The celestial tribulation abruptly stopped, and the oppressive dark clouds had yet to disperse.
A man stood calmly in the void.
His eyes were closed, and both hands rested peacefully at his sides.
The sheathed Star Night clung tightly to his side, occasionally emitting a buzzing sword hum.
Once the heavenly might ceased, the previously disappeared wind reappeared, transforming into a powerful gale.
Woo woo woo...
The sound was as if lanting the fate of the thunder tribulation.
The hem of his blue robe fluttered with the wind as the man standing in mid-air seed to feel the gusts and slowly opened his eyes, asking in a deep voice:
"Are you the one who wants to kill us all?"
Hua Sheng’s body trembled incessantly.
Though both were at the Foundation Establishnt Stage, he had just entered it. How could Yang Yan exert such imnse pressure on him?!
"Yang,"
"Ancestor!"
"The Ancestor has attained Perfect Foundation Establishnt! Perfect Foundation Establishnt!!"
"The Ancestor is one of the Three Thousand Holy Bodies, what difficulty is there in passing the tribulation?! Haha, hahaha!"
"Please Ancestor, slay the evil demon here!"
"Please Ancestor, slay the evil demon here!"
"Please Ancestor, slay the evil demon here!!"
...
The disciples of the Ancient Abyss Sect were flushed with excitent, shouting angrily below.
Yang Yan quietly looked at Hua Sheng, glancing at his blood-stained sword without responding.
After a long while, he softly uttered, "Deserves to be killed."
Deserves to be killed—
These words echoed in Hua Sheng’s ears like thunder, exploding in his mind, leaving him stunned in place.
A gust of wind blew past, and that figure suddenly rose high, then rushed downward with a black storm.
"Life and Death Slaughter Sword, sword slays the evil demon!"
Yang Yan swung his sword at Hua Sheng.
Such a swift strike, how could the dazed Hua Sheng possibly react?!
Besides, with Yang Yan having completed Foundation Establishnt, the power of this sword was incomparable to before!
"No!"
Regaining his senses, Hua Sheng realized an intense danger was rapidly approaching.
He only had ti to let out a wretched scream before he was engulfed in a storm of blinding silver-white sword shadows.
Boom!
The Star Night’s tip barely made contact with his body before Hua Sheng burst like a hot air balloon.
A storm of blood blossod in the air, his death mirroring that of the grand steward perfectly!
But the victim was now Hua Sheng instead.
"Hua Sheng!"
A man in black turned his head and scread in terror, exiting the battlefield hurriedly.
"First kill Yang Yan!"
Two other n in black shouted, imdiately abandoning their assault on the grand steward, leaving a Snake Demon to hold him off, and the rest collectively charged towards Yang Yan.
"It’s Yizheng Sect’s swordsmanship! They are indeed from Yizheng Sect!"
A sharp-eyed disciple in the sword array recognized the sword techniques of the n in black.
"So what if we are, you will still die! Then no one will know our identity!"
A man in black fighting Lin Zimu and others yelled fiercely at the disciple before speeding up his attacks, eager to slay Yang Yan or perhaps worried that one of their own had already perished.
Despite their combined efforts, the Foundation Establishnt Stage great powers made it difficult for the Ancient Abyss Sect’s ten disciples and their sword array to defend.
One could say that if it weren’t for Lin Zimu leading the sword array, it would have collapsed long ago.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!"
At this mont, in the battle with Yang Yan, the three n in black exchanged a knowing glance and simultaneously launched their flying swords.
Upon the utterance of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, the three longswords turned into flowing lights entwined together, forming a mightier sword light.
That wasn’t all.
A man in black revealed a gaze full of disdain towards Yang Yan.
The thick sword light split into two, two into four...
In a short ti, it divided into ten thousand sword auras!
The sky was filled with sword shadows, waiting for their master’s order to strike down at Yang Yan!
"Yang, be careful! Every shadow of Yizheng Sect’s Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root is real. But..."
Lin Zimu anxiously tried to warn Yang Yan, only to abruptly stop speaking in the next mont.
"Performing acrobatics? It looks rather impressive."
After making this remark, Yang Yan unexpectedly charged into the sky with the Star Night in hand.
Oh heavens!
He actually... counterattacked instead of defending?!
This thought occupied everyone’s minds.
What is acrobatics?
The three n in black from Yizheng Sect didn’t understand.
But they knew Yang Yan was provoking them.
Facing their sect’s strongest technique—Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, he dared to strike first?!
"Courting death!"
"Kill him!"
"Let him die!!!"
The three shouted in unison, sending a torrent of flying swords towards Yang Yan.
"Heh."
For so reason, as the dense swarm of flying swords closed off his escape routes, Yang Yan suddenly smiled, a trace of disdain forming at the corner of his mouth.
The Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root seed formidable, though each sword’s power was only one-tenth of the original.
One-tenth might not sound impressive, but with ten thousand sword shadows, it was overwhelming to face.
But Yang Yan was seasoned through countless battles; he had seen it all and would never undertake anything without confidence!
When he charged towards the myriad sword shadows, it was rely the first step of his plan!
As the myriad sword shadows enveloped him, the space around Yang Yan blurred and beca illusory.
Watching this familiar scene unfold, the three n in black were engulfed in shock and anger.
Their hearts sank, knowing sothing was amiss!
While they were panic-stricken, trying to recall their sword shadows for protection, it was already too late!
Holding a flying sword, Yang Yan appeared above them as if out of thin air.
He chuckled gently, pronouncing each word deliberately:
"You need to unleash ten thousand sword shadows to kill , but for to kill you... heh! One sword suffices."
"Dream on, kid!"
"I suppose the thunder has scrambled your brains!"
The three were like cursing shrews in high gear, yet their hands moved swiftly, unleashing three spells with furious power at Yang Yan in a flash.
The first spell saw a man in black extracting a splash of water from mid-air, then shooting it like a released arrow straight at Yang Yan.
Just as it was about to reach him, it suddenly transford into a sharp ice arrow, aiming for Yang Yan’s left heart!
The second was a wind technique.
Dozens of wind blades, carrying a montum that could shatter even the toughest obstacles, ca slicing towards Yang Yan ferociously.
The third was a Fire Dragon, nacing with its claws and fangs, faintly accompanied by a dragon’s roar as it lunged at Yang Yan in the air.
The trio unleashed their most powerful spells, leaving everyone convinced that Yang Yan had no escape and was facing certain death.
Undeniably, the combined assault of three Foundation Establishnt cultivators was indeed overwhelming, leaving one devoid of any courage to resist.
Yet Yang Yan rely raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly regarding the oncoming attacks as nothing more than child’s play, not worth ntioning.
Such trivial spells were of no consequence to him.
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