415: Chapter 416 Pure Yang Fire Burns the Fake Emperor!

Violent winds howled across the mountain peak platform.

The man in the black-and-gold dragon robe stared fixedly at Su Yang with pure white eyes, his Middle Stage Soul Transformation Stage pressure crashing down like a massive mountain.

Around them, ten thousand blood-armored Yin soldiers raised their spears in unison, pointing their tips at the intruder. Killing Intent coalesced into a visible red mist.

Su Yang stood tall with his hands behind his back, his gaze as calm as water.

"So noisy," Su Yang uttered three words flatly.

The Pure Yang True Qi within his body erupted, and a layer of brilliant golden light instantly spread outward. When the heavy pressure met the golden light, it melted away completely like snow meeting boiling water.

The red mist was scattered by the gale, and Qin Xueji and the others suddenly felt their breathing become smooth.

"Mortal, you dare disrupt the Great Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony? You cannot be allowed to live!" the man in the black-and-gold dragon robe roared. The black dagger in his hand erupted with a blinding blood-red light.

The man flicked his wrist, and the dagger slashed through the air.

In mid-air, the blood-red light transformed into dozens of blood-colored scimitars several zhang long, sweeping toward Su Yang's group of five with a pungent, fishy wind.

Chu Ling's ice-blue dress fluttered as she stepped forward, preparing to form hand Seals for an Ice Seal.

"Step back," Su Yang's voice came.

With his legs slightly bent, the steps of the White Bone Altar beneath his feet instantly shattered. Su Yang turned into a bolt of golden lightning, soaring into the sky against the rain of blood-colored scimitars.

Clenching his right fist, the gold-and-purple Pure Yang True Fire blazed forth.

"Shatter."

He threw a punch. The massive fist radiance was unstoppable. As the dozens of blood-colored scimitars were touched by the golden flames, they instantly evaporated into nothingness.

Without slowing down, Su Yang landed directly in front of the man in the black-and-gold dragon robe.

The man was pale with shock, never expecting a Mortal Physical Body to be so ferocious. He hurriedly raised his black dagger and stabbed at Su Yang's heart.

Su Yang's left hand was like lightning, accurately grabbing the man's wrist. His right hand formed a palm and struck heavily against the man's chest.

Bang!

The black-and-gold dragon robe exploded. The man's chest instantly collapsed, and he was sent flying, slamming hard next to the massive azure dragon in the center of the altar.

Su Yang strolled onto the altar and looked down at the man from above.

"You think you're an emperor just because you're wearing a dragon robe. What a piece of trash."

The man struggled to get up, coughing up a large mouthful of black blood. A sense of madness seeped from his pure white eyes.

"The altar has been opened; all of you shall die!" The man slammed both hands onto the ground.

Receiving the command, the ten thousand blood-red Yin soldiers surged onto the altar like a black tide.

Mary flapped her black bat wings, her fingers extending into sharp blood-claws. "A pile of rotten meat—I'll tear them all apart!" She turned into a black shadow and charged into the swarm of Yin soldiers.

Su Qingcheng and Jiang Yingxue also drew their swords to meet the enemy. Their red clothes fluttered as Sword Qi crisscrossed.

Su Yang ignored the charging Yin soldiers. His gaze remained locked on the man in the black-and-gold dragon robe.

The man's body inflated rapidly as the Death Qi within him compressed frantically, attempting to self-destruct and take others down with him.

Su Yang raised his right foot and, with immense force, stomped on the man's Dantian.

Boom!

Pure Yang True Fire poured in through the sole of his foot. The man's inflated body instantly shriveled. The flames ignited him from the inside, and without even letting out a scream, he turned into a pile of white ash.

A black Crystal Core fell to the ground. Su Yang picked it up casually and tossed it to Chu Ling, who was currently hacking through the Yin soldiers.

The battle was without suspense. Under the suppression of the three stunning female Ghost Generals and the Vampire, the ten thousand leaderless Yin soldiers soon turned into wreckage scattered across the ground.

Su Yang turned to look at the azure dragon tied to the altar.

The dragon's scales were falling off, and it was covered in blood. Its aura was extremely weak. Its massive dragon eyes looked at Su Yang, a flicker of gratitude flashing within them.

Su Yang reached out with both hands and grabbed the thick iron chains binding the dragon. Pure Yang True Fire erupted.

Crack.

The hard iron chains were melted by the high temperature and all snapped.

Freed from its restraints, the dragon's massive body slumped onto the altar. In a flash of azure light, the hundred-zhang-long dragon rapidly shrank, transforming into a young girl dressed in green with two horns on her head.

The girl's face was deathly pale, devoid of color. There was a bone-deep knife wound on her chest, which was seeping golden blood.

"Thank you for saving me, Benefactor." The girl's voice was weak as she barely managed to support herself, kneeling on the ground.

Su Yang sized up the green-clad girl, his expression flat. "Why were you tied up here to be bled?"

The girl gave a bitter smile and coughed up a mouthful of golden blood.

"This humble one is the descendant of the last generation of Guardian Divine Dragons of the Shenji Pavilion. A hundred thousand years ago, the Heavenly Court fell, and the Shenji Pavilion was sealed here. This demonic Daoist attempted to use my True Dragon blood to forcibly break the core Formation of the Shenji Pavilion."

The girl spread her right hand, and a light flickered in her palm, revealing a bronze disk covered in precision gears.

"Benefactor's power reaches the heavens. This is the core hub of the Shenji Pavilion. My life is at its end, and I am willing to offer this item to you. I only ask that you allow the Legacy of the Shenji Pavilion to see the light of day once more."

Su Yang took the bronze disk into his hand without hesitation. A faint clicking of meshing gears came from within the disk, filled with a mechanical beauty that transcended the era.

After handing over the disk, the girl seemed to have exhausted her last spark of life. Her body turned into specks of azure light and completely dissipated in the wind.

Only an azure Dragon Pearl, emitting a dense dragon prestige, remained.

Su Yang put away the Dragon Pearl and the bronze disk.

Bai Li stepped forward, her purple eyes looking at the disk in Su Yang's hand.

"Su Yang, the patterns on this disk seem to match the tattered map we obtained earlier."

Su Yang took out the tattered parchment scroll. As soon as it was brought close, the bronze disk immediately erupted with a blinding blue light.

Rumble.

The entire mountain peak platform shook violently. The massive White Bone Altar split open down the middle.

A massive pillar of light, dozens of meters in diameter, shot into the sky from the crack.

Inside the pillar of light, a grand palace composed of countless bronze gears and massive metal machinery was faintly visible. The roar of the rotating gears was like the heartbeat of an ancient beast, shaking heaven and earth.