Chapter 221: Suppressing the Golden Crow Clan

Everyone's gaze gathered on San Que Dao Ren, all wanting to see how he would choose.

"I..."

San Que Dao Ren's face was grave, head lowered, not daring to meet Yang Zhu's gaze; even his sworn brother Yin Tian De had been defeated by Yang Zhu in three moves.

In his place, there would be no chance of victory—beyond doubt! He just stood there, ultimately saying nothing.

"To the Golden Crow ancestral land."

Yang Zhu took out a divine source larger than a man's head, gave it to him; the big black dog immediately set to laying a domain gate to cross over.

The Golden Crow Clan moved to exterminate the Sun God Sect, even seeking to cut off the last trace of the Sun Holy Emperor's bloodline—overly tyrannical and cruel.

Having obtained the Fusang Divine Tree, he still inherits the Sun Holy Emperor's legacy; today he must erase the Golden Crow Clan from the world!

The Sun Holy Emperor's magnificent achievements made an indelible contribution to humanity; who would have thought that one day the very people he once protected would plot to sever his inheritance?

If today we do not act to uproot the Golden Crow Clan, we would shame the Human Emperor!

"Hum!"

When the domain gate was completed, upon activation several people instantly vanished from the spot.

"What's going on?"

The others hadn't reacted yet, wondering why Yang Zhu repeatedly struck down the Golden Crow Prince—what was the reason? "That child is a descendant of the Holy Emperor..."

Among them, someone who knew the details explained the reason; as news of the Fusang Divine Tree's birth spread, many forces and strong cultivators gathered at the North Sea.

Moreover, the news of the Golden Crow Clan's attempt to overthrow the Sun God Sect was no secret; indeed, everyone knew.

This act of destroying the Holy Emperor's inheritance drew dissatisfaction from many, yet due to the Golden Crow Clan's power they dared not speak out.

"Good! Now the Golden Crow Clan is too arrogant and overbearing; we should crush their spirit!"

"Someone with talent surpassing Yin Tian De—this time the Golden Crow Clan won't have it easy; let's go take a look."

After understanding the antecedents and consequences, people cheered, saying that after all most are humans, unwilling to see the Human Emperor's last bloodline exterminated.

For a time, many began to cross over, all wanting to witness Yang Zhu's move against the Golden Crow Clan; even the matter of searching for the Fusang Divine Tree was temporarily set aside.

Zi Wei, the Golden Crow's habitat.

A scorching ancient tree takes root here, its whole body like cast in gold, brilliant and dazzling, resembling a blazing sun, with terrifying heat flowing.

The ancient tree reaches over a hundred zhang in height; upon close inspection, one finds it somewhat resembles the Fusang Divine Tree, as if imitation.

It merely lacks the charm of the immortality elixir and the imprint of the Great Dao, ultimately unable to attain even a fraction.

"Brother, I heard they're strong; do we really have to act?"

Yang Zhu's group emerged from the void, Tong Tong staring at the ancient tree ahead; although he wanted to avenge Uncle Jiang and others, he still felt worried for Yang Zhu.

The Golden Crow Clan innately possesses fiery bodies, each individual extremely strong, few dare to provoke them.

They dwell upon the Fusang Divine Tree, inhaling and exhaling solar essence; each contains fire essence, overwhelmingly powerful, when heavenly fire burns, all things turn to ash.

The Golden Crow Clan: each of the ten princes is of extraordinary talent, each prince stronger than the last; several have already slain the Holy Lord, reaching the peak of their prosperity.

"This clan is quite special; each member is extraordinarily powerful."

Yan Yixi felt some worry; the Golden Crow Clan's strength is unfathomable, especially the Golden Crow Clan Chief, whose cultivation level is unknown, surely extremely terrifying.

Although it is now the degenerate age, heavenly and earthly rules have greatly changed; strong ones are far fewer and less terrifying than in the barbaric wilds, yet the Golden Crow Clan is an exception.

They have ushered in an unbelievable golden age; a single clan with ten princes, each deterring the earth, wherever they go people avoid them.

"A bunch of impure-blooded fellows who still dare to seek power—nothing to fear." Yang Zhu's eyes were calm; ancient beings he fears not in the slightest—what is this, a bunch of Golden Crows? "Just a bunch of featherless birds; at worst we'll bring out imperial weapons and overwhelm this place."

The big black dog shouted, with Yang Zhu present, even if a sage came, he'd want to go up and give the opponent a thrashing.

"Who dares intrude upon our ancestral god's land?"

Shortly after a few people arrived, two divine lights shot out from the depths, shouting loudly.

They were two Golden Crow Elders, like golden men, covered in golden feathers, their golden pupils shooting true solar fire, aggressive and overbearing.

"Hum!"

Heaven and earth rumbled, the Dao trembled, the Hun Dun Chi slowly emerged, hovering above.

Its body shone brightly, inscribed with many Great Emperor Dao patterns; each stroke is profoundly intricate, impossible to fathom even the slightest detail—even if a sage came, they could not comprehend it.

The Hun Dun Chi was shrouded in mist, hazy, a terrifying aura seeping forth, pouring down myriad auspicious signs, intertwining the Dao and principle.

"Boom!"

The Hun Dun surged, ancient Great Emperor characters flashing; suddenly a strand of Hun Dun essence descended, like a universe overturning, its momentum shocking! "Bang!"

A wisp of killing intent struck like a thunderbolt; in an instant the two elders were blasted sideways, their bodies cracking, then with a bang they exploded completely!

The two Golden Crow Elders were at Second-stage Immortal cultivation, i. e., the rank of Holy Lord; facing Yang Zhu of the same realm, they didn't even have a chance to retaliate.

"Those inside, get out!"

With a soft chuckle from Yang Zhu, the divine fire spanning a thousand li was instantly extinguished; the entire ancient tree trembled, on the verge of collapsing.

The Hun Dun Chi rose and fell, swallowing and exhaling the light of sun, moon, and stars, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth; its body shimmered, entwined with the power of the Great Dao, exuding a terrifyingly supreme aura.

"What great gall, to dare kill my Golden Crow Elder!"

The Golden Crow Eldest Prince was marvelously extraordinary, the strongest among the ten princes; he was very handsome, his aura terrifying, as he strode out with great steps.

"Boom!"

Yang Zhu didn't waste words, controlling the Hun Dun Chi to lower a strand of qi; the Dao rumbled, a sheet of Hun Dun overturned! Golden blood spattered, the opponent was swept up a hundred zhang, emitting a heaven-shaking roar, as if a star had exploded.

Pfft! His body was instantly torn apart, several fist-sized blood holes pierced front to back, continuously bleeding, his internal qi withered, only a last breath clinging.

"You..."

The Golden Crow Eldest Prince was startled; he hadn't expected that upon arrival he'd be near death, just about to say something when Yang Zhu grabbed him with one hand.

"You think I spared your life for what?"

Yang Zhu tossed him aside like trash, throwing him into the ground like a spear, landing in a kneeling posture, firmly fixed there.

"Big brother!"

Another Golden Crow Prince stepped out, seeing this scene with blond hair flying, eyes wide open, the whole sea of fire surging, as if a fire dragon had awakened!

Bang!

Yang Zhu's eyes stayed calm, he raised his hand to suppress; the principles of order all surfaced, he launched a booming attack at the opponent, instantly crushing them.

But he deliberately held back, the opponent's flesh utterly shattered, leaving only half a head hanging there.

Yang Zhu projected a stream of divine power to form a body for him, then flicked his hand, fixing him beside the Great Golden Crow Prince.

The two Golden Crow Princes knelt there in perfect order, unable to move an inch.

(End of Chapter)