139: Team fight? No, this is just stomping noobs!

"Boom—!"

A more violent attack submerged the figures of the four.

Yet, right in the midst of that destructive energy storm, four distinct, yet equally powerful Auras, began to rise against the tide!

Ye Chenfeng's Sword Intent became purer and sharper amidst the shattering!

Zhao Wuyou's dragon blood became more ancient and majestic amidst the boiling!

Su Linger's Dao Heart completely fused with the Legacy of Empress Lingshuang amidst the freezing!

Ye Wushang's demonic body became deeper and darker amidst the devouring!

Their Bottleneck, the chasm leading from the Earth Immortal Perfection Realm to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, was smashed to pieces at this moment by that supreme Battle Intent and Dao Heart!

"Hum—!"

Four brilliant pillars of light shot into the sky!

Early Stage Heavenly Immortal!

All four of them broke through in the midst of battle!

"Now."

Ye Chenfeng slowly raised his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

In his calm eyes flickered a cold sword light that made everyone shudder.

"It is our turn."

Broke through?

Broke through in the midst of battle?

And, damn it, all four of them broke through at the same time?!

How could there be such an absurd and unreasonable thing in this world!

"Don't be afraid!"

Lei Ming forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and roared hoarsely.

"They just broke through, their Realms are unstable!"

"We have over two hundred people! Even by piling up bodies, we can pile them to death!"

"Kill them! The Emperor Source is ours!"

He tried to use greed to suppress the fear that was crazily growing in everyone's hearts.

However, before he finished speaking, Ye Chenfeng moved.

He no longer used any "Chaos Sword Realm" for defense.

He just raised his hand and waved it lightly at the dense crowd of people in front of him.

"One sword, opening the heavens."

It was still a calm voice, without the slightest hint of smoke and fire.

But from that ancient longsword, what erupted was no longer the grayish glimmer from before.

Instead, it was a pure, extreme Chaos sword light that seemed to want to split this world in two!

That sword light was a thousand feet long!

The moment it appeared, all the light and all the sound on the entire Zixiao Dao Field seemed to be swallowed by it!

Time, at this moment, stood still.

Space, under this one sword, was slashed with a pitch-black, bottomless crack!

"No—!"

The expressions of the dozens of Prodigies charging at the forefront froze instantly.

They watched helplessly as that sword light, whose terror could not be described in words, swept across their bodies.

No pain.

No feeling.

Their consciousness, the moment it touched the sword light, had already completely annihilated.

"Puchi—!"

A soft sound.

Dozens of bodies were neatly broken in two from the middle.

The cuts were as smooth as mirrors.

Blood and internal organs mixed together like a rain of blood.

One sword.

Just one sword.

The Alliance of over two hundred people was cleared by nearly one-fifth!

"Devil... he is a devil!"

A True Immortal who was lucky enough to survive looked at the hellish scene before him, his Dao Heart collapsing on the spot!

He let out a shrill scream and turned to flee from this battle stage!

But the moment he turned around.

"Roar—!"

A dragon roar that shocked the Divine Soul exploded behind him!

Zhao Wuyou moved.

After breaking through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, his "Dragon God Transformation" had undergone a qualitative transformation!

The golden dragon scales on his body were no longer illusory energy condensations, but had become like real divine gold, flashing with immortal luster!

The dragon horns on his forehead were burning with golden, sacred flames!

His entire Aura had infinitely approached that of a real Primordial Dragon God!

"None of you are getting away!"

He roared, and the dragon emperor halberd in his hand turned into a golden whirlwind of death!

"Sweeping the army!"

His whole body spun like a spinning top!

That dark golden dragon emperor halberd turned into a dense, golden curtain of death in his hands!

"Pu pu pu pu pu—!"

Just like cutting wheat!

Any Cultivator swept by that golden curtain of light, whether you were a Heavenly Immortal or a True Immortal.

Regardless of what grade of protective immortal armor you were wearing.

Regardless of how powerful an immortal essence protective shield you had erected.

The result was only one.

They were instantly twisted into a mist of blood along with their Magic Treasure by that overbearing Dragon God power!

Just one charge!

Zhao Wuyou plowed a blood-fleshed path hundreds of feet long through the crowd in the most barbaric and unreasonable way!

"Ice Age!"

Su Linger's voice followed closely behind.

Her eyes had completely turned ice blue.

An extreme chill, ten times more terrifying than before, erupted!

This time, it was not frost.

But a visible, ice-blue long river condensed from the Law power of absolute zero!

That long river spread from her feet, roaring and surging, instantly covering more than half of the battle stage!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Harsh freezing sounds connected together!

More than fifty Prodigies didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly frozen by that ice river!

They maintained various terrified and desperate poses, turning into crystal-clear ice sculptures.

Then.

"Bang!"

Su Linger snapped her fingers.

Fifty-plus ice sculptures shattered at the sound.

Turning into sky-filling ice crystal powder.

Not even a trace of blood was left.

"The feast is over."

A hoarse voice, like a whisper of death, sounded in every corner of the battle stage at the same time.

Ye Wushang's figure turned into dozens of black afterimages that were difficult to capture with the naked eye.

He was like a dancer of death, dancing gracefully in the dark night.

Every time he flickered, a life withered away.

The demonic weapon in his hand was no longer a simple slash.

But had turned into an invisible, dark giant mouth that devoured everything.

Any Cultivator killed by him would have their Divine Soul, their essence blood, and their immortal essence instantly devoured by that demonic weapon!

Leaving behind only shriveled corpses that looked like they had been air-dried for ten thousand years.

Slaughter.

This was a thorough, one-sided slaughter.

Under the battle stage, hundreds of thousands of watching Cultivators had long since entered a state of petrification.

They opened their mouths, stared with wide eyes, looking at the four killing gods on the stage who seemed to have crawled out of Hell, their brains having completely lost the ability to think.

What did they see?

Four young people who had just broken through to the Early Stage Heavenly Immortal.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

They slaughtered more than two hundred Prodigies from the major top forces of the Eastern Region!

Is this real?

Or were they all caught in an absurd, bloody nightmare?

Gao Yangshuo stood at the bow of the nine heavens dragon boat.

In his cloudy old eyes, there was no longer the warmth and kindness from before.

Replacing it was an unprecedented, brilliant light!

It was shock!

It was ecstasy!

It was even more, an excitement of seeing infinite possibilities for the future!

"Prodigy... no, this is no longer a Prodigy..."

"This is a monster!"

"A monster capable of overturning an era and creating a brand new epoch!"

He muttered to himself, his hand stroking his beard trembling slightly.

He finally understood a little why that high-and-mighty Your Majesty would issue such a seemingly absurd imperial decree.

This is not wooing?

This is clearly an investment!

Investing the national fate of the entire Xuantian Immortal Dynasty into a future destined to shine through the ages!

And on the other side.

Purple Lightning Lord's face had completely lost its color.

He stared blankly at the battle stage littered with corpses and flowing with blood, his body trembling violently uncontrollably.

That was not anger.

But fear.

A cold fear from the deepest part of his Soul.

He finally realized what kind of existence he had provoked.

Prodigy?

No.

The so-called direct Disciples and Saints of his Purple Cloud Sacred Land were not even qualified to be stepping stones in front of these four people!

He originally thought this was a killing trap he had carefully laid, catching turtles in a jar.

But now he realized.

The "turtle" he caught was not a turtle at all.

But four Primordial Vicious Beasts that had broken free from their shackles!

And he himself, along with the entire Purple Cloud Sacred Land, had become the whetstone for these four Vicious Beasts!

On the battle stage.

When the last Cultivator was sucked into a dry corpse by Ye Wushang.

The whole world finally quieted down.

The thick smell of blood, mixed with the Aura of escaping energy, was pungent and nauseating.

Ye Chenfeng, Zhao Wuyou, Su Linger, Ye Wushang.

The four stood in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

On their bodies, more or less, they all carried wounds.

Their immortal essence had also been consumed by nearly seventy percent.

But their Auras were several times stronger than before!

That murderous Aura honed between life and death made anyone who looked at them feel a pain in their Divine Soul!

Their gazes moved slowly.

Finally, they landed on the few figures in the center of the battle stage who had long been paralyzed on the ground, shivering.

Burning Heaven Valley Saint, Luo Lie.

Bibo Fairy.

And, the direct Disciple of Purple Cloud Sacred Land, Lei Ming.

They were the only survivors of this "melee".

"You... you..."

Lei Ming looked at the four figures walking towards him step by step like gods and demons, his lips trembling, unable to say a complete sentence.

He was afraid.

He was truly afraid.

He had never thought that death would be so close to him.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

The Burning Heaven Valley Saint Luo Lie no longer had his previous arrogance and pride.

He knelt on the ground with snot and tears.

"Emperor Source... I don't want it! I don't want anything!"

"Please, spare my life!"

"My Burning Heaven Valley is willing to offer all treasures! Just ask... just ask to live!"

Even that Bibo Fairy, who had always maintained a cold posture, was now pale with terror, her delicate body trembling.

"I... my Bibo Mansion is also willing to submit!"

Ye Chenfeng stopped.

He looked down at these Prodigies who were arrogant just a moment ago but were now like stray dogs, his eyes calm as water.

"Revered Master once said."

He spoke slowly, his voice spreading throughout the entire silent square.

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"Have you thought about how you want to die?"

This sentence, like a final judgment, completely collapsed the psychological defenses of Luo Lie and the others!

"No! You can't kill us!"

Lei Ming suddenly raised his head, roaring fiercely but with a weak heart.

"My Revered Master is Purple Lightning Lord! My Grandmaster is Immortal King Leiyuan!"

"If you dare to touch me, the Purple Cloud Sacred Land will definitely not let you go!"

He tried to use his background to make a final struggle.

"Purple Cloud Sacred Land?"

The corner of Ye Chenfeng's mouth hooked into a cold arc.

"Soon, the Eastern Region will not have this name."

He raised the sword in his hand.

The grayish sword tip pointed at the center of Lei Ming's eyebrows.

"Stop!"

Just at this moment, a roar containing endless anger and killing intent exploded from the high platform!

Purple Lightning Lord, finally, could not hold back!

He could not watch his most proud Disciple die in front of him!

"Boom—!"

The terrifying pressure of the Middle Stage Immortal Lord, without any reservation, like a bursting heaven river, crazily pressed towards the four people on the battle stage!

He wanted to personally take the field!

He wanted to grind these four culprits who made his Purple Cloud Sacred Land lose face into ashes!

"Purple Lightning Lord! You dare!"

Gao Yangshuo's face also changed suddenly!

He didn't expect that this Purple Lightning Lord would dare to openly break the rules and bully the small in front of him, in front of hundreds of thousands of Cultivators!

His body, the Aura of the Immortal King Perfection, also exploded, turning into a golden barrier, blocking in front of the four!

However.

Just at the moment when the two terrifying pressures were about to collide.

A sudden change occurred!

"Hum—!"

A supreme pressure, whose terror could not be described in words and whose vastness could not be measured by Divine Thought, descended from the Nine Heavens without warning.

That pressure did not belong to an Immortal Lord, did not belong to an Immortal King, and did not even belong to an Immortal Venerable!

That was a supreme Imperial might that transcended all Law, enough to make the world submit!

Under this Imperial might.

Purple Lightning Lord's violent Immortal Lord pressure, like melting snow, instantly vanished into nothingness.

Gao Yangshuo's indestructible Immortal King Aura was also like an ant shaking a tree, crushed to pieces!

The entire Nine Heavens Divine City, at this moment, seemed to have been pressed with a pause button.

The wind stopped.

The clouds scattered.

Everyone's movements, everyone's thinking, fell into an eternal stagnation.

Only that Imperial might, like the gaze of a creator god, slowly swept across this world of ants.

Immediately after.

A slightly sleepy, lazy voice, as if just woken up, full of morning grumpiness, echoed in the depths of everyone's Divine Soul.

"I said..."

"Who the Hell is disturbing my sleep?"

"Still want to touch my people?"

"Are you tired of living?"

The words fell.

A giant hand, completely condensed from the Great Dao Law, entangled with billions of stars, as if holding the entire Universe in its palm, slowly reached out from the void above the Nine Heavens.

Then, it patted down lightly towards that magnificent, gorgeous Zixiao Dao Field that represented the supreme majesty of the Purple Cloud Sacred Land.