489: Chapter 490 Tearing the Young Master Apart! The Fear of the Holy Maiden of the Hall of Ten Thousand Saints!

Yang Yan, whose neck was choked by Su Yang, had his entire face flushed red.

He had originally thought that with his identity as the Young Lord of the Crimson Sun Holy Land, coupled with the Wan-Sheng Hall backing him, he could walk sideways in this Star Domain. He never expected that the youth in casual wear before him wouldn't play by the rules at all, crushing his ten-thousand-meter flagship with a single stomp and now holding him up in midair like a chick.

"Let... let me go! My father is a powerhouse of the Dao Integration Realm Late Stage... If you dare to kill me, the Crimson Sun Holy Land will dig three feet into the ground to tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Yang Yan struggled desperately, squeezing out a strained threat from his throat.

Su Yang looked at him with a playful smile on his face.

"Your dad is in the Dao Integration Realm Late Stage? How unfortunate. Just a few days ago, an old fellow at the Peak of the Dao Integration Realm Late Stage knelt before me and called me master. Do you think your dad can survive even a single punch from me?"

"What?!" Yang Yan's pupils shrank abruptly, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

Su Yang couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on him.

The star river mother gold gauntlet on his right hand trembled slightly, and a faint wisp of dark-golden Pure Yang True Fire snaked along his fingers into Yang Yan's neck.

Sizzle!

"Ah—!"

An extremely brief, shrill scream echoed in the vacuum.

The extremely masculine and pure Pure Yang True Fire instantly devoured Yang Yan's vitality. His Physical Body and Primordial Spirit melted directly in the golden fire, turning into a wisp of black smoke that vanished without a trace as the wind blew.

The Young Lord of the Crimson Sun Holy Land was casually pinched to death just like that.

The Crimson Sun guards on the remaining dozen or so warships nearby were scared out of their wits upon witnessing this scene. Their hands and feet trembled, and they even forgot to open fire.

"Lei Kuang, take the Puppet army, dismantle all of these warships, and drag them into the melting chamber."

Su Yang returned to the deck of the demon-slaughtering starship and calmly issued the order.

"This old servant obeys!"

Lei Kuang licked his lips excitedly and patted the world king bead.

A hundred thousand silver battle Puppets instantly shot out from the hatch, forming steel phalanxes that swarmed toward the remaining red warships like locusts. For a moment, sparks flew everywhere in space, and the sound of tearing metal was endless.

Just then.

The void deep within the Chaotic Star Chasm shook violently.

A giant white battleship, tens of thousands of feet long and resembling a floating continent, slowly sailed out. Hanging on this battleship were giant banners embroidered with ten thousand rays of light, exuding a cold and noble aura.

The flagship of the Wan-Sheng Hall had arrived.

At the front deck of that ten-thousand-meter-tall white flagship stood an exquisitely beautiful woman dressed in a light purple celestial dress. She had a slender figure with a waist that could be held in one hand, and her two long, straight, fair, and tender legs were partially visible beneath her skirt.

She was the Saintess of the Wan-Sheng Hall, Saintess Ji Yue.

Saintess Ji Yue possessed a cold, ethereal face that seemed detached from the mortal world, but at this moment, her icy-blue eyes were filled with shock.

She had been ordered to guard the Golden Gate at the Chaotic Star Chasm. As soon as she emerged, she witnessed the scene of the Crimson Sun Young Lord, Yang Yan, being casually pinched to death and his flagship crushed underfoot.

Beside Saintess Ji Yue stood a withered, silver-haired old man wearing a gray Daoist robe. He exuded the powerful pressure of the Dao Integration Realm Early Stage, and black Law energy flowed over his hands, which resembled dead wood.

The Grand Elder of the Wan-Sheng Hall, Daoist Kumu.

"Saintess, this human is not simple. Looking at his bone age, he is not even a hundred years old, and his cultivation is only at the Soul Transformation Stage Middle Stage, yet he possesses such Heaven-Defying physical strength." Daoist Kumu stared at Su Yang, his old eyes narrowing into slits.

Saintess Ji Yue took a deep breath, her towering chest rising and falling dramatically. Tidying her collar, she sent a voice transmission to Su Yang ahead with a hint of condescending coldness.

"Human ahead, halt! This place has already been taken over by my Wan-Sheng Hall. You have brought a great catastrophe upon yourself by killing the Young Lord of the Crimson Sun Holy Land. If you are sensible, surrender immediately and return to the Wan-Sheng Hall with me to plead guilty!"

Su Yang stood on the deck of the demon-slaughtering starship. Behind him, Bai Li was gently massaging his shoulders, emitting a pleasant fragrance of ice lotus.

Hearing Saintess Ji Yue's words, Su Yang didn't even lift his head.

"The Wan-Sheng Hall? Another third-rate power I've never heard of. Tell whoever is in charge to get lost out here. This seat is in a hurry to head to the Graveyard of Gods and Demons behind you; I have no time to waste on a bunch of small fry like you."

"Impudent!"

Daoist Kumu bellowed. He was a peerless powerhouse of the Dao Integration Realm Early Stage, worshipped in dozens of nearby star systems. Today, he was actually called a small fry by a mere junior at the Soul Transformation Stage.

"Ignorant native! Today, this old man will show you that there is an insurmountable gulf between the Dao Integration Realm and the Soul Transformation Stage!"

Daoist Kumu took a step forward and pressed his withered right hand down violently in the air.

"Ten Thousand Woods Wither and Flourish Formation! Rise!"

Rumble!

In the dead silence of the surrounding starry sky, countless ten-thousand-foot-long black withered trees suddenly grew out of thin air. These withered trees were condensed from Law energy, covered in black thorns, and carried an evil fluctuation that stripped away all Life Qi, madly wrapping toward the demon-slaughtering starship.

In an instant, the light in the starry sky dimmed.

Facing these sky-blotting black withered trees, Su Yang stood with his hands in his pockets, a sneer of disdain playing on his lips.

"A Formation? I said, this stuff is useless against me."

Su Yang's body sank slightly, and he transformed into a golden stream of light, shooting straight into the sky.

His right fist clenched violently in midair.

On his right hand, which wore the black-and-silver star river mother gold gauntlet, the dark-golden Pure Yang True Fire erupted with a bang, instantly transforming into a hundred-foot-wide golden blazing sun.

"Shatter for me!"

Su Yang gave a low shout and slammed his fist heavily against the oncoming ten-thousand-foot withered wood.

Under the tenfold strength amplification of the star river mother gold gauntlet, the power of this single punch reached an astonishing hundreds of millions of tons.

Boom!

A world-destroying wave of dark-golden energy erupted in space.

The sky-covering, indestructible black withered wood, which could drain a Cultivator's spiritual energy, was like dry firewood meeting a raging fire the moment it touched the Pure Yang True Fire.

Crack! Crack!

Countless snapping sounds rang out in succession. The entire 'Ten Thousand Woods Wither and Flourish Formation' couldn't even hold out for a single second before being instantly ignited by the Pure Yang True Fire, burning into nothingness and ash in midair.

Pfft!

His lifebound Formation was violently smashed to pieces. Daoist Kumu bore the brunt of the impact, suffering a severe backlash. He spat out a mouthful of black blood, his entire aura instantly withering.

"This... this is impossible! You smashed my Dao Integration Formation with your pure Physical Body?!"

Daoist Kumu shrieked in horror, his old eyes completely filled with dread.

Before he could even react...

Su Yang's figure appeared abruptly right in front of him like a ghost, close enough to touch.

"Now, you can go die."

Su Yang's right fingers formed a claw, condensing blinding dark-golden flames on them as he clawed toward Daoist Kumu's chest like lightning.

Daoist Kumu was terrified to the point of his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. In this critical moment, his Demonic Qi erupted frantically as he attempted to use a blood escape technique to flee.

But Su Yang's speed was simply too fast.

Pfft!

That hand wearing the mother gold gauntlet pierced directly through Daoist Kumu's chest defense as if penetrating tofu, plunging straight into his chest cavity without any hindrance.

His five fingers squeezed hard.

"Ah—!"

Daoist Kumu let out a blood-curdling scream as his Dao Integration Golden Core was brutally crushed to pieces inside his chest cavity by Su Yang.

With a forceful tug of Su Yang's arm, the silver-haired Daoist Kumu was torn completely in half. A shower of foul-smelling blood rained down onto the deck of the white flagship.

An Elder of the Dao Integration Realm Early Stage was torn apart alive by Su Yang with his bare hands after only two moves.

"Grand Elder!"

The Saintess Saintess Ji Yue on the side was completely dumbfounded with fear.

Her two long, straight legs wrapped in the celestial dress were now trembling uncontrollably, and her face was as pale as paper.

The Grand Elder was a powerhouse of the Dao Integration Realm Early Stage! Yet in front of this youth, he was actually as fragile as a paper toy!

Su Yang shook off the blood on his gauntlet and slowly walked up to Saintess Ji Yue, stepping through the pool of blood.

He reached out his right hand, which was still stained with warm blood, and gently patted Saintess Ji Yue's beautiful, somewhat cold face, leaving two bright red finger marks.

"The Saintess of the Wan-Sheng Hall, is it? Now, how do you want to die?"