My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 126 The Holy Son Comes from the North, I'll Become a Grandmaster, That's All

The newcomer was none other than Xiahou Yang, the Holy Son of the Demonic Sect!

Months ago, the entire martial arts world of Lan Kingdom was in turmoil because of Xiahou Yang.

Because he traveled to several states, challenging many first-rank grandmasters, hoping to forge an invincible path.

Eight Grandmasters of the First Rank died by his blade, shaking the surrounding areas and terrifying all heroes.

A month ago, three Grandmasters of the first rank, in a fit of rage, joined forces to kill Xiahou Yang, but were defeated by him, with two dead and one seriously injured!

After this news spread, no Grandmaster of the First Rank dared to face him directly. If they heard that he had come to their prefecture, they would quickly flee and hide to avoid being found and killed by him.

Everyone says that unless a Celestial Being intervenes, he is virtually invincible. Unfortunately, Lan Kingdom is the stronghold of the Demonic Sect, and the Celestial Being experts in the imperial court and the martial arts world are all restrained by several lineage leaders of the Demonic Sect, preventing them from acting freely.

Furthermore, in order not to scare away his challengers prematurely, Xiahou Yang began to pay attention to concealing his whereabouts. A first-grade grandmaster who deliberately hides and sneaks around is rarely discovered. Without accurate intelligence, it is impossible for a Celestial Realm expert to personally search for him all over the world. If he did, the leader of the Demonic Sect would not be a pushover...

Fengyun Manor.

A somber atmosphere permeated the area, and the disciples in the manor trembled with fear.

"Is that the Holy Son of the Demonic Sect? I heard he was far away in the Southeast last month, so why is he here today?"

"I heard he killed several first-grade grandmasters; he's extremely powerful. I wonder what the manor lord thinks..."

"Keep your voice down! Let's retreat to the back of the mountain so we don't get involved."

"Senior Brother Fu, as the master's personal disciple, you actually plan to desert your post in the face of battle?!"

"I'm not running away, but I'm afraid of becoming a burden to my master if I stay here. After all, we're not even third-grade grandmasters, and the aftershocks of their fight alone could seriously injure us."

“This… Senior brother is right! I’ll go to the back mountain with you!”

"Let's go!"

"..."

The whispers of his disciples carried on the wind, which made Yue Dingshan's face turn ugly. However, he had no time to reprimand his disciples at this moment. His gaze was like a nail, fixed on Xiahou Yang, and he dared not be distracted for a moment.

"Xiahou Yang, I do not wish to fight you. If you agree to retreat, I will offer you a thousand-year-old precious herb, a hundred top-grade dragon horses, and ten cartloads of food..."

“Since I’m here, I have only one purpose,” Xiahou Yang interrupted him, “and that is, to kill you!”

Yue Dingshan's heart sank. "No room for negotiation?"

"What do you think?"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yue Dingshan's expression turned cold. As a first-grade grandmaster, he also had his own dignity. If he wanted to back down and beg, he would have said one sentence.

Without another word, his blood and energy exploded!

"Boom!"

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, a surging wave of air spread out from his body, as if a concentric circle had suddenly exploded!

On the vast bluestone plaza, countless grains of sand flew up, hundreds and thousands of bluestones were lifted up and scattered into the sky, turning into a terrifying sandstorm with the raging air currents, sweeping wildly in all directions.

The disciples watching from afar were horrified, forced to retreat by the shockwave. Those with weaker cultivation were blown to the ground, their blood and qi churning violently.

"Come on!"

"Don't just stand there like idiots! We can't help Master, we'll only be a burden to him!"

"Get out, all of you!"

"..."

The disciples hurriedly ran to a more distant place, but as they ran, some of them looked back with worried expressions.

"Let this old man test the skills of you, the renowned Yang Saint!"

Yue Dingshan held the gun in one hand and thrust it forward suddenly!

The coiled dragon spear let out a deafening roar, its shaft trembling and causing the surrounding air currents to converge wildly.

In an instant, an extremely condensed golden beam of energy burst forth from the tip of the spear. Initially only as thick as a child's arm, it transformed in an instant into a giant golden dragon with bared fangs and claws!

Wherever the golden dragon passed, the air exploded repeatedly, and the ground was plowed with a trench that was hundreds of feet long and several feet deep.

Faced with this shot that seemed to pierce through mountains and rivers, Xiahou Yang drew his sword with a clang.

The knife is dark red, with a thick back and a thin blade, and is three feet and four inches long.

With the knife in hand, he took a step forward and slashed down fiercely!
A blood-red blade aura, condensed to its extreme, burst forth, falling to the earth like a crimson meteor tearing through the sky!

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the airflow was forcibly cleaved in two, and visible white waves of energy rolled out to both sides. The air twisted and steamed, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The gale carried broken stones and wood backwards, making the houses in the distance sway precariously.

laugh! !

The moment the blade energy collided with the golden dragon, it was as if a giant blade had sliced ​​through tofu, easily cutting the latter in two.

Then, with its momentum still strong, like a meteor trailing its tail, it charged straight towards Yue Ding Mountain with an indomitable and domineering spirit!
Yue Dingshan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted loudly, parrying with his spear.

"clang!!"

A deafening explosion rang out!

The coiled dragon spear bent violently, emitting a low groan of unbearable strain. Yue Dingshan felt an overwhelming force travel along the spear shaft, his body being struck as if by an ancient giant elephant. He was sent flying backward, crashing into two high walls before barely managing to stop his retreat. He knelt on one knee amidst the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the dust in front of him.

"How could he be...so strong?!" He looked down at his split tiger's mouth, his arms trembling.

Just one knife!

One stab and he was almost seriously injured!

Despite being the same first-rank martial artist, they are worlds apart!
"You are weaker than I expected."

Xiahou Yang let out a soft sigh, the sound of which echoed in all directions. Anyone who heard his words could feel the deep regret in his heart.

"you!"

Yue Dingshan was furious. Being defeated was bad enough, but to be attacked in spirit was even worse!
Seeing Yue Dingshan's impotent rage, Xiahou Yang shook his head slightly and said, "So weak, he's of no use at all for sharpening a knife. He's a complete waste. Since he's a waste, he should die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the second strike came crashing down.

This strike was like a hundred or a thousand volcanoes erupting simultaneously, a vast and incomparable dark red blade of light, like a world-destroying fire tearing through the sky, slashing down fiercely!

Wherever the blade's edge passed, the air was scorched, distorted, and blurred, emitting a sizzling sound.

"Ahhh!!"

Yue Dingshan's eyes were bloodshot, and blood spurted from the corners of his eyes. He unleashed all his blood and true energy, and the spear in his hand emitted a sharp whistle like a dragon's roar. It pierced through layers of white air waves and collided with the blade light with a loud bang!
Rumble!
As if a meteorite had struck a mountain, a giant mushroom cloud rose up with a deafening roar.

Under the powerful shockwave, the entire Fengyun Manor collapsed in large sections, the earth surged like waves, mud dragons tumbled and shook, and a rumbling sound came from the distant mountains, boulders rolled down, and the earth shook violently!

Hehe~

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in from high above, dispersing the dust and mist on the bluestone square.

There, hundreds of deep ravines, each hundreds of feet long, crisscrossed the landscape. In the midst of the ruins, piled with mud and bluestone, a long spear with a coiled dragon was stuck diagonally into the ground, and a blood-soaked hand was tightly gripping it.

"The...the...third strike!"

Almost a murmur rang out, blood welling in Yue Dingshan's eyes as his lower body was completely severed. He stared intently at Xiahou Yang, "I'm waiting for your third strike..."

Clang!
He sheathed his long sword and turned away indifferently.

"Puff~"

Yue Dingshan could no longer hold on, and his remaining upper body fell straight into the ruins. His hands loosened and fell to the ground, and the coiled dragon spear trembled softly, as if it were mourning the death of its master.

"Master!!"

Not far away, several disciples who hadn't escaped too far saw their master die such a tragic death and couldn't help but kneel down and weep bitterly.

A quarter of an hour later, the vast Fengyun Manor was filled with the sound of weeping. Everyone was filled with grief and indignation, and everyone was also terrified.

However, Xiahou Yang did not see this scene. He walked out of the manor unhurriedly, and a woman in red bowed respectfully, "Holy Son".

Xiahou Yang nodded slightly, about to say something, when suddenly a hawk flew down from the sky.

"It's a message from the Holy Church!"

The maid in red quickly stepped forward, took the note tied to the eagle's claw, unfolded it, and her face changed drastically, her hands trembling violently.

Xiahou Yang frowned. "What is it?"

The maid in red glanced at him, her eyes filled with fear and worry, "Holy Son..."

"Don't make me say it a second time," Xiahou Yang said, displeased.

"Yes, it's Yin Shengzi... dead," the red-clad maid whispered.

Buzz! !
"He's dead?!"

Xiahou Yang's eyes instantly turned blood red, as if they were filled with boundless rage. The long sword in his hand seemed to sense its master's anger and emitted a series of buzzing sounds.

"give it to me!"

"Yes Yes!"

The maid in red stepped forward, holding her breath, and handed the note to Xiahou Yang, who took it and glanced at it.

Boom!
The next second, a ball of flame engulfed the note, and a cloud of ash drifted into the air.

"He's dead! He's really dead! Huang Tian? I will kill you!"

Xiahou Yang laughed in fury, "Let's go to Daqian, to Qinzhou!"

The maid in red hesitated, then said, "Holy Son, the Master wants you to test your skills in the Kingdom of Lan..."

Xiahou Yang said coldly, "I will write to my master to explain. He will understand me. As for testing the sword in Lan Kingdom, it's the same if I kill Huang Tian and then return."

The maid in red was still somewhat worried. They acted without restraint within the Lan Kingdom because it was the Holy Sect's stronghold, with immense power spanning all the states. They were not worried about any Celestial Realm experts suddenly attacking them.

But things would be different once they went to the Great Qian Dynasty. If their whereabouts were revealed, it would likely attract the attention of powerful Celestial Realm experts belonging to the Great Qian Dynasty. At that time, the two of them would surely die—even the strongest First-Rank Grandmaster could not defeat a Celestial Realm expert!
Throughout history, only Yin Fenghai, with his first-rank status, could kill a Celestial in a direct confrontation!
Although that celestial being was seriously injured before fighting him, an injured celestial being is still a celestial being!

Xiahou Yang, though also exceptionally talented, was worlds apart from Yin Fenghai, who appeared only once every few thousand or tens of thousands of years in the Five Realms.

Xiahou Yang knew what the red-clad maid was worried about, and said, "You stay here. I will sneak away alone, kill Huang Tian, ​​and return immediately without stopping. Even if a Celestial Realm expert wants to kill me, it will be too late."

"This servant will accompany you, young master..."

"No need. Your presence will only slow me down and increase the risk of being exposed."

Fengyun Manor is located in Dazhou, on the northern border of Lan Kingdom, and is connected to Daqian. It only takes twenty days to travel from here to Kunyun County, Qin Prefecture by riding a dragon horse!
On the 20th, he returned immediately after killing the man.

Even if the news leaks out, by the time it reaches the ears of the Celestials, he will have already returned to the Lan Kingdom.

The maid in red hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "May the Holy Son behead that man and return safely."

Xiahou Yang looked northward, as if he could see Huang Tian in the Great Qiankun Yun County, and said coldly, "Killing him is easy."

……

……

"Killing him is so easy?"

Looking at Xiahou Yang in the picture, Huang Tian gently shook his head.

If it could fly right in front of me now, killing me wouldn't be too difficult.

Xiahou Yang's strength was almost at the very top of the world's first-grade grandmaster level, so he was able to defeat and kill Yue Dingshan of Fengyun Manor with just two strikes.

Huang Tian estimated his combat strength to be around the middle level of the first rank, neither at the bottom nor at the very top. In terms of strength, he was slightly stronger than Yue Dingshan.

In other words, if Xiahou Yang appeared in front of him immediately, he could kill him in three or four strikes.

pity.

"It will take you about twenty days to get here from Lan Kingdom..."

Twenty days later, everything was very different.

Because, as a fourth-rank official, I cannot defeat you.

However, the third rank is different.

"You're just over ten days away from breaking through, you've come at just the right time..."

Huang Tian sighed, then turned off the screen and began to focus on his cultivation.

Time flies like water, and eighteen days have passed in the blink of an eye.

This day.

In a quiet room at the Zhenwuwei Hundred-Household Office in Funing County.

Huang Tian sat cross-legged on a futon, quietly regulating his breathing for half an hour until his aura became smooth and clear. Only then did he slowly open his eyes and take out a warm and jade-like pill from a crystal-clear pill bottle beside him.

It is indeed the Precious Elephant Sacred Embryo Pill!
Although he intuitively felt that he could break through without pills, why not use the precious pills that were right here?

"it's time."

He smiled slightly, put the Precious Elephant Sacred Embryo Pill into his mouth. The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, turning into a warm current that flowed down his throat. The medicinal power spread in his abdomen, without the violent impact he had imagined. Instead, it gently permeated his limbs and bones like spring rain nourishing the earth.

"Wow~"

The body's Qi and blood naturally become active, as if a frozen river is awakening in spring. The Qi and blood flow joyfully through the meridians, making a pleasant sound like the babbling of flowing water.

Almost at the same moment, the spiritual energy outside the quiet room seemed to be drawn in, surging towards him like a tidal wave.

The violent spiritual energy surged into his body, but upon contact with the medicinal power of the Precious Elephant Embryo Pill and his own blood and qi, it softened and transformed into gentle true qi, circulating throughout his body along with the mighty river of true qi.

A layer of shimmering white light emanated from his skin, a light as warm and smooth as jade, enveloping him in a hazy glow. This light was as clear and gentle as moonlight, illuminating the entire quiet room.

a moment.

"Pfft~"

A very soft sound, like a bottleneck breaking, suddenly rang in his mind.

"A third-grade Grandmaster, achieved!"

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