“Hmph, if someone reckless enough dares to eat them, the energies from these two supreme pills will collide and erupt instantly,” murmured Hun Yuan Zi after a moment’s thought. “This will create… what you might call a wormhole, warping space and hurling people far, far away. Moreover, the cultivator’s dantian will instantly lose all power, requiring time to replenish their energy before recovery, and they may never fully recover.”
“So you’re saying they’d become a complete cripple?” Yang Hao’s face fell. “If their dantian is completely drained, all their previous training would’ve been for nothing.”
“That’s why I told you to be careful. Do you think cultivation is something you can just mess around with?” Hun Yuan Zi roared.
Yang Hao grumbled inwardly. It seemed that alchemical pill-making within the Dan Ding Sect was mostly a matter of improvisation, yet Hun Yuan Zi was now acting so seriously. However, he didn’t dare to argue with his master today, so he obediently placed the two supreme pills into his pill pouch, securing them carefully.
Although Hun Yuan Zi didn’t mention it, Yang Hao still obediently placed the Red Ling Sword behind his back. This was his master’s wife’s flying sword, a token of affection from Hun Yuan Zi’s youth, and it shouldn’t be left here in the Sword Mausoleum, exposed to the elements.
Having accomplished such a major task, Yang Hao hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly, and his mood improved a little. He looked down at the cliff thousands of feet below, shrouded in swirling clouds, and at the mysterious lightning barrier above, and decided he definitely couldn’t afford to be lazy and jump down. Instead, he would have to return the way he came, through the exit of the Sword Mausoleum.
Just as Yang Hao reached the entrance of the Sword Mausoleum, he saw the Sword Spirit still crouched in a corner, wailing loudly while staring at a particular spot in the sky. Its tears had already flowed like molten lava across the ground.
“Sigh. The Qilin child is as stubborn as I am,” Hun Yuan Zi said upon seeing the Qilin’s gaze fixed toward the Dan Ding Sect’s ancestral dwelling, knowing it was overwhelmed by the emotions of sensing the ancient presence of its former sectmates.
Yang Hao looked up as well and happened to see a grayish spot above, exuding five-colored immortal energy.
“Master, is that our Dan Ding Sect’s dwelling?” Yang Hao asked.
“Indeed. This dwelling gathers the essence of heaven and earth, making cultivation here a thousand times more effective than elsewhere,” Hun Yuan Zi sighed. “Unfortunately, now we can only steal a glance.”
Moved by the Qilin’s weeping, Yang Hao, who had recently felt a strong urge to do something meaningful for the Dan Ding Sect, hesitated for a moment before suggesting, “Master, you once said that the enemy’s yuan-essence has ascended to immortality, but his physical body might still be hidden in the dwelling, right? Since we’ve come this far, why don’t we go up and destroy his physical body?”
Hun Yuan Zi was momentarily stunned but said nothing.
He had considered this before. The layout of Yuan Lao Mountain was simple: at the foot of the mountain were the four great sword sects acting as guards; at 3,000 meters was the Yuan Lao Council, with over a hundred elders serving as additional defense; at 4,000 meters was the Sword Mausoleum, where Yang Hao now stood; and at 5,000 meters above sea level was the core of Yuan Lao Mountain—the former dwelling of the Dan Ding Sect.
In other words, Yang Hao was now only a thousand meters away from the dwelling.
And there were no defenses in between.
This was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yang Hao and Hun Yuan Zi had risked coming to Earth not only to obtain these two sword pills but also to seek a chance to destroy the至尊’s physical body, thereby weakening him before his return and paving the way for revenge.
However, Hun Yuan Zi had previously believed that Yang Hao had not yet reached the Sword Saint level and that attempting to assassinate the至尊’s body would be suicide, so he had insisted on seeking the sword pills first. Both had expected the mission to steal the pills today to be extremely dangerous, so they had made no other plans.
But who would have thought it would go so smoothly?
And encountering the Qilin child and drawing the Red Jun Sword had stirred deep emotions in both Hun Yuan Zi and Yang Hao.
Only a thousand meters separated them from their revenge, and although Hun Yuan Zi remained silent, he was tempted.
In life, many things are ruined by a single moment of temptation. Once a person gives in to desire, they stray from their original path, and by the time they reach their destination, they realize they have strayed far indeed.
Yang Hao and Hun Yuan Zi proceeded up the mountain. Every plant and tree here was more familiar than those below. Eventually, Hun Yuan Zi was even urging Yang Hao to hurry up. With their abilities, even at a high altitude, a thousand meters was nothing. Moreover, the area around the dwelling was free of snow and ice, making the path quite easy.
Soon, Yang Hao entered the immortal energy swirling at the mountain’s peak. Strangely, this energy did not sting but instead familiarly flowed into Yang Hao’s body, helping replenish the sword energy he had previously expended.
It seemed Hun Yuan Zi’s claim that the Dan Ding Sect’s dwelling could accelerate cultivation a thousandfold was indeed true.
Yang Hao always found it strange that the至尊held a godlike status in the Galactic Empire. With the true divine races long sealed away and the ancient immortals nowhere to be seen, the至尊, as the sole immortal and founder of the Empire, should have had his physical body heavily guarded. Yet why was there no defense at all above 3,000 meters?
As if to answer Yang Hao’s question, an unexpected event occurred just as he reached the summit.
Dozens of swords appeared from nowhere, carrying strange energies and aiming for Yang Hao’s vital points.
These swords were unlike those in the Sword Mausoleum. The swords in the Sword Mausoleum were all Yuanzhu’s, numerous but not very powerful. But these were wielded by sword masters. The sudden appearance of dozens of sword masters, who said nothing and simply aimed to kill Yang Hao, was a single, deadly objective—to kill him on the spot.
It was fierce and ruthless.
Yang Hao vanished into the air. He had originally thought there would be no defense above 3,000 meters, so he was unprepared for a fight. Suddenly, so many killers appeared, forming a net that almost killed him.
Yang Hao could only dodge using the Light Flow Shadow Step, but soon, he reappeared on the other side of the cliff. This divine technique was very draining and could only be sustained for a short time.
When the dozens of sword masters realized their first strike had missed, they still said nothing, adjusting their direction to attack Yang Hao again.
At this moment, Yang Hao felt something was off.
His opponents seemed different from any he had faced before.
In the past, whenever Yang Hao encountered sword master groups or martial arts groups, they would follow some outdated old rules, such as explaining why they were killing you before doing so, or waiting for both sides to prepare before engaging in battle, which was quite outdated.
But the people he encountered today were different. Yang Hao’s first impression was that they were like killing machines. Each sword master wore black soft armor, and their swords were black as well. They didn’t speak at all, and from their eyes to their actions, their only goal was to kill.
These were terrifying opponents, much more frightening than the Ten Sword Streams.
Yang Hao had never feared the sword masters of the Ten Sword Streams because those people were proud and focused on graceful movements when they attacked. But the sword masters before him made Yang Hao feel fear. He felt as though he was facing not living people, but blocks of black ice, colder than the Dark Shadow Assassination Group.
So Yang Hao could only immediately use his strongest sword technique.
The second-stage attack sword “Lin Bao”!
Flames surrounded Yang Hao like a comet falling among the black-clothed crowd. As those people attacked desperately, a deafening explosion occurred.
The high temperature of the heavenly fire crackled in the air, spreading in all directions like a venomous dragon. Those black-clothed figures attacked without retreating, naturally being engulfed by the flames. Dozens of sword masters were burned into blackened skeletons in an instant.
This was the second time Yang Hao had used the Flame Explosion. The first time, he had killed over a hundred magical beasts, but today it was living humans. Even though he was forced to act, Yang Hao couldn’t help but feel his heart race. The power unleashed by the sword pill was truly unimaginable. Just a second-stage sword move could kill dozens of sword masters in one strike. What would higher-level sword techniques be like?
“Alright, act quickly!” Hun Yuan Zi urged the stunned Yang Hao. The massive explosion had already shaken the mountains. If they didn’t hurry, the sword sects below would soon realize something was wrong.
Yang Hao looked up, wanting to enter the dwelling, but he was stunned.
There was no Dan Ding Sect dwelling at the mountain’s peak. There was only a hill-like stone mountain. The five-colored immortal energy swirling earlier was leaking from this stone mountain. Yang Hao circled around it but found no entrance.
“What’s going on?” Yang Hao scratched his head. “Could our dwelling have been blown up?”
Hun Yuan Zi laughed heartily, “If the Dan Ding Sect’s dwelling were that easy to enter, it would have become a tourist spot. This dwelling is usually sealed, with mountains and barriers completely enclosing it. Not only can external forces not penetrate, but not even sound can enter. It’s completely isolated, two separate worlds.”
Hun Yuan Zi taught Yang Hao the incantation to enter the dwelling. Yang Hao followed the instructions, placing his hand on the rock wall of the stone mountain and slowly infusing it with the true energy of the Dan Ding Dual Cultivation Sect. Indeed, the swirling immortal energy around responded, gathering around Yang Hao and flowing into his dantian to enhance his true energy.
Yang Hao recited the incantation again.
Suddenly, a stream of milky-white immortal energy spewed from the crevices of the stone. The door, which had opened for Hun Yuan Zi a thousand years ago, finally opened for Yang Hao. The massive stone blocks slowly moved aside, and thick, pure immortal energy surged towards Yang Hao like a hurricane. At the top of the dwelling, the solemn characters of the Dan Ding Dual Cultivation Sect were still engraved.
Yang Hao stood there for a few seconds, then instinctively took a step into the dwelling.
He didn’t know that this time, Yang Hao was stepping into the biggest crisis of his life.
The most terrifying, the most painful, and the most unbearable crisis.
What was inside the dwelling?
This was something Yang Hao and Hun Yuan Zi had considered. For them, the best-case scenario was that the至尊’s physical body was enshrined inside, allowing Hun Yuan Zi to at least take half of his revenge.
Of course, there was also the possibility that their judgment was wrong, and the dwelling contained nothing at all, or that over the past thousand years, this dwelling, like the Sword Mausoleum, had remained completely untouched.
This would still be beneficial for Yang Hao, as it was the old nest of the Dan Ding Sect. Even if it had been destroyed, there might still be some magical treasures or spiritual herbs left, which would greatly aid his future cultivation.
But they had never imagined that inside the Dan Ding Dual Cultivation Sect’s dwelling, which had been sealed for a thousand years, there were actually people.
Within the thick immortal energy, deep within the dwelling, there stood more than twenty people. When they saw the dwelling being opened from the outside, they were also startled.
They were shocked, naturally, because the dwelling’s secrecy meant that in this world, no one else should be able to open it.
Yang Hao instinctively rushed into this forbidden area, and the people inside were also momentarily stunned.
Both sides froze as if time had stopped.
This situation didn’t last long. Hun Yuan Zi was the first to regain his composure. After all, this was his old nest, and every inch of it was familiar to him. Especially the scene deep within the dwelling, which made his heart ache.
“He’s really here!” Hun Yuan Zi suddenly roared. “He’s here, his physical body is!!! Kill him! Kill!!!”
Hun Yuan Zi completely ignored the other more than twenty people standing in the dwelling and fixed his gaze on the deepest part of the dwelling, where a physical body was enshrined on a cold jade immortal bed.
This physical body sat cross-legged on the bed. Although it clearly lacked the aura of the yuan-essence, it still radiated immortal energy, majestic and untouchable. The physical body’s exterior was even more refined, with skin as delicate as a baby’s, long black hair cascading over the shoulders, and wearing white clothes as pure as snow. It looked like a middle-aged man who had achieved the Dao.
Yet this man was Hun Yuan Zi’s mortal enemy from a thousand years ago, the immortal who had destroyed the Dan Ding Sect, and the至尊revered by the entire Empire today.
This physical body’s master had unified the cultivation sects of Earth, sealed and restricted the divine race, and created the legendary feat of establishing the Galactic Empire. Such a legendary great immortal was now only a hundred steps away from Yang Hao, so close that Hun Yuan Zi had an illusion that Yang Hao could reduce this great immortal’s physical body to dust with a single sword strike.
Was that really possible?
Yang Hao didn’t think so. In fact, he had already begun to despair. In Hun Yuan Zi’s eyes, there was only his thousand-year-old enemy. But Yang Hao had already seen everything in the dwelling and understood the strength of those more than twenty people.
Yang Hao’s heart sank, plunging into an abyss.
He knew he had come on the wrong day. A terrible mistake. This was not a good opportunity for revenge, but a trap, a real one that would leave him no chance of recovery.
“There’s an assassin!!!” A shrill scream pierced the air, driving another nail of doom into Yang Hao’s heart.
Who were the more than twenty people in this dwelling?
Yang Hao didn’t recognize any of them, but the strength emanating from these strangers was enough to make Yang Hao tremble with fear.
The closest were six knights clad in snow-white armor. In this age, there were, of course, no knights from the past, but these few rode tall, white lions. The one at the front wore armor made of snow crystals, with red lips and white teeth, a very beautiful appearance. Although his figure was wrapped in armor, it was still tall and straight, somewhat effeminate. This knight, wielding a silver spear, was the团长 of the Snow Night Star Lion Corps.
This was indeed the most special corps of the royal guard—the Snow Night Star Lion Corps. They claimed to be the last knights in the world, riding a rare mythical beast known as the Snow Night Star Lion, which gave these knights a status akin to dragon riders.
When Yang Hao defeated the Beast Heart Sword Corps, the Snow Night Star Lion Corps was also present as spectators. The leader today, the snow-white armored knight, was Commander Lan Ling of the Snow Night Star Lion Corps. A quick glance revealed that this commander had nearly reached the level of a Sword Saint, while the knights behind him had already surpassed the level of Grand Sword Masters.
This was just the first line of defense.
Behind the Snow Night Star Lion Corps was a group of eight black-clothed swordsmen. These swordsmen were the same as the ones Yang Hao had seen outside, with cold expressions and eyes that only reflected the light of murder. They were emotionless and bloodless creatures, their only duty was to kill.
These eight black-clothed swordsmen were not particularly terrifying, but their leader was. An old man dressed in a black robe with the royal emblem embroidered on it. This old man’s skin was pale to the point of sickness, his hands hidden in his sleeves, as if he might cough and collapse at any moment due to a slight breeze.
But Yang Hao was deeply afraid. His fear of this old man far exceeded the sum of his fear of the Snow Night Star Lion Corps and the black-clothed men. Because Yang Hao could not even begin to fathom the old man’s strength. He was like a black mist, or a black hole that absorbed all light, with no trace of battle power leaking out. The lack of any leakage naturally made him impossible to fathom.
But no one would dare to speculate that this old man possessed absolutely no martial skills. Not even the Executive Elders, or even the Zun himself, would ever entertain such a thought.
Because he was the most mysterious expert in the Galactic Empire, the commander of the palace guards who always remained hidden in the palace.
He had lived in the palace for decades, had not fought in decades, yet the elite guards he trained possessed formidable combat power, so much so that even the Ten Sword Streams dared not easily confront them.
Qin Feng was known as the Empire’s top secret expert, and naturally no one dared to doubt him.
Behind Qin Feng was another person, a man of light.
This person wore military attire, with royal emblems all over his clothes. He carried a long, narrow sword and looked slightly younger than Feng, though his hair was already streaked with gray.
But this person was completely opposite to Feng. Feng was a black hole with no light leaking out, but this person was as dazzling as the sun, radiating light from his body, making it almost impossible to open one’s eyes.
Even when Yang Hao stormed into the dwelling and everyone was shocked, this figure of light remained unmoved, continuing to bow respectfully to the Supreme Being on the jade bed just as he had been.
Each bow caused a surge of golden light to emanate from his body. He was completely focused, believing without a doubt that Feng would handle whatever happened behind him.
If Yang Hao had only seen these people, he might not have been so desperate. Even if he couldn’t defeat them, he could at least try to escape.
But there was something even more shocking deeper inside, right around the Zun’s physical body, where there were actually nine more people—nine individuals dressed in different colors but with serene, radiant faces, clearly highly accomplished in cultivation.
The Nine Executive Elders of the Yuan Lao Council.
All of them were present.
The nine strongest individuals in this universe, apart from the Zun, were the nine supreme members of the Yuan Lao Council, the nine people who truly held the reins of power in the Galactic Empire. All nine of them were present in this dwelling, standing right before Yang Hao.
Even.
Even one of them, dressed in black, shouted loudly, “There’s an assassin!!!” This voice threw the entire dwelling into chaos.
That was naturally Hei Feng Elder, one of the Nine Executive Elders. Seeing Yang Hao actually break through the forbidden door of the dwelling and rush in, he pretended to be stunned for a moment, but inside he was overjoyed.
This was a trap, a trap specifically set for Yang Hao.
The person who planned this trap was none other than Hei Feng Elder himself, who was now desperately shouting “There’s an assassin,” appearing the most shocked and moved among everyone.
Yang Hao had once defeated the leader of the Saint Bear Star Bear Group, Delke, on the Bear Star and seized the Gravity Sword, the treasure of the Hei Feng Sword Sect, from him. Delke was the disciple of this Hei Feng Elder, and the Gravity Sword had been bestowed by Hei Feng Elder himself.
Since Yang Hao had taken the sword, the Hei Feng Sword Sect’s status within the Ten Sword Streams had plummeted, and their influence had greatly diminished, so Hei Feng Elder harbored intense hatred towards Yang Hao.
When Yang Hao arrived on Earth for his mission, Elder Hei Feng strongly pushed for his execution. However, at that time, the Zun, who hadn’t made an appearance in decades, sent a message through spiritual communication, temporarily advising against killing Yang Hao.
This message had led the Nine Executive Elders to adopt a tolerant attitude towards Yang Hao.
But Yang Hao did not feel grateful for this mercy. Instead, he became even more aggressive, launching repeated attacks against the Ten Sword Streams. He established the Dan Ding Sword Sect and openly recruited noble disciples, which was bad enough, but he even went so far as to completely annihilate the Beast Heart Sword Sect and even recruited the four dragons of the Beast Heart Sword Sect to his side.
This was simply too bold, too brazen, showing utter disregard for the Elders.
The Nine Executive Elders could finally endure no more and decided to deal with Yang Hao. However, for some unknown reason, Yang Hao suddenly became one of the Ten Councilors of the Merchant Guild, his status nearly matching that of the Executive Elders.
Subsequently, events spiraled out of the Executive Elders’ control. Yang Hao challenged the merchants, displaying his prowess before millions of nobles, and finally established the Dan Ding Sword Sect as the Empire’s premier sword sect, completely marginalizing the once-dominant Ten Sword Streams, and disrupting the Yuan Lao Council’s long-standing strategy of controlling various star systems through the nobility.
This was intolerable.
The Executive Elders finally decided to disregard the Supreme One’s spiritual command and swore to kill Yang Hao at any cost.
But now, killing Yang Hao seemed slightly delayed. Because Yang Hao had already become one of the Ten Councilors of the Merchant Guild, the Executive Elders could easily kill him, but the inevitable consequence would be a full-scale backlash from the Merchant Guild. Killing one of their councilors would be tantamount to declaring war on the entire Merchant Guild.
If it were just a one-on-one fight, the Executive Elders would not fear anyone in the Empire, but the accumulated strength of the Merchant Guild over the years, along with its forty sword master groups, made the Executive Elders somewhat cautious.
Yang Hao himself was not frightening; the real threat was the power behind him, which was the only thing the Merchant Guild had given him.
Therefore, the Executive Elders decided not to kill him openly but to set a trap, luring Yang Hao into a deadly snare. Moreover, this trap had to be one where Yang Hao was clearly in the wrong, a grave mistake so serious that even the Merchant Guild could not save him and might even struggle to protect itself.
This was a double-edged trap.
Hei Feng Elder used Yang Hao’s secret noble contact to leak news of the Elders’ outing, luring Yang Hao here. He knew full well that as soon as Yang Hao stepped into the Dan Ding Sect’s dwelling, he would be doomed, and after his death, the entire world, including the Merchant Guild, would have to applaud.
Because Yang Hao was an assassin, a great traitor to the heavens.
Yang Hao’s heart was bitter. He felt he was as foolish as a pig.
Even if Yang Hao really were a pig, he should have realized by now that he had fallen into an inescapable trap.
That secret noble’s message was clearly a ruse set by the enemy.
The news about the Yuan Lao Council’s collective outing was nothing but a ploy, since all nine Executive Elders were present, and it wouldn’t matter even if the Yuan Lao Council were wiped out.
These nine demons stood there, feigning shock and crying “Assassin!” as if they were pitifully innocent, their acting couldn’t have been better.
But Yang Hao was about to meet his end. In the presence of so many top experts, he was as helpless as a naked child. Not only was he unable to destroy the至尊’s physical body, but even if he turned to flee at this moment, he would likely be killed within just a few steps by those Executive Elders.
Just as the Supreme had destroyed Hun Yuan Zi’s wife with a single sword strike a thousand years ago.
So in a flash of lightning, Yang Hao made a decision, a decision he himself found somewhat absurd.
He lunged forward, and Shadow Moon roared, instantly escalating to its maximum power. Yang Hao was determined to risk his life to destroy the Supreme’s physical body.
Today was clearly a deadly trap. The enemy had even used the Supreme One’s physical body to lure Yang Hao in, so they were certainly determined to kill him.
Since it was a matter of certain death, Yang Hao would rather go all out. If he could destroy the至尊’s physical body, it would at least be half revenge for the Dan Ding Sect.
Shadow Moon transformed into a blur as it surged forward. This was the first stage of the stealth attack sword technique, “Blood Strike.” Of course, Yang Hao didn’t expect this sword to directly kill the Zun. He only hoped to use a powerful strike to tear through the front line of defense.
Unfortunately, Yang Hao miscalculated.
A silver spear appeared in the air.
Crash! Sparks blazed like a galaxy, illuminating the entire cave. The white-clad knight gracefully arrived, exuding a holy force that unfolded before Yang Hao.
With just one spear strike, the “Blood Strike” was completely shattered. Yang Hao’s sword hadn’t even torn through the first line of defense.
He had to reassess the strength of the Snow Night Star Lion Corps.
But Yang Hao continued to run forward. He had no time to stop. If he paused, the only opportunity he had was to die. Yang Hao had to take advantage of the moment when the nine elders were still pretending to act and catch them off guard.
So before the sparks from the “Blood Strike” had even faded, three thick ice spears appeared in front of Yang Hao, shooting towards the leading Blue Feather.
“Invincible Saint, Break!”
Blue Feather gripped his spear, and a milky-white barrier appeared before him. With the word “Break,” the three ice spears Yang Hao had formed with his spiritual energy were completely reduced to dust.
Yang Hao launched another “Blood Strike.” The sharp killing intent even made the five Snow Night Star Lions beside him retreat a few steps. This “Blood Strike” was aimed directly at Blue Feather. The distance was closer, the speed faster. Yang Hao was confident that this strike would not be easily blocked by Blue Feather unless he was someone like Si Tu Hai, who possessed the strength of a Sword Saint.
Blue Feather’s eyes sparkled with light. He twirled his spear, and several tangible milky-white energy beams appeared. Then his silver spear actually multiplied into twelve, colliding with Yang Hao’s Shadow Moon.
Boom!!
Shadow Moon’s light dimmed, and with a single flick, it flew back into Yang Hao’s arms.
This time, Yang Hao’s heart sank. In that one strike, Blue Feather’s solid milky-white light had actually surpassed the strength of a Sword Saint.
This guy had just been hiding his power before. He was indeed a true Sword Saint.
But wasn’t there only three Sword Saints in the Galactic Empire?
In a flash of lightning, Yang Hao recalled the slip of the tongue by the nine merchant councilors. They had also mentioned that they had many Sword Saints under their command. It seemed that there were far more than just three Sword Saints in the Empire, many others were just hiding their strength for some purpose.
But now, Yang Hao had no time to think further. The silver spear was like a venomous snake emerging from its den, shooting straight for Yang Hao’s throat.
Yang Hao felt as if he were seeing the Milky Way. Before him was not just a silver spear, but a long, endless stream of infinite energy stretching from Blue Feather’s hand all the way to Yang Hao’s throat.
He could dodge, but he didn’t.
Instead, Yang Hao twisted his body, deliberately creating an opening, allowing the silver spear to pierce his shoulder, tearing away a large chunk of flesh with a hissing scream.
Although injured, Yang Hao seized a perfect opportunity. He quickly advanced, breaking through the Snow Night Star Lion Corps’ defense line as Blue Feather’s spear continued to thrust forward.
The first line of defense was finally breached at the cost of Yang Hao’s injury.
He absolutely dared not underestimate the second line of defense—Qin Feng.
So the Blazing Dragon Sword immediately burst forth.
Yang Hao’s sword strike was aimed directly at the至尊’s physical body lying on the jade bed. To him, the only thing worth dying for was that immortal’s body. If he could destroy it within the Dan Ding Sect’s dwelling, it would all be worthwhile.
But between Yang Hao and the physical body stood someone else.
The figure radiating golden light, who remained calmly bowing to the Supreme regardless of the chaos outside, stood right in front of Yang Hao.
So Yang Hao’s Flame Dragon Sword seemed to be aimed directly at the golden figure.
Qin Feng sighed deeply.
As the most experienced old fox in the Empire, he had already seen through this trap. The nine executive elders had actually stooped so low as to set up such a despicable scheme, involving so many important figures.
It seemed Yang Hao was truly doomed.
Originally, Qin Feng had no intention of intervening, as he had no direct conflict with Yang Hao and did not wish to harm him.
However, he had no choice but to act when Yang Hao’s Flame Dragon Sword was aimed directly at the noble figure in the center.
Qin Feng clapped his hands together, producing a dense black mass in his palms, and reached out to intercept the mighty Flame Dragon.
Yang Hao’s Flame Dragon Sword was the most powerful and fierce first-level offensive technique, capable of reducing even experts to ashes with a single strike.
Yet with just a casual wave, Qin Feng extinguished much of the炎龙’s flames before even making contact.
It seemed as if with just a little more force, Qin Feng could grasp the entire Yanlong in his hands and crush it to death.
For thirty years, the Empire’s most mysterious expert had not revealed his skills. Now, his first move was against Yang Hao’s Flame Dragon Sword.
One clap, one grip.
When everyone believed Yang Hao’s sword would surely break and he would die at Qin Feng’s hands,
They were all stunned to discover that the Flame Dragon had vanished. Yang Hao had also disappeared.
The air had already solidified, the atmosphere as eerie as a tomb. Seeing Qin Feng’s first move in thirty years miss its target, even the nine executive elders, who were confident of victory, felt a tremor in their hearts.
What they saw next was even more heart-wrenching.
After disappearing into the air, Yang Hao suddenly leaped through space, bypassing the noble figure who still stood solemnly bowing.
Then, Yang Hao and Shadow Moon transformed into a massive current in the air.
“Thousand Mile Flow Kill!”
Yang Hao’s Flame Dragon Sword was merely a feint, intended to divert attention. His real target had never been the noble figure, but the Supreme’s physical body. Therefore, he employed the Light Flow Shadow Step to leap past the noble figure.
Then he launched the second-level assassination sword technique, “Thousand Mile Flow Kill!”
This was the first time Yang Hao had used his self-created consecutive move. This seamless series of moves even deceived an expert of Qin Feng’s caliber.
Now, the divine sword Shadow Moon, carrying Yang Hao’s infinite sword energy, had initiated the Thousand Mile Flow Kill, targeting the perfect physical body twenty steps away on the jade bed.
Hun Yuan Zi had waited for a thousand years for this moment.
This was the greatest goal of Yang Hao’s life.
The grudge of the Dan Ding Sect, the weeping of countless souls, all led to this moment.
The fierce torrent of the Thousand Mile Flow Kill tore through the air and everything around, surging relentlessly toward the至尊’s physical body.
The nine executive elders were furious. They had originally believed that no matter how powerful Yang Hao was, he could not break through Qin Feng’s line of defense, as everyone assumed Yang Hao’s target was the noble figure.
But who could have imagined that Yang Hao’s true target was the至尊’s physical body?
This was simply inconceivable. Even Hei Feng Elder, who had arranged this deadly trap, had not anticipated that there was someone in the world so bold.
Such audacity, such audacity, daring to assassinate even the Supreme One.
If the nine executive elders had known that Yang Hao had always harbored intentions to assassinate the至尊’s physical body, they would have never dared to set up such a trap here.
But now it was too late. Yang Hao’s Thousand Mile Flow Kill had already been unleashed. This was the culmination of all his skills and strength, a full-force attack.
The speed was incredibly fast, the power far beyond anyone’s imagination.
Moreover, Hun Yuan Zi helped Yang Hao slightly twist a ring on his finger. The power of the divine ring was activated, causing the time in the entire space to pause for one second.
The “Reverse Flow” divine technique, although only a one-second pause, was enough for the nine executive elders to unleash their full power, attacking Yang Hao without any mercy. But it was already too late.
Yang Hao’s Thousand Mile Flow Kill had reached the Supreme’s perfect yet seemingly fragile physical body.
This fatal strike erupted violently.
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