The various Saint Kings of Heaven Field looked toward Shang Ziyan, wondering what kind of choice he would make.
Neither of the two people who had just entered was easily dealt with. Even if they had the upper hand in numbers, it was highly likely they would need to pay a heavy price.
The Heaven Field practitioners present were all talented individuals, and could possibly become Supreme Saints. Who would want to die?
Shang Ziyan could tell what they were thinking, so he looked at the dwarf seven-step Saint King and said, “Zhuo Man, take your pick first.”
Zhuo Man lifted his axe and licked his dry lips. Looking at Corpse Emperor Tianming, he smiled. “I will fight that guy.”
Following that, he dashed out and smashed his axe towards Corpse Emperor Tianming.
Within the palace, a Saint of the Kunlun Field uttered in shock, “Complete Seven-Yao power!”
Normally only ninth-step Saint Kings could command such a power.
Even though Zhuo Man had been preparing that attack for a long time, it was still shocking. It was obvious that he was an extremely talented person, and was significantly stronger than others on the same cultivation level.
Corpse Emperor Tianming frowned a little, and did not take the hit. Using a marvelous movement spell, his figure leaped away, appearing a dozen miles away.
Boom!
As the axe struck the ground, the entire island shook.
Earth was split by a huge crevice, and two sandstorms of dirt and dust spread outwards in the two directions.
A dozen miles away, Corpse Emperor Tianming closed his two palms, as though he was praying. The Blue Dragon Armor glowed and a blue dragon appeared, clashing with the aftershock of the attack.
The clash shook the world again, as the strength dissipated.
It was lucky that Corpse Emperor Tianming had blocked the aftershock of the attack. Else, the crack made by the attack would have stretched for over a hundred miles.
With cultivations below a Supreme Saint, creatures who could cause such devastation in Heaven Field were few and far between.
Shang Ziyan, seeing that Zhuo Mand had blocked Corpse Emperor Tianming, lightly nodded. “We will block them. The rest of you, go and get rid of the rest of Kunlun’s Field’s forces. Be careful, there are still several difficult enemies.”
“Leave it to me. They can’t do much.” Gong Ziyan smiled.
Shang Ziyan grinned. “If you were to attack, we would surely succeed.”
Shang Ziyan’s figure blurred, and the next moment, he appeared before that mysterious lady’s carriage. With a look of admiration, he looked at her despite the saint might of eight ninth-step Saint Kings.
“You must be Heart Demon, of the Bounty Ranking in the God of Death Palace,” Shang Ziyan probed.
“What Heart Demon? There are only people whose will power is not strong enough. Only then will they fall victim to the demons within…”
The lady seemed a bit lazy, as her two limbs slowly pushed her up from a lying position. Her long legs slowly bent in, and one could catch a glimpse of her silky thighs.
Her subtle grace was tempting enough that even Shang Ziyan felt a bit moved.
Shang Ziyan replied, “I can finally understand how Feng Qiongqi, Lijiang Dragon King, Dao Xu, and other masters would fall to become your servant. You are truly an attractive woman. Unfortunately, that is useless to me.”
The lady smiled. “You are indeed quite special. It would be nearly impossible for me to control you. However, with just yourself, can you stop eight ninth-step Saint Kings?”
“That is hard to say,” Shang Ziyan replied.
At this moment, Gong Ziyan and Xun Ya, along with a huge batch of Heaven Field masters, dashed into the palace and began their assault on the remaining members of Kunlun’s Field.
The lady looked towards the palace and sighed. “I don’t care about the deaths of those Kunlun’s Field practitioners, but Zhang Ruochen does. Oh well.”
Putting the carriage down, an old man who had wings protruding from his back, along with a middle-aged man with dragon horns on his head, dashed out towards the palace to stop the Heaven Field Saint Kings.
As ninth-step Saint Kings, their speed was unimaginable. A normal Saint King might not even see their shadow.
Yet, Shang Ziyan’s speed was even faster. He stood before them.
The two ninth-step Saint Kings were slightly stunned, before quickly summoning their Saint Qi to perform a Saint Spell using their palms.
“Kid, step aside.”
Shang Ziyan’s armor glowed with three different colors. His two arms were moving like rivers intersecting. He too made two palm seals, clashing with the incoming attacks.
Boom!
The attacks clashed, with ripples of Qi flying out.
The two ninth-step Saint Kings’ Saint Robes expanded like two balloons, and they flew backwards, falling next to the carriage.
On their faces, there were tri-colored light inscriptions. It seemed like they were unable to move.
Only after a short moment could they remove those inscriptions and recover.
Shang Ziyan’s silvery hair fluttered in the wind, and he walked over to the carriage while saying, “For a lady like you who is so beautiful and powerful, wouldn’t it be better if we make friends instead?”
The lady’s gaze was not so attractive and calm anymore.
Evidently, Shang Ziyan’s strength had surprised her.
With merely the strength of a seventh-step Saint King, he could defeat two ninth-step Saint Kings.
Even though he had used Rules of Truth, it was still impressive. Any older generation masters who saw that would agree that the youths now were truly scary.
Taking out an ancient mirror, the lady murmured something to it. After which, apart from two Saint Kings who remained to protect her, the other six Saint Kings dashed out, launching their attack at Shang Ziyan.
Two of them even took out a Seven-Yao Saint Weapon, and injected Saint Qi within. Instantly, there were layers after layers of light appearing on it.
Evidently, they wanted to evoke a complete Seven-Yao strength to suppress and kill Shang Ziyan.
Of course, even for a ninth-step Saint King, that would require some time.
The other four Saint Kings took the opportunity to gain some time for them.
The attacks they launched were all mid-level Saint Spells, and had already reached a master level.
One threw out a claw seal, which grew to dozens of meters in size, with countless lightning bolts converging upon it.
Another launched a palm attack, which caused even the clouds to be pressed down, with gusts of wind stirring in the world all around.
…
Facing four ninth-step Saint Kings, Shang Ziyan was as calm as ever as he plucked three red feathers from his headdress.
He swung his arm, and the three feathers flew out.
Instantly, three chirps could be heard thundering across the heavens. Each feather turned into a strange bird that was several dozens of feet across, and flew towards the nine Saint Kings. They actually blocked all the attacks.
Whoosh!
Shang Ziyan lifted off, and on his right hand a crimson sword appeared. With countless inscriptions, the sword released a heavy presence. He swept his sword towards the two nine-step Saint Kings who were preparing to use the Seven-Yao Saint Weapon.
Before the sword had reached them, a gust of flames had already been blown at them.
Shocked, the two Saint Kings spat a mouthful of blood at their respective Saint Weapons. With that, they were actually ready.
Smiling, they instantly retaliated towards Shang Ziyan, who was standing in mid-air.
Boom!
Two massive energies clashed, and the Saint Qi could be transmitted to hundreds of miles away. Even the illusion formation covering this area was almost shattered.
Urgh!
The two ninth-step Saint Kings vomited blood and flew back like ragdolls.
Their arms were bloodied and covered with wounds, with countless sword wounds all over their bodies. Their Saint Weapons were dull and no longer had their original majestic presence.
Shang Ziyan, holding the crimson sword, walked towards the lady, saying, “Now, it is your turn to make a choice. To live as my servant, or to die?”
The lady stood up and looked at Shang Ziyan in disbelief, but quickly she smiled. “No, not yet.”
She swung her ancient mirror, and a blood mist flew out from within, surging into the two ninth-step Saint Kings who were previously controlling the Seven-Yao Saint Weapon.
Their bloodied arms were instantly healed, and they stood up again.
Boom!
Far away, the four ninth-step Saint Kings smashed apart the three flame birds. Turning back into three feathers, they fluttered onto the ground. The four of them then dashed back, blocking Shang Ziyan’s retreat.
Shang Ziyan looked back and frowned lightly. “What a pain. However, even if you could stall me, it would be useless. Soon, all of Kunlun’s Field’s practitioners will die.”
“How believable! This taoist would like to try and see if you are really correct!”
A massive purple cloud surged towards the fight from afar.
That voice came from this cloud.
Looking at the scene carefully, one could see that a fist-sized purple taoist was dragging a giant that was around a hundred and thirty meters in height, flying towards the palace at top speed.
It was clear that that giant was Kun.
Kun had been caught?
The Amazing Little Taoist threw Kun out, and he landed with a huge thump. He then arrogantly roared, “Kids from Heaven Field, come out now! This taoist will kill you all. Your bones will be my steps to fame!”
