Chapter 466 Arrival at Cold Moon Mountain

"Hmph!"

Yan Chu's attitude completely enraged Old Saint Lord Sikong Po; he had lived for over nine thousand years and had never been threatened like this by anyone before.

Furthermore, this person was actually blocking the mountain gate and threatening the entire Ziyun Sect.

"What do you want? Do you think my Ziyun Sect truly has no way to deal with you?"

"Let me tell you the truth!"

"My Ziyun Sect is backed by the Tianshui Holy Land. As long as I send a message to the Holy Land and a Great Saint descends upon the Fusheng Domain, they will peel your skin and break your bones in an instant, causing your Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering."

Yan Chu was not afraid in the slightest and sneered,

"Have I encountered few strong enemies?"

"You may let them come; let's see if they can catch me."

"However, I must warn you: as long as you cannot kill me, one month from now will be the day of your Ziyun Sect's destruction!"

Yan Chu's tone was chilling, and his words made the many Elders of the Ziyun Sect tremble with rage, causing them to speak up one after another:

"Then let us fight! Let's see how he destroys our Ziyun Sect!"

"Our Ziyun Sect has been established for hundreds of thousands of years, and no one has ever dared to threaten us like this!"

"Arrogant brat, you will eventually be punished by heaven!"

The voices of the crowd were chaotic and united in their resolve, but Old Saint Lord Sikong Po and the few Grand Elders frowned deeply.

What Yan Chu said was indeed a fact.

For these past two months, they had been hunting him down, yet not only had he suffered no damage, but he was now able to block the mountain gate with his own power.

With his terrifying speed of Breakthrough, in another month or so, I am afraid even a Great Saint would not be his match.

By then, in the entire Yuanqing Holy Realm, there would not be many people left who could keep him in check.

Unless a Great Saint descended right now and killed Yan Chu with thunderous means.

But the problem was, the Tianshui Holy Land was hundreds of millions of miles away from the Fusheng Domain, separated by several large domains. Even if they sent a message immediately, a Great Saint could not arrive in a short time.

With Yan Chu's spiritual sense, he might have already escaped a step earlier.

Old Saint Lord Sikong Po then asked in a deep voice:

"Then what exactly do you want?"

"To fight my Ziyun Sect to the death? With your current strength, can you break through my Ziyun Sect's Formation?"

Yan Chu looked at the Formation covering the entire Ziyun Sect ahead. The light curtain spanned tens of thousands of miles, shrouded in clouds and mist, and even he could not see the true scene inside the Formation.

Just now, after two saber strikes, the Formation neutralized his Saber Qi without suffering any damage.

Especially after Old Saint Lord Sikong Po took control of the Formation, it was even more indestructible.

A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"It is not impossible to resolve our feud! It just depends on what your Ziyun Sect is willing to pay."

Old Saint Lord Sikong Po saw the smile on his face through the Formation and frowned slightly:

"What do you want?"

Yan Chu's eyes swept over Old Saint Lord Sikong Po and the others, lingering for a moment on the two stunningly beautiful women, Fairy Lingyun and Madam Pu, who were standing side by side, and said mysteriously:

"That depends on how you interpret it yourselves!"

"However, I can tell you that I am not interested in any Cultivation Technique, Saint Weapon, or resources at all!"

This made the few of them frown deeply.

Your words are like passing gas; how the hell am I supposed to know what you want?

"Alright! You can interpret it well; I will return to the Ziyun Sect in seven days. If you have not prepared what I want, it will be the day of the Ziyun Sect's destruction!"

After saying this, he flashed and headed straight into the depths of the blue sky, quickly disappearing from the Ziyun Mountain Range.

Until Yan Chu disappeared, Old Saint Lord Sikong Po and the others were still full of question marks, truly unable to make heads or tails of it.

You are such a riddle-monger; just say what you want!

"Senior Brother, hurry and send a message to the Tianshui Holy Land! Ask the Holy Land's Great Saint to come. If Yan Chu arrives in seven days, take him down directly!"

Yin Wuxiang saw Yan Chu leave and hurriedly spoke.

The others also nodded in agreement.

Since Yan Chu said he would come again in seven days, they could fully use this time to invite a Great Saint to sit in the Ziyun Sect.

Old Saint Lord Sikong Po pondered for a moment, and after thinking it over, he took a sound-transmission talisman from his sleeve and began to input information into it.

The Ziyun Sect was an affiliated Sect of the Tianshui Holy Land.

And the Tianshui Holy Land was one of the most powerful Sects in the entire Yuanqing Holy Realm. Within the Holy Land, Saints emerged one after another, and there were many Great Saint powerhouses sitting in command.

The Saint Alliance, which was famous in the Yuanqing Holy Realm, had the Tianshui Holy Land as one of its nine founders.

As Old Saint Lord Sikong Po sent the message, he soon received a response.

A trace of joy appeared in his eyes, and he said:

"The Holy Land has replied; a Great Saint will arrive in a few days!"

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After leaving the Ziyun Sect, Yan Chu's body flashed with Law runes, turning into a swift spiritual wind, quickly rushing towards Lengyue Mountain where the Zhao Family was located.

Lengyue Mountain was over thirty million miles away from the Ziyun Mountain Range.

At Yan Chu's current escape speed, he appeared above Lengyue Mountain in less than half an hour.

Looking down from high altitude, the entire Lengyue Mountain was shrouded in a layer of cold, ghostly light. The mountain range was crescent-shaped, and exquisite, luxurious buildings were built on the mountain one after another, on a massive scale.

A thousand miles away from Lengyue Mountain, there was also a large city.

The residents in the city were also mostly branch members of the Zhao Family, as well as some affiliated Family forces.

The history of the Zhao Family was no shorter than that of the Ziyun Sect.

After so many years of development, the Zhao clan members were spread all over the Fusheng Domain, numbering in the tens of millions.

The Zhao Family was the one Yan Chu wanted to eliminate the most.

The people of this Family were also the ones who had pursued him the most vigorously. Not long ago in the Red Flame Mountain Range, it was also a Zhao Family Saint Lord who came to hunt him down.

When Yan Chu appeared above Lengyue Mountain, a huge alarm suddenly spread throughout the Zhao Family.

"Blade Demon Yan Chu is here! The whole clan, be on alert!!"

"Open the Sect-Protecting Formation!! You must not let him attack!"

Yan Chu hid in the clouds, his eyebrows slightly raised.

He was not surprised that the Zhao Family was facing a formidable enemy. After the great battle in the Ziyun Mountain Range, the Zhao Family must have learned of his strength and no longer dared to be arrogant.

What surprised him was how the Zhao Family discovered him.

Swish!

The next second, a beam of snow-white moonlight shot straight up from the Lengyue Mountain below, carrying a soul-destroying and bone-corroding power, instantly freezing the clouds where Yan Chu was hiding, and the cold light rapidly spread towards Yan Chu.

Clang!!

Yan Chu did not change his expression. The tiger soul magic saber was unsheathed, and he slashed out with a Blazing Fire technique. The scorching saber light was surging and mighty, simultaneously fusing the Dao of the saber Law and the Origin Law of Fire. The blazing white saber light cut the moon beam apart and slammed onto Lengyue Mountain.

Crack!!!

The Zhao Family's Formation could defend against tens of thousands of miles, but the entire Lengyue Mountain range was hundreds of thousands of miles long.

Although this strike did not break the Zhao Family's Formation, the Lengyue Mountain range was split in two from the middle, and the terrain and ley lines were completely altered.

Rumble!!!

Who knows how many giant rocks rolled down; the mountain rumbled and shook, and the ground trembled violently.

The saber mark left a bottomless canyon on the Lengyue Mountain range.

The canyon was over eighty thousand miles long, breaking from the inside of the crescent to the outside, hundreds of miles wide. Countless Moon Essence and Taiyin Qi surged out from underground, dissipating into the world.

The treasure land that originally gathered the moon and Yin was completely destroyed because of this strike from Yan Chu.

The many clan members hiding in the Zhao Family's Formation watched this scene happen with their own eyes, stunned and speechless.

"You brat!!"

The few Saint Lords of the Zhao Family were shocked and angry, unable to help but curse loudly.

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The Zhao Family only had five Saint Lords on the surface.

But in reality, adding the Family Old Ancestors who had been in closed-door cultivation, there were nine Saint Lords. Although not as many as the Ziyun Sect's eleven, this was just the power of one Family, the Zhao Family.

It is conceivable that the Zhao Family's reputation as the number one Family in the Fusheng Domain was absolutely not unfounded.

At this moment, among the many Zhao Family Old Ancestors in the Formation, there was the Zhao Family's Fourth Ancestor, Zhao Xu, who had hunted down Yan Chu in the Red Flame Mountain Range last time.

Zhao Xu was at the fifth level of the Saint Law Realm.

In the entire Zhao Family, except for the few Old Ancestors who had been in seclusion for years, his cultivation was among the best. He was truly in a high position of power and was a Peak figure in the Fusheng Domain.

But at this moment, looking at the figure above the mountain range with an boundless Aura, whose Saint might seemed to be able to cut the sky open, he still could not help but be moved and unable to believe it.

"How is this possible..."

Zhao Xu whispered to himself, unable to believe everything he saw.

In just seven or eight days, Yan Chu had gone from a Saint who had just broken through to the third level of the Saint Law Realm to a Saint Lord with a deeper cultivation than him.

Anyone would be unable to help but doubt whether they had seen it wrong.

The Zhao Family's First Ancestor, Zhao Xinghe, was at the sixth level of the Saint Law Realm.

Despite this, he did not dare to leave the Formation to personally test Yan Chu's saber edge.

The Zhao Family's intelligence already knew that Yan Chu had fought seven against one outside the Ziyun Mountain Range, forcing the many Grand Elders of the Ziyun Sect to flee in panic.

He even caused the loss of two Saint Lords.

Zhao Xinghe did not dare to take the risk.

Yan Chu's gaze swept across, and he quickly knew why he had been exposed.

He saw a moon-white precious mirror at the top of the Zhao Family's Lengyue Mountain.

The mirror surface bloomed with cold moonlight, and the moon-white light beam shone in all directions. Within more than a hundred thousand miles, nothing could escape the investigation of this precious mirror.

"This must be the Zhao Family's Zhaoyue Precious Mirror, right?"

Yan Chu had learned about the history of the Zhao Family.

The one who founded this massive Family was a Great Saint. After that Great Saint passed away, he left behind his Saint Weapon, which became the Zhao Family's treasure of the clan.

It was the Zhaoyue Precious Mirror.

"Yan Chu! You rely on your powerful strength and want to be enemies with the three major forces of my Fusheng Domain at the same time. Do you think you can succeed?"

In Lengyue Mountain, the Fourth Ancestor Zhao Xu shouted and cursed.

Yan Chu looked at him with disdain:

"Sooner or later, I will take your dog life!"

Then he looked at the person with the highest cultivation in the Zhao Family, the First Ancestor Zhao Xinghe, and said coldly:

"The Zhao Family chased me quite happily; you didn't expect this day, did you?"

As he spoke, the tiger soul let out a heaven-shaking tiger roar, and the terrifying Saber Intent pierced through clouds and split rocks. The celestial phenomena within tens of thousands of miles changed drastically, and he slashed fiercely at the Zhao Family's Formation.

"Everyone, retreat!!"

Zhao Xinghe flicked his sleeve, and the many clan Elders and juniors of the Zhao Family behind him flew off the ground and retreated hundreds of miles away.

Then, a moon-white precious mirror appeared in his hand; it was the Zhaoyue Precious Mirror.

The Zhaoyue Precious Mirror erupted with cold, ghostly moonlight, connecting with the entire Zhao Family Formation. Although the Formation shook violently, it did not break under this saber strike after all.

Zhao Xinghe did not feel any relaxation in his heart.

His old face was full of solemnity.

This strike from Yan Chu was truly terrifying. Although it did not break the Formation, the already fractured Lengyue Mountain range was once again shattered into pieces under this strike.

The original Feng Shui was damaged on a large scale.

It is unknown how long it will take to restore the original pattern.

He had no more doubts in his heart about the news that Zhao Yuanchuan had just sent back.

Even if he were to face Yan Chu head-on, he might not be able to block this strike.

No wonder those old ghosts of the Ziyun Sect were beaten to the point where they could only cower in the Formation and dare not come out.

Zhao Xinghe took a deep breath and said loudly:

"Fellow Daoist Yan, please calm down. My Zhao Family has an honored guest who has a few words he would like to say to Fellow Daoist Yan!"

He turned his head and said to a beautiful woman in court dress behind him:

"Lingyi, bring the person out!"

"Yes! Old Ancestor!"

This beautiful woman in court dress was the wife of the Zhao Family Head, named Zhao Lingyi, who was also a member of the Zhao clan.

For such a large Family with members everywhere, intermarriage within the clan was not a big deal.

A moment later, Zhao Lingyi brought a few servants to the front of the Formation. The servants were holding a white-browed old monk with weak energy.

It was none other than Great Master Likong.

Now without cultivation, he ultimately could not escape the Zhao Family's search; he was found by a Zhao Family Young Master and brought to the Zhao Family.

After capturing Great Master Likong, the Zhao Family immediately performed soul-searching on him.

Now, the Zhao Family knew all about Yan Chu's many deeds in the Lower Realm.

Great Master Likong's expression was confused at this moment, like a walking corpse, and he did not know what had happened at all.

His eyes scanned around. Everyone beside him was like a terrifying abyss, making his heart jump with fear, and he could not raise any will to resist.

When he looked forward, outside the Formation.

He suddenly shook all over, and his old, weak face could not hide his excitement; he even couldn't help but let old tears flow:

"True Buddha! Is it you?"

To be honest, the two or three months since he arrived in the Yuanqing Holy Realm could be called one of the most bitter periods in his cultivation journey.

He was not afraid of bitterness, but the key was that he could not see a glimmer of hope.

Especially after being caught by the Zhao Family, everyone he saw everywhere was an existence he could not afford to provoke, and he was also brutally soul-searched by the Zhao Family, losing over ninety percent of his cultivation Foundation.

Even if he escaped in the future, it would probably be very difficult to restore his cultivation.

Yet he did not expect to see Yan Chu again at such a time.

So for a moment, he was overwhelmed with great sorrow and joy, and he could hardly hide his emotions.

Yan Chu's expression did not change in the slightest. After glancing at Likong, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Xinghe:

"What do you mean? Do you think an old monk can threaten me?"

"Hehe."

Zhao Xinghe's gaze was deep, and he smiled:

"Fellow Daoist Yan was revered as the True Buddha in the Lower Realm, and people say you are the Reincarnation of a Buddha. Surely you would not want to see this Buddhist Great Master die in front of you, right?"

After learning about Yan Chu's past from Great Master Likong's memories, the Zhao Family had fallen into a fierce debate.

Some people believed in Yan Chu's identity as the Reincarnation of the True Buddha.

Otherwise, this could not explain the reason why his cultivation progressed so rapidly.

But in the eyes of Zhao Xinghe and the few other Family Old Ancestors, this matter was not that simple.

If he were really the True Buddha, even if Yan Chu did not follow Buddhist precepts, he would not have such murderous and violent Aura, and he would not have earned the title of Blade Demon.

Moreover, it was not as if there had never been people who reincarnated and recultivated in the Yuanqing Holy Realm.

I have never heard of anyone like Yan Chu, who Breakthrough Realm every few days.

"As long as Fellow Daoist Yan shakes hands and makes peace with my Zhao Family from now on, I guarantee that I will hand this Great Master over to you unharmed."

"From now on, my Zhao Family will never have any conflict with you again!"

Zhao Xinghe held Great Master Likong in his hand, his face full of smiles.

Yan Chu looked at him deeply, a sneer appeared on his face, and he instantly disappeared from in front of the Zhao Family members.

"Hmm? Where did Yan Chu go? Why did he suddenly leave?"

"Could it be that he has some other conspiracy?"

The Zhao Family members looked at each other, not knowing what Yan Chu meant.