Chapter 751: Since there is Ya, why must there be Yang!

"You are defeated."

Lu Xunyang was covered in blood, standing atop the void, his voice ringing out with the clang of forged iron.

Opposite him, the Lu Lord was covered in countless bloody pits, his long hair matted with blood, his head hanging low, his eyes appearing extremely dim.

"My Lord...!"

In the distance, several Elders of Lu Province had withered auras, watching this scene in shock.

They could not believe that Lu Xunyang, against the combined might of the two Province Lords and themselves, had actually defeated them to this extent.

"Lu Xunyang, Prince Lu!"

The Second Elder of Lu Province roared heart-rendingly, his legs trembling as he knelt directly in the void:

"The Lu Province Lord has fallen, Lu Province will be destroyed; what we did to you in the past, it was my Lu clan that was wrong!

If you want to blame someone, then slice me into a thousand pieces, I will pay the debt!"

He spoke with a sorrowful voice:

"I beg you to spare the Lord, for the sake of the Lu Province bloodline you yourself possess, leave a glimmer of hope for Lu Province!!!"

The people of the world watched with difficulty.

The usually high-and-mighty Second Elder of Lu Province was now kneeling before Lu Xunyang, begging Lu Xunyang to spare the Lu Lord's life.

The Lu Lord hung his head, his physical body nearly collapsed, a miserable laugh spilling from the corners of his mouth:

"Second Elder, get up!"

He barked in a low voice:

"How can an Elder of my Lu Province kneel?!"

His voice shook, blood spraying from his body as he stared fixedly at Lu Xunyang:

"Tell me, what exactly did you experience?!"

Until this moment, his eyes were filled with unwillingness and shock.

Lu Xunyang's strength was something he had never imagined.

He did not know what a person had to go through to reach such a state.

Clearly, Lu Xunyang should have been severely wounded in his Dao path, or even on the verge of death, even if he hadn't died in the Forbidden Land of the Ancient Gods.

He asked himself, after Lu Xunyang left, he had not slacked off; even though he was already strong enough, he still practiced every day.

But why was the gap between himself and the other growing ever wider?

Seemingly both at the peak of the Eighth Rank, yet he could only see the other's back.

This person was clearly the discarded son of his Lu clan.

A freak who could not even produce a shred of blood-Qi.

A freak!

Even a piece of trash unable to awaken blood-Qi would have at least a sliver of blood-Qi strength within their physical body.

Among the billions of living beings in the world, it was impossible for there to be no one unable to produce even a shred of blood-Qi.

But Lu Xunyang was just that.

From the moment of his birth, Lu Xunyang's physical body was insulated from blood-Qi.

This was the first time in human history; an absolute piece of trash.

And Lu Xunyang's ruined physical meridians were also a mess, the trash among trash.

Yet, though Heaven cut off his path of blood-Qi, he had forcibly altered his meridians with steel needles, carving out a path of hard-body tempering.

It was simply absurd.

Under the witness of Lu Ya, Lu Xunyang had grown step by step into the number one of the Eighth Rank, a Divine General of Great Xia.

Entering the Forbidden Land of the Ancient Gods was supposed to be a dead end.

But why was he so powerful after returning?

Lu Ya looked at Lu Xunyang, his Dao heart on the verge of shattering; though he was still alive, he was no different from a dead man at this moment.

At this moment, he and Lu Xunyang seemed to have detached from the struggle between Great Xia and Lu Province, detached from the posture of a duel between the strongest of two factions.

It was more like neighbor boys walking on different paths, engaged in childish comparison, unwillingness, and anger.

He did not understand, he did not get it.

"Why am I strong?" Lu Xunyang narrowed his eyes:

"It is nothing more than stepping into a life-and-death game with the world and carving out a bloody path."

The Lu Lord's body trembled slightly, unable to speak another word.

Everything from the past seemed to churn in the depths of his heart; everything that had happened, countless choices had created the current situation.

Until this moment, he was powerless; he despairingly raised his head, looking up at the distant sun, and wailed:

"Since there is Ya, why must there be Yang!!!"

His wail echoed through heaven and earth; at this moment, he seemed to be his most authentic self.

Within Lu Province, countless experts watched and listened, closing their eyes with difficulty.

At the same time.

The Ji Lord was on the verge of death, slowly floating in the void.

Now, her combat power had been beaten down to less than one percent, and her own survival had become a problem, let alone helping the Lu Lord.

If she approached now, the first to die would not be the Lu Lord, but her.

She lowered her eyes to look below.

Chen Yan and Xia Yuan had joined forces, actually beating the three Ji Province Marshals—including Ji Yanqing—into steady retreat; even with the interference of those from the Creation Realm rushing in from all over, they could not stop the decline of Ji Province.

That young man was as calm as a killing machine.

Regardless of how severely the Land Lord and she were injured, the opponent did not care; he only cared about his own fists, only cared about whether he could kill the strong enemy before him as quickly as possible.

Because of this, Ji Yanqing and the Sixth Marshal and Seventh Marshal did not dare to be distracted in the slightest, fearing that a moment of hesitation would lead to their deaths at the hands of Chen Yan.

"My Lord!" Ji Yanqing's telepathic voice rang out in her ears.

"Give the order!"

A look of twilight appeared in the Ji Lord's eyes; she did not speak, but instead looked toward another place below.

There, a man named Zhao Zhugui was actually climbing over the collapsed walls and ruins, leaving the Wang Ting step by step using only the strength of his own flesh and blood.

From beginning to end, he had never cared about the great battle in the sky, nor had he cared about the ruined Wang Ting.

His gaze wandered around the surroundings, carrying a sense of appreciation.

Seeing this scene, the Ji Lord was completely speechless.

What the hell kind of freak is he?

Lu Xunyang's expression was calm as he cast a glance toward a distant place.

Above the ocean outside Ji Province, a silver-eyed woman in a golden robe was trembling, bowing deeply toward him.

"Uncle Xunyang promised me!"

Lu Jianxia pressed her waist down hard, her voice filled with a sense of sorrow.

She lowered her head, her black hair hanging down, reflecting the moonlight; the sense of desolation appeared tranquil at this moment.

Having returned to Lu Province a step early, she already knew that the Land Lord had headed to the Ancient God Forbidden Land.

But she never imagined that the Land Lord had been lurking within Ji Province from the very beginning.

At this moment, the reality and her ideals produced a violent sense of tearing, making it difficult for her to accept.

She gritted her teeth and shouted in a low voice once more:

"Uncle Xunyang promised me!"

Lu Xunyang frowned, but red clouds surged upon his fist, as if ten thousand stars were collapsing into a single point.

"I, Lu Xunyang, am not a man who loves to kill; today, eliminating Lu Ya alone can allow millions to escape the sea of suffering caused by war!"

His voice was grand and filled with absolute dominance as he answered Lu Jianxia.

As the voice slowly echoed.

Within the universe, the Ji Lord, whose physical body was broken, took a few steps back, and the Qi and blood within her body began to fall into rapid disorder.

The entire Ji Province was in a state of shocking silence.

In the distant Lu Province, countless people knelt on the ground, wailing toward the sky, overcome with grief.

Lu Jianxia suddenly raised her head, her face as pale as paper, her hollow eyes staring fixedly at where Lu Xunyang was.

The next instant.

"On the day of the Lu Ya blood sacrifice, the one wielding the blade is I, Lu Xunyang!"

Boom!

A fist pressed down!

An earth-shattering sound rang through the world.

As that fist fell, the void shattered inch by inch like a mirror, and the explosive golden light occupied the eyes of all the people in the world.

Shock, hard to conceal, impossible to believe.

Rumble!!!

The Land Lord's physical body shattered like glaze; amidst the sky-filling blood mist, everything about him was ground to nothing by the fist light.

A Province Lord, fallen just like that.

"My Lord, ahhh!!!"

"You dare, you actually dare!!!"

"Kill!"

Sounds of fury erupted completely from the mouths of several elders of Lu Province; their roars threatened to tear the firmament apart, filled with immense rage.

In an instant, they went mad!!!

Boom boom boom boom!!!!

All the Lu Province elders erupted instantly, turning into an infinite ocean of force and Qi and blood as they charged toward Lu Xunyang; thousands of strange phenomena exploded in the deep, dark space of the universe.

Lu Xunyang glanced over, the golden light in his eyes rising like a great sun.

He reached out a hand, and the energy within a radius of ten thousand miles seemed to be under his control.

"Today, I, Lu Xunyang, shall slaughter every strong enemy in Lu Province!"

Boom boom boom boom!!!

Above the clouds, endless blood-colored light exploded!

Below, Chen Yan's eyes held killing intent; he pointed a finger, and a pitch-black laser shot out instantly, piercing through the chests of the Seventh Marshal of Ji Province.

【Condensing Radiance Style】!

"My Lord!!!"

Ji Yanqing roared while bathed in blood, like a shrew, slashing with the long whip in her hand, but her attacks were continuously shattered by Xia Yuan's blade light.

Under the suppression of endless blood and bones, the three great marshals already lacked the strength to match their ambitions.

Now that Chen Yan had killed the Fourth and Fifth Marshals alone and was besieging them together with Xia Yuan, it only added frost to the snow.

"Kill, ahhh!!!"

A Ji Province Creation Realm expert attacked, but was struck by a casual gust of fist wind from Chen Yan, causing their body to explode into pieces.

The Sixth Marshal and Seventh Marshal looked at each other, both seeing the determination to die in the other's eyes.

"At the very least, take him down!"

The Seventh Marshal roared, brandishing the heavy mace in his hand as space shattered inch by inch, and ten thousand layers of flaming light smashed toward Chen Yan.

"Trash!"

Chen Yan swept his Ash-Evil Spear across the void, and instantly, ten thousand blood-red Other Shore Flowers bloomed, with rivers of blood surging across the firmament, rushing to slaughter the Seventh Marshal.

Profound-Entry level 【Blood Domain Reversing the World】!

Although it was only Profound-Entry level, the current Chen Yan was no longer what he once was; by merely using the power of True Martial, he could suppress a powerful Eighth Rank.

Boom!!!

The blood river surged against the Seventh Marshal's physical body, instantly blasting hideous bloody gashes into it; the Seventh Marshal clutched his stomach and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

"Breaking Dao - Triple Slash!!!"

The Sixth Marshal roared, raising one hand as if to grasp the firmament, and in an instant, three great swords radiating divine brilliance appeared above Chen Yan.

"Slash!!!"

Following the Sixth Marshal's hysterical roar, the three great swords slashed toward Chen Yan in unison.

Splat, splat, splat!!!

Chen Yan's physical body was severed into four pieces.

Seeing this, the Seventh Marshal was about to scream in excitement, but the next moment, he let out a shriek as if he had seen a ghost:

"Undying and Indestructible!!!"

Yet, one could see that although Chen Yan's body had been slashed into four pieces, he seemed not to feel the excruciating pain at all; where the sword marks were, immortal golden radiance overflowed, repairing his physical body.

It was as if he had merely suffered a negligible, minor injury.

"When trash Eighth Rank is paired with trash martial techniques, it makes it seem like I am bullying a child."

Chen Yan's voice, like the low moan of a ghost, nearly tore the Seventh Marshal's mind apart.

Only now did he clearly understand what kind of enemy he was facing.

Chen Yan was extremely disappointed.

He only wanted to die, so why was it so difficult?

Ever since his Will Domain was born, Chen Yan's immortal will had already far surpassed its former strength.

He could regenerate even if his physical body died, let alone these heavy sword wounds.

He had understood back in the Ancient God Forbidden Land that one must settle internal problems before resisting external ones; the Five Clans were a problem that had to be solved.

But in his heart, how could he not wish for the Five Clans to be stronger?

If the Human Clan were strong, then there would be the power to fight the Ancient Gods in the future.

But having experienced the suppression of the Dream-Eating Tapir, Chen Yan felt the weakness of these human pinnacles one by one at this moment.

Weak!

It turned out that only Lu Xunyang was strong, not the Eighth Rank.

It turned out that he himself was so weak, yet he stood out like a crane among chickens within the Human Clan.

Disappointment!

"I am truly disappointed..."

His eyes were cold, his body had already rushed before the Seventh Marshal, and the long spear in his hand was raised.

The spear tip bloomed with Ninth-Grade Spear Soul, and billions of Evil Void Spores descended!

At this instant.

The Second Elder of Luzhou had his physical body blasted apart by a punch from Lu Xunyang.

At this instant.

Ji Yanqing's eyes were filled with despair, and Xia Yuanzhi's long sword was already slashing toward her neck.

At this instant.

Lu Xunyang's body paused slightly, looking toward a distant direction.

At this instant.

The Seventh Marshal opened his mouth wide, having already accepted the outcome of his own death.

Time and space seemed to have frozen at this moment.

The long wind whistling through the heavens also stagnated.

Even those bursts of flaming light paused in the void.

Clang!

Following the sound of a crisp blade being drawn.

Infinite power of rules and infinite, vast blood energy filled the four directions.

Chen Yan's pupils shrank, his physical body still paused in the void, and the Ash-Evil Spear in his hand did not move in the slightest.

But his thoughts were flowing.

He could feel something within his body trembling; he could feel himself being stared at by a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss and as towering as a mountain.

The heavens and earth seemed to be controlled by a giant hand.