Chapter 419 - 406: I, the Original Source of the Dark Turmoil?

Chapter 419: Chapter 406: I, the Original Source of the Dark Turmoil?

But in the end, he still wasn’t satisfied. He made the Golden Tai Chi Diagram roar and urged the Frost White flying horse to flap its Dapeng wings, darting in every direction.

BANG—

In the blink of an eye, blood splattered through the air.

Fang Yang was like a primeval demon king, crisscrossing the sky on a murderous rampage. He pierced through everything in his path, unleashing a great slaughter. Single-handedly, he fought against the crowd of prodigies, his dominance unparalleled as he forcefully swept aside all opposition.

"You..." Cha Mo was stunned, the space between his brows cracking open. His face was a mask of utter disbelief.

Then, his body completely disintegrated, turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky.

Everyone was stunned. ’What terrifying combat prowess! To face a siege by a group of young Great Saints and still manage to kill Cha Mo... Is he truly just a young Great Saint himself?’

"Divine Rocs are the fastest beings in the world, and among them, the Golden-Winged Dapeng is the absolute fastest of all."

"As for the apex of strength, there are many in this world, like the Celestial Corner Ant or the Kun fish."

"And now, with the Kunpeng as one, he embodies the apex of both strength and speed."

"Not only that, but among Flame Spirits, the Golden Crow is known as the Great Sun—unflinchingly hard and intensely fierce."

GASP~

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

They all stared up at Fang Yang, their faces filled with shock.

It was just too outrageous.

The Kunpeng treads the path of invincibility, and the Golden Crow illuminates the world.

Now, with the Kunpeng and the Golden Crow united, they cast a brilliant light upon each other, making Fang Yang seem like a demon king incarnate. His demonic flames surged to the heavens, inspiring a sense of endless terror.

"Kill him! Kill him! He must be a spent arrow!!" the White Tiger Demon Lord roared, his eyes nearly splitting from rage.

Perhaps it was due to his fury over Cha Mo’s fall, or perhaps it was due to his terror at the divine might Fang Yang had displayed.

At this moment, the White Tiger Demon Lord was on the verge of madness.

Cold lightning flashed in his eyes. Standing tall, as if spanning heaven and earth, he activated the vast Soul River, splitting it into thousands of streams that shot up and down. They formed into innumerable Chains of Order, all intended to suppress Fang Yang.

...

They’d gone mad.

Utterly mad.

Fang Yang’s act of slaying Cha Mo while surrounded by enemies had thoroughly ignited the fear in the hearts of Xiao Sanxuan and Zhong Zunyang.

It wasn’t just them; even the Grand Princess of Great Xuan and the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty felt a chill crawl up their spines.

They didn’t need the White Tiger Demon Lord’s roar to tell them what to do. They instinctively understood that regardless of the outcome, if they wanted to retreat, they had to kill Fang Yang.

At the very least, they had to force him back.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable!

"ARGH..." the Seventh Prince roared. His body erupted with divine light, and the trident in his hand began to hum ceaselessly.

He thrust his weapon into the void. Purple arcs of lightning danced about as his Bian Dharma Aspect roared at the heavens, its body transforming into a massive, ancient-looking cauldron.

The Eight Domains Purple Gold Cauldron!

According to legend, the Eight Domains Purple Gold Cauldron was Saint Emperor Vast Sun’s dynasty-stabilizing Sacred Artifact. It could carry the Dao, slay enemies, and refine all things.

Now, he was using thunder and lightning to forge this legendary divine object—and he had actually succeeded in recreating it. The fact that it possessed a sliver of the original’s divine might instantly stunned the crowd.

Such a technique was simply too astonishing!

Lightning represented destruction. Only one who could perceive the sliver of life within it could possess the means to create all things on the path of the Thunder Dao.

To say nothing of the fact that the object he recreated was the Eight Domains Purple Gold Cauldron!

With a HUM, a purple-gold divine ring appeared behind the Seventh Prince.

Then, the great cauldron before him began to crackle with brilliant lightning. It gathered the thunderbolts of the nine heavens and unleashed them in a blast, seeking to completely refine the space where Fang Yang stood!

"A Kunpeng and a Golden Crow? A python-sparrow that swallows dragons can devour your two aspects just as easily." At that same moment, the Grand Princess’s dark hair whipped about as a torrent of white light surged from her body, flooding the area in every direction.

Her face showed grim determination as she decisively moved her hands.

Rosy light flared, auspicious colors swirled, and killing intent surged.

Like an empress, she drew forth an illusory and unbelievably vast Yun Dynasty from within her Python and Sparrow Dharma Aspect.

The sun and moon fell, mountains and rivers crumbled, and heaven and earth wailed in sorrow.

The phantom Yun Dynasty began to glow, more brilliant than the sun, moon, and starry rivers. It seemed capable of reflecting all of existence and contained vast runes within it, exuding a trace of an immortal aura.

The runes intertwined, appearing like one galaxy after another being born from within the Yun Dynasty.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that these vast runes were, in fact, the forms of countless ordinary citizens.

In that instant, the Yun Dynasty violently exploded, erupting with the most brilliant light imaginable. It condensed into a bronze Immortal Sword that shot forward, sending a chill through the bodies of all who witnessed it!

Su Xi’s expression changed drastically. Jiuming shot to his feet. Linghe gasped.

Under the gazes of the countless onlookers, all the young Great Saints unleashed their ultimate killing moves, dead set on suppressing and killing Fang Yang!

...

Beneath the sky, nine-colored lights collided as the multitude of killing moves arrived abruptly.

Fang Yang stood alone between heaven and earth. As he faced them all, his true features were obscured; only a pair of sharp, intimidating eyes shot out from behind the clouds and mist, their gaze suffocating.

The next moment, Fang Yang moved. His blood qi was overwhelming. He thrust out the Crimson Purple Battle Lance in his hand, causing the void to collapse. The most terrifying of great rifts and a world-ending light burst forth, sweeping across all of creation.

The battle lance struck out in all directions, unleashing endless divine light that surged upward.

This was the power of the Kunpeng Ancestor and the Lord of the Great Sun. At his level of cultivation, a single, simple strike was enough to horrify the world.

BOOM!

In an instant, it was as if heaven and earth had been destroyed, and all of creation was withering away.

The killing moves unleashed by the young Great Saints, such as the Eight Domains Purple Gold Cauldron and the bronze Immortal Sword, were all obliterated, shattering the void itself.

All the living beings who felt that fluctuation trembled, overcome with the urge to kneel in worship.

It was too terrifying.

Fang Yang was just one person, yet he had suppressed them all.

Zhong Zunyang’s face paled, Xiao Sanxuan grew panicked, and the White Tiger Demon Lord hesitated...

In the space of a breath, the prodigies were routed, unable to mount a counterattack.

To the White Tiger Demon Lord’s terrified gaze, Fang Yang shot straight toward him first.

Fang Yang struck without mercy. With a casual but world-shaking flap of his Kunpeng wings, he pierced through the void.

"AHH..."

"Run! Everyone, run! He’s already beginning to touch upon the domain of a Young Venerable!"