Chapter 97

"Supreme Elder…… just fell like that?"

The remaining members of the Yin Yang Sect gulped with difficulty, unable to believe what they were seeing.

In the Eastern Wasteland, it had long been rumored that the Sacred Body Dao Embryo was formidable, invincible in the same realm; when they arrived, they still harbored a sliver of hope.

Only when they truly faced Yang Zhu did they know what peerless elegance and contemporary invincibility meant; it's no wonder the Eastern Wasteland's prodigies all came forth, yet none dared to act arrogantly.

"Yin Yang Sect, right? I will definitely pay a visit when the time comes."

Yang Zhu's gaze swept over them; the remaining people's hearts skipped a beat, as if a sharp blade hung over their heads, ready to take their lives at any moment.

"Now that it's come to this, only a desperate all‑out effort offers a chance to survive!"

Besides the elder just suppressed to death, among the remaining people there was still a Dragon Transformation cultivator.

He looked only middle‑aged, but from his aura one could tell he had lived at least several hundred years, even over a thousand!

His name was Luo Cheng, also a Supreme Elder of the Yin Yang Sect; as early as five hundred years ago he had already made a name for himself in the Central Province, counting as a notable figure.

Luo Cheng dared not be careless; he unleashed a killing move right from the start.

He spat out a sheet of green light and instantly produced four personal treasures, each refined by him for several hundred years, immensely powerful! The foremost treasure was a bottle whose body seemed carved from blood jade, crystal clear, with the traces of the Dao woven across it.

The bottle's mouth tilted downward, and instantly a thousand‑zhang river of blood surged down, its thick bloody scent assailing the nose; even from far away it rushed straight to the crown of the head.

Next was a piece of black iron tablet, unknown what material it was refined from, its whole body gleaming with a metallic cold light, with the characters 'Yin' and 'Yang' engraved on opposite sides.

The tablet undulated with Yin‑Yang power, layer upon layer rising higher, turning into a black wave that slapped the void, cracking it with numerous black lines.

The remaining two items were driven to the extreme and attacked together.

Yang Zhu's body emanated holy radiance, the Dao patterns trembled slightly, and the power of the Great Dao seemed like a galaxy descending from the heavens, intertwining Dao and principle, incomparably heavy, capable of erasing even the traces of the Dao.

Pfft! The Great Dao power spread out, mighty and vast; those Dragon Transformation secret‑realm‑level treasures emitted a series of crisp cracking sounds, then with a bang they all exploded into powder.

"Damn, it's strong to the point of inhumanity; these few treasures, which even a Dragon Transformation expert would struggle to resist, were shattered by his single blow."

Du De sucked in a breath; he hadn't expected Yang Zhu to be this formidable now, not even able to injure him in the slightest with the treasures refined by a Dragon Transformation cultivator.

Whoosh! A fierce killing intent surged from Yang Zhu's body, radiance blooming at his brow; the next moment a golden holy sword shot forth.

The golden holy sword was only palm‑sized, yet it exuded boundless killing intent, as if the gates of Yama's hell had been flung open, revealing supreme murderous opportunity.

The holy sword almost merged with the void, making its trace hard to catch; its speed reached the extreme, flashing out dozens of zhang in an instant.

Luo Cheng instantly felt a prickling on his back, his soul as if fallen into hell, as if countless fine needles were piercing his soul, the bone‑deep chill making him shiver uncontrollably.

Endless killing intent pressed upon him, causing his skin to burst with intense pain, his bones and flesh almost splitting apart, agony beyond endurance.

Fine blood continually seeped from his body; in no time he was dyed into a blood‑soaked figure, even his eyeballs blurred by blood, his whole person seeming flayed, extremely bloody and horrifying.

"What kind of move is this?"

Luo Cheng had just finished speaking when his expression froze instantly, his pupils slightly dilated, already devoid of vitality, the terrified look still lingering on his face.

On his forehead, the golden holy sword silently pierced a blood‑hole, front and back transparent, his divine sense already annihilated.

Strangely, the blood‑hole had not a drop of blood seeping out; the pierced surface was unnervingly smooth, the blood having completely evaporated.

"Still quite handy." The Heavenly Court lives up to its reputation as the Assassins' Divine Dynasty; its killing arts have reached a horrifyingly astonishing level—every move is deadly, requiring only a single strike to slay an opponent, with no unnecessary fuss.

The Heavenly Court's scepter contains many secret arts of the highest profundities; only in its heyday could their divine sons and Shen Nü master them, while other disciples could only learn ordinary techniques.

By rights, only those divine sons who have been cultivated from childhood, whose hands are stained with countless blood, who pave their way with blood and bone, can comprehend the supreme secret arts.

But for Yang Zhu, given his talent and Dao nature, there is little he cannot master.

At that time he needed only half a day's effort to fully comprehend all those Heavenly Court supreme secret arts.

"You… you're not human, you're an absolute monstrosity!"

The remaining Yin Yang Sect members stood stunned; in just a dozen breaths, two of their Supreme Elders were slain by Yang Zhu, completely crushed with no power to resist! Their hearts pounded with extreme terror, beating violently, as if they might leap out of their chests at any moment.

In their eyes, Yang Zhu resembled a killing god, shattering the weak and unmatched; a raise of his hand could suppress any foe, overwhelmingly dominant! After Yang Zhu beheaded the two strongest, he did not glance back at the rest; with a casual flick of his embroidered robe, the Great Dao power surged, instantly grinding the remaining people to ash, leaving only one person alive.

"Go tell your sect leader; I will certainly pay a visit soon."

Having said that, Yang Zhu hurried toward the Divine City without looking back.

"Hand over all your treasures, or…"

Du De stretched out his plump, white hand, his smile bright, yet to the opponent it looked utterly terrifying.

That remaining person was only at the first level of the Four Extremes; long intimidated by Yang Zhu's methods, he stood there dumbstruck.

"All… all of it is here…"

Hearing that, his violently trembling hand fumbled over his body and handed over all his treasures.

"Hahaha, Boundless Heavenly Venerable, wishing you smooth travels."

With the treasures in hand, Du De's mouth split up to his ears, turning into a streak of light as he hurried to catch up with Yang Zhu.

"It's only been a month since we last met, Elder Brother Yang, your methods are already this terrifying; I admire you, the Sacred Body Dao Embryo lives up to its name, far stronger than the primeval Sacred Body."

Du De's face glowed red; Ye Fan had once opposed him, so naturally he was not welcomed.

Yang Zhu said nothing, focusing on the journey; the purpose of this trip was, first, to discuss matters with Yaochi, and second, to find Xiao Hei.

The two moved at extreme speed, and with Du De's formation they reached the Divine City in half an hour.

Several great holy lands and the ancient clans attacked Mount Zi twice; the news shook the Eastern Wasteland, making the Divine City recently a hub of converging winds and clouds.

Many cultivators rushed from all over the Eastern Wasteland, including prodigies and elders, so the city has lately been very lively.

After the second assault on Mount Zi failed, all the great holy masters remained in the Divine City to recuperate, while the Yaochi Holy Land, as usual, did not take part.

Nevertheless, the Yaochi Holy Mother also rushed here to prepare for any contingency.

"Help me look for Xiao Hei's whereabouts; I have some business at the Holy Lord's palace."

After giving those instructions, Yang Zhu headed toward the Yaochi Holy Lord's palace.

(End of chapter)