520: Chapter 521 Tearing apart the Styx True Monarch! Seizing the core essence of the True Immortal's remains!

"Old guy, did you just ask me to leave the woman behind?"

Su Yang's calm voice spread through the deathly silent Void Realm. Even without any magical power fluctuations, it made the Black-Robed Elder nearby shiver all over.

True Monarch Minghe looked at the empty Void Realm defense, then at the black-haired young man walking over slowly, the skin on his old face twitching crazily.

Greed eventually overcame fear.

The True Immortal remains were right in front of him; this was his only hope for ascending to a True Immortal. He had lived for three hundred thousand years; he absolutely could not give up when he was just one step away.

"Fellow Daoists!"

True Monarch Minghe suddenly turned his head and shouted at the hundreds of giant warships around him: "This wild path Cultivator who came up from the Lower Realm must have used some kind of secret technique! He shattered the True Immortal Restriction with one punch; the magical power in his body must have been exhausted long ago! Let's all attack together, kill him, and we can split the True Immortal remains!"

However, the surroundings were deathly silent.

The leading Elders of the Wuji Sword Sect and the Tianhua Immortal Sect remained silent, looking at True Monarch Minghe like he was a fool.

Shattering True Immortal heavenly lightning that could melt a Mahayana Stage expert with one punch, without even breathing hard—and he calls that exhausted magical power? Whoever went up to be the first bird would be a fool.

Seeing no one chiming in, a trace of ferocity flashed in True Monarch Minghe's old eyes.

"You god-playing scum, today I will strip your skin!"

True Monarch Minghe roared, his black Devilish Qi turning into billowing black mist, and a black magic banner a thousand feet high, engraved with countless evil ghosts and skulls, soared from behind him.

Nine Nether Bone Banner!

A Grade 9 superior Magic Treasure, it imprisoned the resentful souls of tens of millions of Cultivators. Once unleashed, it could instantly turn all living beings within a ten-thousand-mile radius into blood.

"Nine Nether Myriad Ghosts, tear him apart for me!"

True Monarch Minghe bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the magic banner.

Awoo!

Tens of millions of black resentful souls let out ear-piercing screams, turning into a black tide of vengeful souls that covered the sky, rushing towards Su Yang with bone-chilling Death Qi and a stench that corroded the Primordial Spirit.

Su Yang still had his hands in his casual pants pockets, his soles stepping on the Void Realm, not even lifting an eyelid.

"Gaudy trash."

Su Yang said lightly.

He extended his right hand, and the black and silver star river mother gold gauntlet on his right hand instantly lit up with a dazzling dark golden flame.

Now that he had broken through to the Middle Stage of the Soul Transformation Stage, the supreme Yang True Fire of his Great Accomplishment Pure Yang Body had already undergone a qualitative change.

Su Yang took a step, shrinking the ground into an inch, and his figure disappeared from where he was.

When he reappeared, he was already defying the sky-filling black mist, having pierced through the blockade of ten million resentful souls, standing abruptly directly in front of True Monarch Minghe.

"So fast!"

The soul fire in True Monarch Minghe's eye sockets shook violently, instinctively wanting to mobilize his life-bound defense.

But it was too late.

Su Yang's right hand struck out like lightning, his five fingers wearing the metal gauntlet, like a pair of iron pliers forged from refined steel, precisely locking onto True Monarch Minghe's withered neck.

"Ugh..."

Mahayana Stage Early Stage magical power fluctuations erupted wildly within True Monarch Minghe, black magic fire flashing madly on his body surface, attempting to shake off Su Yang's fingers.

But as soon as this Devilish Qi touched Su Yang's palm, it was instantly burned into nothingness by the supreme rigid and supreme Yang Pure Yang True Fire.

"Early Stage Mahayana? Not even enough to warm my hands."

Su Yang's eyes were calm, and his right hand suddenly exerted force.

Crack!

A crisp sound of neck bone breaking rang out. Su Yang's left hand took the opportunity to reach out, firmly pressing on True Monarch Minghe's shoulder, and his hands pulled in opposite directions.

Rip!

Under the horrified gaze of hundreds of thousands of Daqian Star Domain Cultivators, True Monarch Minghe, who had shaken the Star Domain for hundreds of thousands of years, was actually torn into two halves alive by Su Yang with his bare hands!

Green magic blood sprayed in space like a waterfall.

"Ah! Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"

A green-glowing Primordial Spirit, about an inch in size, rushed out of the remnant body, wanting to use a blood escape technique to save his life in panic.

Su Yang waved his hand casually, and a wisp of dark golden flame flew out.

Ah!

The miserable scream stopped abruptly. The powerful Primordial Spirit of a Mahayana Stage expert, under the roasting of the Pure Yang True Fire, didn't even last a second before turning into a wisp of blue smoke, body and spirit destroyed!

An old monster at the Early Stage of the Mahayana Stage, killed in two moves.

The Cultivators on the hundreds of Upper Realm warships around were all scared pale, and many couldn't even hold their Flying Sword Magic Treasures, which clattered to the ground.

"He... tore True Monarch Minghe of the Mahayana Stage apart alive?!"

"This human, exactly what kind of monster crawled out of which ancient Star Domain?!"

The leading Elder of the Wuji Sword Sect was covered in cold sweat, quickly maneuvering the warship to retreat tens of thousands of miles, fearing to attract Su Yang's attention.

Su Yang casually shook the non-existent blood from his gauntlets in the Void Realm and put his hands back into his pants pockets.

He looked up at the ten-thousand-foot True Immortal remains floating in the center of the stone platform.

At this moment, the giant remains seemed to sense the provocation of a strong person.

On the surface of the skeleton, thousands of small dragons condensed from purple-white heavenly lightning let out angry roars, shaking the surrounding ten-thousand-foot Immortal monuments constantly.

Boom!

Ten thousand purple-white True Immortal Nine Heavens thunders gathered in space, turning into a thunder divine sword ten thousand feet long, carrying a destructive aura that transcended the secular world, slashing head-on towards Su Yang.

Before the sword arrived, the Void Realm beneath Su Yang had already collapsed on a large scale.

"A pile of bones that has been dead for who knows how many thousands of years, and you want to stop me?"

Su Yang's eyes turned cold.

Great Accomplishment Pure Yang Body Second Layer — Sword Immortal Dharma Form!

Boom!

A ten-thousand-foot-high dark golden armored divine general phantom condensed abruptly behind Su Yang. The divine general phantom also extended a giant right hand covered in star river light points, and slapped out a palm against the descending thunder sword.

Bang!

A violent energy wave exploded in the vacuum.

The True Immortal heavenly lightning, which could melt a Late Stage Mahayana Stage expert into molten iron, shattered inch by inch under this palm of Su Yang's, turning into countless purple-white sparks and dissipating completely.

Su Yang walked through the air, and with every step he took, the Void Realm would explode with a white cloud of sonic boom.

He walked directly to the center of the chest cavity of the ten-thousand-foot remains.

In the center surrounded by ribs, floated a core bone marrow the size of a fist, with a crystal jade color, flashing with nine-colored light from time to time.

The Core Origin of the True Immortal remains!

Su Yang extended his right hand, his palm wearing the black and silver star river mother gold gauntlet directly penetrated the final protective light curtain on the surface of the remains, and precisely grasped the nine-colored bone marrow in his hand.

Hum!

The True Immortal remains trembled violently, and an indescribable Immortal pressure wanted to shatter Su Yang's Physical Body.

The Pure Yang True Blood in Su Yang's body boiled completely, golden true fire burned fiercely on his body surface, and the star river mother gold gauntlet erupted with tens of thousands of tons of physical strength, suppressing all Immortal might.

"Store it for me."

Su Yang said in a low voice, and the world king bead appeared out of thin air in mid-air, turning into a huge space vortex, directly sucking the entire ten-thousand-foot True Immortal remains and the core bone marrow into the mechanical smelting cabin.

"Dominator! Great joy!"

Zero's virtual projection lit up in Su Yang's mind, red light flashing wildly in its data eyes: "With these True Immortal remains and the Core Origin, plus the star river mother gold obtained earlier, our warship armor can be upgraded to 'Nine Heavens Immortal Gold Armor', and the main cannon can also be rebuilt into 'Nine Heavens True Immortal Cannon'! Your Pure Yang Body can also be greatly tempered!"

"Smelt immediately." Su Yang ordered lightly.

A violent mechanical roar came from the bottom of the starship.

On the warship deck.

Shen Mengying leaned against the edge of the sofa, her ice-blue eyes full of fanaticism and submission.

The scene just now of Su Yang tearing the Mahayana Stage True Monarch apart alive and shattering the True Immortal heavenly lightning with one palm had completely smashed all her arrogant mental defenses into powder.

She was wearing a loose light purple thin gauze skirt, her round, snow-white shoulders exposed. Her warm and smooth hands were trembling slightly as she carefully held up a cup of freshly brewed high-grade warm spirit wine.

Luo Qingyao giggled jealously from the side: "Sister Mengying is really becoming more and more sensible now. When the Master returns, you must serve him with more care."

Commander Lin Wanyue was wearing close-fitting inner armor, sitting beside her with eyes full of smiles.

Shen Mengying's face turned red, but she did not dodge, her eyes full of docility, kneeling half on the ground, quietly waiting for Su Yang to return to the warship.