336: The flawed jade is the king (75)

At the peak of the Ancient God Mountain, the center of the holy war.

Wang Yun held the hongmeng sword in his hand.

The aura of the person and the sword fused perfectly in an instant, as if souls separated for eons had finally reunited as one at this moment.

Buzz— The blade emitted a joyful hum as the purple-gold Grandmist Qi flowed, and mysterious Dao runes lit up one after another.

A majestic power surged from the sword into Wang Yun's body. The Saint Power he had consumed due to successive battles was not only restored in an instant but was even thirty percent stronger than at his peak.

The Supreme Body and the hongmeng sword, two supreme powers originating from the same person, resonated perfectly at this moment.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, Ancient Sky Dome, the leader of the Ancient God Sect, was greatly alarmed.

He could clearly feel Wang Yun's aura rising steadily; that sharpness made even him, a Three-Lotus Saint, feel palpitation.

He couldn't delay any longer.

"Ancient God, World Suppression!"

Ancient Sky Dome roared. Ignoring the backlash, he once again activated the "ancient god seal" that was connected to the terrain of the entire mountain range.

The black seal expanded rapidly against the wind, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang divine mountain. Laws flowed upon it, and dao rhyme thundered, carrying the power to suppress an entire world as it smashed down fiercely toward the unstable Wang Yun.

He wanted to completely suppress and kill him with his strongest strike.

However, Wang Yun just looked up, calmly watching the black divine mountain falling from the sky with a look of contempt.

He stepped forward and casually swung his sword.

Punish Heaven.

There were no world-shaking phenomena, nor any complex or mysterious Divine Abilities.

Only a streak of purple-gold sword light, pure to the extreme.

That sword light cut through the sky, ignoring the distance of space. It arrived later but struck first, precisely severing the connection point between the "ancient god seal" and the mountain range's terrain below.

Crack!

Crisp sounds echoed throughout the entire Ancient God Mountain one after another.

The "ancient god seal" let out a mournful wail, its light instantly dimming.

Its connection with the ley lines of the Ancient God Mountain was actually severed by this single sword strike!

Pfft!

As the master of the Saint weapon, Ancient Sky Dome felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He spat out heart blood and fell from the sky with a withered aura.

One sword strike broke the seal.

At this moment, Rain Saint of the Flying Immortal Sect, who had been hiding on the side looking for an opportunity, showed a murderous intent in his eyes.

"Good opportunity!"

His figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared behind Wang Yun.

The Saint weapon "Immortal Tear Sword" in his hand was thrust out silently.

On the tip of the sword, there was no sharpness, only a drop of "Immortal Tear" containing the intent of withering.

That tear turned into a silent drizzle that filled the sky, enveloping a hundred zhang around Wang Yun. The Withering Sword Intent contained within was enough to corrode the dao lotus of any Saint.

Wang Yun didn't even turn his head.

He simply used himself as the center to instantly unfold the Sword Intent that was perfectly fused with the hongmeng sword.

Buzz!

An invisible Domain composed of pure hongmeng sword intent quietly took shape.

The moment all the withering "raindrops" entered the Domain, they were assimilated and decomposed by that even more overbearing and more of the Origin hongmeng sword intent, turning into the purest Spiritual Qi and dissipating into nothingness.

Immediately after, Wang Yun swung his sword behind him.

The sword stance was simple and ancient, yet incredibly swift.

Rain Saint was shocked and hastily blocked with his sword.

Clang!

A loud crash.

Rain Saint only felt a massive force coming from the sword, and he was sent flying far away.

Ancient Sky Dome saw that the situation was lost, as even Rain Saint was suppressed.

He understood that if Wang Yun wasn't left here today, the Ancient God Sect would lose all face and become a laughingstock of the Five Domains.

"I respectfully invite the Ancient Ancestor to awaken!"

"I respectfully invite the Ancient Ancestor to awaken, to slay this scoundrel and protect my sect's prestige!"

Following his summons, the entire Ancient God Mountain, along with the ley lines for tens of thousands of miles around, began to tremble violently.

A terrifying aura that far surpassed all the Saints present, as if it could crush the eons, slowly awakened from the deepest part of the ley lines.

Rumble!

The Restriction of the Ancient God Sect's ancestral land was torn apart by an irresistible force.

A huge, withered, and wrinkled hand, yet seemingly containing the power of a world, slowly reached out from the cracked ground.

Then, a hunched old man with an ancient aura appeared in mid-air.

He was the Saint King of the Ancient God Sect who had been slumbering for several eras.

As soon as he appeared, the Laws of heaven and earth came to a standstill.

Everyone present, whether they were the Elders of the Ancient God Sect, Rain Saint, or Chen Yang and the Hundred Flower Maiden, felt their Divine Souls tremble, suppressed by that pressure and unable to move.

The Saint King's cloudy gaze swept across the field, not lingering on anyone, until finally fixing on Wang Yun, who held the hongmeng sword.

He didn't waste any words.

He just slowly raised a finger and pressed down gently in Wang Yun's direction.

That finger seemed slow, but it appeared to drain all the Laws in heaven and earth.

In Wang Yun's perception, the entire world was rejecting and squeezing him.

A cage composed of "absolute Laws" bound him tightly.

He wanted to dodge but found there was nowhere to hide.

He wanted to resist but found that all his power seemed so insignificant before that finger.

This was absolute Realm suppression.

The hongmeng sword buzzed frantically, and the Supreme Body shone brightly, yet they still couldn't budge that finger even an inch.

Wang Yun's heart sank.

Just at the moment he was about to be completely suppressed and crushed into powder by that finger.

A shout full of Battle Intent exploded from beyond the Nine Heavens.

"What... an old fellow wants to destroy my Gu Family's holy sword?"

Rip!

The Saint King's Law Domain was actually torn with a crack by this shout.

A burly and overbearing figure with a hideous scar on his face forcibly tore through that crack and stepped out, appearing in front of Wang Yun.

He was surrounded by purple-gold "Grandmist Chaos Battle Qi." Facing the Saint King's finger that suppressed everything, he showed no fear and simply threw a punch.

That punch was crude and direct, yet it contained terrifying power.

Boom!

Fist and finger collided violently.

The sky of the Ancient God Mountain instantly shattered, turning into a pitch-black Void Realm.

Under that punch, the Saint King of the Ancient God Sect was actually forced back half a step.

And that burly figure also retreated half a step.

They were evenly matched.

The newcomer was none other than the Gu Family's War Ancestor, Gu Zhan!

A solemn look appeared in the eyes of the Ancient God Sect's Saint King.

He knew that Gu Zhan was using an excuse to protect his own.

He didn't say anything more.

The auras of the two Saint Kings collided violently in the Void Realm, causing ten thousand Daos to tremble.

The next moment, their figures disappeared simultaneously, turning into two streaks of light and rushing into the endless Void Realm to begin a higher-level duel.

Everyone only saw that in the depths of the pitch-black Void Realm, powerful Law fluctuations and dazzling divine light leaked out from time to time. The aftershocks of the collision were extremely terrifying, enough to threaten the Saints present.

After an unknown amount of time.

The terrifying fluctuations finally subsided.

Two figures reappeared from the crack in the Void Realm.

The Ancient God Sect's Saint King's face was gloomy, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth; clearly, he hadn't gained any advantage in the duel just now.

He looked at Gu Zhan, who stood before Wang Yun like a mountain, and finally chose to compromise.

"Take your people and get out of the Ancient God Mountain."

His voice was cold and full of resentment.

Wang Yun didn't stay any longer.

He immediately rushed to the huge sacrificial altar, swung his sword to sever the Law chains binding Old Mo, and carefully picked up the figure who had long since fainted and was at death's door.

Under the protection of Gu Zhan, the Saint King, the people of the Ancient God Sect and the Flying Immortal Sect dared not offer any further resistance and could only watch them walk out of the Ancient God Mountain.

"Big brother, wait for me!"

Chen Yang and the others quickly followed.

The group left under the complex gazes of everyone.

And the news that "the Supreme Body caused havoc in the Ancient God Sect, leading to a confrontation between two Saint Kings" quickly spread through the Five Domains, completely establishing Wang Yun's status as someone not to be trifled with.