Chapter 464 Slaying the Holy Monarch

"Hehe, this is just a warm-up!"

Yan Chu patted the tiger soul, and vast Saber Qi flowed like a long river, flooding toward the front.

"Today, I'll let you witness what it means for the new generation to surpass the old!"

Yan Chu's saber light was world-shocking, carrying the supreme Law of slaughter as it engulfed the few people present.

"Arrogant!! The brat actually wants to fight the seven of us alone!"

Yan Chu's posture enraged the seven Saint Monarchs.

Another Saint Monarch of the sixth level of the Saint Law Realm, Yin Wuxiang, shouted angrily.

Although Yan Chu's Dao Realm of the saber surprised and shocked them, it was not enough to make them retreat.

Everyone present was a figure who had been famous in the Fusheng Domain for thousands of years.

Even one-on-one, they would not fear Yan Chu, let alone now that all seven were present.

Boom!!

He struck with a palm, Law patterns flashing, encompassing the endless sea of clouds in his hand, and struck out from afar.

Roar!!

As this palm fell, there was actually the sound of ten thousand beasts roaring.

Looking closely, one could see within the thousands of miles of surging cloud sea, true Dragons and heavenly Phoenixes appeared, and ancient Vicious Beasts roared.

The true Dragon groaned, its body boundless, and with one claw strike from the air, countless Saber Qi were shattered. The heavenly Phoenix spread its wings, turning into hundreds of miles of Blazing Fire, as if it were about to burn through the sky.

Just a wisp of flame falling was enough to melt a mountain below into magma.

More Divine Beasts swooped down, causing the vast Saber Qi released by Yan Chu to vanish into nothingness.

"Hahahaha!! Yan Chu, do you think your saber Dao is very strong?"

"How does it compare to this old man's Cloud Formless?"

Yin Wuxiang held his stomach and laughed heartily.

What he practiced was the Dao of Cloud Formless.

Formless and imageless, ten thousand things and ten thousand images!

Using the Law of clouds to control all things, each was vivid and lifelike; even Yan Chu's Saber Qi could be simulated to a large extent by the cloud images.

He acted on his thought.

Boom!

He raised a finger, and a white jade treasure bottle flew out from his sleeve, the power of a sixth-rank Saint Weapon fully revealed. The mouth of the bottle was covered in clouds and mist, shifting constantly.

"Rise!"

As Yin Wuxiang flicked his finger, the bottle mouth shook violently, and endless clouds and mist spewed out, turning into a blade of light full of killing intent, actually appearing extremely similar to the saber just released by Yan Chu.

Not only was it similar in form, but it was also similar in spirit.

"Hahaha! Junior Martial Uncle Yin's action alone is enough. Yan Chu dares to be so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth; today we will teach him a lesson!"

Seeing the means revealed by Yin Wuxiang, the other Ziyun Sect Saint Monarchs were no longer in a hurry.

A Saint Monarch named Shang Qiao, who looked honest and simple like an old farmer in the mountains, said solemnly:

"Do not be careless! If any accident happens, we will all attack together; there is no need to worry about the rules of not bullying the few with the many."

"Correct!"

Another Saint Monarch, a beautiful woman named Pei Qing with a gentle voice and a voluptuous figure, also said:

"Yan Chu repeatedly breaks common sense. Since he dares to come and attack our Ziyun Sect alone, he definitely won't have only this much ability."

She was the famous Lingyun Fairy of the Fusheng Domain.

Having practiced for over five thousand years, she was at the fifth level of the Saint Law Realm and was highly esteemed by the Saint Monarchs of the Fusheng Domain.

When she was young, she was the dream lover of practitioners of the same level in the Fusheng Domain; those who wanted to become her Dao Companion could line up for thousands of miles.

It was just that Lingyun Fairy had always been cold to men, single-mindedly pursuing the Great Dao.

Although she was no longer young, her beauty had not diminished from her younger days, and she had gained a touch of charm left by the passage of time.

A five-colored Dharma robe woven from cloud silk made her look like a true Fairy.

She was worthy of being one of the most beautiful women in the Fusheng Domain.

Without the need for the two to remind them, the Saint Monarchs present were all seasoned veterans who had practiced for thousands of years, so they naturally kept an eye on the battle in the field at all times.

The old Saint Monarch, Sikong Po, had eyes flashing with divine light, constantly searching for flaws in Yan Chu's Law.

Clang!

The blade light flying out of the bottle burst with a brilliant saber hum, causing the skin of the two Saint Monarchs with the lowest cultivation of the fourth level of the Saint Law Realm to hurt from dozens or hundreds of miles away.

Even if this strike did not have the full power of Yan Chu's saber technique, it had seven or eight tenths of it.

Buzz!!

Saber Qi flew out from the sea of clouds, and the sharp saber light slashed down.

"Hehe."

Yan Chu sneered disdainfully. Where did this even come from?

Did they think that the casual strike just now was his true ability?

He flicked his finger, and a touch of saber light shot out from his fingertip, instantly colliding with the Saber Qi shot from the treasure bottle. Countless Saber Qi exploded, cutting the sea of clouds into pieces.

The next second, Yan Chu lifted tiger soul, and a terrifying Saber Intent rose from his body.

He seemed to have become a saber, a saber that would slash everything.

Saber-shaped Law runes flickered on his body, and the terrifying power of the Law cut fine cracks in the surrounding area.

Slash!!

With one slash, the world seemed to be split in two.

"Not good!!"

Yin Wuxiang's eyelids twitched wildly, and he secretly thought it was bad.

This slash from Yan Chu was completely different from his previous saber style; it was profound and mysterious to the extreme, belonging to the ultimate application of the saber Dao Law, coming straight and forward without hesitation.

Although he could understand it, he could not imitate it.

"Hah!"

With a shout, the clouds and mist inside the Saint Weapon treasure bottle erupted violently. Nine ten-thousand-foot giant Dragons lunged out from within, emitting bursts of dragon roars, disappearing into the clouds and mist, and attacking Yan Chu from all sides.

But...

Puff, puff, puff!!!

The saber light was unstoppable, neatly splitting all the giant Dragons in two. Even the entire sky was split from top to bottom, and those below could not see the scene above.

The bottle mouth continued unceasingly; after the Dragons and Phoenixes came the Xuanwu and Qilin, Suanni and Bifang, all kinds of legendary ancient Divine Beasts were all neatly split apart.

The Saber Intent on the saber light extinguished these cloud images, and they could not heal at all.

Yin Wuxiang's inner alarm bells rang loudly. Law light surrounded him, turning into formless and imageless clouds as he retreated violently. In an instant, he retreated tens of thousands of miles, and the earth moved wildly forward under his feet.

At the same time, his hands did not stop moving. The Divine Beasts in the treasure bottle were useless, so various Divine Weapons and demonic blades swarmed out.

Clang! Ping! Clang!!

Although they were transformed by cloud images, each one was like the real thing, exuding astonishing spirituality, and the light of the Divine Weapons collided with each other.

But without exception, these Divine Weapons could not stop the sharpness of the saber light.

Puff!

Finally, the saber light flashed and vanished in the Void Realm, slashing into that chaotic mass of purple clouds. Accompanied by a muffled groan, the saber light flew off to who knew how many miles away.

Clatter!!!

Large sprays of blood spurted out from the clouds.

When the purple clouds dissipated, everyone saw it.

Yin Wuxiang's two thighs were severed from his body, his upper body rested on the mouth of the treasure bottle, and blood gushed out like a river, filling more than half of the bottle.

All of this took a long time to describe, but in reality, it happened in less than a breath.

Everyone felt the horror of Yan Chu's slash, and no one dared to go up and intercept it alone to relieve Yin Wuxiang.

Yin Wuxiang's face was pale.

The Saber Qi remaining on his severed body frantically destroyed his vitality, making his old face full of pain, his expression ferocious.

"Attack!!"

Seeing this situation, everyone knew they could not sit idly by.

This monster was extremely strange; even the two Old Ancestors at the sixth level of the Saint Law Realm had suffered a big loss at his hands one-on-one.

Following Sikong Po's order, the other Saint Monarchs, who had long been prepared, each displayed their own Divine Abilities.