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Chapter 202 Slaughtering the Saint in the Starry Sky!

How powerful are Imperial Weapons?
That was absolutely terrifying, capable of easily drying up galaxies and shattering star fields one after another. It was beyond description in any words, and even a quasi-emperor at the ninth level would find it difficult to withstand its power.

As long as one has not become an emperor, the role of imperial weapons should not be underestimated, as they can play a crucial role at critical moments.

If the Great Emperor of Chaos possessed an imperial weapon, what would he have to fear from the Seven Heroes of Chaos? What if seven quasi-emperors joined forces? With an imperial weapon, he could still annihilate them.

Now, Yang An's strength is comparable to that of a half-saint, and he wields an imperial weapon. Ordinary saints are no match for him and would be easily killed.

Even when facing a sage king, he would never be at a disadvantage.

He possesses the Great Refining Treasure Technique, which allows him to fully unleash the power of this stage's Imperial Weapon to its limit, unleashing ultimate divine might!

The ruthless Saint King of the Ruthless lineage clashed head-on with Yang An, coughing up blood and flying backward, his bones broken in pieces, a truly miserable sight. However, Yang An, having gained the upper hand, did not let up.

"kill!"

He took the initiative to attack, with the Chaos Green Lotus above his head, the Devouring Demon Jar in his hand, and the Black Gold Cauldron with Dragon Pattern under his feet. His equipment was so luxurious that even the ancient emperors were envious.

"With one thought, flowers bloom and you rule the world!"

Yang An only needed one glance to understand this Emperor-level secret technique. He poured his Dominator True Qi into the Devouring Demon Jar, which triggered certain marks. A peerless figure appeared, wearing a bronze mask, half crying and half laughing.

"The Heaven-Devouring Jar... it's the Great Emperor?!"

The ruthless lineage's Saint King was horrified, unable to imagine how Yang An had managed to awaken the mark of the Devouring Demon Jar.

Could it be that the other party is the true inheritor of the Ruthless Man's lineage?
He couldn't understand it!

But faced with the falling petals and countless blooming flowers, their crystal-clear petals dazzling, he dared not underestimate them, having already suffered a great loss before.

"Qiang!"

He donned a dark gold armor, a true sage's armor, which he had already refined to the level of a Saint King. In his hand appeared a blood-red longsword, left behind by the Great Saint of this lineage, a great sacred artifact. He slashed fiercely, his overwhelming sacred might sweeping across the sun, moon, and stars.

For a saint, having his bones and muscles broken is nothing; he can be reborn even if he only has a drop of blood left.

"Boom!"

The sky was completely shrouded in a blood-red ocean, with raging waves that swept up countless corpses. The Jiang family members were horrified when they saw this, and many of the figures were familiar.

"That was a king from the Central Plains three thousand years ago, who controlled the primordial energy that allowed all trees to grow. He had already cultivated to the level of a Great Perfection King and was hailed as the second God King! I never expected him to be dead!"

"That was the Queen Mother of the West from the Yaochi Holy Land. Legend has it that she had some characteristics of a congenital Dao fetus, and she was among them."

"Those are members of my Jiang family?!"

They were enraged when they saw the remains of their own people among them.

That ruthless lineage has truly committed countless evil deeds!
The endless sea of ​​blood collides with the blossoming of a flower, and a rain of flowers falls from the sky, creating a scene that is both eerie and sacred.

"boom!"

In an instant, cracks appeared within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, divine sounds resounded, as if the Great Dao had exploded, destroying everything around it, and even the Yao Guang Holy Land was almost pierced through.

In the moment of danger, the Holy Son of Yaoguang hurriedly mobilized people, sending members of the Heavenly Holy City and the Jiang family to take over the holy land and block the aftershocks of the saint.

At this point, no one had any objections, because the ancestor in the sky, who seemed to be the foundation of their own family, completely disregarded the Yao Guang Holy Land, treating them as nothing more than human beings, and constantly talking about annihilating them.

Even the most foolish people in the Holy Land of Yao Guang know who truly represents justice.

"Is it the Holy Land of Yao Guang?!"

The Ji family, their neighbor, was also alerted.

This energy fluctuation was terrifying; the entire Eastern Wilderness was at risk of being sunk. The current Holy Lord of the Ji family quickly activated the Void Mirror to observe the battle and capture its traces.

The figure that appeared above him greatly shocked him.

"The ruler Yang An?!"

"He made a move against the Yao Guang Holy Land, and the opponent he faced was a Saint King?!"

This news was absolutely explosive. A month ago, in the battle that broke out in the Holy City of Heaven, he killed the Dark Night King. Unexpectedly, only a month later, he has come to the Holy Land of Yao Guang again.

They've even forced the opponent to reveal their true strength; are they planning to annihilate them?

"Fortunately, my Ji family resolved our grievances with him long ago, otherwise we would have had a headache too." The Holy Lord of the Ji family was relieved and sighed, "Our ancestor's wisdom is indeed beyond our descendants."

"Wait a minute, something seems off."

At this moment, a senior elder of the Ji family frowned, pointed to the scene in the Void Mirror, and hesitated.

"Why is the Dragon Pattern Cauldron of the Yao Guang Holy Land being used by the enemy to suppress their powerful forces, even though it's in their hands? Could there be some unforeseen event behind this?"

A hush fell over the air. The Ji family members looked at each other in disbelief. The imperial soldiers had defected to the enemy and were now helping to fight their own people. They felt utterly bewildered, and their worldviews were shattered.

This was unimaginable for any extreme power. "Excellent! Excellent!!"

Faced with the Saint King's offensive, Yang An laughed, feeling the crisis for the first time, but he did not retreat an inch and launched a fierce attack.

A chaotic azure lotus rose above his head, and the divine battle robes on his body were no less impressive than any saint's armor, capable of resisting enemy attacks. Angelic wings spread behind him, making his speed astonishing, and he showed no fear of his opponent.

The two clashed in mid-air, their auras rising steadily, moving Jiang Taixu and the other two ruthless saints who were also fighting.

"Oh no! The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron has really betrayed us!"

They were extremely worried at the moment, their expressions gloomy.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Taixu revealed his astonishing strength. He had endured hardship in Purple Mountain for a long time and was already a saint in terms of cultivation, but he could not break through the tribulation. Otherwise, he would not be so old.

Now that he has recovered, the saint, who is over four thousand years old, is still at his peak, with vigorous blood and energy, much stronger than the two old saints. Once he activates the Battle Saint Technique, it evolves into countless forms, various battle techniques. The Hengyu Furnace in his hands transforms into a crimson-gold divine phoenix.

For four thousand years, the saying "Attack is number one" has become a reality, and a saint was instantly submerged.

"what!"

On the other side, the Saint King also screamed in agony, unable to dodge in time, his entire arm was severed, the white bones piled up and exposed.

Yang An became increasingly adept at wielding the three imperial weapons. He held the dragon-patterned cauldron as if it were his own arm, and casually unleashed a set of hammer techniques, evolving into a sun, moon, mountains, and rivers array pattern, and a true dragon was born.

His imposing presence was overwhelming, and he was like a great emperor incarnate, with rays of heavenly light descending upon him, exuding sacred majesty.

"Sinner, accept your fate of death!"

He plucked the Chaos Lotus, grasped its stem, and with a casual flick, unleashed the peerless spear technique inherent in the Spear of the Underworld. The lotus leaves were like spear tips, and when they bloomed, they could take lives, extremely dangerous, as if hell was calling and death was whispering.

The Chaos Lotus represents vitality, while the Spear of the Underworld represents death. The collision of vitality and death evolves into the Great Dao, causing this Saint King to retreat in defeat.

"Arrogant!" he gritted his teeth and sneered, brewing an unprecedented killing intent in his heart.

Having offended this kid, there's no turning back now.

Today, it's either you or me who dies!
The two pierced through the sky of the Eastern Wilderness. The azure sky, like a mirror, shattered instantly, revealing the dark, starry universe. They charged directly into the starry sky and clashed.

A fierce battle broke out, and facing a Saint King was a great test for Yang An, and he was growing every moment.

Such an opportunity is rare; not everyone can have three imperial weapons to protect them.

Even imperial princes and princesses don't have this kind of treatment; having an imperial weapon by one's side at all times is already a rare privilege.

Unable to kill the Sage King before him, Yang An could only let him attack. His spirit seemed to enter a profound and mysterious realm. He opened his Lord's Eye, seemingly able to grasp the Sage's every move and see through his future plans from a high vantage point.

"die!"

Yang An saw it; the Saint King was about to use a spiritual technique to attack his soul, so he took a risk.

This is the only chance. Even with an imperial weapon, there are weaknesses. The gap in spirit and soul is hard to bridge. If one wavers for even a moment, the opportunity can be seized to kill on the spot.

He had a very good plan, but unfortunately Yang An saw right through it.

Yang An deliberately created an opening, and the Saint King of the Ruthless lineage instantly unleashed his power. As if seeing hope, he brought down his blood-red longsword, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, creating a mental shock.

This is a kind of spiritual magic that can strike directly at a person's soul. In just a moment, it seems as if one has endured billions of years of torment and is sinking into eternal darkness.

"You are indeed exceptionally talented. Perhaps if you continue to grow, you could rival the Great Emperors and become a figure like Wushi or Qingdi. But it's over now!"

The Saint King's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he possessed absolute confidence. Yang An was unable to withstand this attack.

But things often turn out unexpectedly.

Yang An had already foreseen this future. How could he not be confident in guiding the Sage King toward this destiny? This was just a trap.

"The power of the gods is all-powerful! I walk in the heavens, which is the kingdom of the Lord, the will of the Lord, and I rule over all time and space, eternally and immortal!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, shattering the illusion. His mental will was far stronger than anyone could have imagined. Like the layers of elephant skin that his mind unconsciously condensed within, it was incredibly tough and could not be shaken even by those several realms higher than him.

The ruthless lineage's Saint King was stunned, never expecting this scene.

"You may die now, falling beneath the glory of the gods; this is the glory of your life!"

Yang An activated the Devouring Demon Jar to revive, and in close combat, he transformed into a streak of black light, giving Yang An no chance to react before unleashing his ultimate divine power.

A deafening roar spread across the starry sky, shining as brightly as a supernova, illuminating the Big Dipper. All the forces, large and small, on the Eastern Wilderness felt the terrifying energy fluctuations in the sky and couldn't help but look up.

A Saint King has fallen, causing the laws of heaven and earth to tremble, and there seems to be a sense of sorrow in the darkness.

Those who can become saints are all people with great fortune and great opportunities. The fall of such beings is a loss to heaven and earth. The essence of the dead saint king dissipates and tends to nourish this star field.

But Yang An intercepted them.

(End of this chapter)