Chapter 426 - 408: A Great Storm Is Imminent

Chapter 426: Chapter 408: A Great Storm Is Imminent

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Qingshan Villa.

A swordfish-shaped Flying Boat broke through the clouds, pierced the void, and returned from the Dream Battlefield.

In that instant, countless gazes fixed upon the Swordfish Flying Boat—and upon Jiuming, who stood on its deck.

Jiuming’s figure was slender, like a Celestial Sword piercing the void, his presence brimming with a sharp aura.

Now, he showed none of the restraint he displayed before Fang Yang, no hint of hiding his edge or feigning incompetence.

At this very moment, Jiuming strode forward, each step blossoming with sword-light, heading straight for the Mansion Master’s training grounds.

Soon, he came before Thunder Control the Great Saint, Han Wu the Sub-Venerable, Chenri the Great Saint, the Purple Sky Manor Master, and other Great Powers.

"Seniors, please take a look."

Jiuming presented a report and activated several Memory Stones.

With a low hum, a misty light projection instantly filled the area, like a dreamlike bubble, replaying the recent, world-shaking battle scene by scene.

The scene of Fang Yang unleashing his power, in particular, was heavily emphasized.

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"Next, I’m going to slaughter every last one of you," Fang Yang sneered, his aura violent and his demonic flames surging to the heavens.

"Slaughter us? You’re far too arrogant!" the White Tiger Demon Lord roared, his majestic presence alone enough to intimidate one’s very soul.

"BOOM!"

Five mountain peaks instantly materialized before Zhong Zunyang, rumbling as they moved, spewing forth ten thousand rays of divine light that shattered the void.

"WHOOSH!"

Xiao Sanxuan brandished his formation diagram, five Grotto Heavens blazing brilliantly. Flame Spirits like the Vermilion Bird and the Bifang seemed to resurrect from the river of time, carrying infernos that threatened to incinerate the heavens and earth.

"AHHH!"

The Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty roared in fury. His Bian Dharma Aspect howled at the sky, transforming into the Eight Domains Purple Gold Cauldron. The cauldron shook the firmament as a sliver of its energy, wrapped in the lightning of the nine heavens, descended in a destructive torrent.

"RUMBLE!"

The Great Xuan’s Eldest Princess moved her hands, radiant light flashing and brilliant colors swirling around her. From within her Python and Sparrow Dharma Aspect, a prosperous Yun Dynasty—seemingly imbued with a trace of immortal Dao rhythm—materialized and descended with suppressive force.

Within the watery light projection, every one of the young Great Saints, utterly enraged by Fang Yang, attacked in unison, determined to kill him and wash away their humiliation!

But...

The final result, however, was Fang Yang facing them all, plowing through them all, and slaughtering his enemies. Those who didn’t die fled, leaving behind a scene of desolate silence.

BANG—

High in the void, divine light shone resplendently, cascading down like a vast, silver waterfall.

Fang Yang stood alone, wreathed in starlight, his black hair flying as he appeared like a demon god descending upon the world.

In one hand, he held the Crimson Purple Battle Lance, which had pierced the White Tiger Demon Lord’s brow, pinning him dead in the void.

Streams of utterly pure White Tiger blood ran down the spear’s shaft, a shocking sight that lent the battle lance a strange, terrible beauty.

While in the same realm of young Great Saints, he had charged in alone, defying the heavens to slaughter a host of heroes. He had butchered one young Great Saint after another, and even killed the White Tiger Demon Lord, a fellow master of his own lineage.

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In that instant, the group of Great Saints seemed to turn to stone.

They all stared blankly for a moment, as if time itself had forgotten to move.

This scene brought a secret sense of pleasure to Jiuming, who stood in the corner.

’To make these well-traveled, world-weary Great Saints lose their composure, even for a moment... I suppose only the ’Monarch’ could achieve that, right?’

Jiuming glanced at them before quickly looking away.

He secretly decided he absolutely had to tell Monarch Fang Yang about this scene.

"Jiuming, you have worked hard. Go back and rest for now," the Purple Sky Manor Master said with a dry cough.

At that, Jiuming’s heart sank.

An invisible force was pushing him forward, urging him to leave the area.

After Jiuming had left, the hall immediately erupted into a clamor of discussion.

"It’s unimaginable. Fang Yang actually managed to kill a whole group of young Great Saints."

"Indeed. If I recall correctly, he’s only thirty this year, isn’t he? With achievements like these, even a resurrected Eternal Life Daoist Venerable would be no more impressive."

"No need to overthink it. Right now, we’re the ones with the upper hand! Hahaha, well done!"

"Congratulations, Brother Han Wu, on gaining such a fine son-in-law. Congratulations, indeed..."

Several Great Saints were discussing this in private, cupping their hands in congratulation.

They had originally thought that, facing the allied army from the many Venerable-led factions, their own four-pronged army could only assume a defensive posture.

They never expected Fang Yang to emerge out of nowhere and give them such a massive, pleasant surprise.

"Profound, yet restrained," the Purple Sky Manor Master said, his eyes filled with admiration. "To think, he actually waited for the Great Xuan’s Eldest Princess to arrive before erupting and carrying out his grand purge. That level of patience and cunning is truly top-tier."

A smile graced Thunder Control the Great Saint’s lovely face. "He is indeed formidable, but what shocks me even more is how he managed to break into Tier Five Peak at his age, and even successfully manifested two Dharma Aspects from a single aperture. Such a feat is astounding. At his age, I was still inferior to him."

Titles like Thunder Control, Changsheng, and Vast Sea are all related to Venerables, containing a unique destiny that is profound and mysterious.

The current Thunder Control the Great Saint was a woman named Bai Jidao.

The very fact that she had clawed her way to the top past countless competitors was a testament to her excellence.

Even Han Wu the Sub-Venerable, in his prime, could not completely overshadow her brilliance.

And now, for her to personally admit that she was inferior to Fang Yang at the same age—what a world-shocking, terrifying revelation was that?

Once word of this got out, it would undoubtedly set off another massive storm!

"Two aspects from one aperture, the Kunpeng Ancestor, the master of the Golden Crow..." On the other side, Chenri the Great Saint, despite his happiness, had grown somewhat silent.

A long time ago, Thunder Control the Great Saint had asked him: if Fang Yang really was a Great Sun Golden Crow, how should his disciple, Yu Zither Immortal, interact with Fang Yang?

After all, the Fusang Divine Tree and the Great Sun Golden Crow were interdependent and deeply connected; their paths on the Great Dao could even reflect and illuminate one another.

At the time, Chenri the Great Saint had simply shaken his head, believing it impossible for Fang Yang to be both the Kunpeng Ancestor and the master of the Golden Crow.