The God of Sky and Earth

Chapter 786: Sweeping All!

Chapter 786: Sweeping All!

"Boom, boom, boom..."

One by one, the ethereal shadowy beasts turned into bursts of mist, like fireworks blooming over the solitary mountain. Beneath the dazzling light, a powerful aura erupted, shaking the surroundings.

One after another, figures fell from above, landing in a disheveled state with horrified expressions, some continuously spitting out blood.

"What's happening!"

In the distance, among the onlookers, a gasp of astonishment couldn't help but escape. They were utterly shocked, frozen in disbelief!

"What do I care about? I've just come to watch the commotion!"

Xu Chen also made a move, clad in a flowing white robe with mysterious patterns. From within his slender and upright figure, a radiant white aura engulfed him, exuding a mighty force. It surged and spread, overwhelming everything in its path.

"Haha!"

In a moment of wonder, Xu Chen appeared before a young man who held a long spear. It was as if he had materialized suddenly, from a breathtaking and elusive angle. Between his slender and graceful fingers, white aura coiled and entwined. His handprint had already solidified, and within the rippling of the white aura's radiance, a claw mark emerged.

The claw mark was ethereal, shrouded in mist-like clouds. It resembled a dragon's claw, emanating an immense sense of pressure, its aura sending shivers down one's spine.

"Swoosh..."

The long spear was firmly held, preventing any further advancement.

At the same time, a fierce gaze flashed in Xu Chen's clear eyes, a sharp murderous intent surged forth. A finger imprint appeared, a powerful gust of wind swept through, directly landing on the young man's forehead.

The finger imprint rapidly enlarged in both pupils, terror surged from the depths of the young man's gaze, a sense of death crawling out from the depths of his soul.

"Ha-choo..."

The imprint stabbed directly at his forehead, a hole appeared, blood gushed out, and the young man's body instantly collapsed. However, his eyes remained wide open.

This young man couldn't believe it, even until his last breath, that he could be so easily defeated.

He was also a disciple of the Sacred Mountain. Among the younger generation, how many could rival him?

He knew he was no match for Yi Su of the Overlord Sect, that young boy who seemed to effortlessly overpower him. Little did he know, even until his last breath, how he could be so easily defeated.

"You are being so mean to me!"

Almost at the same moment, Flame Scale shouted loudly, surrounded by a blazing red light. His body was covered in glowing scales, resembling fragmented armor layered upon him. The veins on his face tensed, making him appear even more fierce and menacing.

But at this moment, Flame Scale exuded an exceptionally fierce aura. He dashed forward like a streak of crimson lightning, directly charging towards the battlefield. His fists were like twin dragons emerging from the sea, unleashing two bursts of fiery red light that surged and shot out.

Two sturdy young men, before they could fully regain their senses, felt the energy beneath their feet shatter into pieces and their bodies were forcefully sent flying backwards, coughing up blood as they descended.

"Did I do something to provoke you? Attacking me, are you looking for trouble?!"

Xu Chen, who had just slain a young man, fixed his sharp gaze on his next target. Without hesitation, he made his move once again. His handprints transformed, causing turbulent storm-like energy to ripple around him. The air echoed with the continuous sound of rushing wind. An elusive shadow of a snake dragon emerged, accompanied by faint dragon roars that reverberated through the surroundings. Carrying a terrifying pressure and causing the air to tremble, it swept down fiercely in all directions.

"Boom, boom..."

As the storm raged on, the ground cracked, causing tremors and shaking mountains. A terrifying aura engulfed everything, and the ground continuously burst from the powerful impact.

"Chirp chirp..."

One by one, cracks burst open on the ground, and the resounding "boom" echoed continuously, as a dragon's roar shook the heavens.

"Whoosh..."

Everything seemed to happen all at once, causing chaos all around. Energetic figures shattered and burst apart, disappearing into thin air.

Under Mo Baiming's feet, the black vulture also shattered. With a look of astonishment on his face, his figure fell, but the black sword light in his hand had already been unleashed. The sword light was profound, shining with a radiant black glow.

"Rumble, rumble!"

As the sword light descended, it cleaved a tremendous crack in the ground where Su Yi stood. The rocks continuously exploded, turning into dust.

But Su Yi had vanished without a trace, and no one knew when.

But when Su Yi's figure appeared again, it had already reached Mo Baiming's side.

(Translated by Gravity Tales ?)

Just within reach, Su Yi swiftly extended his palm, unleashing a surge of crimson light. With lightning speed, he firmly pressed it against Mo Baiming's neck.

A glint of coldness welled up in Su Yi's eyes, as he raised his hand with a fierce swing.

Mo Baiming's body instantly lifted off the ground, spinning in mid-air three hundred and sixty degrees. In the most direct and simple manner, his body fiercely overturned and landed on the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground rumbled as Mo Baiming's figure crashed down. Cracks spread in all directions, blood gushing from his mouth. Within his bones, there came the sound of shattering, as if every bone in his body was instantly broken by the impact.

At this very moment, Mo Baiming's once dazzling eyes were filled with fear, and the sword in his hand had already fallen to the side.

Everything happened so quickly that no one had time to react.

The surroundings were in complete chaos. Among the dozens of disciples from the younger generation of Sacred Mountain, although only half of them were true disciples of Sacred Mountain, the rest were disciples from Tiangang Sect, Tianyang Sect, and other sects. However, these disciples were all outstanding among the younger generation, and not a single one was weak.

Dozens of outstanding individuals from the younger generation, especially the disciples from Sacred Mountain, were even more remarkable. They were all extraordinary talents, joining forces and launching an attack. The momentum was immense, but it was destroyed in an instant.

All around, the scene was in complete disarray. Dozens of young figures appeared battered and disheveled, with disheveled hair and eyes filled with fear and astonishment.

Someone vomited blood, with fresh blood dripping profusely.

A person's robe was stained with blood, their face pale as a sheet. They fell to the ground, filled with panic and unease.

Outside the Central Region, amidst a cluster of countless mountains, the tallest peak rose majestically like a cloud.

In the early morning, under the radiant glow of the rising sun, two gigantic snake dragons coiled. Their fiery red eyes gleamed, while their entire bodies were covered in shimmering green scales. With elongated heads and fierce double horns, they possessed a fearsome and majestic presence.

"Let's think about the time, someone might be coming out soon!"

The City Master of Central Region, Ouyang Yuanfeng, lifted his gaze and looked towards the empty space ahead. It was filled with colorful clouds and shimmering light. Judging by the past rules of the Saint Martial Assembly, it seemed that someone was about to break through the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm at this time.

Thirty years ago, Ouyang Yuanfeng also took part in the Saint Martial Assembly. It was during that event that he gained great renown and his fortunes began to soar!

"I wonder what the situation is like inside."

Kuang Guilan spoke, her gaze icily cold with flickering frost. That young boy must perish within, otherwise, if he were to make it outside with the protection of Yutian Palace, it would be quite troublesome to eliminate him.

"It should have been resolved by now."

Wang Quande smiled and paused for a moment. His gaze shifted towards a stone table in the midst of the crowd. On the table were neatly arranged over thirty palm-sized white stones, resembling crystals, shimmering with light and emitting a vibrant energy.

"From the Soul Stone, it is evident that none of the disciples from our Sacred Mountain were lost this time, so that boy must have been killed instantly."

Wang Quande continued, "This is the Soul Stone. The disciples from Sacred Mountain who entered the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm this time are all exceptional individuals, they are all of great importance."