stop you either; even I would have to flee."

Jiang Shang took a deep breath, nodded, and said to Chiyou: "In that case, thank you, senior; I hope you, as you said, will not interfere in our battle."

He put away the God-Beating Whip.

Subsequently, a blood-colored long blade appeared in his hand.

Seeing this long blade, Qin Yang's pupils contracted.

Although he didn't know the origin of this long blade, he guessed it wasn't anything good.

From this blood-colored long blade, he could sense an aura of terrifying demonic evil to the extreme.

The blood-colored long blade trembled, with blood light flowing upon it, an obscure Dao principle within, emitting an eerie glow.

Terrifying, strange, filled with a killing aura.

This is a vicious weapon.

Qing Yang's expression slightly tightened; a flash of light appeared in his hand, and the long blade surfaced.

It formed a stark contrast with the opponent's blood-colored Changdao.

Golden light flickered on Qin Yang's body as he circulated his mana and actively charged toward Jiang Shang.

This was a Xuanxian-level great battle.

Jiang Shang is strong; whether in spellcraft or physical combat, he is among the strongest Qin Yang has ever seen.

Of course, this is not to say how excellent Jiang Shang is.

After all, Jiang Shang was once a disciple of the Sect of Enlightenment, experienced the Investiture of the Gods War, witnessed too many methods, and had considerable combat experience.

Even if he merely imitates the techniques of the strong he has seen, his methods are quite frightening.

"Breaking Mountain."

Qin Yang spoke, and the Changdao in his hand shot out a massive blade of light, cleaving the entire night.

The golden light flashing on the blade illuminated the surrounding night sky; he resembled a golden-armored heavenly deity, cleaving this portion of heaven and earth.

The immortal Dao aura surged, making Qin Yang appear powerful and sacred.

Jiang Shang's expression turned grave; the blood-transforming divine blade in his hand likewise slashed forth.

The blade light, violent, monstrous, and eerily extreme, collided with the golden blade light.

The two mutually canceled; both forces were dissipating while also exploding.

Powerful mana mutually suppressed each other, and the shockwaves surged outward in all directions.

Fortunately, the restriction Qin Yang had set beforehand prevented this force from striking elsewhere.

A Xuanxian-level great battle can easily destroy one or two cities, causing millions of beings to perish.

Qin Yang naturally would not allow such a thing to happen.

The two terrifying blade energies collided, erupting massively at this moment.

Qin Yang stepped backward, his blood and qi surging.

And Jiang Shang spat out a mouthful of Xiānxiě, looking at Qin Yang with Hàirán, never expecting Qin Yang's strength to be so great.