Chapter 284: Slaying Saints Beneath the Starry Sky

The three Ancestor Kings' faces were grim; they knew there was no retreat, and they also had their own pride, so they would never flee like this.

"Then let battle commence; as descendants of the Eight Divine Generals, we fear no one!"

The iron armor glowed with a cold light, and a special rune appeared on it, etched since the primeval era and still not faded.

"Boom!"

A surging blood energy shot up from their heavenly skullcaps, piercing the firmament, even suppressing the moonlight's radiance, unmatched.

Terrifying holy might permeated the air; the three were like world‑descending demon gods, killing intent sharp in their eyes, turning into divine light that shot toward the outside realm.

"Haha, truly worthy of Brother Yang!"

The three Holy Princes laughed loudly, bringing Tongtong with them as they arrived outside the realm.

The taciturn Ji Zi stared intently at Yang Zhu, not knowing what she was thinking, yet a strange glint flickered in the depths of her eyes.

The remaining cultivators, seeing this, dared not draw too close; after soaring into the sky they watched from afar, about to witness a battle that would shock the world.

To dare face the three Ancestor Kings alone with Immortal Three Severing Dao—what courage and strength! Unprecedented! "As descendants of the Eight Divine Generals, no wonder they act so arrogantly."

Yang Zhu's eyes were like cold lightning; the Heavenly Prince had been slain by him, and as followers of the Undying Heavenly Emperor, the Eight Divine Generals' descendants naturally could not swallow this insult.

"Peng!"

Without extra motion, he thrust a palm forward, possessing immense holy might that pierced the cosmos and froze heaven and earth.

A Chaos Palm Seal formed, as if yin and yang were inverted, the five phases reversed, and boundless divine light burst forth!

The divine power flooding the heavens was like a bursting ocean, upheld by supreme Dao patterns; the Milky Way trembled, wielding the power to destroy the world.

Yang Zhu's comprehension of the Dao had reached an unfathomable level; every gesture embodied the order of law.

Leaving aside various secret techniques and Shen Gong, simply the Great Emperor's Ancient Scriptures he had studied numbered no fewer than five volumes.

"What?"

The three Ancestor Kings facing this absolute strike felt a chill rise in their hearts, cold air seeping from the very seams of their bones.

They sensed an unprecedented aura of death; their souls trembled, daring not to hold back in the slightest.

"Bang!"

Someone roared like a demon god; the Milky Way shook as they spewed vast crimson clouds, and a Heaven‑Reaching Blood Stele rose up, pressing downward.

As the blood stele formed, ghosts wailed and gods howled, as if endless Yama were sealed within it; those who heard felt their flesh creep.

"Slice!"

A black long spear sliced the air like a flood dragon leaping from the sea; its tip unleashed endless lightning tribulation, with myriad strange runes coiling around it.

With a shake of the spear the void shattered, and an ancient beast with three heads and nine tails burst forth, its monstrous might overwhelming as it lunged to slaughter.

"Rumble!"

The last one shouted in anger, the Milky Way violently trembling, and the iron armor on his body fell off on its own, ancient and dilapidated.

Black holes appeared one after another, devouring everything; a light shake released countless swords, spears, axes, and halberds that slashed outward.

This iron armor is a supreme holy weapon, capable of replicating and unleashing any attack it endures; though its power is somewhat reduced, it still holds the might to exterminate.

The three joined forces, left with no choice but to fight desperately! "Boom!"

This starfield suffered a great collapse, a blank white expanse where various laws danced, orders collided, and the heavens nearly caved in.

When all divine light faded, the three Ancestor Kings were seen with blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, their bodies crisscrossed with wounds.

"Good heavens… one person suppressing three Ancestor Kings—even ancient great emperors might not manage that, possessing such heaven‑defying battle power!"

People were horrified, voices and primordial spirits trembling, utterly incredulous, shocked to the extreme! "Unsurpassable by saints—that only applies to others; it's useless against me!"

Yang Zhu shifted his hands, forming seals; myriad patterns floated across the sky, crystal clear and dazzling, radiating light ten thousand zhang high.

In his palm lay chaotic murk, the yin and yang true powers flowing and merging.

Yin‑yang power engulfed him, as if he had arrived at the universe's birth, where a world was evolving, wondrous and extraordinary.

Soon, a yin‑yang bagua slowly emerged from that world, its two poles respectively the yin and yang holy powers.

This was the move he comprehended while contemplating yin‑yang holy power—its might boundless, able to freeze heaven and earth and wear away all worlds.

"Chaos Taiji Ritual!" "Ah!"

The three Ancestor Kings' hair flew wildly; they could not believe this strike came from Immortal Three Severing Dao, instantly they hardened their resolve and unleashed their ultimate killing technique again.

"Bang!"

A heavenly deity descended, its body shrouding the heavens, reaching thousands of zhang tall, with divine courage unmatched and unstoppable.

"Hum!"

Worn bone fragments were sacrificed, and the ancient great formation of the mythic era revived, murderous aura surging, covering sky and earth, shaking the nine heavens.

"Rumble rumble……"

A black long river stretched across the void, the breath of ages flowing within, emitting a tremendous rumbling roar.

Myriad divine chains leapt from the black great river, sealing heaven and earth; the heavens and earth were torn apart, left in utter ruin.

"Pop!"

The violent collision made laws flicker across the sky, chaos murky, the five phases overturned, and vast expanses of void annihilated.

The Chaos Taiji Ritual emitted immortal light, gorgeous and eye‑catching, destroying the rotten and pulling apart the decayed.

Enveloping all the might of this heaven and earth, it could grind the Milky Way to ashes—nothing could withstand it.

Yang Zhu is a Holy Body Dao Embryo, his precious body peerless, invincible under heaven; any technique before him amounts to nothing!

"Ah!"

Only a miserable cry was heard; one Ancestor King was wounded, half his body instantly turning into blood mist.

The other two both coughed up blood mouthfuls, their arms crushed to pulp, their chests bearing shocking wounds, their entrails spilling out.

"Too terrifying—this world has produced such a monster, truly the unsurpassed young supreme!"

"Such heaven‑defying battle power has already reached the pinnacle, invincible under heaven."

People watched this scene in shock, hearts and spirits trembling, as if they saw an ancient emperor's rise, and as if it would surpass everyone before!

"Invincible physique, invincible Dao heart, invincible belief—this golden great age… really has been cut off."

In the dark, an ancient sage watched silently, voice barely audible, letting out a faint sigh.

"It's time to end."

The colorful divine waterfall pierced the heavens, auspicious qi surging, multicolored light vast, bearing supreme pressure, forbidden Dao patterns like a sea, pouring down.

Yang Zhu pointed a finger, and a colorful divine rainbow shot out, illuminating past and present, invincible in all directions, unstoppable!

The forefather king exerted all his strength to resist, all life-saving means deployed, yet still unable to withstand.

"Pfft……"

After a light sound, the forefather king's brow was pierced, his flesh and primordial spirit annihilated, with no chance to escape.

Under the horrified gazes of the people, the forefather king's corpse instantly burst open, like a splendid firework in the night sky.

At their level, no need for heaven-shaking battles; victory, defeat, life and death are often decided in just a few rounds.

"Hum!"

Yang Zhu changed his hand gesture, the colorful divine waterfall trembled, and a peerless phantom appeared, looking down on the nine heavens and ten earths, revered by the universe.

The two remaining forefather kings were shocked and dismayed, for from that figure they felt an ancient emperor's might, eternal and immortal!

That peerless figure was none other than the Divine Silkworm Emperor!

"Bang!"

Colorful divine radiance shone upon the heavens, deterring the universe; a light shake shattered the Milky Way, the nine heavens were cut down. Seven-colored immortal radiance illuminated, like a galaxy pouring down a ten-thousand-zhang killing intent; in the blink of an eye, another forefather king perished, turning to ashes.

"Your black long river is somewhat interesting; let me borrow it to ponder."

Yang Zhu extended a boundless hand, purple-gold shining, upheld by various forbidden runes, governing the world's rise and fall, able to set the heavens and earth.

The last person exploded into a mist of blood, only the primordial spirit left behind.

(Hah… feeling like I'll be scolded again…) The Scripture of No Beginning operated, stripping away its techniques and memories together.

"Created by the Eight Divine Generals? Somewhat interesting."

After a moment, Yang Zhu grasped its essence, slightly nodded, then with force crushed the primordial spirit.

Moonlight fell, starlight like a waterfall, Yang Zhu resembled an ancient emperor descending to the mortal realm, standing outside the nine heavens, possessing a captivating pressure.

"Those who dare defy the Imperial Son's decrees deserve death!" The big black dog raised its head and howled, the sound echoing in all directions.

"Simply awesome!"

The dragon horse snorted, hooves treading flames, stepping with pride, arriving beside Yang Zhu like wind and lightning.

"The Jade Pool Grand Assembly has regulations; if anyone dares to violate them again, I will soon arrive with imperial weapons to destroy their Dao lineage."

Yang Zhu scanned the scene; everyone fell silent like cicadas in winter, as if revering the gods, none daring to retort.

"Tongtong is someone I brought to the Big Dipper; I don't want to meddle in peer rivalries, but if some people shamelessly act in secret, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As the sound fell, Yang Zhu pointed a finger; blood blossoms burst in the distant sky—those who previously tried to attack Tongtong.

A Dao-slaying king couldn't even withstand Yang Zhu's casual strike.

"Turns out he follows the Imperial Son's side, no wonder he's so formidable!"

Everyone suddenly realized; if Tongtong follows Yang Zhu, then all that before makes sense.

"Big brother!"

Just as Yang Zhu was about to leave, a voice called out to him.

He turned his head and saw a young man stride out from the crowd.

The young man, about twenty, was very handsome, his demeanor calm and steady, his dark eyes clear and resolute.

"Isn't this Ning Le? He has no divine body, no faction backing, yet he sweeps the younger generation of the Southern Domain, unbeatable."

A stir rose in the crowd, recognizing this person's identity.

Ning Le, an outstanding talent among the Southern Domain's younger generation, of ordinary origin, yet he swept across various monster bodies in the Southern Domain, his fame spreading in all directions.

A few years ago he came to the Eastern Wasteland, without paying respects, extremely formidable, he is among the strongest of this generation.

"Do you know me?"

Yang Zhu didn't understand, also fell into thought; he didn't recall knowing the other.

"More than twenty years ago, big brother and this fat Daoist priest brother once saved my life from the Demonic Pavilion; Ning Le still dares not forget."

Ning Le said this and knelt down, his eye sockets instantly red and swollen, genuine emotion showing.

"Turns out it's you… you've grown this big."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhu came to his senses; back then in the Southern Ridge, he and Duan De, having just emerged from the Ruthless People, encountered a crying little girl.

After clarifying the cause and effect, the two directly blocked the Demonic Pavilion's gate, destroyed that force, and rescued the boy.

Back then Ning Le was only a few years old; now, twenty years have passed in a blink, he has grown into his present form, truly unexpected.

"Yes, back then I made a vow to become someone like big brother; these years I've been chasing your footsteps."

Back then, after seeing Yang Zhu's demeanor, a seed took root and sprouted in the heart of a young boy.

After so many years of arduous cultivation, he is no longer the boy who merely hid behind, needing protection.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable, turns out you're a little rascal, not bad, now you've reached the Four Extremes Secret Realm."

At this moment Duan De also recalled, hurriedly helped him up, continually nodding with relief.

"Come with me."

Yang Zhu brought him away from here; Ye Fan and his group, seeing this, also followed.

Knowing to stay far from this place, upon reaching a quiet spot, Yang Zhu then stopped.

"Ji Family's Ji Zi, I've met Brother Yang."

Ji Zi clasped his hands in salute, very courteous; as fellow Imperial Sons, Yang Zhu deserves such treatment.

Having met Brother Ji, he truly lives up to the Void Great Emperor's bloodline—even his appearance is so similar.

Yang Zhu returned the salute politely; whether it was the Void Great Emperor or Ji Zi, both were extraordinary figures, and he had always admired them.

Not at all; compared to you, I am far inferior.

The other party was very modest, lightly shaking his head.

Your cultivation speed is too fast, leaving us all behind.

The Holy Prince sighed helplessly; although they shared the blood of Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors, Yang Zhu had far surpassed them.

They had already been at the Dao Severing stage for a while, fearing no opponent of the same realm.

Yet one cannot compare him to Yang Zhu, who could easily suppress and kill ancestor kings; even the term 'monstrous' falls short.

I say, Brother Ji, is your father buried……? The poor Daoist means nothing else, just pure admiration!

Duan De rubbed his big, white, plump hands and approached, but Ji Zi merely glanced at him, whereupon the Boundless Daoist instantly lost confidence and hurried to explain.

Ji Zi had been born for several years, and he had heard quite a bit about this fellow Duan De.

As Ye Fan would put it: 'One shouldn't be too much like Duan De!'

This fellow, like the Big Black Dog, is top-notch; one must always be on guard, especially when encountering treasures.

Daoist Priest, don't entertain such ideas—the Void Great Emperor is buried in the boundless void, not in the Ji family ancestors' graves. Yang Zhu spoke.

What? You've known all along, making the poor Daoist long for this for so long...

Upon hearing this, the Boundless Daoist instantly felt deflated, as if a chunk had dropped from his heart—nothing could be more agonizing.

Hahaha...

For a moment, everyone laughed; it was rare to see this guy suffer a setback.

How long will you stay this time you're back? Ye Fan asked, voicing his concern.

Nowadays, Beidou is not peaceful; undercurrents surge, and the Eight Divine Generals, along with the stubborn ancestor kings among them, are all restless.

If Yang Zhu were present, he could surely deter all heroes, and the Ancient Royal Clan would not dare act recklessly.

Maybe one or two months; I will set out for the Human Race Ancient Road.

Yang Zhu spoke truthfully: this time he will not linger long, and after settling some matters, he will step onto the Starry Sky Ancient Road.

The Human Race Ancient Road? We also intend to do the same!

The Human Race Ancient Road has already opened; over these years, many heavenly pride of the human race have set out.

It is a bloody road, paved with blood and bones, full of peril and danger.

Every Human Race Great Emperor has walked it; even they, after enduring hardships, reached the end, encountering many evenly matched opponents along the way.

One can imagine how cruel it is.

The Holy Prince and Ji Zi also intend to do so, planning to set sail successively within these two months.

As for Yaoguang, he set out as early as three years ago and must have traveled far by now.

(End of chapter)