Published: March 8, 2025
Everyone was somewhat stunned and confused.
Chu Yang's lord-level cultivation had been confirmed by Master Law Sovereign before. Now, suddenly becoming the saint of swords, this acceleration was indeed a bit incredible.
It wasn't surprising to misjudge oneself; could it be that Master Law Sovereign could be mistaken too?
At this moment, the voice of Ye Se came through: "You have hidden your strength for so long, what is the reason?"
Everyone immediately became alert: This Chu Yang was so patient; his ambitions must be great!
Chu Yang smiled faintly and said, "I have hidden my strength to kill some people who are kept in the dark by me at times like this! Ye Se, you brought hundreds of people here, and yet you still blame me for hiding my strength? How old are you?"
Ye Se's face flushed, about to speak, but heard Chu Yang say, "You must be a few thousand years old by now, right? Logically speaking, even if you haven't gained any experience, you should have common sense. To ask such a question during a life-and-death battle between two armies, I have to say, your thousands of years of supreme cultivation and your age have gone to the dogs! You all clearly want to kill me, and I should reveal my strength in front of you? Truly ridiculous!"
The door opened, and apart from Meng Chaoran and Mo Qingwu, who stayed behind as per the plan, everyone else stepped out.
Wu Qianqian, Mo Lei Er, and Chu Le'er, three female generals!
Two in black as ink, one in white as snow.
After staying with Zixie Qing for so long, Chu Le'er indeed developed a fondness for white clothes. She disregarded all the colorful clothes that Chu Yang had bought for her.
This left Chu Yang, the elder brother, somewhat exasperated and helpless.
Now, from the original thirty saint level ninth rank experts on the opposing side, only eighteen remained. Meanwhile, it seemed that Chu Yang had only 'lost' Rui Butong...
Ye Se nodded fiercely, his eyes revealing a fierce light: "Well, well, what a sharp tongue. Chu Yang, too bad, regardless of whether you are lord-level first rank or saint of swords! Today, you cannot escape death!"
With a wave of his hand, he shouted: "Go! Capture these few people, regardless of life or death!"
At his command, eighteen saint level ninth rank experts charged forward simultaneously.
While Chu Yang was speaking, he casually paced around, mocking as much as possible, but he had inconspicuously closed several steps in. He had already deviated from his original distance and direction. At this moment, seeing the enemy charge, he spun around cleanly...
Everyone thought he was about to flee when Chu Yang's figure transformed like a ghost, shifting several times, and then turned into a mass of shadow.
A chilling sword aura suddenly exploded in the air.
The position was right next to Shi Tianzhao.
The members of the Stone Family immediately felt something was wrong, but it was already too late.
Shi Tianzhao, who had been standing very far away, only responsible for directing the battle, was surprisingly the first one targeted by Chu Yang. When the sword light flickered before his eyes, the distance from the sword light behind Chu Yang was only five zhang, while the space between Chu Yang and him was less than four zhang!
Shi Tianzhao did not expect that he had chosen the safest position, yet the enemy chose him first. In shock, he flipped over and tried to escape.
He didn't even dare to defend himself.
If he had fully defended himself, although he wouldn't be Chu Yang's opponent, he could at least delay a bit and not die so easily. Yet he turned and ran, trying to rely on the Stone Family's legendary techniques to save his life.
What he didn't know was that this king of hell, Chu Yang, took great pride in his agility! Moreover, he was completely aware of the Stone Family's unique skills. The sword light flickered, directly standing in his path. He shouted loudly: "The palm of the heart, the bones as high as mountains!"
With a loud bang, the sword light exploded, dazzlingly transforming into a massive hand that clutched Shi Tianzhao, whose face was filled with panic.