475: Chapter 476 The Summoning of the Tai'a Sword Tomb and the Empire's Wrath!

Inside the broken golden war chariot, golden shards and broken jade were scattered all over the ground.

Long Zhan struggled in a sorry state, trying to climb up from the pile of scrap and ruins.

The hair bun that had been neatly tied behind his head was now completely undone, and his face was covered in stains mixed with blood and dust. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with shame, anger, and trembling.

He could not accept that he, a dignified Prodigy of the Tianji Dynasty, had actually been beaten to a pulp with a single punch by a Loose Cultivator from the Lower Realm at the Middle Stage of the Soul Transformation Stage.

Su Yang walked with steady steps, slowly approaching the golden war chariot, looking down at the defeated opponent on the ground from a high position.

His right hand, wearing the star river mother gold gauntlet, was still slightly emitting a warm, pale golden aura, appearing leisurely and indifferent.

"You... you cannot kill me!"

Seeing Su Yang's cold gaze, Long Zhan roared with a fierce expression but a cowardly heart, his body uncontrollably shrinking backward, dragging a glaring trail of blood across the ruins.

"My grandfather is the Old Ancestor of the Tianji Dynasty! A peerless powerhouse at the Peak of the Late Stage of the Dao Integration Realm! My father is the current Emperor who rules the Tianji Dynasty! If you dare to touch a hair on my head, the billions of warships of the Tianji Dynasty will surely descend and trample the Star Domain behind you into dust!"

Long Zhan threatened through gritted teeth, attempting to use his illustrious background to intimidate the young man before him.

Su Yang heard this, but he didn't even raise an eyebrow. He just curled his lips in disdain, raised his right foot, and stomped heavily on Long Zhan's uninjured right knee.

Crack!

The crisp and ear-piercing sound of bone fracturing rang out loudly in the deathly silent Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion square.

"Ahhh—!"

Long Zhan let out a scream that didn't sound human, his whole body twitching violently in the ruins from the pain, his once somewhat handsome face twisted into a knot of agony.

"Many people have threatened me, but unfortunately, their ashes cannot even be found now."

Su Yang looked down at him, his tone very calm.

"Hand over the items, and I will give you a quick death."

"You... what exactly do you want?!" Long Zhan's forehead was covered in cold sweat the size of soybeans, shivering from the pain, his teeth chattering.

"The silver Jade Slip in your bosom, and the Storage Ring on your finger." Su Yang pointed to the pure silver Jade Slip faintly visible in his bosom.

Upon hearing this, Long Zhan's expression changed instantly.

This silver Jade Slip was something he had obtained with great difficulty from an ancient Secret Realm; it was an essential key to open the "Tai'e Sword Tomb" in the deepest part of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect.

He had originally planned to come to the Shattered Continent to find the remaining keys to seize the Sword Immortal's legacy treasures inside.

He didn't expect that even his own life-saving key would be forcibly snatched away by the other party now.

"No... no! This Jade Slip is a supreme treasure of my Tianji Dynasty. If you take it, the Tianji Dynasty will never let you go!" Long Zhan gritted his teeth and struggled.

"It seems you don't want to cooperate."

Su Yang remained expressionless, raised his right foot, and stomped fiercely onto Long Zhan's shoulder.

Splat!

The immense force instantly pierced through Long Zhan's shoulder, crushing the flesh and bones of half his body into pulp, and blood spread across the jade floor in large patches.

"I'll hand it over! I'll hand it over! Stop stepping on me!"

Long Zhan begged pitifully, the last shred of the Prodigy's pride shattered.

He tremblingly reached out his remaining intact right hand, took off the Storage Ring from his finger, and fished out the pure silver key Jade Slip from his bosom, handing it to Su Yang tremblingly.

Su Yang beckoned with his large hand, absorbing both items directly into his hand.

Sweeping his Divine Sense into the Storage Ring, it was indeed worthy of being the collection of a prince of the Starry Sky Divine Dynasty; piles of Top-Grade Spirit Stone and over a hundred types of rare Materials for the Dao Integration Realm were stacked like mountains, and there was even a suit of dark gold battle armor emitting fluctuations of the Late Stage of the Void Refinement Stage.

These resources were just right to be used as excellent nutrients for the smelting cabin and the mechanical star core.

Immediately after, Su Yang took out the pure silver Jade Slip he had previously obtained from the bottom of the pool.

Hum!

As soon as the two pure silver Jade Slips touched, they immediately erupted with dazzling and gentle silver light waves. They automatically interlocked in the Void Realm, forming a flawless circular Tai'e Sword disk.

On the surface of the Jade Slip, the star map pointing to the deepest part of the Shattered Continent became extremely clear. Even the layout of the Formation within the Sword Tomb was faintly marked.

"Not bad, it saved me a lot of effort in searching."

Su Yang nodded with satisfaction and put the assembled circular jade disk back into his storage space.

"I've given you the items, let... let me go!" Long Zhan lay on the ground, a trace of imperceptible viciousness flashing in his eyes.

As long as he could escape back, he would definitely make the Old Ancestor of the Imperial Dynasty skin this brat alive and make a lamp out of him!

Thinking of this, he quietly crushed a golden Void escape talisman hidden in his bosom with his intact right hand.

Boom!

A circle of spatial ripples lit up, and Long Zhan's figure instantly became blurred, appearing about to pierce into the depths of the Void Realm to escape.

"Did I say I would let you go?"

Su Yang's eyes turned cold, his five fingers forming an iron fist.

The dark golden Pure Yang True Fire erupted with a roar, and the star river mother gold gauntlet flowed with eerie black Law light, punching fiercely at the twisted Void Realm.

Thud!

The Void Realm was like a mirror, directly smashed open by Su Yang's violent Physical Body strength, creating a huge opening.

Su Yang's large hand reached into the spatial turbulence and accurately grabbed Long Zhan by the back of his neck.

"Get back here!"

Su Yang pulled his arm back with force.

Long Zhan, who had already fled ten thousand meters away, was like a dead dog, being dragged back from the spatial storm by Su Yang and thrown heavily onto the broken bone pillar.

"Die."

Su Yang squeezed his right hand, and the terrifying Pure Yang True Fire poured into Long Zhan's body along with his palm.

Bang!

Accompanied by a muffled explosion, Long Zhan was instantly ignited by the Pure Yang True Fire. In the dazzling golden light, his Physical Body, along with the Nascent Soul inside, was completely burned into nothingness, leaving not even a speck of black ash.

The moment Long Zhan died, high in the sky, above the wreckage of the golden war chariot, that purple cloud layer was suddenly forcibly torn apart, and a huge golden phantom, a million zhang tall, suddenly appeared in the sky.

The phantom wore a Nine-Dragon Imperial Robe and a Ping Tian crown, its entire body exuding the supreme, domineering aura of the Peak of the Late Stage of the Dao Integration Realm.

As soon as this pressure descended, the abandoned palaces within a radius of tens of thousands of miles could not withstand the heavy pressure and collapsed one after another, turning into a vast expanse of ruins flying in the sky.

"Who dares to kill my imperial grandson!"

A thunderous roar reverberated through the Void Realm, shaking the Formations of many alien spaceships watching the show in space, which almost disintegrated under this roar.

The phantom's cold and majestic eyes pierced through the Void Realm, locking firmly onto Su Yang on the ground.

"A dead man, what is there to shout about."

Su Yang had his hands in his casual pants pockets, looking up at the incomparably huge golden phantom in the sky, his expression indifferent.

"Seeking death! Today, this seat will extract your Divine Soul and suppress it under the Endless Black Abyss for ten thousand years!"

The golden phantom raised its huge golden palm, carrying the destructive might of the Emperor's Dragon Qi, and smashed it down fiercely towards Su Yang.

The space collapsed in a large area under the pressure of this huge hand.

Su Yang did not retreat but advanced, his legs slightly bent, his whole body like a Heaven-Defying comet soaring into the sky, instantly breaking through a height of tens of thousands of meters and rushing directly to the front of the golden palm.

His right hand pulled out from his pocket, his five fingers forming a fist.

The golden True Fire, under the amplification of the black and silver gauntlets, turned into a dark golden fist light a hundred zhang wide.

"A projection playing god, get back!"

Su Yang gave a low shout and smashed a punch heavily onto the descending golden palm.

Rumble!

A circle of earth-shattering golden energy ripples erupted in space.

The golden phantom's seemingly unstoppable sky-covering hand, in front of Su Yang's unreasonable and terrifying Pure Yang Iron Fist, instantly disintegrated from the palm like snowflakes meeting a raging fire.

The violent fist energy was like a hot knife through butter, smashing heavily onto the chest of the million-zhang phantom.

Crack!

The Dragon Qi on the golden projection's chest collapsed crazily.

The Divine Soul projection of the Old Ancestor of the Tianji Dynasty, under the shaking of Su Yang's domineering fist power, lasted only a second before completely turning into golden raindrops filling the sky, dissipating into the clouds of the Shattered Continent.

The Divine Soul projection was completely shattered by a single punch.

Su Yang's figure landed gracefully in mid-air, stepping steadily onto the black alloy floor.

"Boss, you are too amazing!"

Chu Ling hugged the dark gold divine sword, her ice-blue eyes filled with burning admiration.

Bai Li swayed her white jade fan, her plump and ripe body twisting slightly under the purple dress, her purple eyes filled with tenderness: "The Old Ancestor of the Tianji Dynasty suffered a big loss this time. With the projection destroyed, the main body must have also suffered some Divine Soul backlash. In a short time, they will not be able to cross the Star Domain to find trouble with you."

Luo Qingyao and Qin Xueji, the two beauties who had just been nourished, ran over from the back with flushed faces, sticking to Su Yang on the left and right.

Luo Qingyao was wearing Su Yang's oversized white shirt, her long, fair, and tender legs appearing and disappearing as she walked, and her body exuded a unique fragrance after intercourse.

She stretched out a pair of warm little hands to help Su Yang gently massage his thighs, her beautiful big eyes full of docility and dependence.

"Master, that old guy's projection looked really scary, yet it couldn't even take one punch from Master."

Su Yang casually pinched her firm, perky buttocks, causing her to let out a light cry, her face blushing to the roots of her ears.

"Let's go, back to the starship, prepare to go to the final Tai'e Sword Tomb."

Su Yang patted the beauty beside him and took the lead to fly towards the demon-slaughtering starship parked in mid-air.