Chapter 822

In Licheng, all the Holy Sons, Holy Daughters, and prodigies from the great ancient Men Sects and noble families now turned their gazes toward Fang Yu nearby.

Their faces bore various expressions—surprise, solemnity, envy—but none dared step forward again to attack Fang Yu.

Anyone could see that the young cultivator from Yaoguang Sacred Ground had elevated the realm to the Four Extremities Secret Realm; to achieve this at such a young age, he must be a genius of the Dao Cultivation World, and his choice to strike now clearly revealed great ambition—to challenge the Yaoguang Holy Son for the title.

Yet this peerless genius, a Four Extremities cultivator, was slain in an instant by that Fang Yu, with no chance to resist.

They knew that if they faced him, they too might meet an untimely end.

"His cultivation base seems stronger than before, and what divine art did he just use? It filled me with terrifying dread."

The Yaoguang Holy Son was surrounded by countless rays of light; his Holy Light Art had reached a high realm, capable of both offense and defense, unmatched in either, and in recent days he had labored intensely, elevating the realm.

Originally, the Yaoguang Holy Son believed that when he next met Fang Yu, he would surely avenge his past humiliation—but now he realized he was fortunate not to have acted, or else he himself would have been reduced to ashes.

"Xuan Sect, Fang Yu—hasn't emerged from seclusion in years, yet now he's become such a peerless genius."

The Holy Son of Dayan Sacred Ground was astonished; he felt that even if he unleashed the Great Expansion Holy Sword, he might still fail to withstand Fang Yu's terrifying attack just now.

That storm cluster terrified him deeply—its speed and power far exceeded his expectations, and it ended before it even began.

"Fang Brother, what kind of stroke of fortune did you gain? Even more terrifying than the last time we met in Xuan Sect."

The Yaoguang Holy Daughter's face always wore a faint smile, but inside, intense danger had risen—she was extremely close to this Fang Brother and had seen more details.

In her spiritual perception, in a fraction of a moment, a storm cloud emerged from Fang Yu's body, radiating an unimaginable terror; when that terrifying storm descended, not only was Gu Litian within it obliterated, even she found it excruciatingly difficult to mobilize her spiritual sense—as if several ancient divine mountains had suddenly crushed down upon her.

In other words, facing this peerless genius of Xuan Sect, ordinary cultivators could not even mobilize their divine arts or activate their treasures before being reduced to ashes.

How could one possibly resist such Fang Yu? Unless one struck instantly with lethal intent—but he likely still has more hidden cards.

"Can one person truly cultivate so many peerless secrets in just one year?"

The Holy Daughter's beautiful eyes flickered, her mind brimming with countless thoughts.

The entire Licheng region had fallen silent after Fang Yu instantly slew the disciple of a Yaoguang Sacred Ground Grand Elder, yet beside Fang Yu, Tu Fei and Pang Bo were elated.

"Fang Brother is incredible! That birdman was so arrogant—he told Ye Zi to put down his treasure and kneel aside! I haven't seen such a brazen dog in ages."

Tu Fei, seeing Fang Yu obliterate Gu Litian with a single move, praised him endlessly.

"That guy was definitely a dog—now he's dead, good riddance, perfect."

Pang Bo also felt a sense of relief.

The more arrogant Gu Litian had been, the faster he died—truly satisfying.

"Thanks again, Senior Brother."

Ye Fan also spoke, thanking Fang Yu.

That disciple of the Yaoguang Sacred Ground Grand Elder had cultivated to the Four Extremities Secret Realm, a peerless genius—his strength was truly formidable; if Ye Fan had faced him, he would have needed a prolonged battle to kill him.

But Fang Brother struck and slew him instantly, protecting him—this was a display of authority; from now on, anyone daring to attack him would have to think twice.

He wasn't afraid of battle, but being hunted by countless others over a treasure was not what he wanted.

"Ye Fan, you are a disciple of Xuan Sect—if you're hunted just for obtaining a treasure, I won't mind slaughtering everyone to show the world what Xuan Sect's dignity means."

Fang Yu spoke, his gaze sweeping across the crowd; none of the Holy Sons or Holy Daughters dared act brazenly where his eyes passed.

"Xuan Sect…"

"Xuan Sect's dignity…"

"Xuan Sect isn't even a Sacred Ground, yet with a genius like Fang Yu, no one knows if it's good or bad for the sect—their depth of cultivation is still too shallow."

Some Holy Sons and experts muttered inwardly, but none dared step forward to provoke Fang Yu.

They were Holy Sons, not fools.

Boom—

At that moment, from deep beneath the ground, a thunderous sound surged forth like ten thousand cavalry charging, roaring like a tidal wave, deafening.

Immediately, a chilling aura shot skyward, like the bitter cold of the twelfth lunar month, causing many cultivators to shiver uncontrollably, unable to withstand this frigid energy.

"This grand tomb isn't ordinary—it must harbor extremely vicious energy; this doesn't bode well."

Duan De, the fat Daoist Priest, paled slightly, sensing something amiss.

"Boom."

Rolling dark energy surged upward, blackening the sky like endless clouds, obscuring this entire realm.

"Even worse than I imagined—something monstrous lies below, evolved into a demon, and likely not just one; there are probably others we cannot handle."

Duan De's expression shifted between dark and pale.

The young champions of the Sacred Grounds, the妖族 experts, and the descendants of great bandits all fixed their gazes with utmost intensity, ready to act at any moment.

Boom—boom—boom…

Ten thousand cavalry charged, the earth trembling violently; in the next instant, wave after wave of soldiers burst forth, their killing aura piercing the heavens.

They all rode monstrous beasts, wielding long spears and iron halberds, clad in ancient iron armor, glinting with cold light.

Not living beings—yin spirits.

Clearly, the tomb rumored to hold the Nine Secrets had undergone drastic changes, giving rise to so many yin spirits.

"Powerful yin spirits—how could there be so many?!"

Many cried out in shock.

In mere moments, thousands of yin soldiers and yin steeds had surged forth, shaking heaven and earth; the yin energy here was so thick it could not be dispersed, and more kept pouring out endlessly.

Thousands of yin spirits emerged from this tomb site, iron armor gleaming, killing aura piercing the sky, like a flood surging forth, making the earth tremble.

The scene was awe-inspiring—a vast, dark sea of yin spirits stretching across the horizon, forming an iron torrent that crushed all before it; wherever the halberds pointed, everything seemed destined to be pulverized.

Fang Yu, standing high above, was naturally the first target; thousands of yin soldiers directed their killing intent straight at him.

"Yin spirits—I've never seen any that could truly come into power."

Fang Yu gazed at the yin spirits; clearly, this was a feature of this world—in the Donghuang Qing Emperor's tomb, there were such things, and here too—this world seemed especially suited for cultivating great yin arts like the Great Yin Freeze Art, with abundant yin energy.

But Fang Yu was the opposite—he was a being saturated with Nine Yang Qi.

Even if they are not ancient overlords, cultivators of the Eternal Life Realm and cultivators of the Divine Ability Secret Realm will all think of ways to obtain some Six Yang Holy Water, or Nine Yang Holy Water, to cultivate their physical bodies and enlighten their magic treasures, so that both their flesh and their treasures possess a pure-yang attribute.

Therefore, when Fang Yu faced these thousands of Yin beings, he simply looked at them with his gaze. His gaze was pure-yang light, and wherever it passed, over a thousand Yin beings were reduced to ash in an instant.

"What? How can this Fang Yu be so powerful?"

"Those are over a thousand Yin beings—even if I encountered them, I would have to be extremely careful."

"These over a thousand Yin beings gathered together are indeed a considerable force. Basically, cultivators of the Palace Secret Realm who encounter them have a great chance of falling, and even Four Extremes cultivators who encounter them might not come out well. However, that Fang Yu earlier killed the peerless genius of the Yao Light Holy Land in an instant, so being able to instantly slay these Yin beings is also within reason."

Some were shocked, while others felt it was only natural.

But the Yin beings here were not just over a thousand—more Yin beings rose up from underground, everywhere, surging toward all directions.

"Clang!", "Clang!", "Clang!"

Black fog surged, iron armor flashed, and some Yin beings directly surrounded dozens of cultivators of a sect.

Where the iron halberds pointed, numerous weapons were split apart, blood blossoms bloomed. These Yin beings charged through, and the dozens of people of that sect all became a pulp of flesh, dying an unnatural death.