Chapter 561

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Protagonist:

Yu Zhangsheng

Yu Zhangsheng immediately stowed away Chi Lian and Cai Xing.

Within his natal magic treasure, the Purple Spirit Emperor also began to exert its power.

As Yu Zhangsheng's natal magic treasure, the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword's might was also elevated to its utmost limit in this moment.

"Startled Swan Falling Wild Goose Sword!"

Countless sword light phantoms emerged around Yu Zhangsheng, forming a stretch of setting sun; although it appeared beautiful to the extreme, it also represented extreme danger.

Amidst a stretch of crimson, sword light swept across the sky like moonlight, and violent Sword Intent also enveloped Wang Sheng like a hurricane.

This sword strike was originally one that made Wang Sheng feel immense pressure as well.

At this moment, Wang Sheng was still keeping his target focused on Chi Lian and the Golden-Winged Great Peng.

This was precisely Yu Zhangsheng's best attack timing!

Sensing the terrifying Sword Intent behind him, Wang Sheng's movement stagnated, and he abruptly turned his head to look.

He saw crimson red light illuminating almost the entire sky, the earth likewise as if covered by a layer of bloodstains; within the crimson sky, a crescent moon Sword Intent slowly descended, yet carried a terrifyingly sharp momentum.

Wang Sheng urgently dodged, but that Sword Intent seemed conscious, locking onto all of Wang Sheng's movements.

With no alternative, Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and abruptly pressed a finger to his own forehead.

A jade-like eye suddenly protruded, then burst forth with a dazzling pale green beam, shooting straight at that sword light.

Yu Zhangsheng remained unmoved, yet also understood this was a strike a Spirit Transformation cultivator had left hidden inside Wang Sheng's body.

But now, Yu Zhangsheng also had absolutely no retreat left, only boundless Sword Intent sweeping out! Boom! Heaven and earth instantly fell silent, the entire space leaving only violent energy; all nearby living beings were annihilated in this moment, and Wang Sheng below bore enormous damage, his entire body almost without a single intact spot.

Yu Zhangsheng fared no better either; the arm holding the sword was already completely crippled, dangling and swaying on his shoulder.

The backlash from this sword also made blood continuously surge up Yu Zhangsheng's throat.

"Cough cough."

Yu Zhangsheng landed on one foot, hurriedly swallowed a pill to heal, suppressing his injuries.

He knew Wang Sheng's condition would only be worse than his, after all the power Wang Sheng used was in no way inferior to his own.

It was a Spirit Transformation strike; even after he took that Body-Rending Pill, his strength was already infinitely close to the Spirit Transformation stage, yet he still could not fully control it.

Not seeing Wang Sheng in his vision, Yu Zhangsheng did not dare be careless; he released all five spirit beasts to stand guard at his side.

He himself then circulated his magic power with full force, slowly restoring his right hand.

Suddenly, Chi Lian roared loudly, and a figure rapidly smashed down from the sky.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng cried out in haste, a claw grabbing Yu Zhangsheng's back, flying away at high speed.

The Giant Tortoise roared in anger, faint prismatic light emerging behind it; a barrier appeared above everyone's heads, yet shattered instantly.

Countless vines entwined, forming a cage, but were also immediately turned to powder by this power.

Seeing this momentum could not be blocked, Yu Zhangsheng immediately had the five spirit beasts form a formation.

The five spirit beasts unleashed their magic power with full force, sending a terrifying ripple striking at that figure.

Yu Zhangsheng himself also struck out with a fist again; the Demon-Exterminating Fist had already been charged.

Rumble! Sky collapsing, earth sinking, mountains and seas trembling.

Wang Sheng spat fresh blood, yet still did not stop his attack; that combined strike of the five spirit beasts was also instantly broken by him.

Magic power scattered wildly; Wang Sheng was searching for Yu Zhangsheng's figure, but saw a massive Great Peng bird rapidly approaching him.

Wang Sheng was about to strike and kill, when a thick vine attacked from beneath his feet; helpless, he could only dodge.

Under the four spirit beasts' joint efforts, Wang Sheng was continuously forced back, until atop a mountain peak, yet unexpectedly someone had long been lying in ambush behind him.

It was precisely Yu Zhangsheng; he had long been ambushing here, waiting for exactly this opportunity.

"Five Extremes Demon-Swaying Fist, Second Fist, Exterminate Demon!"

This fist seemed to carry almost no momentum, but only Yu Zhangsheng knew the power of this fist.

Wang Sheng fundamentally did not anticipate what trick Yu Zhangsheng's fist held, merely dodging subconsciously.

However, this fist's power only began to manifest after the two sides made contact.

The Exterminate Demon Fist is a fist that strikes straight at the root! Countless strands of magic power pierced into Wang Sheng's five viscera and six bowels like needles, instantly destroying all his meridians.

Crack crack crack, sounds of magic power exploding continuously erupted inside Wang Sheng's body.

Wang Sheng's entire skin bulged with swollen spirit veins, exceptionally horrifying to behold.

Yu Zhangsheng saw this and swiftly retreated.

That Wang Sheng now heavily crashed onto the ground, whole body trembling non-stop, clearly experiencing extreme pain.

After a good while he barely managed to prop his body up, half-kneeling on the ground, one hand bracing the earth, looking at Yu Zhangsheng with an unwilling expression.

Yu Zhangsheng stepped forward quickly, the Five Extremes Demon-Swaying Fist blasting out once more.

Wang Sheng could only defend with his life, yet under the terrifying power of the Exterminate Demon Fist he continuously retreated.

Even that golden long spear instantly shattered, splitting in two.

Yu Zhangsheng kicked Wang Sheng in the face, stomping him into the ground.

Wang Sheng struggled desperately to resist, but was pinned by Yu Zhangsheng unable to move; no matter how he struggled, it was to no avail.

Yu Zhangsheng coldly laughed: "Holy Son, didn't expect you'd have a day like this too, right!"

Wang Sheng still regarded Yu Zhangsheng with disdain, threatening: "Yu Zhangsheng, you dare not kill me!"

"As long as you remain on the Sea Beast Heaven Island for a single day, you cannot kill me!"

"Otherwise, the entire Hai Shou Tian Dao will become your enemies!"

Yu Zhangsheng pointed the treasure sword in his hand at Wang Sheng's forehead and said with disdain: "Just relying on you, you also want to make Hai Shou Tian Dao my enemy?"

"Are you thinking too highly of yourself? Hai Shou Tian Dao is a force of survival of the fittest!"

"Since you are dead, do you really think someone will help you take revenge? Even your Holy Son title will be stripped away!"

Hearing these words, Wang Sheng's complexion finally changed a bit, but he still threatened: "Yu Zhangsheng, don't you know the Spirit Transformation power behind me!"

"If you kill me, even if Hai Shou Tian Dao lets you off, the Spirit Transformation True Venerable behind me won't let you off!"

Yu Zhangsheng exerted slight force with the treasure sword in his hand, making fresh blood seep from Wang Sheng's forehead.

"Even if I don't kill you, do you think I would have good days? Having reached this point, I've long since stopped caring."

"Whoever stands before me, I will kill them. You, or that Spirit Transformation cultivator, it's all the same. As long as I have enough strength, you all must die!"

Fear finally appeared on Wang Sheng's face at this moment. He finally understood why Yu Zhangsheng dared to offend him multiple times. This guy was simply a madman who wasn't afraid of death.

Yu Zhangsheng coldly pointed a finger, and Wang Sheng's arm instantly snapped in two.

"Before death, do you have any last words?"

Feeling the bone-piercing pain coming from his arm, Wang Sheng's cheeks broke out in sweat. He was finally afraid.

He hurriedly begged for mercy: "Yu Zhangsheng, spare me. I can give you anything you want!"

"I can even make it so no one else threatens you, guaranteeing your safety!"

Yu Zhangsheng coldly laughed, then pointed another finger. Both of Wang Sheng's arms were severed, yet his body was firmly pinned down by Yu Zhangsheng, unable to move. He could only grit his teeth and endure.

"Do you take me for a fool? If I let you go today, how could you let me live in peace? I'm afraid once you recover a bit, you'll join hands with others to deal with me, right?"

Wang Sheng's whole body convulsed. Gritting his teeth, he said: "Then what do you say we should do? As long as you're willing to spare me, I'm willing to be your slave." "You can place a forbidden restriction on me. Don't kill me."

Yu Zhangsheng laughed loudly, looking down at Wang Sheng with a face full of disdain. "You're still a Holy Son of Hai Shou Tian Dao, yet you grovel so abjectly. Don't you find it humiliating?"

"If you had some backbone, I might have spared you. But now..."

Wang Sheng still wanted to say something, but Yu Zhangsheng directly severed his neck with a kick.

A generation's Holy Son of Hai Shou Tian Dao, a cultivator at the Purple Mansion Peak, fell just like that.

Yu Zhangsheng stood in place for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. He hadn't expected to kill Wang Sheng just like that.

Although this indeed removed a confidant trouble for him, the subsequent troubles were even more thorny.

Yu Zhangsheng reached out, searched Wang Sheng's body briefly, and took out a storage bag.

This was a Purple Mansion Peak cultivator's storage bag. How many good things were inside? Yu Zhangsheng was also very curious.

But his mood couldn't get excited at all. The price of this battle was simply too great.

Wanxiang Sect suffered catastrophic losses in this battle. No fewer than several hundred disciples died.

These were Wanxiang Sect's most vital living forces. Now they're dead or injured.

Moreover, the surroundings were a mess. Many buildings had long since turned to powder. Rebuilding would take years.

Wanxiang Sect's accumulation of many years — this battle would probably wipe out half. That is, Purple Mansion cultivator losses weren't too great.

At this time, quite a few disciples also gathered over. Seeing Yu Zhangsheng, they all wept bitterly.

This battle was won. No matter how you put it, it was won.

These disciples all had a post-catastrophe survival mentality. Seeing Yu Zhangsheng still alive, their hearts could no longer suppress their emotions.

Yu Zhangsheng was silent for a moment, then said to the disciples: "Fellow disciples, I know everyone's mood is heavy. Countless relatives and friends have died. But if everyone despairs and gives up, it will only disappoint those disciples who sacrificed themselves for Wanxiang Sect."

"What's most important right now is to restore confidence, rebuild our Wanxiang Sect. Only then can we be worthy of those sacrificed disciples."

"When our Wanxiang Sect reaches the pinnacle of this Bei Hai Yu, those sacrificed disciples will also be able to rest in peace."

Several disciples nodded heavily and began calling on others to move. First clear these ruins, bury some fellow disciples' corpses.

The scene began operating in an orderly manner, yet the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy. Every time a Wanxiang Sect disciple's corpse was discovered, it added a trace of gloom to everyone's mood.

Yu Zhangsheng went again to beneath that deep pit. Wei Lao and that mysterious rescuer were still unconscious.

Yu Zhangsheng took out two life-saving pills he had refined himself and gave one to each person.

He found two more disciples, had them carry the two onto the Golden-Winged Great Peng's body. Yu Zhangsheng personally sent the two to a still-intact building to recuperate.

Meanwhile, the other Purple Mansion True Lord who stayed behind at Wanxiang Sect had also awakened by now.

This Purple Mansion True Lord's injuries weren't too severe. After taking healing pills, he recovered before long. Then he also began helping Yu Zhangsheng maintain order.

With this Purple Mansion True Lord garrisoned here, Yu Zhangsheng could also temporarily rest easy.

At this moment, other Wanxiang Sect Purple Mansion experts were still battling with others.

After a brief recovery, Yu Zhangsheng immediately rushed to provide support.

However, what Yu Zhangsheng didn't expect was that halfway there, he ran into the other Purple Mansion True Lords.

Yin Tianba looked at Yu Zhangsheng and urgently asked: "Changsheng, how is the sect!"

The other Purple Mansion True Lords also had anxious faces, deeply concerned about the sect.

Yu Zhangsheng sighed, "We held it, we held it. But the losses are also catastrophic."

Hearing Yu Zhangsheng's words, the several people instead breathed a sigh of relief.

What they feared was that Wanxiang Sect had already fallen, and Yu Zhangsheng had escaped.

Seeing Wanxiang Sect was already safe, the several people naturally felt much more at ease.

"Sigh, as long as it's held. No matter what, now that we've returned, we absolutely won't let those people succeed again."

"Changsheng, who exactly launched the attack on Wanxiang Sect?"

"Right, we definitely won't let him off lightly!"

Yu Zhangsheng told the several people to wait patiently, then informed them of the specific situation.

The several people who learned the news all had faces full of shock.

The one who launched the sneak attack on Wanxiang Sect this time was indeed that Seventh Holy Son.

However, no one present expected that Yu Zhangsheng would actually rely on his own strength to resist the attacks of eighteen Sub-Talisman True Lords,

plus a Wang Sheng with Sub-Talisman Peak cultivation base?

Several people were shocked beyond words; even without witnessing it personally, one could imagine what kind of bitter battle Yu Zhangsheng had experienced.

"Changsheng, you actually fought eighteen Sub-Talisman, and you actually won?"

"Did I mishear? Is this matter truly true?"

"When has Changsheng ever spoken falsehoods? It must be true."

"Changsheng, although we knew your strength was outstanding, we also didn't expect you could actually reach such a step."

"Simply unimaginable."

Those several Sub-Talisman had long already admired Yu Zhangsheng to the utmost.

Those Sub-Talisman under the Sixth Holy Maiden were also dumbfounded one by one; hearing this result, they more or less still had some doubts.

Looking at the injuries on Yu Zhangsheng's body, they could not be described as anything but severe; there wasn't a single uninjured spot, obviously he had just experienced a great battle.

Yu Zhangsheng's strength, they more or less also had some knowledge of, knowing it was very formidable.

It was probably only that Wang Sheng who could force Yu Zhangsheng to such a step.

"Wang Sheng is dead?"

One of the Sub-Talisman cultivators still couldn't believe it and asked.

"Mm, this thief has already been executed; this person killed so many disciples of my Wanxiang Sect, nearly destroying my Wanxiang Sect in one fell swoop."

"After a short while, I will impeach him upwards."

"Changsheng, is this somewhat inappropriate? He is a Holy Son after all!"

"You actually still want to actively impeach? It would be good enough if they don't come find trouble with us."

Several Wanxiang Sect Sub-Talisman were still somewhat worried; this matter truly concerns major interests.

Although it was forced by helplessness, Yu Zhangsheng killed the Seventh Holy Son; this matter will sooner or later spread out, and the ending won't be good.

Moreover, the forces behind the Seventh Holy Son also won't let the matter rest.

Even if on the surface they don't do anything to Yu Zhangsheng, behind the scenes they will certainly place Yu Zhangsheng in a dead end.

Yu Zhangsheng, however, shook his head, "Not so; if we don't make a sound, those people might instead come find trouble with us."

"We are the victims! It was that Seventh Holy Son who actively came to attack my Wanxiang Sect."

"My Wanxiang Sect was forced to defend; striking him down is also reasonable and justified. If blame is to be assigned, it can only blame that Seventh Holy Son for inferior skill."

"Even if those above pursue accountability, our responsibility is not great." (Chapter End)