212: Chapter 212 Heavenly Evil Saint King

Just as Saint Lingyuan finished speaking, the atmosphere in the void suddenly froze.

Saint Lieyi's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of shock and uncertainty flashing within them.

"Are you saying... that Senior of the Shen Family?"

His voice was kept extremely low, as if he was terrified of being overheard, carrying a hint of dread that was hard to conceal.

Although Saint Lingyuan did not speak, a complex emotion flashed in her cold eyes.

That day in the Xuantian Secret Realm, she had witnessed Shen Qingyuan take action with her own eyes—casually breaking the Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Heaven Array, dispelling the sky full of demonic shadows with a wave of his sleeve, and suppressing a saint king weapon with a single hand.

That strength, that composure, still made her Soul tremble when she thought of it now.

But the Lord of Tiansha Abyss, Ye Chen, was a peerless powerhouse at the Peak Saint King Realm!

One of the existences standing at the absolute Peak of the entire Cangxuan Great World!

Although Shen Qingyuan's strength was unfathomable, could he really be stronger than Ye Chen?

"Lingyuan, are you sure it was that Senior who did it?" Saint Lieyi asked in a deep voice, his brow furrowing deeply.

Saint Lingyuan shook her head. "I'm not sure. But for a young man to possess such strength, suppressing a Peak Ninth Layer Dharma Image Realm expert with a single palm... Who else in the entire Southern Region could it be besides that Senior?"

She paused, a sharp gleam flashing in her eyes. "Although the Sacred Tower has an age Restriction, that Senior's methods are heaven-defying. How could a mere Restriction possibly stop him?"

Saint Lieyi fell silent.

Indeed.

That Senior could casually break even the Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Heaven Array. Before him, the Sacred Tower's Restriction was probably no different from paper.

"But if it really was that Senior who did it..." Saint Xutian finally spoke, his tone somewhat solemn. "What about the Tiansha Abyss side?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three Saints fell into silence simultaneously.

The Lord of Tiansha Abyss.

He was a powerhouse of immense renown throughout the entire Cangxuan.

In the world today, active Peak Saint King powerhouses were extremely rare, and those in their prime like the Lord of Tiansha Abyss were even fewer.

Even if that Senior was incredibly powerful, he might not necessarily be a match for the Lord of Tiansha Abyss.

And in his fury, the Lord of Tiansha Abyss might vent his anger on the Southern Region, which would be a disaster for their Southern Region.

Just then, a chariot suddenly appeared on the horizon.

The chariot came extremely fast.

Just a moment ago, it was merely a black speck, but in the blink of an eye, it had arrived in the skies above Yuyang City.

The chariot was completely pitch-black, pulled by three giant beasts enveloped in black flames. Each giant beast exuded a heart-palpitating pressure—the Saint Realm!

Three Saint Realm Yao Beasts pulling a chariot!

What kind of grand display was this?

Upon the chariot, a figure stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in a robe as black as ink, its hem embroidered with dark gold runes that fluttered gently in the wind.

His face was cold and stern, and his eyes were a bizarre silvery-white with vertical slits for pupils, like some sort of cold-blooded reptile—cold, detached, and devoid of any emotion.

A faint black mist swirled around him, and his aura was as deep as an abyss. With every step he took, the void trembled slightly.

The Saint King Realm!

And a peerless powerhouse of the Late Stage Saint King Realm!

"Elder of the Tiansha Abyss, Saint King Tianxie!"

Saint Xutian's pupils contracted sharply, his voice trembling.

He had lived for three thousand years and seen countless powerhouses, but this was the first time he had witnessed a Saint King Realm existence with his own eyes.

That aura and pressure, like the collapse of heaven and earth, pressed down so hard that the entire Yuyang City trembled slightly!

The three Saints stood in the void, their expressions solemn to the extreme.

They exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and emerged from the void, walking toward the black chariot.

"Yun Xu of Yinxian Village greets Saint King Tianxie."

"Lieyi of the Burning Flame Ancient Land greets Saint King Tianxie."

"Lingyuan of the Tianxuan Sect greets Saint King Tianxie."

The three Saints bowed in unison, their postures respectful.

Although they were the pinnacle existences of the Southern Region, they were still far from enough before a Saint King Realm powerhouse.

In the city, countless Cultivators looked up at the sky, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

"A S-Saint King?!"

"The people from the Tiansha Abyss have arrived! They came so fast!"

"It's over... Young Master Chisha is dead, and the Tiansha Abyss has come for revenge!"

"Where is the Blood Rain Pavilion? Where did the people from the Blood Rain Pavilion go?!"

Cries of panic rose one after another, and the entire Yuyang City fell into chaos.

Li Tianxie glanced at the three Saints, a trace of contempt flashing in his silvery-white vertical pupils.

"Saints of the Southern Region?"

The corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful sneer. "A mere Saint Realm Cultivator actually dares to stand before this seat?"

Before his voice could fade, he raised his hand and waved it.

An extremely terrifying power surged from his palm like an invisible giant hand, blasting all three Saints backward simultaneously!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With three dull thuds, the three Saints flipped several times in the air and crashed heavily into the city walls of Yuyang City. The walls collapsed with a loud crash, sending shattered stones flying and dust billowing everywhere!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Three mouthfuls of blood were violently spat out. The three Saints' faces were deathly pale, and their auras were extremely weak.

A single palm strike!

Just a single palm strike!

The three Saints of the Southern Region were blasted away with a single palm strike!

The entire area fell into a dead silence.

Everyone widened their eyes and stared intently at the pitch-black figure in the sky, their faces filled with utter disbelief.

The Saint King Realm...

Is this the power of the Saint King Realm?

Before the Saint King Realm, those in the Saint Realm couldn't even withstand a single move?!

Only then did Li Tianxie turn his gaze toward the crowd outside the Sacred Tower.

Standing on the chariot, his silvery-white vertical pupils swept across the crowd below, as if looking down at a swarm of ants.

"Ye Xuan is not dead. How dare you all speak such nonsense!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it exploded in the sky like a clap of thunder, causing the space within a hundred-mile radius to tremble slightly.

The Cultivators with low cultivation bases were even directly shaken by this voice until they bled from their seven orifices and collapsed to the ground.

The entire field fell into a dead silence.

No one dared to speak, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Hearing this, the three Saints actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Young Master Chisha was not dead, which was undoubtedly good news for them.

But they were also somewhat bewildered. What exactly had happened inside the Sacred Tower?

Before the three of them could think further, a ray of golden light suddenly appeared on the horizon once again.

The moment the golden light burst forth, the entire world seemed to freeze.

The golden light was not blinding, but it carried an indescribable majesty, like an ancient deity descending upon the mortal realm, causing all the Cultivators present to feel a tremor from the depths of their Souls.

Li Tianxie's silvery-white vertical pupils contracted sharply, and the arrogance on his face instantly froze.

He abruptly turned his head, staring fixedly in the direction of the golden light.

It was an old man.

He had white hair, a lean face, and wore a golden robe with fine cloud patterns embroidered on the hem, which fluttered gently in the wind.

His figure was not tall, even somewhat hunched, but the aura radiating from him pressed down so hard that the entire world trembled slightly.

The Saint King Realm!

"Golden-Winged Demon Saint, to think you have come as well!" Li Tianxie's tone carried a hint of solemnity.

Jinpeng Demon Saint was much calmer. "Hehe, with the ancestor's remains appearing, I naturally had to make a trip."

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