Chapter 2050: The Slaughter

Chapter 2050: The Slaughter

Yan Dongyang and Ling He frowned. All of them were not enough?

“Be careful,” someone reminded them. The Yin Yang pattern that floated above their heads felt extremely dangerous.

Psst… There was a sharp and terrifying sound. The destructive current of the Great Path from the Yin Yang pattern attacked downward, keeping everyone in its grip. Yan Dongyang and Ling He were also caught up in the attack.

Having felt that terrifying current of destruction, both of them released the Divine Wheel of Great Path. At the same time, there were also divine items that were blooming with brilliant radiance.

Yan Dongyang seemed to be wrapped up in the form of the true dragon as a gigantic shadow of the dragon appeared. The falling currents of destruction were attacking it, making terrible sounds. Yan Dongyang found that the shadow of the dragon could not resist the coming attacks. An armor of golden dragon scale gradually attached itself to his body, which made him appeared fierce and terrifying. His eyes were frightening to behold. When he first fought Ye Futian at Wangshen Watchtower, he didn’t have an accurate sense of his power. It wasn’t until much later that he realized Ye Futian had been hiding his true strength all along.

Now he knew clearly that he and Ye Futian were hardly at the same level, and that his opponent’s combat effectiveness was at a totally different realm.

Ling He fared no better as he was busy fighting off the destructive currents of swordsmanship that fell from the void.

By this time, other cultivators were taking actions as well. The three cultivators of the Eighth Realm unleashed the terrible power of the Great Path at the same time. Thousands of spear shadows appeared, and countless afterimages appeared in this part of the space. Lingxi Spear bloomed once again, and penetrated the void in a single strike. In another direction, a Lingxiao Pagoda appeared on the mountain top above Ye Futian’s head; it was the Divine Wheel of Great Path from one of the cultivators of the Eighth Realm. The light of the Divine Wheel came crashing down. It flattened everything in its path and kept Ye Futian in place. Behind Ye Futian, a sacred giant dragon appeared, and the roar from the Song of the Yang Dragon shattered mountains and rivers. The sky and earth seemed to come apart as waves of sonic attacks swept through the area, directly attacking the spiritual soul. The sharp claws of the massive true dragon slammed down and torn apart that corner of the sky.

Ye Futian was attacked at the same time by three powerful cultivators of the Eighth Realm. That space of the Great Path was about to burst and shatter; there was simply no room to hide.

Yan Dongyang and Ling He stared in that direction. Could Ye Futian survive such a choreographed attack?

The storm of destruction came with a vengeance. Both the spiritual soul and the physical body were crushed by the terrifying Great Path, it seemed completely unstoppable.

The starry storm that surrounded Ye Futian was broken up and destroyed. Although the attack of the swordsmanship was quite strong, it could not affect the blow from the opposing three cultivators. Life and death were only in a matter of instant.

At this moment, an extreme chill swept out, and shutdown the space with ice. This slowed down all three cultivators’ attack speed, and time seemed to come to a stop. At the same time, a terrifying sacred radiance bloomed from Ye Futian. This sacred radiance contained the might of the Great Path, which meld into Ye Futian’s body as well as his Fighting Will. All three cultivators of the Eighth Realm felt a supreme pressure of might, as if this coercion was coming from an even higher level of existence.

This moment seemed endless. Their attack could have arrived in an instant, but everything seemed to have slowed down. The attack that could have accomplished in an instant was delayed and did not fall as expected. However, they saw the divine light that lingered upon Ye Futian. The Fighting Will of the long spear swept out and destroyed all power of the Great Path.

Ye Futian’s body moved, and man and spear became one. When the spear was piercing forward, that cultivator of the Eighth Realm from Lingxiao Palace only felt that the Great Path madly collapsing and shattering. It seemed that it was not Ye Futian he was facing, but some descendant of the gods who would not be denied.

As the shadow of the spear passed through, the crowd saw countless golden fragments appeared in the wake of the spear, and that everything had turned into dust.

Time seemed to stand still, and all the cultivators looked at that cultivator of the Eighth Realm from Lingxiao Palace. He stood there, motionless, with golden divine light surrounding his body, like a statue.

In the next moment, that statue-like figure shattered into nothingness, turned into a cloud of golden dust and disappeared.

A cultivator of the Eighth Realm, obliterated just like that.

Everyone else’s face changed when they witness what had taken place. Not only that, but they also saw a magnificent imperial glory emitted from Ye Futian’s body. It shot straight into the heavens. The imperial glory had been integrated into the Fighting Will of the spear, and made that Fighting Will a reality, materialized into terrifying aurora of the spear.

“How is this possible?” Ling He stared at Ye Futian, unable to believe what he was seeing before his eyes. Wasn’t Ye Futian the chosen heir of Eastern Deity Island? How could he possess such terrifying power?

Was that the imperial glory on his body?

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How could he embody the Will of the Great Emperor?

Was he really no more than just the chosen heir of Eastern Deity Island?

Yan Dongyang’s expression was equally comical. His eyes were glued on the scene playing out in front of him as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A powerful existence of the Eight Realm had just perished like that, felled with a single strike of the spear.

Ye Futian paid no attention to any of them. The spear in his hand pointed forward, and the Imperial glory on his body rushed straight into the sky. It was as if directly integrated into the Yin Yang pattern so that the falling light of catastrophe also became golden.

“Watch out!” people exclaimed as the light of catastrophe fell. A cultivator of the Seventh Realm was torn apart instantly. His body shattered into nothingness.

The expression of the other cultivators changed drastically. Except for the two cultivators of the Eighth Realm, the rest of the people were retreating, releasing a terrifying current of the Great Path. However, Ye Futian was suspended in mid-air, and the Yin Yang pattern kept expanding. The falling Ying Yang light of catastrophe shattered and destroyed the Great Path. Under the light of catastrophe, all the cultivators were also shattered into nothingness.

The screams continued. Except for the two cultivators of the Eighth Realm, no one else was able to resist this catastrophic light of destruction. Of course, Yan Dongyang and Ling He were still alive, but it was not because they had the ability to resist. They were still breathing because Ye Futian was not in a rush to kill them.

At this moment, Ye Futian moved toward the two cultivators of the Eighth Realm. When the light of catastrophe came down, the two cultivators resisted with all their might. When they saw Ye Futian was coming toward them, their faces paled.

Buzz! The Yin Yang pattern directly shone on a cultivator of the Eight Realm. As the two extreme powers of the moon and the sun descended, accompanied by an infinite catastrophic light of swordsmanship, that cultivator of the Eight Realm released the Lingxiao Pagoda on his body to the extreme to resist the attack. However, Ye Futian disappeared from where he stood in an instant.

The long spear blast upon the Lingxiao Pagoda with a loud bang. Under the overwhelming Fighting Will, the Pagoda of the Divine Wheel shattered and was destroyed. The light of catastrophe descended as that cultivator of the Eighth Realm screamed. But in the next moment, a long spear passed through his skull and ended his life.

“Who are you?” the remaining cultivator of the Eighth Realm from the ancient royal family of Yan asked Ye Futian as his eyes fixed upon him.

“The one who killed you.” As soon as Ye Futian’s voice faded away, the spear was unleashed. As the terrifying spear blasted on the sacred dragon, and cracks continued to appear on its body. At the same time, the light of catastrophe fell, tearing the dragon apart and rushed into their defenses. There was another scream as the Yin Yang Catastrophe came down upon them. The body of the other shattered little by little, until it turned to dust.

In a blink of an eye, an extremely powerful army of Renhuang was reduced to just Yan Dongyang and Ling He, who were still alive. All the others had perished.

Ye Futian turned to face Yan Dongyang and Ling He. Finally, there was a strong sense of fear and dread in their eyes. Ling He looked at Ye Futian and said, “You can’t kill us!”

“You were killed by a demonic beast. How does that have anything to do with me?” Ye Futian responded coldly.

“No…” Ling He replied, “If we die here, everyone will know it’s your doing. The Yan Kingdom, Lingxiao Palace, and even the Domain Chief’s Manor will not let you off the hook.”

“When you were after me, didn’t you ever consider the consequences?” The Fighting Will puffed out of the spear that was in Ye Futian’s hand. Its murderous intent was burning hot. He had killed so many by this time that there was no difference if he killed these two or not.

Ling He glanced in the direction where those people had disappeared and seemed to realize that Ye Futian no longer had any recourse. He said, “There is still a chance. As long as you let us go, all the grievances will be forgiven. The Yan Kingdom and Lingxiao Palace will no longer pursue the matter. What say you?”

Pah… The response was a strike from Ye Futian’s spear, piercing his throat. Ling He stared at the man in front of him, an extremely painful expression in his eyes. He couldn’t believe this was true, that he would be killed just like this.

The spear spun slightly, and Ling He’s body immediately shattered and turned to dust. It was as if he had never existed in the first place.

Yan Dongyang’s eyes fixed on Ye Futian, and a great sense of fear struck him. He seemed to have a premonition of his fate.

Ling He had been exterminated and the other would not let him get away with it; he had no escape.

“You will be with us soon enough,” Yan Dongyang said to Ye Futian. His tone was extremely confident. It was as if he had foreseen the end of Ye Futian.

“You won’t see it anyway,” Ye Futian replied. As his voice faded, the light of catastrophe fell. Under that light of catastrophe, Yan Dongyang uttered a terrible cry as his body was torn apart, turning little by little into nothingness.

All the cultivators had been killed!

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