Fang Yu stared ahead, sweeping his gaze over all the fake saints in front of him, filled with indomitable spirit…

"Let me see who dares to stop me!"

The long sword tilted at forty-five degrees.

Facing the sunlight, it reflected a dazzling brilliance.

As if the light could kill invisibly, making people shudder.

Although their cultivation reached the Full Saint Realm, they did not possess the stability or battle experience of a true full saint. Like Ao Jiang and Ao Qing, they were just ordinary fake saints.

Even as fake saints, there is a world of difference compared to true ones.

Fang Yu wielded the Dragon Roar Sword…

and swung it to slash forward.

"One Sword to Profound!"

Layers of sword light formed a conical umbrella-shaped pattern.

Swish.

Swish, swish, swish.

The sword light suddenly unified!

Slash.

Fang Yu's figure flickered like lightning, leaving a shadow in place!

It was as if eyes were deceived, making it hard to see Fang Yu's true body clearly.

At the next moment.

Fang Yu's figure appeared behind a Dragon Clan expert.

The Dragon Roar Sword still tilted at forty-five degrees.

However.

On the blade's edge, there was crimson blood, flowing down the sword and glowing under the sunlight… sparkling, dripping onto the smooth marble floor, splashing like a small flower, resembling a red firework on the surface!

Dazzling! Radiant!

Thud.

The Dragon Clan expert behind, crashed to the ground! Dead with eyes wide open.

Not even knowing how they died.

"Bring out any formation you have… today, let me see if your formations are powerful or if my sword is powerful… I'll kill as many as come!"

Fang Yu, filled with fighting spirit, said proudly, "To kill one man is a crime, to slaughter ten thousand is heroism, to slaughter nine million truly makes one a hero of heroes!"

Swish!

"One Sword to Profound!"

The endless ocean of Immortal Spiritual Energy within Fang Yu, inexhaustible, always replenishing!

This level of combat skills, he could use infinitely!

Because, the consumption rate was far slower than the replenishment speed!

The mystery of the Divine Dragon Technique, at this moment, was displayed to its fullest.

"Thunder Light!"

Buzz.

Buzz, buzz!

The scene became one-sided! A unilateral massacre!

What formation!

What fake saints, unable to withstand a single blow!

"Oh my god! This is a demon!"

"Why can it be this powerful?"

"Could it be… that this really is the chosen child who appears once in 30,000 years, descending upon the Dragon Clan, to save the Dragon Clan's prince during times of crisis?!! How… how is this possible?!"

"A sinful act… a sinful act! The rules set by the ancestors are all sinful acts!"

The Dragon Clan has a rule—

Members of the same clan must not kill each other!

This is a great taboo!

Successive Dragon Emperors have adhered to this rule!

This is also one of the factors that have balanced the three great elders to mutual restraint.

The Dragon Clan's reproductive ability is very weak.

Throughout the Dragon Sleep Sacred Land, there are only a few thousand people, if they internally conflict, what future does the Dragon Clan have?

However.

Fang Yu was slaughtering with his sword!

The ignorant make no crime!

But… do these elders not know? Are they willing to go all out against the Dragon Clan's prince?!

The Dragon Clan disciples watching all held different thoughts! Completely lost their composure!

Why should the lower-level dragons go to die?

Ultimately, it is the powerful cultivators who decide the future.

Thus.

Most of the Dragon Clan disciples outside the plaza all stood motionless, bodies trembling, watching this scene.

Even if they rush forward, would it help?

Merely fearless sacrifice.

Moreover, many of the Dragon Clan disciples outside did not even know what was happening.

...

In the field.

Of the remaining dozen or so fake saints, five died in the blink of an eye, leaving over half trembling as they looked at Fang Yu… Only now did they realize that the strength and cultivation of the person before them had long exceeded what they could comprehend.

Is this the Full Saint Realm?

Swish!

A sword dominates the sky!

Buzz.

Another head falls.

Chen Daotian couldn't help but cover his eyes, not wanting to see such a scene. Alas, life is full of slaughter. If I don't kill others, others will kill me. This reminded Chen Daotian of the scenes when he returned to Chen Family Village. People in Chen Family Village all looked down on him, ultimately descending into a situation of facing swords.

Some things cannot be solved by explanation and communication, only force is the ultimate journey.

"Is there anyone else!"

"Who else dares to step forward and fight me!"

Fang Yu's voice echoed throughout the plaza.

The so-called fake saint experts of the Dragon Clan couldn't help but step back.

The remaining half of fake saints, where would they dare to seek death?

The gap is too vast!

On the other side.

Ye Wenjun's attacks also became extremely fierce.

A relentless storm-like assault continually pierced toward Great Elder Feng Wutian.

Feng Wutian was completely unable to cope with the Second Elder, plus, having been severely struck by Fang Yu earlier, he was no match for Ye Wenjun.

"Sky-breaking Sword Light!"

A powerful cold qi-contained technique of Heaven Rank Battle Technique, falling sword shadows like snowfalls, hitting Feng Wutian.

Feng Wutian was drenched in sweat, seemingly exhausted.

"How could this be! So young, yet possessing such battle experience… this… is simply incredible!"

Elder Feng, who lived for thousands of years, also couldn't accept this heaven-defying youth.

In a situation of passive defense——

Ye Wenjun instead fought increasingly bravely!

Bang, bang, bang!

Regardless of the Inner Essence consumption, unmindful of the opponent's defense strength, unconcerned whether Feng Wutian held back.

In Ye Wenjun's view.

Her task was to seize Feng Wutian, even if she couldn't defeat him, to keep him unable to act for a while!

In fact.

The effect was achieved and completed perfectly.

One Sky-breaking Sword Light left Feng Wutian utterly defenseless...

Ye Wenjun couldn't help but be astonished... murmuring to herself, "When did I become so powerful?"

Three thousand years of cultivation, how could it be in vain?

Seeing Feng Wutian somewhat unable to withstand the defense, Ye Wenjun shouted again:

"Sky-saving Sword, Nine Layer!"

Buzz.

Buzz, buzz.

Under her control, the Water Cold Sword trembled incessantly.

The buzzing sound was constant.

Even Fang Yu heard it, involuntarily turning his head and exclaiming, "Wife, you're too ruthless… that old man is going to be beaten to tears by you!"

Ye Wenjun, particularly focused when acting, filtered out Fang Yu's words, seriously deploying the Nine Layer!

More dense than previous moves, the sword seal fell from the air!

One, two, three… nine...

"How… how is this possible! Is this Full Saint?" Feng Wutian exclaimed!

Seeing the sword light about to descend.

Still an ultimate Holy Artifact move, Feng Wutian felt extreme threat and pressure!

"Burn the Qi Sea!" Feng Wutian gritted his teeth and shouted.

At the same time.

Feng Wenfeng was also suffocated by the pressure of the Array.

Singly activating this powerful array, more consuming under the Second Layer Formation, Feng Wenfeng also felt fatigued—

"I'll fight too! Burn the Qi Sea!"

On both their bodies, a flame seemed to appear, bursting into flames, burning up.

The power surged suddenly!

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