78: Chapter 78: Crushing a Half-Step Saint King with a mere flick of the wrist—My young master is invincible among his generation!

"A single glance enters the Nine Netherworlds."

Cold words slowly echoed from Xie Wushang's mouth. The black and white light between his brows bloomed, and his vertical eye opened.

Dao patterns diffused from his eyes, seeping into the Void Realm.

Ripples spread across the entire space.

Opposite him, Zou Mang only felt the world spinning and the universe changing color. Lightning flashed before his eyes, and the world seemed to have changed into a different scene.

The next moment, he felt as if he had appeared in a vast and dim space.

He stood amidst the Underworld Sea, and looking up, he saw a dark red sun.

"Where am I?" Panic gripped Zou Mang's heart.

Not only Zou Mang, but even Li Hao and the half-step Saints of Tianyang Holy Land beside them felt their minds tremble.

Each of them felt as if they had entered a Nine Netherworld space, and for a moment, panic filled their hearts as they looked up.

"Blade of Judgment!"

Almost simultaneously, cold and majestic words resounded from the firmament, reaching these people's ears.

Then, light bloomed on the firmament, the Void Realm split open, and over a hundred thousand-meter-long giant blades manifested and slashed down.

As the giant blades slashed down, accompanied by a terrifying Dao might, before they could counterattack, a terrifying force pressed down upon them.

Boom!

Zou Mang's body knelt to the ground, unable to move.

At the same time, Li Hao and the other Cultivators of Tianyang Holy Land who had spoken derisively toward Xie Wushang all trembled.

They knelt in the air.

In the Nine Netherworld space, sharp blades flickered and continuously slashed down.

"Ah!" Screams rang out.

Their Primordial Spirits had been drawn into the Nine Netherworld space by the "Eyes of the Nine Netherworlds" condensed by Xie Wushang using the Dao Laws.

Now that their Primordial Spirits were being slashed, they wailed one after another.

Yet their physical bodies were still in the air, unconsciously kneeling down as well.

At the same time, black and white Qi intertwined at Xie Wushang's fingertips, evolving into a vortex from which countless sharp blades flew out.

These sharp blades cut across the Void Realm, slashing toward Zou Mang, Li Hao, and the rest of the Cultivators from Tianyang Holy Land.

Swish, swish!

The sharp blades slashed past.

Gale-force winds whistled, shredding all their clothes to pieces.

Their armor collapsed and turned into powder, and even their inner armor shattered instantly, completely unable to withstand this attack from Xie Wushang.

Swish, swish!

Streak after streak of sharp blades slashed away.

It was truly thousands of blades striking together.

All the Cultivators of Tianyang Holy Land were slashed down to the ground, looking miserable as the Saint Realm Laws on their bodies shattered.

Their auras began to plummet.

"Th-This... What is going on?"

"The half-step Saint King of Tianyang Holy Land is actually kneeling in the air just like that, allowing the Divine Son to attack at will?"

Behind Xie Wushang, the two half-step Saint realm iron guards under Jiang Xun's command widened their eyes at this sight.

They looked at each other in dismay, gazing ahead with faces full of disbelief.

That was a half-step Saint King and a Peak Saint realm expert!

Even their own captain, Jiang Xun, would find it difficult to suppress the other party.

Even Jiang Mo had to be three parts wary of the two of them.

Yet at this moment, under the hands of the Divine Son before them—who was only at the Eighth Realm—they were completely vulnerable, without even the power to resist.

Such a scene completely exceeded their imagination.

Thud, thud!

Zou Mang and the others plummeted into the valley below.

"It's not an illusion, it's real!"

Hearing those sounds, Jiang Xun and the others finally confirmed that what was before their eyes was not an illusion, but truly happening right in front of them.

Afterwards, they gasped in cold breath, looking toward Xie Wushang.

"The Young Lord is strong beyond the charts!"

"With such strength, who in the same generation can compare?"

"What kind of terrifying means did Young Master Wushang use?" Jiang Xun also looked toward Xie Wushang.

At the same time, he secretly glanced at Jiang Mo, seemingly wanting to ask the latter to find out some information about the Young Lord.

"An instant kill? Another instant kill!" Jiang Mo widened his eyes in disbelief as he looked ahead, taking a deep breath.

He had only recently received news that the Young Lord had suppressed Jiang Kui, who was at the half-step Saint King realm, in the Jiuyang Secret Realm.

The other party had almost no power to fight back.

At that time, his heart was shocked, but he also found it hard to believe, thinking that the Young Lord must have used some Great Saint-Grade supreme treasures.

But now...

"There is no other aura..."

"The Young Lord didn't use a forbidden weapon just now..."

Jiang Mo's gaze flashed as he stared fixedly ahead. He completely released his Divine Sense power, trying hard to sense the Dao rhymes in the air.

In the end, he confirmed that there was no aura of a forbidden weapon manifested around the Young Lord, nor was there the aura of the Eldest Young Master Jiang Tianxing.

"The Young Lord... suppressed Zou Mang with his own strength."

Jiang Mo's thoughts surged.

Soon, scenes flashed through his mind.

He remembered when he went to the Yuntian Sword Sect.

At that time, the Young Lord said he used a forbidden weapon to kill Jiang Zhen.

But Jiang Mo had not sensed any information about a forbidden weapon.

It was just that given Xie Wushang was only at the First Realm at the time, how could he have dealt with Jiang Zhen, who was at the Saint realm, without using a forbidden weapon?

That would be unimaginable.

Therefore, Jiang Mo had no choice but to choose to believe what the Young Lord said.

But now...

He had witnessed the Young Lord make a move with his own eyes.

He could almost be certain...

His previous conclusion was wrong.

Outrageously wrong!

"The Young Lord is unfathomable!" Jiang Mo whispered, secretly looking up at Xie Wushang with a face full of respect.

Xie Wushang glanced indifferently at Zou Mang and the others falling below.

"Hmph, a mere Tianyang Holy Land dares to challenge my Jiang Imperial Clan. When this seat recovers his strength, I will definitely wipe them out." Inside the disaster prison bead space, Emperor Jiuyang stroked his beard and glared, anger burning in his eyes, wishing he could immediately go and wipe out Tianyang Holy Land.

It has only been thirty thousand years.

Tianyang Holy Land, which had submitted to the Jiang Clan in the past and received its protection for hundreds of thousands of years, actually dared to look down upon the Jiang Clan?

As an ancient emperor, how could Jiang Jiuyang swallow this breath?

Ji Qianyue slowly spoke, "For Tianyang Holy Land to dare look down on your Jiang Clan like this, could it be that there is an Imperial Clan backing them up?"

"An Imperial Clan?" Emperor Jiuyang said, "Just in time, this seat wants to see which Imperial Clan dares to violate the imperial might of my Jiang Clan."

His gaze was profound, and killing intent diffused in his eyes.

Thirty thousand years, he had slumbered for too long.

It was also time to unsheathe his blade.

Seeing his Revered Master burning with anger, Xie Wushang remained completely calm.

With a movement of his hand, storage pouches from the valley flew into his palm, and he subsequently guided them into the Disaster Prison Space within his Sea of Consciousness.

"Three Saint-Grade medicinal herbs..."

"Two Saint Medicinal Pills... truly poor." He glanced at Li Hao's Storage Pouch.

Afterwards, he looked toward Zou Mang's Storage Pouch.

"Saint-Grade medicinal herbs... nine of them!"

"Oh, there are Saint King-grade Medicinal Pills..."

"Barely passable."

Then, with a wave of his hand, all these Saint-Grade medicinal herbs flew into the air.

Inside the disaster prison bead, coffin after coffin surfaced, manifesting various vortexes that each guided a kind of Saint-Grade medicinal herb into the coffin.

In merely an instant, all the spoils of war were consumed.

Emperor Jiuyang had already stepped into the Emperor Realm and did not need these low-grade Saint-Grade medicinal herbs.

Ji Qianyue, on the other hand, took out a Saint Medicinal Pill and swallowed it.

"Disciple, you must continue to work hard. Your Revered Master has been stuck at the Saint King realm for a long time, and it's about time for a Breakthrough."

Ji Qianyue extended her jade hand, gently stroking Xie Wushang's cheek and blowing a breath. Her voice was soft and enchanting.

"Revered Master, do not be anxious. Once my golden body achieves Major Achievement, I will be able to enter and exit major Secret Realms at will. Why worry about not being able to find resources?"

Xie Wushang said.

Furthermore, he still had Revered Master Emperor Jiuyang, who had already stepped into the Emperor Realm.

Obtaining Opportunities would become even easier.

Ji Qianyue smiled charmingly, her body turning into cold mist as she plunged back into the ice coffin.

The remaining coffins all concealed themselves into the Chaos Sea below.