250: Chapter 250 The Three Saints Battle Qingyuan!

Countless silver-white rune fragments exploded, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The backlash from the Formation surged back into the Formation core like a tidal wave. Cangming Wujian was struck as if by a heavy hammer; his body recoiled several zhang, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he fell from the courtyard wall, crashing onto the ground in a sorry state.

He propped himself up with his arms, trying to rise, only to find his Meridians throbbing with intense pain. Most of his spiritual power felt as if it had been drained, and his face was as pale as paper.

Cangming Chiguang's pupils constricted abruptly.

"What kind of power is this?!"

Countless thoughts exploded in his mind, each one carrying an irrepressible chill.

This kick had seemed ordinary, devoid of any imposing aura.

Yet, with just such a casual kick, he had sent two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets flying and shattered the Spirit-Locking Formation presided over by a Great Saint Realm expert!

"Impossible..." Cangming Chiguang's voice was hoarse, and for the first time, fear surfaced in his silver-white eyes. "This is impossible!"

Behind him, the two Saint King Realm Old Ancestors on his left and right also had their expressions change drastically.

"He... what is his cultivation level?!" The voice of the Saint King Realm Old Ancestor on the left had gone out of tune, carrying an uncontrollable tremor.

After taking that step, Shen Qingyuan did not move again.

He remained standing there lazily with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his green robes motionless amidst the fragments of spiritual light and falling snowflakes permeating the courtyard.

He tilted his head to look at Cangming Chiguang, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, his tone as calm as before: "The Puppets you refined are quite good, but if you think you can take my treasure relying on these Puppets, then you are being delusional."

Cangming Chiguang's face turned alternately green and white.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he turned his head and roared at the two people beside him: "Attack together, kill him!"

Cangming Chiguang's roar exploded in the shattered courtyard like a thunderclap.

The moment his voice fell, the two Saint King Realm Old Ancestors behind him moved almost simultaneously.

The three figures transformed into three streaks of light, carrying the unique Heaven and Earth pressure of the Saint King Realm, and closed in on Shen Qingyuan from three different directions!

Cangming Chiguang took the lead, his withered palms flying as a layer of dark cyan frost condensed at his fingertips. This was the Cangming Clan's heirloom technique, the "Mystic Ice Heaven-Splitting Palm." With a single strike, it was enough to freeze a hundred-zhang mountain peak into powder.

The Saint King Realm Old Ancestor on the left approached from the side, a long blade that was silver-white all over appearing in his hand out of thin air. The blade was bone-chillingly cold, and wherever the edge passed, the air condensed into fine ice crystals, sweeping in like a storm of ice blades.

The thin, gaunt Saint King Realm Old Ancestor on the right formed hand seals, his spiritual power transforming into countless silver-white threads as fine as hair, which blanketed the sky as they wound toward Shen Qingyuan. Although those threads appeared soft, in reality, each one contained a sharp edge capable of slicing through the Physical Body of a Saint Realm expert. If one were entangled, even a Saint King Realm expert would be shredded alive.

The three Saint King Realm Old Ancestors coordinated perfectly, putting their full strength into the strike without any intention of testing the waters.

The black-robed guards around the courtyard walls, who had been dazed by the Formation backlash, were now all struggling to climb up. One by one, they widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the green-robed figure in the center of the courtyard, holding their breath.

A full-strength joint attack from three Saint King Realm Old Ancestors was something even a Quasi-Emperor would have to take seriously!

And although that young man had just shattered the Formation and sent the Puppets flying, no one had been able to see the reality of that previous strike; perhaps he had just relied on some secret treasure?

But the next instant, they knew they were wrong. Wrong, and outrageously so.

Shen Qingyuan did not even look at the three figures attacking from different directions.

He merely raised his right hand, his slender fingers lightly gripping the Void Realm, and then—pressed down. The movement was understated.

Yet, with this single press, the space within several dozen zhang suddenly sank. An invisible yet suffocatingly heavy pressure descended abruptly from the Void Realm, as if the entire sky of Beiming City had pressed down at that moment.

The figures of the three Saint King Realm Old Ancestors paused simultaneously.

The palm wind of Cangming Chiguang's "Mystic Ice Heaven-Splitting Palm" exploded abruptly three feet from Shen Qingyuan, turning into countless ice fragments that dissipated into the air; those ice fragments didn't even have time to touch the hem of Shen Qingyuan's clothes.

The silver blade light of the Saint King Realm Old Ancestor on the left was split halfway when it seemed to collide with an invisible wall of copper and iron, sparks flying everywhere. The long blade flew out of his hand, flipped several times in the air, and plunged into the snow outside the courtyard wall, its hilt still buzzing and trembling.

The thousands of silver-white threads from the gaunt Saint King Realm Old Ancestor on the right all snapped the moment they touched the three-foot radius around Shen Qingyuan, like a spider web blown away by a fierce wind, dissipating into the air as specks of spiritual light.

The three Saint King Realm Old Ancestors groaned simultaneously, as if struck in the chest by an invisible giant palm, their bodies flying backward violently!

One smashed through the moon gate on the east side of the courtyard, one collapsed the courtyard wall on the west side, and the last one was embedded into the ground, creating a human-shaped pit a zhang deep in the bluestone slabs, with gravel and ice fragments splashing everywhere.

It took no more than a single breath of time. The three Saint King Realm Old Ancestors were all sent flying, completely unable to fight back.

In the courtyard, there was dead silence.

The black-robed guards around the courtyard walls all had their mouths wide open, their long blades clattering to the ground, yet not a single person bent down to pick them up.

Their minds were blank, buzzing as if someone had struck them with a hammer. A full-strength joint attack by three Old Ancestors had actually been suppressed by that person with just one hand?

What kind of cultivation level was this? Saint King? Or... Quasi-Emperor?

Just at this moment, the two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets attacked at high speed, killing toward Shen Qingyuan from front and back.

A cold sneer appeared on the faces of Cangming Chiguang and the other two. Facing the sneak attack of two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets, even a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert would have to die on the spot!

"Brother Qingyuan, be careful!" Jiang Li's face turned pale. She never expected that the Saint King Realm experts of the dignified Cangming Clan would use such despicable means. With the three of them joining forces, they actually still let two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets launch a sneak attack!

The two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets, carrying the force of wind that tore through the sky, closed in on Shen Qingyuan from left and right, like two moving mountains, one black and one gold.

The Nether Mystic Snake's tail swept across, wrapped in the lingering remnants of heavenly thunder, carving a pitch-black arc in mid-air; wherever it passed, the Void Realm was drawn out with fine cracks.

The Golden-Winged Peng folded its wings, like a giant crimson-gold sword, slicing straight down toward the top of Shen Qingyuan's head. The sharp, piercing intent was so intense that even the Cultivators watching from afar felt a stinging pain between their brows.

The joint attack of the two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets was seamless; clearly, when Cangming Chiguang was controlling them, he had squeezed every inch of the Puppets' power to the limit. This strike was enough to crush any Saint King Realm expert into powder on the spot.

"It's done!" Cangming Chiguang struggled to lift his head from under the shattered moon gate, blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth, yet a light of wild joy burst forth from his silver-white eyes.

"Even if your cultivation is heaven-defying, under the full-strength joint attack of the Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets, you have absolutely no reason to survive!"

However, Shen Qingyuan merely extended one hand. His slender five fingers opened, then gripped lightly. The movement was casual.

That snake tail, carrying the might of a Quasi-Emperor, stopped abruptly three feet from Shen Qingyuan's head. It was as if it had been grabbed by the tip of its tail by an invisible giant hand, unable to advance a single inch further.

The Nether Mystic Snake Puppet emitted a low hiss, its entire body's runes flickering crazily, clearly struggling desperately, but that "invisible hand" remained motionless, not even trembling, as if this Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppet in his hand was just a newly hatched young snake, too immature to stir up any waves.

Immediately after, Shen Qingyuan extended his other hand. His five fingers opened the same way, and he lightly supported upward toward the top of his head.

That giant crimson-gold winged sword, upon touching three inches from his palm, seemed to collide with an invisible barrier, exploding with a "boom" into a sky full of crimson-gold spiritual light fragments.

The impact of the Golden-Winged Peng Puppet was completely neutralized by that invisible force. Its massive body stalled abruptly in mid-air, then emitted a harsh metallic screeching sound. Its wings flapped frantically, but it could not break free from that rebounding force.

The wild joy on Cangming Chiguang's face froze. He widened his silver-white eyes, staring fixedly at the green-robed figure in the courtyard, his mind a blank slate.

Two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets, a full-strength joint attack that no one below the Saint King Realm could block, a strike that even a Quasi-Emperor would have to take seriously, had actually been caught by that young man with two hands in such an understated manner?

Moreover, that posture clearly showed he hadn't even taken an extra breath.

"This is impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."