Ming Shi, He Ma, and Mao Jiuming were all powerful Nine Revolutions Realm experts. They were also powerful aliens. They had far higher cultivation levels, so there was no possibility that Tan Xinji and Nangong Shangbing would be able to escape from them.
Yu Grand Ancestor, Second Ancestor, Third Ancestor, and Di Sovereign were stunned when they saw how easily the two were defeated.
Di Sovereign roared, “Xiang Shaoyun, you deserve death for conspiring with the aliens!”
But before absolute strength, his voice held no meaning. He was killed mercilessly. As for the three Yu Clan ancestors, they couldn’t escape punishment either. After all, they had nearly killed Tuoba Taishan, Xiang Shaoyun’s grandfather-in-law.
Yu Third Ancestor’s body was destroyed while his astral energy was sealed, turning him into a cripple. Of course, this cripple was still somewhat stronger than an ordinary person. He was, after all, still a God. In fact, if it wasn’t for Yu Caidie’s sake, Yu Third Ancestor would have been killed. As for the Grand Ancestor and Second Ancestor, they didn’t even dare to say anything. Facing absolute strength, nothing they could say meant anything.
“From now on, the Yu Clan will be the Ziling Sect’s subordinate organization,” said Xiang Shaoyun nonchalantly.
Yu Grand Ancestor sighed, “Yes, as you wish.”
Winner takes everything. There was nothing he could do. Xiang Shaoyun did not say anything else. He used his curse and turned all the Divine Fist Sect and Nangong Clan members into his puppets before returning to the Ziling Sect.
There, a battle was still raging. Countless organizations were involved in the attack. Although Xiang Shaoyun had left a decent number of trump cards for the sect, it was impossible for the sect to remain unharmed under such intense attacks.
Of the many fights on the battlefield, two of them were the most eye-catching. They were fights between Saints, and the two fights were what Xiang Shaoyun saw upon returning to the dominion’s airspace. A satisfied look covered his face.
His sole disciple, Guo Po, was involved in one of the two fights. Guo Po was born with a pair of unique eyes. He was accepted by Xiang Shaoyun as a disciple, had his limp leg healed, and was taught battle techniques and cultivation methods.
Xiang Shaoyun’s teaching method was similar to Ge Yi’s. He would only teach his disciple the vital concepts before having his disciple grow naturally. Guo Po had grown into a seventh-stage Saint. With his age, that was an incredible accomplishment. He might not be as monstrous as his master, but he was still among the top geniuses of the Ziling Sect and even the entire Western Desert.
Clad in a navy blue outfit and carrying a saber decorated with an azure dragon, he faced a Great Saint and two eighth-stage Saints. Even with the difference in their cultivation levels, Guo Po showed no fear. He was able to display incredible combat strength.
He had comprehended the profundity of wood. His mastery over saber intent had also reached a deep level. Each swing of his blade was incredibly stunning. His saber intent rumbled forward like roaring dragons, demonstrating enough strength to face a Great Saint.
“All who transgress against the Ziling Sect shall die!” roared Guo Po resolutely with thick killing intent.
The Great Saint from the Di Clan replied with disdain, “I will pluck your head and use your life to mark the start of the Ziling Sect’s purge.”
The Great Saint was very confident, but when his spear came in contact with Guo Po’s azure dragon saber, he realized that he had underestimated his opponent. Guo Po’s combat strength was no weaker than his. In fact, the battle intent Guo Po had comprehended was even more powerful than the Great Saint’s.
Dragon Splitting Slash!
The longer they fought, the more ferocious Guo Po became. Eventually, he swung his saber three times. The three slashes were incredibly domineering, and he attacked in an almost suicidal fashion as if the two eighth-stage Saints weren’t even there. He ignored them despite all the sneak attacks they mounted on him.
The Great Saint finally felt fear after experiencing Guo Po’s fighting style. However, his cultivation level was higher than Guo Po. He shouldn’t be afraid. Thus, his golden spear shone brightly, and he met the incoming slash head on.
Little did he know, Guo Po’s ferocious fighting style was merely bait. Abruptly, two beams shot out of Guo Po’s eyes. The beams were peculiar and unstoppable, tearing through the Great Saint’s attack and piercing through the Great Saint’s body. A large amount of blood sprayed out.
Guo Po took the chance to swing his saber backward, unleashing three rays that rumbled toward the two eighth-stage Saints like dragons. Their attacks were reduced into dots of light, and rivers of blood flowed from their bodies.
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After the successful attack, Guo Po continued to ignore the two eighth-stage Saints. He held his saber with both hands, lifted the saber, and swung at the Great Saint. Not only was the attack domineering, but it also contained a sealing power. A large amount of saber energy wound around the Great Saint’s body, making evasion almost impossible. Then, the saber cleaved the Great Saint in two, destroying even the Great Saint’s soul.
The two eighth-stage Saints were greatly frightened. Before they could flee, the beams from Guo Po’s eyes struck them and reduced them into a rain of blood. As for the other fight, it was being fought by Xiang Shaoyun’s only son, Tuoba Lingtian.
Tuoba Lingtian was no longer the wimpy brat from before. He was now a handsome and tall young man. He held a slight resemblance to his father, but he looked more like his mother. With an axe resting on his shoulder and the three massive birds following behind him, he emanated a masculine presence. He was currently facing six Saints.
Unlike Guo Po, Tuoba Lingtian wasn’t born with unique eyes. However, his birth was still heralded by a massive phenomenon. He was born with an innate earth physique, granting him a cultivation speed even faster than Guo Po. If it wasn’t for his young age, he would have probably surpassed Guo Po in terms of cultivation level.
Tuoba Lingtian was a sixth-stage Saint. Behind him, the three birds were peak Saints. Not even a pseudo-God would dare to underestimate him, so the six Saints he faced were nothing for him.
Instead of having the three birds help, he fought alone. Swinging his axe, he roared, “Bastards, you really think the Ziling Sect is weak? This young master will beat you up so badly your mom won’t recognize you!”
The axe he wielded was most definitely a great-saint weapon. He also demonstrated a combat strength that was comparable to a Great Saint. Each swing of his axe would create a long spatial opening in the air. As he fought, a gravity field spread around him, slowing down the Saints around him.
Of course, those Saints were not to be trifled with, either. They worked together, attempting to kill the Holy Hall’s young master. Unfortunately for them, all their attacks were easily crushed by Tuoba Lingtian.
After several collisions, one of them was cut into two, one lost an arm, and one had his head crushed. Meanwhile, only several marks were left on Tuoba Lingtian’s thick defensive barrier. His body remained unharmed. It was obvious that, like his father, Tuoba Lingtian was also a monstrous cultivator.
