113: Set off! The Three Holy Sons of the Holy Palace!

The Demon Subduing Swordplay, though not yet fully mastered, was unleashed from his hand.

A golden light flashed.

The clear night sky instantly became as bright as day.

The enormous head of the Seven-Colored Lightning Dragon was split in two by him.

A bolt of seven-colored divine lightning was directly absorbed by Meng Yun.

The seven-colored tribulation clouds dissipated in an instant.

Meng Yun slowly floated to the ground, his clothes still perfectly intact.

At this moment, his Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation Realm was completely stable.

However, if anyone were to treat Meng Yun as just an ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivator…

Heh heh.

“Since you’ve broken through, there’s no time to lose, let’s go…”

The Supreme Elder’s aged voice sounded, announcing the start of the Immortal Sect’s new expedition to Xuanwu Heaven.

An immortal boat appeared in the sky, its massive size, hundreds of meters long, almost obscuring the clouds and sun.

It was engraved with Grand Ascension-level formations, making it impervious to ordinary attacks.

Meng Yun took a step, instantly arriving on the immortal boat, where Ye Qing, who had already entered the Grand Ascension Stage, stood before him.

At this moment, Ye Qing stood with his hands behind his back, all his energy already withdrawn into himself.

He had returned to his true, unadorned state, like an ordinary mountain woodcutter.

“You’re here?” Ye Qing looked at Meng Yun, firmly suppressing the shock in his eyes.

This kid.

Not only could he easily help him break through to the Grand Ascension Stage, but he himself even attracted the Seven-Colored Divine Lightning Tribulation!

Did his daughter, Ye Ruhua, truly have no chance?

“Congratulations, Brother Ye, the future Emperor of White Tiger Heaven will surely have a place for you,” Meng Yun said with a cupped-hand salute and a smile.

Ye Qing also smiled and teased, “If you want me to be your subordinate, just say so.”

The two looked at each other in silence, unable to help but laugh.

“We’ve delayed long enough. We’ll depart as soon as the others arrive.”

“That’s how it should be.”

Meng Yun also had people he wanted to see and demons he wanted to slay.

…

“Heh heh, so this is Xuanwu Heaven.

What a familiar aura…”

A golden-haired man, with an arrogant smile, slowly spoke.

Beside him, a bald, monk-like youth and a white-robed, fairy-like maiden stood silently.

Behind them were hundreds of Three Saints Palace disciples.

Saint Wuya stood above the nine heavens, his expression utterly indifferent. He said to the golden-haired man:

“Saint Huang, as the Saint Son and Saintess of my Three Saints Palace, your survival in this trial is left to fate.

My Three Saints Palace does not support idlers; remember that!”

“We respectfully heed the Saint Master’s teachings.”

Led by Saint Huang, the two men and one woman bowed from afar to Saint Wuya.

“Go…” A ethereal voice echoed, and Saint Wuya had already vanished.

He still had his mission to complete.

“That toothless old man is finally gone.”

Watching Saint Wuya depart, Saint Huang dropped his respectful demeanor, clasped his hands behind his head, and smirked.

“Let’s go collect the saint relicss too,” said the bald youth, Saint Golden Toad, who always kept the purpose of this trial in mind.

“Be careful. This isn’t like inside the palace gate,” reminded the white-robed maiden, Saint Xuanji.

“Run, quick, run!!!”

“It’s over, we’re all finished!”

“A Demon King, it’s a Demon King!”

As the three were conversing, a powerful roar of breaking air came from a hundred miles ahead.

Saint Huang looked up. As the First Saint Son, already in the Late-Stage Combination Realm, he easily took in the situation ahead.

With just one glance, he withdrew his gaze:

“Interesting. It seems to be people from our White Tiger Heaven being hunted by a Saint King.

To encounter this right away, it’s truly troublesome…”

He muttered, casually watching several disheveled figures flee, but showed no intention of helping.

In a flash, those fleeing figures were already close at hand.

The leader, seeing the three handsome men and women with their dignified bearing, and the hundreds of well-prepared cultivators behind them, was like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

His desperate face showed wild joy: “Fellow Daoists, we are cultivators from the Changli Dynasty, under the Linglong Empress of White Tiger Heaven. Our comrades are deeply besieged; could you…?”

Before the cultivator could finish speaking, the white-robed maiden, who had not moved for a long time, suddenly moved.

Saint Xuanji spread her hands, and spiritual energy, sparkling like stars, pushed forward.

The pleading cultivator’s face finally showed a look of relief.

Those guys from Jinguan City had tried their best to let them break through and seek help. Now, finally, there was, there was salvation… Hmm?

No!!!

The cultivator’s face turned pale with fright!

He realized that the trajectory of these spiritual energy meteors was precisely aimed at them!

“You—!?”

Boom!

Boom boom!!

The attack of a Mid-Stage Combination Realm cultivator landed.

This group of nameless cultivators was mercilessly annihilated and buried.

Saint Xuanji withdrew her hands, her gaze still indifferent, as if she were a being from another world.

“What are you…?” Saint Huang frowned slightly.

Slaughtering fellow cultivators, even he had not done such a thing often.

But judging from Saint Xuanji’s demeanor… this woman seemed to do it with ease.

“I was just worried that our conversation might be overheard by outsiders,” Saint Xuanji’s voice was soft, like heavenly music.

But the words she casually uttered sent shivers down one’s spine.

Saint Huang’s mouth twitched.

Damn it, those people were just focused on escaping, and they were a hundred miles away. What kind of hearing would it take to eavesdrop on their conversation?

She clearly just wanted to kill them, right!

Indeed, he, the First Saint Son, was still a bit too naive!

“The Saint King has arrived,” Saint Golden Toad, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said.

The three looked up and saw a Combination Realm demon seed in crimson flowing clouds, already pursuing them.

This aura…

The Demon King stopped.

The three people in front of him had an aura as vast as the sea, so powerful that even he could not clearly perceive it.

But avoiding a fight was never his style!

“Where are those few people from just now?” The Demon King looked at the three, not daring to be arrogant: “Hand them over, and I’ll spare your lives!”

Vast pressure swept out, instantly changing the weather and silencing everything.

Saint Huang: “Their strength is a bit lacking…”

Saint Xuanji: “Can we extract saint relicss?”

Saint Golden Toad took out a golden staff from the void: “We’ll know after a try!”

The staff grew rapidly in the wind, transforming into a thousand zhang.

A single strike came down, completely sealing off all of the Demon King’s escape routes!

Leaving only one path forward!

“Damn it!!!” The Demon King turned pale with fright, unleashing his strongest killing move: “Saint God Locking Heaven!”

Crimson chains whistled out, wrapping around the staff.

Boom!

The staff continued its relentless descent.

The mighty Combination Realm Demon King perished just like that.

The chains were strong, but the Demon King was too weak.

“This is mine,” Saint Golden Toad casually reached out, and a piece of crimson flesh was absorbed into his hand.

“Saint God flesh, the quality is acceptable,” Saint Golden Toad nodded slightly.

“Oh, by the way, those dead guys just said they had comrades deeply besieged?” Saint Huang laughed heartily: “Presumably, there are stronger saint relicss there. I, Saint Huang, want them!”

Without further ado, Saint Huang led a team soaring into the sky, rushing towards the path from which those Changli Dynasty cultivators had come.

“Let’s split up too,” Saint Xuanji said expressionlessly, leading a team and turning to leave.

“Fighting alone?” Saint Golden Toad gently shook his head: “This isn’t a good decision…”

But it didn’t matter.

The one who laughed last would definitely be him.

Even the First Saint Son, Saint Huang, wouldn’t be able to stop him!

…

The immortal boat cut through the world barrier, painstakingly drilling into Xuanwu Heaven.

After three days of full-speed travel, the Immortal Sect group finally arrived in the territory of Xuanwu Heaven.

This expedition, besides Ye Qing, a newly promoted Grand Ascension cultivator, also included three Tribulation Transcendence Peak Masters, seven Combination Realm disciples, and countless Spirit Transformation and Nascent Soul cultivators.

The lineup was truly luxurious.

Hmm, Meng Yun was one of those countless, hee hee.

Meng Yun sat at the bow of the ship, looking at the crimson, scarred world, his heart heavy.

Is this what a world ravaged by demon seeds looks like?

Truly terrifying.

With a thought, Meng Yun unfolded the Teleportation Master map.

A corner of Xuanwu Heaven was also successfully lit up by him.

This meant that Meng Yun could now freely travel between the two heavenly domains.

As he was contemplating this, a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly erupted beneath the immortal boat.

There was a great battle there!