516: Chapter 517 Slapping Mo Tianhua to Death! A Prodigy from the Great Thousand Starfield?

Standing in the Void Realm, Senior Brother Mo Tianhua's face instantly darkened upon hearing Su Yang's words.

As the Eldest Senior Brother of the Taiyi Heavenly Sect, he was a ranked Genius among the younger generation in the entire Daqian Star Domain. Usually, he was treated like a star wherever he went. Yet today, he was actually being lectured in such a contemptuous tone by a native from the Lower Realm who was only at the Soul Transformation Stage.

"Scram, or die?"

Senior Brother Mo Tianhua laughed from extreme anger, his eyes filled with cruelty and disdain.

"Ignorant ant of the Lower Realm! Do you think that just because you killed a few third-rate Loose Cultivators, you can lord it over everyone in the Daqian Star Domain? Today, I will make you realize just how insurmountable the chasm is between the Soul Transformation Stage and Void Refinement Stage Perfection!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Senior Brother Mo Tianhua suddenly slapped the jade pendant on his waist with his right hand.

Buzz!

A Taiyi Flying Sword, flowing with purple light and emitting the pressure of a high-grade Spirit Treasure, instantly shot through the air.

Purple-gold Sword Qi interwoven in the starry sky, directly transforming into a massive net of Sword Qi tens of thousands of feet long. With a sharp, grating sound that tore through the Void Realm, it slashed down fiercely toward Su Yang.

This strike was incredibly powerful, and the stray Sword Qi even slashed countless cracks into some of the low-grade battleships anchored nearby.

Seeing this, Shen Mengying, who was on the battleship, broke into a cold sweat. Although she knew Su Yang was powerful, Senior Brother Mo Tianhua was, after all, a top Prodigy of the Daqian Star Domain, and his strength could not be underestimated.

Commander Lin Wanyue and Luo Qingyao leaned in on either side of Shen Mengying. Commander Lin Wanyue patted Shen Mengying's slender, tender waist and comforted her,

"Sister Mengying, don't worry. This so-called Eldest Senior Brother doesn't even qualify as a warm-up in front of Master. Watch closely, and learn how to massage and relax Master in the future."

Shen Mengying bit her red lips, her face flushing slightly. She wore a loose, light-purple gauze dress, and her rapid breathing from nervousness made her fair cleavage heave, nearly spilling out as she stared intently at Su Yang in the Void Realm outside.

In the Void Realm,

Su Yang watched the sky-blotting purple-gold sword light slashing down toward him, his face completely devoid of emotion.

He didn't even take his hands out of his casual pants pockets; he merely tapped his right leg lightly against the Void Realm.

Bang!

A ring of golden Pure Yang ripples instantly rippled out from beneath his feet.

The moment the myriad purple-gold sword lights touched the golden ripples, they were like snow meeting a blazing sun, completely melted by the high temperature of the True Fire and its gravitational pull, unable to touch even a single strand of Su Yang's hair.

"How is this possible?!" Senior Brother Mo Tianhua's eyes were filled with disbelief.

His full-powered Taiyi Flying Sword slash had vanished into thin air without even touching a corner of this human's clothes?

"The Flying Sword is decent, but the wielder is too useless."

Su Yang spoke calmly.

He took his right hand out of his pants pocket, and his fingers, clad in the black-and-silver star river mother gold gauntlet, clenched slightly.

Without using any profound immortal arts or Divine Abilities, Su Yang simply took a step forward, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Inch-Shrinking!

When he reappeared, he had already crossed a distance of ten thousand meters, standing directly in front of Senior Brother Mo Tianhua, close enough to touch.

Su Yang's handsome, delicate face carried a hint of laziness.

Senior Brother Mo Tianhua paled in horror, instinctively wanting to retreat while simultaneously controlling the Taiyi Flying Sword to block his chest.

"Die."

Su Yang raised his right hand. He didn't even use the tenfold power amplification of the gauntlet, but simply slapped out with his pure Soul Transformation Stage Middle Stage Physical Body.

Clang!

A crisp clashing sound echoed through the starry sky.

The ninth-grade Spirit Treasure-level Taiyi Flying Sword couldn't even last a second under the strike of Su Yang's bare palm. It was instantly shattered into pieces, turning into countless iron fragments scattering in midair.

Su Yang's palm landed squarely on Senior Brother Mo Tianhua's face.

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull explosion,

Senior Brother Mo Tianhua didn't even have time to let out a shriek before his entire head was slapped into a mist of blood by Su Yang's palm.

The violent Pure Yang True Fire surged in through the stump of his neck, instantly burning his headless corpse, along with the Primordial Spirit and Nascent Soul inside his body, into two clumps of golden ash in the vacuum.

As the wind blew, they completely dissipated in the Universe.

The core Eldest Senior Brother of the Taiyi Heavenly Sect, a peerless Prodigy at Void Refinement Stage Perfection,

couldn't even take a single strike from Su Yang, completely turning to nothingness along with his sword.

Silence.

The originally bustling outskirts of the Divine Tomb became dead silent at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of Cultivators and Elders from super Sects stared blankly at the black-haired youth with a lazy expression in midair, nearly dropping the Magic Treasures and weapons in their hands from fright.

"He... he slapped Senior Brother Mo Tianhua to death with one blow? The Taiyi Flying Sword shattered directly?"

"Is this really just a Lower Realm Loose Cultivator at the Soul Transformation Stage Middle Stage? He's probably an old monster of the Dao Integration Realm who has concealed his cultivation!"

People on countless interstellar spaceships gasped in low voices, their gazes toward Su Yang shifting from disdain to deep terror.

On the deck of the battleship,

Shen Mengying looked at Su Yang in midair, who seemed like a god descending from heaven, her icy blue eyes filled with fanaticism and submission.

The tragic death of her Mahayana Stage Sect Master and the annihilation of Senior Brother Mo Tianhua completely shattered all of this proud Saintess's mental defenses. With a flushed face, she pulled her thin purple gauze dress slightly outward with trembling hands, revealing her smooth, pink shoulders, her thighs feeling somewhat weak.

Right now, she only wanted to wait for Su Yang to return so she could serve him well, learning all the tricks of the Heavenly Fox Saintess and Commander Lin Wanyue.

Su Yang shook off the non-existent blood on his gauntlet, put his hands back into his casual pants pockets, and stepped through the air.

"Is this all the strength the Taiyi Heavenly Sect has?"

Su Yang's indifferent voice echoed through the starry sky.

Before his voice could fade,

a roar filled with endless fury suddenly came from the depths of a massive purple-gold flying vessel ahead:

"Little beast! You killed my Sect's Prodigy and snatched our Divine Artifact! If I don't extract your Divine Soul and burn it as a sky lantern today, the Taiyi Heavenly Sect will never rest!"

Boom!

A middle-aged man with a head full of white hair, wearing dark purple Daoist robes and holding a nine-section steel whip, stood facing the wind.

He exuded the overbearing pressure of the Dao Integration Realm Late Stage. A Taiyi Heavenly Eye lit up on his forehead, and with every step he took, the surrounding space cracked with fine, black, Void Realm fissures.

The leading Grand Elder of the Taiyi Heavenly Sect, an old monster of the Dao Integration Realm Late Stage, Daoist Kusong!

Daoist Kusong stomped fiercely on the flying vessel,

transforming into a purple-gold lightning rainbow that spanned ten thousand miles. The nine-section steel whip in his hand brought down a sky full of purple divine lightning as he slashed crazily toward Su Yang's face!