135: One sword destroys the tribulation, the Demon Emperor Liang appears

He swallowed the roasted meat directly.

He didn't even have time to savor the deliciousness that pointed directly to the depths of his soul.

A hundredfold battle power aura suddenly erupted from Meng Yun's body.

Spiritual energy swept over casually, instantly calming the restless auras of the Immortal Sect disciples.

Then, Meng Yun took a step, and his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

A soaring sword light lit up.

One became a hundred, a hundred became a thousand, a thousand became ten thousand.

Except for Holy Yellow Springs, all other Tribulation Transcendence and Integration cultivators were annihilated by a single sword strike.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

Terrifying to such an extent!

"Eastern Peak Lord Eastern Abyss, here to seek guidance!"

With fierce battle intent and killing intent intertwined, Meng Yun stood tall, his robes fluttering.

If you lose, you go straight to hell. Do you dare to fight?

The Immortal Sect disciples looked at each other, and after their initial daze, they burst into heart-wrenching roars.

That was the long-suppressed grievance, unwillingness, and deep-seated blood feud!

"Eastern Peak Lord, please revitalize our Immortal Sect!"

An unknown disciple, facing Meng Yun's back, knelt down with a thud, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Eastern Peak Lord, please revitalize our Immortal Sect!"

One by one, disciples followed suit, kneeling down with sorrowful and solemn expressions.

Individual voices gradually converged into a harmonious sound that echoed through the clouds.

"Eastern Peak Lord, please revitalize our Immortal Sect!"

Blood debts must be paid in blood.

Their strength was too weak; the only thing they could offer was a frail body, a call, and a heartfelt wish.

If the Peak Lord needed it, they could take it all!

As long as, as long as all invading enemies were annihilated!

The voices of his fellow disciples echoed behind him, and Meng Yun remained silent, but the Demon Subduing Sword, which had been lowered, was raised again.

The sword's tip pointed distantly at Holy Yellow Springs.

"Gulp."

Holy Yellow Springs looked at the sword tip, which was spitting golden light, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

In the previous strike, he had not hesitated to self-detonate his right arm to survive.

Now, he hadn't even caught his breath, and it was coming again?!

What kind of monstrous thing was this Eastern Abyss?!

He asked himself, within the Tribulation Transcendence realm, he had long been invincible, feeling the chill of being at the top!

Why, why!!

This young man, who was only at the Transformation Spirit Peak, had easily severed his arm with a piece of roasted meat, and annihilated several Tribulation Transcendence cultivators and dozens of Integration cultivators with one sword strike!!

Was this even human?

That roasted meat, it couldn't have been made from Saint God Flesh, could it!

"Cough cough..."

Saint Wuxu, who was recuperating and had no time for other concerns, was also disturbed by this fluctuation and opened his eyes.

He then realized with a start that all the cultivators who had been protecting him were now dead.

Saint Wuxu: ?

He hadn't cultivated any Star Absorbing Art or anything!

His confused gaze slowly rose, finally seeing the person standing not far in front of him.

It was that young Peak Lord, Eastern Abyss.

It was him?

Why wasn't he dead yet?

His aura... why was it so strange now?

He clearly didn't have the Dao essence of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, but the aura he was currently exuding was far stronger than that of an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence cultivator!

What the hell was this thing!

"Impatient?"

Cang Yuan's increasingly ethereal voice sounded, mocking Saint Wuji, who was sealed within him.

He could feel that Saint Wuji's impact force was further increasing.

Even... not hesitating to overdraft his origin, risking no further progress in his strength for a thousand years, just to break the seal!

Cang Yuan sneered, and his own cultivation began to burn fiercely.

The time left for him... was also running out.

The top big shots of White Tiger Heaven showed different reactions when faced with Meng Yun's brave stand.

Unbeknownst to them, Meng Yun had already become a crucial existence capable of influencing the situation of top forces.

At the center of the storm, Meng Yun's gaze was steady and indifferent.

Killing intent and rage were not in his eyes, nor on his face.

They were in the sword light!

A cold sword light.

With a certain aura of forcibly obliterating everything, the Demon Subduing Swordplay descended upon Holy Yellow Springs with a roar.

"Yellow Springs Cleansing Sin!!!"

Holy Yellow Springs paled in shock, once again unleashing his strongest attack.

This was not all; crimson flesh then furiously wriggled on his chest, revealing a mass of Demon Seed Flesh!

The Demon Seed aura permeated his body, raising his cultivation, which was already at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage, even further!

Peak Great Perfection of the late Tribulation Transcendence, half-step Great Ascension!!

"Saint God, Locking Heaven!!!"

Holy Yellow Springs transformed into a crimson night yaksha, with disheveled long hair, a green face, and fangs.

He roared, uttering strange-sounding words, and countless crimson chains extended from his back!

Each one pierced through the void, annihilated space, and brought irreversible destruction to White Tiger Heaven!

Looking at the two powerful attacks Holy Yellow Springs unleashed instantly at the brink of death, Meng Yun's gaze was calm, and he casually slashed out with his sword.

It was light and airy, like a three-year-old child first learning to wield a sword.

Slow and clumsy, full of flaws, and utterly unflashy.

But with such a sword, no one present dared to speak out in ridicule.

"Cough cough..."

Saint Wuxu clutched his chest, forcibly suppressing the urge to flee directly, his gaze fixed on this sword light.

Even with his early Great Ascension stage perception, facing this sword strike, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment, as if there was no way to dodge it.

He couldn't see through it, he couldn't see through it.

An unavoidable move could only be met head-on.

If he was like this, wouldn't Holy Yellow Springs, who hadn't stepped into the Great Ascension realm, be even worse off?!

Holy Yellow Springs, at the center of the sword's momentum, felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness rise within him.

It was like a parched traveler walking in the desert, looking up to see the great sun falling.

Tiny, fragile, powerless.

The Demon Subduing Swordplay arrived with a roar.

The Yellow Springs River, which was enough to instantly corrode and age an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, was split apart by Meng Yun's single sword strike in just a blink of an eye.

Flames divided and devoured the waves.

The Demon Subduing Swordplay continued its momentum, crashing head-on into the overwhelming crimson chains.

"Didn't anyone tell you that Demon Subduing Swordplay has a critical hit bonus against Demon Seed cultivation methods?"

The sword light directly swallowed all the chains, and the crimson sky instantly melted away.

Just like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.

That golden light reappeared, like Yang Guo piercing through the night.

The golden light illuminated Holy Yellow Springs' flushed face, but it couldn't bring him any warmth.

A bone-chilling coldness arose from the bottom of his heart, then instantly surged through his limbs and bones.

No!

No, no!!

He was a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator!

An invincible Tribulation Transcendence cultivator below Great Ascension!

How could he be killed by a mere Transformation Spirit junior with one sword strike!!

With a nearly desperate and ferocious roar, Holy Yellow Springs shrieked: "Saint Emperor Liang, save me!!!"

Buzz~

All sounds in heaven and earth instantly vanished.

At this moment, it was the time of annihilation.

A slender, fair hand, thus pierced through the void, and casually grasped the Demon Subduing Sword light.

Crack.

With a casual exertion of force, an attack capable of annihilating a Tribulation Transcendence Peak expert was thus completely disintegrated by this fair hand.

The Demon Subduing Swordplay shattered into golden light filling the sky.

From within the golden light, a pale-faced, bare-footed, gender-ambiguous Southern Liang... no, Demon Emperor Liang, slowly walked out from the depths of the void.

He parted his cherry lips, and his ethereal, clear voice followed:

"Saint Wuji, my reward is going to double now..."

"...Naturally."

Saint Wuji's expression was calm, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

Having received Saint Wuji's assent, Demon Emperor Liang finally slowly cast his gaze upon Meng Yun.