410: Chapter 411 Purple Lightning Shatters the Blood Crystal Giant, the White-Robed Scholar on the Throne of Ten Thousand Swords!

Stepping over the bronze fragments scattered across the floor, Su Yang led the way into the depths of the White Bone Palace.

The lighting inside the hall was extremely dim. The ceiling was so high it was invisible, resembling a pitch-black night sky. Suspended in mid-air were over a hundred heavy bronze vertical coffins. The surface of each coffin was wrapped in rusted iron chains, the ends of which were firmly nailed into the stone walls above.

Thick black blood continuously seeped through the gaps in the coffins, splashing drop by drop onto the black jade floor below.

Drip. Drop.

The sound echoed through the empty hall, carrying a gloom that pierced straight to the Soul.

Qin Xueji tightly gripped the corners of her clothes, her high heels making crisp clicking sounds on the black jade. The surrounding air was freezing, and the sense of pressure was overwhelming. She could only stay close to Bai Li, seeking warmth from the purple demonic Qi shield.

Mary flapped her black bat wings, hovering in mid-air with a look of utter disgust on her face.

“It smells entirely of moldy, dead blood; it's suffocating. And all these broken coffins hanging around are a real eyesore.” Mary was wearing a deep-V romper, her explosive figure swaying slightly in the air as the ten fingers of her right hand extended sharp blood-claws, ready to attack at any moment.

Chu Ling’s ice-blue gown fluttered in the wind. She looked down at the ground, a hint of vigilance flashing in her ice-blue eyes.

“Boss, the blood on the ground is strange. It’s not spreading; it’s gathering.”

Following Chu Ling’s gaze...

The black blood dripping onto the black jade floor seemed to possess a life of its own. The blood flowed rapidly along the complex grooves carved into the floor. In the blink of an eye, it converged in front of the group into a vast, miniature crimson lake.

The blood churned violently, giving off waves of pungent white smoke.

Boom!

The center of the blood pool suddenly exploded. A behemoth standing sixty meters tall slowly rose from the bottom of the blood.

This monster had no flesh and blood; its entire body was condensed from pure, dark-red blood crystals. Its body was as hard as iron, reflecting an eerie red glow in the dim light. The monster had no facial features; its head consisted only of a vertically splitting, abyssal maw.

From the sides of its massive torso, eight thick arms grew. Each hand held a giant weapon—a saber, sword, axe, or halberd—manifested from blood crystals.

The tyrannical pressure of the Early Stage Soul Transformation Stage swept through the entire hall like a physical gale.

“Those who trespass into the main hall shall be turned into blood mire!”

A muffled roar emanated from the monster's abdomen, the sound causing the surrounding bronze coffins to rattle loudly.

The eight blood crystal arms swung simultaneously. Eight giant weapons, accompanied by ear-piercing sonic booms that tore through the Void Realm, sealed off all paths of retreat. Like eight falling mountain peaks, they crashed down toward the group.

Chu Ling let out a soft shout, preparing to draw her sword to meet the attack.

“Stand back. A pile of congealed, filthy blood isn't worthy of your intervention.”

Su Yang’s voice was flat, without the slightest hint of emotion.

Facing the eight lethal weapons crashing down, Su Yang kept his hands behind his back, not even bothering to use the Pure Yang True Fire.

He lightly flicked his right wrist.

A square seal, purple-gold in color and surrounded by thunder dragon totems, appeared out of thin air in his palm. It was the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Seal.

“Suppress.”

Su Yang uttered a single word and tossed his right hand upward.

The purple-gold seal expanded rapidly against the wind, instantly transforming into a divine mountain of lightning dozens of meters high. Thousands of blinding purple-blue bolts of wild thunder erupted from the bottom of the seal.

Thunder was the natural bane of all sinister and dead things.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Earth-shaking explosions rang out in succession within the hall.

The eight indestructible blood crystal weapons, the moment they touched the purple lightning, were like fragile glass products, shattering directly in mid-air into countless red powders.

The violent lightning did not lose momentum, transforming into a purple electric net that blotted out the sky and heavily shrouded the blood crystal monster's massive body.

“Roar—!”

The monster let out a shrill scream. Its proud blood crystal armor disintegrated inch by inch under the strike of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. High-temperature thunder-fire frantically bored into its body through the cracks, wreaking havoc on its core Formation.

In just five seconds...

The sixty-meter-tall monster was completely blasted into a pile of red debris by the thunder. As the debris fell to the ground, it was instantly evaporated into nothingness by the thunder-fire. Even the blood on the floor was scorched clean by the high temperature.

A one-shot kill.

Su Yang beckoned, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Seal quickly shrank, flying back into his palm before disappearing.

“Boss is getting more and more violent; he shows no mercy when smashing people with Magic Treasures.” Mary cheered and skipped in the air, her crimson eyes full of excitement.

Qin Xueji let out a long sigh of relief, looking at Su Yang’s tall back with a profound sense of security.

Having cleared the monster blocking the way, Su Yang led the group further into the hall.

The further they went, the more spacious the area became. The bronze coffins hanging overhead gradually disappeared.

A tall black stone platform appeared ahead.

The stone platform was divided into nine levels. At the highest point sat a massive throne forged from countless sharp longswords. The blades pointed outward, exuding a grim Killing Intent.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

A slow and rhythmic sound of clapping suddenly echoed from the depths of the silent hall.

A man wearing a pure white robe sat perched upon the Throne of Ten Thousand Swords. The man’s long hair was disheveled, and his face was as pale and bloodless as a sheet of paper. He was toyed with a square token that emitted black Qi.

The pressure of the Middle Stage Soul Transformation Stage silently covered the entire area.

The white-robed man looked down, his voice gentle yet permeated with an endless chill.

“To be able to reach this place, Su Yang, your methods are indeed worth looking at. No wonder you dare to slaughter so wantonly in the Netherworld.”

Su Yang stopped his pace, his hands tucked into his casual pants pockets. His gaze was icy as he looked directly at the White-Robed Scholar on the high platform.

“How I, Su Yang, conduct my affairs is not for others to judge. Hand over the token, and I will leave you an intact corpse.” Su Yang’s tone was forceful; he had no intention of negotiating.

Hearing this, the white-robed man burst into loud laughter. The laughter made the stone pillars of the hall tremble.

“What boastful talk! Once you've entered the core of Fengdu Ghost City, whether you live or die is not for you to decide!”

Bai Li’s brows furrowed slightly, her purple eyes fixed on the white-robed man.

“Su Yang, this person has no breath of a living person, nor does he have a heartbeat. This is a Puppet Clone refined using extremely sophisticated methods.” Bai Li reminded him in a low voice.

“A mere fake, and yet he dares to shout so loudly here.” Su Yang let out a sneer.

The white-robed man stopped laughing, his eyes revealing a naked Killing Intent.

“A fake is more than enough to kill you!”

The white-robed man stood up and threw his arms wide. His pure white robe billowed without any wind, snapping loudly.

Boom!

The entire Throne of Ten Thousand Swords instantly shattered. Countless sharp longswords soared into the air, converging into a hundred-meter-long steel sword dragon. The sword dragon roared, carrying a terrifying sharpness that tore through space, and dove directly down toward Su Yang and his group.

Simultaneously, the void behind the white-robed man distorted violently.

A hundred-meter-tall divine phantom holding a giant black scythe slowly solidified. The phantom's eyes emitted an eerie green death-light, and the power of the Law of Death filled the entire hall.

“Netherworld Harvest! All things shall be slain!”

The divine phantom swung the giant scythe, coordinating with the steel sword dragon from above and below to form a certain-kill Formation.

Facing this world-destroying double execution...

Su Yang stood his ground, the muscles in his right arm suddenly bulging.

“Break for me!”

Dazzling golden Pure Yang True Fire, mixed with purple-blue lightning arcs, instantly enveloped Su Yang’s right fist. The high temperature caused the surrounding light to refract severely.

Su Yang exerted force through his legs, and the ground instantly collapsed. Like a golden meteorite soaring into the sky, he threw a fierce punch to meet the falling giant scythe and steel sword dragon!