Chapter 466

The Demon Emperor's bloodline is very powerful, and her cultivation comprehension is progressing very quickly.

"Is that human language?" the black-clad youth behind said.

"However, sparring with my little sister and giving her some pointers is still acceptable," the black-clad youth laughed.

How could sparring be called a beating?

"I'll remember you lot," Lian Qing said angrily.

She turned back to look at the direction of the void again, but there was nothing left long ago.

Afterward, they left together.

"Xiao Qing, let's go back too."

"Go back and cultivate properly," Shi Yadie said.

"We gained a lot this time as well."

"The Young Master will definitely be fine," the little blue bird said.

"He will," Shi Yadie said, "Good people don't live long, and he isn't one."

"Young Lady is speaking ill of the Young Master again. When the Young Master returns, I will tell him," the little blue bird said.

"Whose girl are you, anyway?" Shi Yadie said, "You haven't been brainwashed now, have you?"

"But the Young Master is very good to me," the little blue bird giggled.

"Am I not good to you?"

"Both are good."

"If both are good, why did you stand on his side without hesitation?" Shi Yadie said.

"It was just this once," the little blue bird said.

As she walked, she kept looking back, filled with worry; she just didn't want anything to happen to the Young Master.

"I believe in him; my intuition tells me he won't have any accidents," Shi Yadie said.

"He has already left, so let us leave as well."

"Young Lady, people from the Feathering Divine Dynasty are ahead," the little blue bird said.

The team of the Feathering Holy Son and Saintess encountered Shi Yadie, as well as Shi Potian and Lian Qing, who had not gone far.

The opposite side was cold, filled with killing intent.

Shi Potian stepped forward, completely unafraid.

"Do you want to fight?" Shi Potian said calmly.

"Do you lot know that the Feathering Heavenly Court's Heaven Punishment Order dictates that anyone related to the devil or the demon girl must be executed?" the Feathering Holy Son sneered.

"If you want to fight, then fight; if not, get lost. I don't have time to babble with you," an iron rod appeared in Shi Potian's hand.

"Shi Potian! Do you really think I can't kill you?"

"Too much nonsense." Shi Potian swung the iron rod and smashed it down.

That Holy Son sneered; at the same realm, sword shadows were sharp, and the sky-piercing sword Qi, a rainbow light connecting heaven and earth, met him head-on.

After a flurry of chaos, the two were evenly matched.

Shi Potian was strong enough, and the Feathering Holy Son was indeed very strong as well.

However, Shi Potian was the type to become more savage the more he fought, his momentum still rising.

"You're not good enough; come together," Shi Potian laughed, his arrogance looking down on all directions.

That Holy Son was conceited and completely unafraid; sword Qi circled his body, and immortal light spread, forming a sword domain storm.

Wherever he stepped, everything was crushed and destroyed.

Shi Potian remained simple and brutal, swinging his rod to smash over.

A heaven-shaking strike, which was also ten thousand strikes; it looked brutal, but in reality, it was the Dao without form.

Jiang Nan had evolved it before; it was a very powerful technique.

Cultivating from one strike to ten thousand strikes, one hundred thousand strikes, then simplifying it back down to a single strike.

Although it was one strike, it had a thousand variations, and every strike was different.

Every strike was the destruction of the Great Dao, a strike to break the heavens.

The Feathering side had many experts, including a Saintess, who looked at Shi Yadie.

"They all say you aren't worthy of the Saintess qualification; let me try and kick you out," the Feathering Saintess walked out arrogantly.

"Perhaps it is you who will be kicked out," Shi Yadie said calmly.

Her state of mind had just sublimated; she truly feared no opponent of the same level.

Opposite them was also a Saintess at the Dragon Transformation Realm, who faced off against Lian Qing.

Lian Qing didn't indulge her either; she was in a bad mood, and did she think her Demon Emperor inheritance and Demon Emperor Body were fake?

The Demon Emperor was even earlier than the Feathering Great Emperor; the Demon Emperor Body was not inferior to any battle body.

The Feathering Divine Dynasty had many Holy Sons and Saintesses, and only a portion had come here; all had opponents.

As for those young talents, Niu Lang, the little blue bird, and the others were sufficient.

They were all very formidable.

Niu Lang and the others were only second to the Holy Son and Saintess echelon, and perhaps not necessarily unable to exchange a few blows.

Xiao Qing had the bloodline of the divine bird Bi Fang, which was also not bad.

Both sides collided, clashed for a while, and then retreated.

They were all people from Sacred Grounds; it was not yet time for a life-and-death struggle.

They had just happened to meet, and neither was convinced by the other.

Everyone was in a bad mood.

Especially those from the Feathering Divine Dynasty, who were even more conceited and wanted to suppress them, but ended up not gaining any advantage.

Even among the strongest of both sides, Shi Potian had suppressed their Holy Son slightly.

But it had to be said, the Feathering Divine Dynasty truly had many people and was very strong.

They were the only place on the human side that didn't just have two Holy Sons and Saintesses; they had many.

And they had all reached this standard.

Less than half had come here.

Other Sacred Grounds were not easy to compare individually like this.

The Demon Emperor Palace had loose management and many demon races; in fact, these few were also just a portion.

However, there were many demon races, and many were not on good terms.

For example, the large portion that Jiang Nan had wiped out before—they didn't like them either.

There were also some they didn't associate with much.

If they were to unite, they would also have many experts, with many in every realm level.

It was not easy to unite.

There was no existence like the Demon Emperor to make everyone willing to worship and follow.

It was common for Holy Sons, Saintesses, and young talents to clash when they met.

They were all used to it.

Their strength was similar, and they all had life-saving trump cards, so it was not easy to leave the other side behind.

"Amitabha, his grandfather's, my things! Wuwu, aowu..."

"Aowu... kid..." The sincere little monk had gone mad, even learning to howl like a husky.

His movements were also frolicking everywhere, just like a husky.

"He didn't die even under the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon; a scourge lasts for a thousand years. The kid shouldn't die, right?"

"But my things—what if he used them?"

"He even smashed my Quasi-Imperial Weapon! Waya ya, my heart aches... I can't catch my breath..."

"Even if the kid didn't die, his strength is extremely evil, and he progresses fast. How can I scam it back?"

"I must quickly break into the Saint Realm... but damn it, why does it feel like the Saint Realm isn't enough either?"

"Array patterns are the best for scamming people, and this kid even stole my array patterns and learned them very smoothly."

"Waaa, it aches so damn much..."

"Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, it really exists. If this thing were stolen..." the little monk's eyes glowed.

He had hesitated several times before, but didn't dare to go over.

That thing made people feel hot-blooded, and it was indeed very mysterious. ===== CHAPTER 467 =====