"If that’s all, then you can die!"
Peng Yu looked indifferently at Chi Zhonglin and the other, the endless will of Fist Intent reverberating through the sky.
"Tribulation!"
Peng Yu’s hands moved like a storm, with a slight twist, his entire being seed like a massive tornado, causing the airflow in Black Wind Valley to explode in shock. Thunderclouds gathered above his head, as if the world-ending thunder tribulation was about to destroy the entire earth.
With eyes cold as a ghost’s stare, the surging Qi-Blood stirred the sky, even dyeing the thunderclouds overhead a deep red.
Rumble!
The roaring Fist Intent surged, raising a storm that swept the heavens, making the void howl like torn fabric.
"This punch..."
Chi Zhonglin on the ground was utterly shocked, a sense of deathly fear erupted in his heart. Despite both being in the Life and Death Realm, why was there such a vast difference?
"This punch is still far from enough."
At this mont, a clear voice suddenly echoed.
Whether it was the shock of Fist Intent, the howling of the wind, or even the rumbling of thunder, all were suddenly overshadowed.
For a mont, heaven and earth fell silent, only a detached voice echoed through the sky.
"Dare to bully my senior brother, I’ll cut you down."
Zhong Lin roared, as his left arm trembled suddenly, swinging forward, a dark radiance carried a piercing black light, abruptly erupting.
The sound of the blade roared like thousands of thunders, the cold, ruthless killing intent instantly enveloped all of Black Wind Valley. Amid the tumult of wind and thunder, it seed as if a giant dragon was soaring to the sky.
Heading straight for the thunderous ocean Peng Yu was stirring.
This blade seed to have no change, no tricks.
But in reality, the angle, timing, power, and speed of its release all flowed through Zhong Lin’s mind.
If it didn’t strike, it wasn’t released; once released, it never missed.
As this blade struck, Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie, standing behind Zhong Lin, watched the dark blade light, swift as lightning, yet disappearing in an instant, like the understated sunlight, leaving no trace and reaching the utmost speed.
The Sword Intent ravaged forth, forming a line, reaching an extre point.
With the Sword Intent condensed into a bundle, the endless killing intent carried by the Demon-shattering Blade converged to a single point, piercing the heavens, the peerless Sword Intent slashing horizontally above Peng Yu’s head.
Zhong Lin mainly trained in Boxing Skill and Sword Dao, but it didn’t an he didn’t understand blades. On the contrary, with the System Panel’s assistance, his Blade Dao was stronger than many who primarily cultivated the blade.
Now, possessing the King’s Weapon, Demon-shattering Blade.
Perhaps sensing Zhong Lin’s unparalleled wrath and killing intent, the Demon-shattering Blade at this mont was instantly refined, releasing the true majesty expected of a King’s Weapon.
In the hazy chaos, a blade light shone brighter and brighter.
Clang!
Peng Yu punched, looking nonchalantly at Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie struggling to death under his fist; the next mont an unimaginably powerful blade aura suddenly pressed down.
The tribulation cloud his fist stirred couldn’t last even a mont, cut through cleanly, the unparalleled pressure seemingly the entire heavens pressed upon his head.
"This... this is impossible, you’re rely at the Yin Yang Realm, this is impossible."
Peng Yu’s face was filled with shock, witnessing the terrifying blade that pierced through the heavens to dominate, it shocked his very soul.
The blade light approached, killing intent boiling.
Peng Yu had no ti to react, that relentless kill-intent-laden blade descended with a crash.
From the void, there ca a hundredfold, thousandfold, ten thousandfold desperate cries and wails, everything collapsing.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! I am Heaven’s favored one, I am the true disciple of the Battle Heaven Sacred Land, I will not die, burn everything of mine, transform into..."
Peng Yu let out a roar of unwillingness.
Boom!
His frenzied roar was abruptly halted, his body exploded in the air, turning into scattered dust.
Zhong Lin’s domineering figure also fell from the sky, breath weak to the extre, the recent blade almost drained him completely; although the King’s Weapon was powerful, it was not sothing a small Life and Death Realm cultivator could wield.
"Little junior brother..."
Chi Zhonglin was utterly shaken, always thought he was the one protecting his little junior brother, but in the end, it was his little junior brother protecting him.
Bian Yingjie also stared at Zhong Lin, dumbfounded, he thought he already looked highly upon him, yet he didn’t realize that a mortal’s vision was always mortal, unable to comprehend what true heaven’s favored one was.
This terrifying figure who could kill him with a single punch was cut down by Zhong Lin with a single blade, although the King’s Weapon played a role, it still left him in shock.
Zhong Lin took out an Elixir, swallowed it, restoring much of the previously depleted Golden Core in an instant, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head sharply back.
Chi Zhonglin seed to sense sothing.
"Peng Yu, my disciple!!!"
A voice filled with endless killing intent and fury suddenly rang out, followed by a terrifying aura spreading from afar.
"Who killed my disciple Peng Yu, who???"
That voice shook the sky, laden with the deepest killing intent and fury.
Just a single voice made the void vibrate, causing heaven and earth to grow dim and colorless.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
All three of their faces turned pale, sensing their Spiritual Origin vibrate, Qi-Blood boiling, involuntarily spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Knowing this was rely a voice.
"It... it’s the God Desolate King of the Battle Heaven Sacred Land."
Bian Yingjie’s face was ashen, eyes full of despair as he tremulously uttered the na of God Desolate King.
Battle Heaven Sacred Land had five Sealing King Strong People.
God Desolate King, Savage Desolate King, Primordial Desolate King, Holy Desolate King, Fierce Desolation King.
Each one a peerless powerhouse renowned throughout the Eastern Desolate, leaving their mark in the Qingyuan World.
"It’s over, a Sealing King Strong Person is descending, it’s truly over."
Bian Yingjie collapsed on the ground in despair, face filled with deathly gray.
Even if a Nirvana Realm powerhouse appeared, he would charge forward wielding his blade fearlessly, even if not a match, he would disgust him just a bit.
But facing a Sealing King Strong Person, Bian Yingjie’s heart could not muster any thought of resistance.
Chi Zhonglin also had a pale face, no better than Bian Yingjie. With his master present, he understood more about the horror of Sealing King Strong People. Though he barely remained standing, it was only to maintain the dignity of Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, inwardly he was devoid of any courage to resist.
Zhong Lin slowly stood up, facing the east, with an arrogant expression: "I killed him, so what can you do to ?"
His voice resonated for miles, conversing with that unknown Divine Thought in the void, his tone detached, without the slightest fear.
"Good! Good! Good!"
The God Desolate King uttered three consecutive ’good’, his formidable thoughts shaking the void, his speed even faster.
"Old thing, I killed your disciple like slaughtering a dog, co kill if you have the ability!"
With that, he leaped into the already collapsing Yin Evil Secret Realm, instantly engulfed by the chaotic void.
"Senior brother, run fast."
A faint voice transmitted into Chi Zhonglin’s ear, along with that last gaze.
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