Chapter 1523: Who Do You Think You Are?

Chapter 1523: Chapter 1523: Who Do You Think You Are?

Yang Yan’s expression was stern, one hand holding a blood-dripping World-Ending Demon Spear, the other holding a Bloodthirsty Mad Saber engulfed in blood qi, his figure transformed into a streak of light, swiftly rushing forward.

In his eyes, the intent to kill was overwhelming, his whole being like an unsheathed sharp blade, as if capable of tearing apart everything.

Yang Yan did not know the identity of the invaders.

However, he would never forget the tragedy that occurred on the Wandering Dragon Star.

He would not allow the tragedy of Wandering Dragon Star to repeat on his home Earth.

Before him, the void cracked piece by piece, and the Qiankun Shifting Talisman flew out like lightning from Yang Yan’s storage space, shattering instantly.

Buzz—

The space trembled violently, forcibly torn open by a space passage, Yang Yan did not hesitate for a moment, stepping into it.

At this time, the battle in the starry sky was extremely fierce, with cultivators constantly shedding blood.

"How dare you foreign tribes murder my human cultivators?"

Yang Yan’s voice exploded like thunder, sweeping through with an undeniable oppressive force.

In an instant, a temporary silence fell over both battling sides.

This voice spread throughout the starry sky, also clearly heard by the observing Great Powers in the shadows.

"The chaotic times of the human race, we act on behalf of the Heavenly Dao to exterminate it, what error is there?"

A Mo Lin tribe cultivator from that continent suddenly shouted.

In an instant, the cultivators from Wandering Dragon Star and Earth were suddenly moved, their gazes turning blood-red as they stared at the opposite side.

Yang Yan’s eyes flashed with coldness, snorting disdainfully, the roaring sound echoed fiercely, forcibly scattering the formless sword qi transformed from the opponent’s voice.

Simultaneously, phantom planets surrounded Yang Yan.

Yang Yan’s right hand gently moved, a streak of white light seemed to flash by, unnoticed by everyone.

With one step forward, Yang Yan directly approached the center of the battlefield, heading toward that vast Mo Lin tribe continent.

Yang Yan held the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber, behind him emerged waves of scarlet weapons, emanating earth-shaking murderous intent.

This murderous intent was gained by Yang Yan from slaying millions of cultivators in the Land of Slaughter.

Moreover, due to the endless slaughter, Yang Yan had already grasped a hint of the Dao rule concerning slaughter.

At this moment, the slaughter rule surged madly in the blood-colored mist behind Yang Yan, brewing terrifying power.

From a distance, Yang Yan appeared as a blood-soaked Asura walking out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The Mo Lin tribe elder opposite him was slightly moved.

Who could have anticipated that this seemingly very young human youth had comprehended such frightening rules.

The acquisition of this rule has no shortcuts, only through endless slaughter can one have a slightest chance to comprehend it.

It is said that the destructive power it releases is sufficient to rival the supreme laws of time and space.

The elder’s face twisted, a hint of bloodlust appeared in his eyes.

"Mo, go kill him for me, seize his body, and turn him into a puppet! Fu Xi and others, we will hold them back."

Suddenly from the shadows behind the elder, a man dressed in black robes with a pale face stepped out.

The man raised his pale face to look at Yang Yan, bloodlust glowed in his eyes, revealing a cold smile: "Such a genius is indeed qualified to be turned into my puppet."

Yang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, stepping toward the opponent’s battle formation.

Boom—

With such a casual step, tens of thousands of Mo Lin tribe cultivators felt an overwhelming murderous intent pressing upon them, eroding their spirits.

Everyone’s expressions changed abruptly, simultaneously retreating a step in instinct.

They had no choice but to retreat.

Yang Yan merely stepped forward one step, yet they saw a vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Just that step caused several to lose themselves in the boundless slaughter.

To those tens of thousands of cultivators, it seemed that the present Yang Yan was not just a cultivator, but more like a god of slaughter from ancient times, traversing the river of time, blood-soaked, with a terrifying aura of burying immortals and slaying gods.

Yang Yan immediately locked on to the pale-faced man.

The man gave Yang Yan a strange look, his figure moved, flying toward where the Void-Devouring Tiger and others were.

At that moment, the Void-Devouring Tiger let out a painful roar, like a kite with its string cut, flying backward into the battlefield.

However, the man, having successfully struck, showed no intention of stopping, instead grabbing in midair, fiercely seizing the Void-Devouring Tiger’s body as it hung in mid-air.

Spiritual power transformed into sharp blades, scraping away the flesh of the Void-Devouring Tiger.

"Mo Lin tribe, you deserve to die."

Yang Yan let out an angry roar, his eyes overflowing with murderous intent, almost materializing as it rushed toward the man.

He stomped his right foot sharply, seeing the void beneath him turn into a black hole.

A massive suction force swept across, catching many Mo Lin tribe cultivators off guard, instantly pulling them in, leaving no remains.

Yang Yan simultaneously flew toward the man, raising his right hand, using all his power.

The surrounding planets seemed to transform into reality, and Yang Yan’s angry growl echoed from his mouth.

The void before Yang Yan rippled with layers upon layers.

Yang Yan’s palm descended, the planets surrounding him instantly left their original orbit, howling toward Mo.

Mo’s lips curled into a strange smile.

Immediately, his eyes sharpened, his hand suddenly exerting force, attempting to destroy the body of the Void-Devouring Tiger.

Yang Yan gritted his teeth, close to splitting.

A deafening boom, the space beside Mo suddenly shattered, the World-Ending Demon Spear flew out from within.

Mo’s expression changed slightly, hurriedly releasing the Void-Devouring Tiger, his form vanished into thin air, instant teleportation darting to the side.

This was precisely the World-Ending Demon Spear Yang Yan had inserted into the battlefield upon first arrival.

Originally intended as an opportunity to eliminate some unstable elements, never expecting this man to be so vigilant, even capturing the Void-Devouring Tiger, forcing Yang Yan to reveal his trump card, the World-Ending Demon Spear.

Under Yang Yan’s control, the World-Ending Demon Spear did not continue pursuing the man named Mo, but after forcing him back, it carried the Void-Devouring Tiger to a safe place.

At this moment, Mo’s form flickered several times rapidly, appearing in the sky within fifty meters of Yang Yan.

He studied Yang Yan intently, then suddenly smiled strangely: "So you are Yang Yan, huh? Worthy of being the hope of the human race’s new generation, impressive skills."

"I once predicted the heavenly secrets of this battle, yet did not expect the biggest variable in this battle wasn’t Fu Xi and others, but rather in your hands as merely a Void Realm cultivator."

"Now that we meet, it is well an opportunity for me to witness, what ability do you have to change the course of this battle."

Yang Yan raised an eyebrow: "Who do you think you are, daring to attempt to kill me?"

The World-Ending Demon Spear returned to his hand, Yang Yan holding the spear like a War God descending from heaven, his gaze icy as he watched Mo.

The opponent hadn’t even reacted yet, he suddenly stepped forward.