Below, however, an abrupt silence fell. Even a blind man could sense it—Saan, when enraged, showed no outward signs, yet the power he radiated, a force capable of shaking heaven and earth, was palpable to all.
Yang Hao didn’t know Saan’s identity, but he clearly understood what those twelve wings behind Saan’s back represented. They were like a dragon’s inviolable scales—symbols of dignity, honor, and untouchable glory.
Dark angels resemble humans in appearance, yet they are more handsome, dignified, and possess superior wisdom. This is because the Creator modeled humans after the form of angels. One could say angels are the Creator’s most magnificent creation, irreplaceable by any other being. This isn’t only about appearance—it’s also about the power hidden within their bodies.
Throughout an endless expanse of time, one dark angel fell into darkness. During the relentless pursuit and persecution by his former angel kin, he gradually accumulated strength, pulling more and more angels into the abyss of darkness with him. Eventually, the dark angels rose to stand alongside angels among the divine races, even showing signs of surpassing them.
Across countless eons, dark angels became synonymous with devils. No matter how many wings a dark angel possessed, all knew of the first to fall into darkness. Yet no one dared utter his name directly—they only referred to him as the King.
Among so many dark angels, all knew the King was the sole being in the universe possessing twelve black wings. That was an unattainable level. Wherever the King flew, the land belonged to him. The skies he stood in, only he could dominate. Even dragons and the gods of the Shan race dared not provoke the King of the Dark Angels recklessly.
This King, a legendary figure even among the divine races, the twelve-winged dark angel Saan, now stood before Yang Hao, listening to the other’s claim that he wanted to roast and eat those wings symbolizing his very being.
Saan smiled. It was perhaps the most inconceivable smile in the world. Yang Hao would rather endure tens of thousands of volts of lightning striking his body than witness this smile. For that smile could instantly plunge a person into a freezing abyss, seemingly freezing every drop of blood in his body. Just moments ago, Yang Hao had been immersed in a passionate summer, but with this one smile from Saan, he was plunged into the depths of winter.
“If you seek battle, then let there be battle,” Saan nodded, and suddenly a silver-white radiance erupted from behind him. This light was as if thousands of moons had exploded simultaneously, dazzling beyond measure.
Within that brilliance, Saan’s twelve black wings rapidly unfurled and expanded into boundless silver-white feathers. Legends told that although the King of the Dark Angels had fallen into darkness, he still carried the power of light within his body. Seeing those instantly unfolding radiant wings, it became clear that the legend was no mere tale.
Witnessing Saan unleash his hidden wings, everyone among the demon race, except for Cardiss Dragon, knelt on one knee, showing respect for this peerless warrior. Even the gods of the light side dared not look directly, for despite being on opposing sides, reverence for power was universal.
Even Yun Shang, despite his lofty status, had to close his eyes. Though others might not know Saan’s true strength, he and the Black Dragon understood it best. Long ago, Yun Shang had once conversed with the Black Dragon. Yun asked what would happen if he opposed the dragons. The Black Dragon replied that it could perish together with Yun Shang, but Yun’s descendants would inevitably be devoured by other dragons.
Yun then asked what would happen if Saan opposed the dragons. Though the Black Dragon was extremely proud, it still paused before answering, “I’d rather devour my own young than make that guy my enemy.”
From this, one can see that although both belonged to the upper divine races, Saan’s power had already reached a level capable of deterring others. This power wasn’t unattainable for dragons, but it was shaped by Saan’s unique experiences. A dragon’s life is nothing but killing and devouring; they rarely encounter true adversaries. But Saan was different. He had grown from a weak god, constantly pursued and hunted by his own kind. Across endless time, he lived a life worse than death. His white wings were broken again and again, gradually turning from white to blood-soaked red, then to the gray of despair, until finally becoming eternally black. Saan was a warrior forged from corpses. More than his combat skills, it was the chilling aura of slaughter surrounding him that alone was enough to drive others away.
Right now, Yang Hao was feeling that killing intent. He was nearly crushed to death by this icy pressure. If not for having swallowed all the spring potions at once, which caused a surge of energy circulating through his meridians, he would have long turned into an ice sculpture.
Yet Yang Hao didn’t retreat—he never even considered it. With a shake of his hands, three flying swords leapt from their sheaths, circling around him. He grabbed the Flame Sword and glared fiercely at Saan.
The King of the Dark Angels said calmly, “So you’ve wanted to die from the start. Why? For your master?”
“That’s none of your business!” Yang Hao roared in fury.
“Foolish! Dying for an old man? Coward!” Saan almost spat in contempt.
“I’m not a coward!” Provoked, Yang Hao flew into a rage. Sword in hand, he charged straight at Saan. In his fury, he abandoned all technique, only rushing forward recklessly.
Yet how could such tactics, such strength, even shake Saan in the slightest? Yang Hao couldn’t even approach him. A bolt of lightning flew from Saan’s wings, striking Yang Hao in an instant, sending him flying far away, his body instantly emitting a burnt stench.
Saan was known as the god of storms, capable of concentrating all the lightning in the world and launching it at a single target. Killing Yang Hao would have been effortless, yet like a cat toying with a mouse, he refrained from delivering a fatal blow.
“Aren’t you supposed to be mighty? Aren’t you supposed to be the savior?” Saan sneered. “Is this all you’re capable of?”
Flung far away, Yang Hao didn’t fall but stood back up, driven by inner fury. Knowing full well the vast gap in their strengths, he still had no thought of giving up. Perhaps for him, this was the last chance to prove the worth of the Dual Cultivation Sect of Alchemy and Sword.
He simply swallowed all the pills from his alchemy pouch at once—though each pill had different properties, all could enhance his power.
However, no matter how much Yang Hao increased his strength, to Saan it was still just child’s play. He was practically losing interest in this game. Raising his wrist, he pointed at Yang Hao. “Let me show you the true power of the storm controlled by the dark angels.”
Heaven’s Wrath Lightning!
With Saan’s words, hundreds of serpentine lightning bolts rapidly emerged from the clouds in all directions, converging into his palm. Finally, they coalesced into a torrent of lightning emitting dazzling brilliance, hurtling straight toward Yang Hao.
“It’s over!” Yun Shang panicked internally, yet could do nothing. From the moment Yang Hao challenged Saan, he had predicted the outcome, but never imagined the battle would be so one-sided. Saan hadn’t held back even slightly.
Heaven’s Wrath Lightning was a supreme technique of the dark angels. When used, it summoned the power of storms hidden within the clouds, converging them into a single target. If calculated by human standards, the energy released in such a storm equaled a hundred thousand peta units—nearly equivalent to a nuclear weapon launch, capable of instantly sending a battleship into another dimension.
Such immense power—not even Yang Hao, let alone an average person, could withstand it. Even a mid-tier divine race member would suffer severe injuries. Given Yang Hao’s current strength, being struck by Heaven’s Wrath Lightning meant only one thing: being completely incinerated and reduced to ashes, vanishing forever from the divine realm.
Yang Hao was just an ordinary human, without the divine race’s natural gifts, without the supreme equipment of imperial experts. How could he possibly resist the “Heaven’s Wrath Lightning” unleashed by the King of the Dark Angels!
Yun Shang sighed, turning his head away, unwilling to witness Yang Hao’s tragic end, reduced to nothingness by lightning.
But soon, he heard astonished exclamations all around him, as if witnessing an unfathomable miracle. Yun Shang felt no hope—after all, these divine beings had lived thousands, even tens of thousands of years; what could possibly surprise them anymore?
So he looked up—and even he couldn’t help but cry out in shock.
That unstoppable Heaven’s Wrath Lightning, that attack no one could resist, certain to end in death.
Yang Hao actually blocked it.
It was utterly unbelievable.
Just as Saan unleashed Heaven’s Wrath Lightning, Yang Hao had already accepted his fate, for he couldn’t think of any technique capable of resisting Saan’s attack. Especially while floating in midair, with nothing around to shield him. Before the lightning even reached him, the intense air currents and killing intent had already left Yang Hao paralyzed, unable to fight further.
So he could only close his eyes and wait for death. He could already imagine his body shattering under the lightning strike. What else could he possibly do?
Moreover, Yang Hao had come here seeking death. Challenging Saan was essentially a suicide attempt. Just like Saan had pierced his heart with words, Yang Hao had long since lost all hope after his master’s departure.
Perhaps it was fate, Yang Hao thought to himself. He completely surrendered. Even facing the attack of the King of the Dark Angels, Saan, he had no intention of resisting at all.
In his heart, Yang Hao sighed, “Master, I’m coming to join you!”
At that moment, at the very last second, a familiar voice suddenly exploded in Yang Hao’s mind.
“Repeat after me! Heaven and Earth, no limits!”
“Heaven and Earth, no limits!” Yang Hao almost unconsciously recited, suddenly snapping back to awareness.
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