Chapter 105 Utter Contempt
"Good! Good! Good!"
Sect Master Zhang Baizong laughed out of extreme anger, saying "good" three times in a row, "Since you are looking for death, then this Sect Master will grant your wish!"
"Do it! Kill him!"
Prince Chu Lie's eyes also flashed with killing intent; he knew today's matter could no longer be settled peacefully.
If he didn't kill Ye Haocheng now while his wings were not yet fully grown, there would surely be endless trouble in the future.
"Attack together! Kill this little beast!" Prince Cao Fen's dao protector also roared.
No more nonsense.
The great battle broke out instantly!
The black longsword in Sect Master Zhang Baizong's hand left its scabbard, bringing with it a sky full of dark clouds and turning into thousands of sword rains, aimed straight for Ye Haocheng's head.
Prince Chu Lie sacrificed a golden great seal, which expanded in the wind to the size of a mountain, smashing down fiercely with Imperial Dragon Qi.
That dao protector transformed into a massive Blood Eagle Dharma Idol, its sharp claws tearing through the void.
A combined strike from three peak Martial Saint Realm experts—its power was enough to destroy half of the Sword Burial Mound Sect!
Killing intent filled the sky like raging waves hitting the shore, shredding the drifting clouds above the Sword Asking Square.
Sect Master Zhang Baizong's Black Water Sword Qi, Prince Chu Lie's Heaven-Overturning Great Seal, and the Blood Eagle Dharma Idol of the Feather God Dynasty's dao protector—three world-destroying attacks converged on Ye Haocheng in a triangular formation.
This was the wrathful strike of three peak Martial Saint Realm experts!
An ordinary Martial Saint, even if just grazed by it, would likely have their soul obliterated on the spot.
However, Ye Haocheng, at the very center of the storm, acted as if these sky-filling killing moves didn't exist at all. He didn't even lift an eyelid; he even slowly reached out his hand, gently stroking the hilt of the heaven-burning sword, which was trembling violently after the blood sacrifice.
That was a kind of extreme contempt.
It could even be said to be... disregard!
"Arrogant brat! Die!" Seeing this, the fire of anger in Prince Chu Lie's eyes almost burned through his reason. He frantically formed hand seals, and the Heaven-Overturning Great Seal grew several sizes larger, smashing down fiercely with the weight of Mount Tai.
Just as the three attacks were less than thirty feet from the top of Ye Haocheng's head.
"Three pieces of trash who have only just passed the first transformation lightning tribulation dare to bark so loudly before my Young Master?"
Jin Daoming's voice was very light, but it carried a metallic tone that pierced the soul.
The next moment.
An aura ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than everyone present, erupted from Jin Daoming's body!
If the auras of Sect Master Zhang Baizong's trio were surging rivers, then Jin Daoming's aura was a boundless ocean—unfathomable and vast!
In the void above his head, three purple lightning phantoms faintly roamed and roared.
"This... this is..."
Sect Master Zhang Baizong, who was preparing for the kill, felt his heart skip a beat the moment he sensed this aura. His pupils constricted to pinpoints, and he roared in utter horror:
"third transformation Lightning Tribulation?! You are a peak Martial Saint... a powerhouse of the third transformation lightning tribulation?!"
In the Martial Saint Realm, every step is like ascending to heaven.
After reaching the peak, one must temper their body and soul in the lightning tribulation. Passing one lightning tribulation is one transformation, and the difference in strength is worlds apart.
Although Sect Master Zhang Baizong and the others were called peak Martial Saints, they had only barely passed one lightning tribulation a hundred years ago and never dared to attempt a second.
Yet this gold-armored man, who looked like a follower, was actually a peerless monster who had passed three lightning tribulations?!
"Knowing it now? Too late!"
Golden light burst from Jin Daoming's eyes. He didn't need to use any weapons, nor did he even sacrifice the nine-winged mysterious light fan.
He simply raised his right hand and pressed down fiercely toward the void.
"Get down on the ground!"
Rumble—!
A sky-covering giant palm, completely condensed from golden spiritual energy, appeared out of air above the square. The lines on this giant palm were clear, each palm line seemingly a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth, carrying an irresistible, majestic heavenly might.
What Black Water Sword Qi, what Heaven-Overturning Great Seal, what Blood Eagle Dharma Idol.
Before this golden giant palm, they were like clay dolls made by children, fragile and unable to withstand a single blow!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three crisp sounds of shattering rang out almost simultaneously.
The divine abilities of Sect Master Zhang Baizong's trio shattered instantly. The golden giant palm's momentum didn't slow as it swatted the three Martial Saint experts like flies, slamming them heavily into the ground of the White Jade Square.
"Pfft—!"
The three great experts all spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments. Their protective astral qi shattered like paper, and they were forcibly swatted from mid-air, crashing heavily into the ground of the White Jade Square!
Dust rose everywhere, and rocks flew through the air.
When the dust settled, tens of thousands of cultivators in the audience, including the geniuses of various major forces on the stands, all gasped, feeling their scalps go numb and their limbs turn cold.
In the center of the square, three bottomless human-shaped pits appeared.
The normally high-and-mighty Sect Master of the Sword Burial Mound Sect who awed the Eastern Continent, the Prince of the Great Chu Dynasty, and the dao protector of the Feather God Dynasty...
At this moment, they were like three dead dogs, pressed firmly into the bottom of the pits. Their bones were shattered, and they bled from all seven orifices. No matter how they struggled, that golden pressure was like an immemorial divine mountain, pressing them down so they couldn't even move a finger!
One palm!
Just one palm!
Three peak Martial Saint experts of the first transformation were completely defeated!
This was the terrifying strength of a third transformation lightning tribulation powerhouse! This was the dominance of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan!
"This... how is this possible..."
"Who exactly is this person?! How can there be such a terrifying expert serving as a guard by Ye Haocheng's side?!"
Exclamations rose one after another from the crowd.
At the location of the Great Yue Dynasty, Prince Qi Yong suddenly stood up from his seat, his fists clenched. There was no fear in his eyes; instead, an unprecedented light and wild joy erupted.
"third transformation Lightning Tribulation... that is an existence with half a foot in the Martial Venerable Realm!"
Prince Qi Yong was trembling slightly with excitement, waves of shock crashing in his heart. "Ye Haocheng... Ye Haocheng! This Prince originally thought you were just a talented, lonely brave soul, but I didn't expect such a great god to be standing behind you!"
"If I can win this person over... no, if I can form an alliance with Ye Haocheng, what fear would my Great Yue Dynasty have for Great Chu? I could even... even fight for that position!"
Countless thoughts flashed through Prince Qi Yong's mind in an instant. The way he looked at Ye Haocheng had changed from initial appreciation to a burning desire to obtain him.
...
In the center of the square.
Ye Haocheng turned a blind eye to the countless looks of awe, fear, and greed around him.
Jin Daoming's intervention was within his expectations.
Since he dared to come to the Sword Burial Mound Sect to cause trouble, he had naturally made full preparations.
Ye Haocheng stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes as pure as snow, untainted by a speck of dust amidst the flying ash. He started walking, unhurriedly approaching Prince Cao Fen and Saint Son Wang Shan, who were slumped on the ground in the distance.
His footsteps were very light, but in the dead silence of the square, they sounded like a death god's countdown, each step treading on their heartstrings.
"You... what do you want to do..."