You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

In Fei Yan's mind, there are only four people in the entire world who can rival the Netherworld God: Donghuang Taiyi, Xiangfei, Guiguzi, and Beimingzi.

You? Lu Zuo?

A young man who is barely in his early twenties?

Who is it?

On what grounds?

Lu Zuo raised his eyes to look at the mountain peak that Fei Yan had been gazing at earlier: "Is the Netherworld God Lord on that mountain?"

Feiyan shook her head: "I don't know, but all the core disciples of my Yin Yang School are imprisoned there."

"But Young Master Lu..."

Whoosh!

Before she could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind arose beside her, scattering Fei Yan's hair and clothes.

She froze, staring at the blurry, fast-moving figure, and exclaimed in astonishment, "He actually possesses such strength?"

……

At this moment, on another mountain peak, amidst the piles of rocks at the summit.

Dozens of core members of the Yin-Yang School have had their acupoints sealed and are imprisoned here.

In front of them, a dozen men sat cross-legged, their eyes slightly narrowed, circulating their qi and regulating their breathing.

Seeing that the people from the Netherworld Pavilion were meditating and adjusting their breathing without even glancing in their direction, the Grand Commander asked in a low voice:

"Lord Yunzhong, have you sent anyone to Xianyang to ask for help?"

Beside her, a middle-aged man with his back against a blue stone, his acupoints sealed and only able to move his neck and above, sighed, "Sent."

"But we can't get out."

"The main passages to and from Zhaixing Mountain are all controlled by the ghosts and demons of the Netherworld Pavilion and the experts of the Chu King's faction."

"We simply can't live without it."

"I am afraid……"

"Even if the King of Qin sends someone, they will be sent back by a ghost disguised as a disciple of the Yin-Yang School."

Upon hearing this, the High Priest sighed softly, "Then our only hope now lies with Senior Xiangfei, and we hope that Lord Dongjun..."

"it's useless."

Yun Zhongjun shook his head: "Even if Senior Xiangfei were to take action, she would still be no match for the current Netherworld God Lord."

"This guy's skill has suddenly increased dramatically for some reason, doubling in power compared to three years ago!"

"His attack on the Yin-Yang School was not only because he saw that Lord Donghuang had made a mistake in his practice, but also because of the Great Yin-Yang Star Chart on Xiangfei's body."

No wonder...

The Grand Master of Fate suddenly realized why the ghosts and humans of the Netherworld Pavilion were searching mountain after mountain, seemingly looking for something.

"Does this mean... our Yin-Yang School is beyond saving?"

Yun Zhongjun sighed, "Unless Lord Donghuang breaks through the Xuan Barrier, otherwise..."

Clang clang clang, thud thud...!

Before he could finish speaking, the sounds of metal clashing and fists colliding suddenly came from afar!

Whoosh!

The members of the Netherworld Pavilion who were guarding the pile of rocks immediately stood up and looked down the mountain with solemn eyes.

"Wow, that's fast!"

One of the men, wearing a ghost mask and with a slightly hunched posture, exclaimed in surprise, "The Yin-Yang School has more experts?"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a figure so fast it was almost indistinct shot down from the foot of the mountain, passing over the Netherworld Pavilion members present and arriving directly in front of the Grand Commander and the others.

bang bang bang...

A series of muffled thuds suddenly rang out, and the Great Master of Fate felt his body relax, as if a thousand-pound shackle had been removed, and he could move freely again.

She looked closely and saw a tall, handsome man holding a long sword. He had already released all the acupoints of the Yin-Yang School disciples and was standing not far in front of her.

"Is it you?"

The Grand Master of Fate clicked her tongue slightly. She had thought it was the return of the Eastern Emperor or the intervention of Senior Consort Xiang.

Unexpectedly...

But who is the person I've never paid attention to?

However, the Lord of the Underworld was nearby, so even if he released his pressure points, it would be of no use...

Crackling sound!

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang in my ears.

The Grand Master of Fate looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the long sword in Lu Zuo's hand split open instantly and floated in mid-air, spinning around him.

A Thousand Blades Flying Star!

Lu swung his left arm, his energy causing the shattered blade to snap!

Thousands of fragments, imbued with true essence, shone with a chilling light. Like a sudden storm of steel, they swirled and shrieked in the air, carrying an aura that seemed to tear everything apart, as they enveloped the dozen or so masked figures!

Puff puff puff...

Before the opponent could even react, the sharp blade tore through their protective aura, penetrating their body and then emerging from their back, creating puffs of blood mist under the moonlight.

In an instant!

The dozen or so members of the Netherworld Pavilion were riddled with wounds, their blood spurting out, casting a crimson glow under the moonlight.

"A dozen or so human ghosts, and a mountain spirit... wiped out in an instant?"

The Yin-Yang School members, including the Grand Master of Fate, were dumbfounded!

Those dozen or so ghosts and humans were one thing, but the Great Executioner was a being whose cultivation was no less than that of the Great Fate Master!

He... only used one strike?

"Could it be...?"

A flash of lightning seemed to strike Da Siming's mind, instantly realizing who the person who had killed Shao Xinggong, Da Xinggong, and Wu Yang was...

It's not Guiguzi!

It was this young man in front of me!

Lu Zuo retrieved the Thousand Blade fragments and turned to look at the Grand Commander: "Miss..."

Buzz!

suddenly!

A sudden buzzing sound arose, followed by a gust of wind that rolled in from behind the crowd, stirring up gravel and dust, and raising billowing clouds of smoke!

Lu Zuo suddenly turned around and looked up. He saw a man holding a long sword with a broken blade, wearing rusty armor, and surrounded by thick black energy, flying through the air and attacking him!

It was so fast that it arrived in the blink of an eye!

The man hovered high above, looking down from above. His long sword hummed and emitted billowing black energy before slashing down from the sky!

Clang!

Lu Zuo parried with his sword. In the instant their weapons clashed, he felt an immense force and a chilling coldness spread along the blade!

His gaze sharpened, and his true essence circulated rapidly along the circulation route of the Nine Yang Returning to Origin Great Method. A scorching aura burst forth from his palms, forcing back all the invading coldness.

"Is it blocked?"

"I never imagined that the Yin-Yang School would have such a master as yourself?"

"I am not a member of the Yin-Yang School." Lu Zuo flicked his wrist, and more than a dozen Thousand Blade Shards shot out, heading straight for the man in the air!

The man's eyes narrowed, and his body suddenly swung backward like a streak of arrows flying in reverse.

At the same time, the broken longsword in his hand danced swiftly in the air, drawing a curtain of cold light in front of him.

The thick ink aura surrounding him surged and swirled like a living thing, rapidly rotating around him, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a constantly flowing ink-colored protective barrier.

ding ding ding...

After a series of crisp sounds, more than a dozen Thousand Blade fragments were knocked down!

"Hmm, this knife is rather strange... Where is the person?"

Tsk!

A sharp whistling sound suddenly came from behind him. The man instantly realized something was wrong and tried to turn around and swing his sword, but it was too late!

Lu Zuo's Thousand Blades suddenly shone with a cold light, tearing through the surging ink energy like a bolt of lightning. It instantly pierced through the protective aura, entering from the back of his neck and exiting from his throat!

The fight between the two ended in just a few breaths.

The scene was completely silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths slightly agape, their eyes glued to that tall, imposing figure!

Even Guo Shang couldn't last two rounds against him?

Especially that aura of sorrow from the underworld, impervious to water and fire, and unyielding to swords and blades...

In his presence, it was torn apart as easily as a rag.

Who exactly is this person?

"Wandering the Heavens as a Tyrant, You Don't Understand My Joy" - Stunning writing style and a captivating plot!