Chapter 463 Battle of Ziyun Mountain

Yan Chu did not hide, and there was no need to hide.

As far as he knew, the three major powers of the Fusheng Domain did not have any Great Saints. Without a Great Saint presiding, he did not fear even a Sixth-Stage Saint Law Realm expert.

Boom!!!

Just as the Ziyun Mountain Range was peaceful, with Sect Elders and Disciples following their routines of Cultivating, sparring, and doing morning lessons, a terrifying Aura suddenly rose outside the mountain range.

Immediately after, everyone saw a massive figure, thousands of zhang tall, appear amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

In its hand was a long saber radiating menacing Devilish Qi, which it swung down towards the entire Ziyun Sect.

"Activate the Sect-Protecting Formation!!"

"Full Sect lockdown!!!"

At the same time, several roars erupted from within the Ziyun Sect, spreading throughout the entire Sect.

Several equally massive Auras rose from the depths of the mountain range, sweeping away the clouds lingering above the peaks. Several extremely imposing figures leaped out from outside the mountain range and appeared above the mountain gate.

Crack!!!

Yan Chu's saber light, capable of annihilating everything, razed the Ziyun Sect's mountain gate to the ground. It landed on the inverted light barrier of the Ziyun Sect's Formation, erupting with a tremendous sound.

Dozens of Ziyun Sect Elders and Disciples behind the light barrier exploded with loud bangs, destroyed by the residual Saber Qi.

[Killed a First-Stage Saint Law Realm expert, extremely satisfying, Origin +10]

[Killed a Late Stage Divine Ability Realm expert, extremely satisfying, Origin +3]

[Killed...]

However, the Formation light barrier did not shatter.

A thick layer of purple clouds was drawn over, shrouding the entire Ziyun Sect, making it impossible to see the scene inside anymore.

Swish! Swish! Swish!!

In less than half a breath, terrifying figures crossed thousands of miles, emerging from within the Ziyun Sect to Yan Chu's side, surrounding him completely.

Each was shrouded in clouds and mist, their true faces hidden.

There were seven Saint Monarchs in total, and two of them were at the Sixth-Stage Saint Law Realm. The light of the Law on their bodies was condensed to the extreme; just by standing there, they caused space to warp.

Wisps of purple clouds floated and drifted, evolving into various phenomena like cloud rain, cloud thunder, and purple flames.

"Which Fellow Daoist is this? I do not know how our Ziyun Sect has offended you, Fellow Daoist, that you would come alone to attack our Ziyun Sect?"

Among the two Sixth-Stage Saint Law Realm Saint Monarchs, the one in front spoke in an aged voice, not in a hurry to attack.

The person before him was a Fifth-Stage Saint Law Realm Saint Monarch.

People of this Realm were rare; among all the Saint Monarchs in the Fusheng Domain, there was none he did not recognize.

The opponent dared to attack his Ziyun Sect alone, so he must have a powerful background.

At their Realm, they would not randomly cry out to kill.

At the very least, they had to investigate the opponent's background first; using social tact to resolve the hatred was best.

"Hehehe, your Ziyun Sect has offended me greatly!"

As he spoke, the Law light surrounding Yan Chu receded, revealing his true face, allowing the seven Saint Monarchs of the Ziyun Sect to see him clearly.

"You are..."

Upon seeing Yan Chu, the figures of the group trembled in unison, and a gentle, mature female voice exclaimed:

"You are Blade Demon Yan Chu? How is this possible?!!"

The voice was filled with unconcealable shock and surprise.

The name of Yan Chu had already attracted the attention of the upper echelons of the three major powers, and Saint Monarchs were personally hunting him down; they had all seen portraits of Yan Chu.

But precisely because of that, it was even more unbelievable.

What was Yan Chu's Cultivation a few days ago in the battle at the Red Flame Mountain Range?

Third-Stage Saint Law Realm!

This speed of advancement could already be called shocking and world-shaking.

Yet in just a few short days, he had actually become a Fifth-Stage Saint Law Realm Saint Monarch?

Even a god or Buddha's Reincarnation wouldn't have this speed of Cultivation, right?

"Hahahaha! That's right! It is your grandfather!"

Yan Chu laughed heartily, but his tone was filled with cold, sharp Killing Intent:

"When you Ziyun Sect were hunting me down, you didn't expect that I would come to kill you at your doorstep so quickly, did you?"

"Attack!!"

As soon as Yan Chu finished speaking, the elderly Sixth-Stage Saint Law Realm Saint Monarch who had spoken first let out a roar. His five fingers transformed into pillars capable of holding up a mountain, flashing with cloud thunder, and he grabbed down towards Yan Chu's head.

"Brat, there is a path to Heaven that you do not take, and you barge into Hell where there is no door!"

"Do you think my Ziyun Sect is a place where you can act wildly as you please?"

"Don't say you are only a Fifth-Stage Saint Law Realm, even if you were a Sixth-Stage, you would have to crouch for me!"

The Ziyun Sect was currently frantic trying to find Yan Chu. Now that he had appeared in the Ziyun Mountain Range, while the several Saint Monarchs were shocked by Yan Chu's progress in Cultivation, they were even more filled with joy and greed.

Take down Yan Chu and obtain the secret to his rapid advancement.

The Ziyun Sect would have the opportunity to rank at the pinnacle of the Yuanqing Holy Realm!

"Hahahaha! Just based on you old things?!"

Yan Chu's wild laughter spread throughout the Ziyun Mountain Range, attracting everyone's gaze.

But more eye-catching than his laughter was his saber.

An extremely brilliant saber light erupted from the edge of the Tiger Soul Saber, carrying an indomitable sharpness, and cut into the palm of the Ziyun Sect Saint Monarch.

Pfft!!

A blood-dripping giant palm fell from mid-air, landing on the large mountain below, smashing several peaks into smithereens.

Large sprays of blood gushed out, instantly gathering into a river of blood in the valley for a thousand miles, the smell of blood soaring to the heavens. Everything in sight was dyed a blood-red color.

"What?! !!"

This old Saint Monarch of the Ziyun Sect was named Sikong Po.

He was one of the people with the highest seniority in the Ziyun Sect.

Placed in the entire Fusheng Domain, he was also a figure who could rank in the top ten.

He had forgotten how many years it had been since he felt pain. Yan Chu's saber strike did not have any mysterious Aura; it only possessed an extremely condensed Law of the Dao of the Saber.

Even his Saint Body could not block it.

Fast! Too fast!!

He couldn't even dodge it!

"Could it be... you have already reached the Seventh Realm of the Dao of the Saber, the Law Realm?!"

Sikong Po retreated dozens of miles in an instant, distancing himself from Yan Chu. The others were also cowed by the sharpness of Yan Chu's saber strike, and their figures, which were about to rush up, stopped abruptly.

The Laws of the several Saint Monarchs gathered in one place, and the powerful force of the Laws caused the heavens and earth to change, with thick clouds pressing down in layers.

Sikong Po's face was as gloomy as water, and he drank softly:

"Come!"

Immediately, the blood and severed palm that had gathered into a thousand-mile river of blood below surged up, turning into wisps of blood-colored threads, all flowing back to the stump, pulling the severed palm to reconnect with the wound.

Ssh, ssh!!

But the residual Saber Qi and the power of the Law of the Dao of the Saber at the stump kept flashing, preventing his healing.

Sikong Po snorted coldly. As Law patterns flickered, thunder roared at the stump with crackling sounds, smashing the residual Saber Qi into disarray.

Pfft!

The severed palm healed as good as new.

It was because he felt the completely different power of the Law at the wound that he was certain Yan Chu's Cultivation in the Dao of the Saber had already reached the Seventh level, the Law Realm.

For the eighteen types of weapons, each had its own Dao and Law that could be Cultivated.

But this path, pursuing single-minded slaughter, was not only difficult to Cultivate but also hard to achieve success in the Great Dao; very few people would take this path.

Most Cultivators would choose other Laws to specialize in, only using the saber as an auxiliary means.

Those who could Cultivate the Dao of the Saber to the Seventh level were rare, even in those few Sects in the Yuanqing Holy Realm that specialized in the Dao of the Saber.