Chapter 420 - 406: Me, the Dark Turmoil, the Original Source?

Chapter 420: Chapter 406: Me, the Dark Turmoil, the Original Source?

"An enemy like this... we’re no match for him!"

The enemy forces trembled, a subtle chaos brewing within their ranks.

The Golden Tai Chi Diagram pulsed, grinding away all the Dharma Aspects.

Fang Yang continued his dive, thunder and fire intertwining around him, his presence earth-shatteringly powerful.

He simply bulldozed through everything, charged and slaughtered everyone, unleashing a massacre to kill every last one of his foes!

BANG—

Fang Yang brought his lance down, bearing down on Zhong Zunyang.

"No! The High Priest said destiny was on my side!" Zhong Zunyang’s face turned crimson as he struggled with all his might, but his efforts were futile, turning to dust as his last breath faded.

He was dead.

"To think you’re a Fire Dao Grandmaster..." Xiao Sanxuan couldn’t stop coughing up blood, yet a smile graced his lips.

From the moment he’d set foot on the path to ascendancy, he had been prepared to fall.

And to die by a Fire Skill was, in his eyes, a great stroke of fortune.

The battle lance was stained with blood as Xiao Sanxuan’s five Grotto Heavens shattered one after another.

His entire body began to annihilate, fading into transparency before exploding with a BOOM, transforming into a multitude of Anomalous Flames that then dissipated.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Fang Yang burst forth, a dominant force like a demon god incarnate.

With but a casual gesture, he had obliterated Zhong Zunyang and Xiao Sanxuan.

One had to remember that these two were top-tier figures, ranked among the upper echelons of the young Great Saint Sequence.

Yet at Fang Yang’s hands, they couldn’t even last a few rounds.

In a single instant, the assembled prodigies were routed, retreating in a mad frenzy.

Ordinarily, this group of young Great Saints were all arrogant figures who looked down upon the world.

But now, before Fang Yang, they seemed to be in a constant state of panic, all of them routing and fleeing as blood spattered the air—a truly shocking sight.

The scene left everyone utterly dumbfounded.

The enemy army fell into complete disarray, their retreat turning into an unstoppable rout.

...

"Follow me!"

The White Tiger Demon Lord roared, all thoughts of devouring Fang Yang’s Soul forgotten.

He roared into the air. With a hum, silver runes surged out like a tidal wave, sweeping in all directions and enveloping Lin Xianfan.

Lin Xianfan took a deep breath and hurried to follow.

Even Xiao Sanxuan had fallen so easily at Fang Yang’s hands. As the fifth in the sequence of the Ten Thousand Flames Hall, Lin Xianfan naturally had no courage to face Fang Yang.

"Seventh Brother, stay close to me." The Eldest Princess clenched her jaw as a pair of fiery divine wings appeared on her back. They unfurled, propelling her forward at extreme speed. The astonishing boom of wind and thunder erupted around her as her entire body became wreathed in a crimson, divine light.

Behind her, the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty transformed into a massive winged dragon, following closely, terrified of being left behind.

Besides them, the other young Great Saints also sprang into action.

At this moment, even with the extreme speed granted by his Kunpeng wings, it was impossible for Fang Yang to hunt down every single young Great Saint.

Even with Su Xi, Jiuming, and Ling He making their moves, he could only choose between the White Tiger Demon Lord and the Great Xuan’s Eldest Princess.

Should he kill the Great Xuan’s Eldest Princess, or the White Tiger Demon Lord?

Fang Yang didn’t hesitate for a second. He decisively shot off in pursuit of the White Tiger Demon Lord!

「Meanwhile.」

The White Tiger Demon Lord had originally thought his cunning scheme would mislead Fang Yang into choosing to kill the Great Xuan’s Eldest Princess and the Seventh Prince.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, those two were far more valuable targets.

He never expected Fang Yang to come after him instead.

This turn of events immediately filled the White Tiger Demon Lord with shock, fury, and dread.

"Fang Yang, are you truly bent on total annihilation? Take one more step, and I swear I’ll inflict a grievous wound upon your Dao foundation!" the White Tiger Demon Lord roared again and again.

Fang Yang offered no response, simply beating his Kunpeng wings to continue his deadly charge.

In a flash, veteran experts from the Red Flame Demon Country shot up, intending to buy the White Tiger Demon Lord time to escape.

But they couldn’t even withstand the force of the wind from his passage before turning to dust, let alone actually blocking Fang Yang.

With a WHOOSH, Lin Xianfan was abandoned by the White Tiger Demon Lord, left hanging in the void to serve as an obstacle for Fang Yang.

At that moment, Lin Xianfan’s face was a mask of astonishment, his eyes burning with fury.

There was but the sound of wind whistling past, and Lin Xianfan transformed into a ball of fire, his life force extinguished, dissipating on the spot.

To slaughter a young Great Saint was as simple as eating a meal or drinking water.

Such an effortless display left countless onlookers speechless, struck into absolute silence.

"Fang Yang, you’re forcing my hand!"

The White Tiger Demon Lord’s face twisted into a savage snarl. With a great roar, soundwaves like an ocean and a chaotic storm of runes surged forth, inundating the space before him.

At the same time, a Soul River began to flow, suffused with permeating Geng Metal Qi, forming a killing Array.

No, that wasn’t a killing Array, but a massive Teleportation Array!

He had actually inscribed an Array onto his own body—a Teleportation Array.

At this very moment, the White Tiger Demon Lord was actually planning to abandon his White Tiger body—a vessel that had seized countless fortuitous opportunities—as the price to escape Fang Yang’s pursuit.

Seeing this, a baleful aura began to emanate from Fang Yang.

The reason his killing intent toward the White Tiger Demon Lord ran so deep was precisely because the fiend’s aptitude and talent were extraordinary, and his disposition and courage were second to none.

A foe like that had to be eliminated as soon as possible—suppressed and utterly destroyed!

Suddenly, a glimmer of surprise flashed in Fang Yang’s eyes.

It was because the White Tiger Demon Lord’s Soul and body were rigidly locked together, unable to separate smoothly.

This was the price he was paying for the counter-attack he had suffered at the hands of Qi Xuanxian.

"Qi Xuanxian!" the White Tiger Demon Lord roared in frustration, then turned to charge Fang Yang.

BANG—

High in the void, a divine light shone with dazzling brilliance, cascading down like a vast, silver waterfall.

Fang Yang stood alone, wreathed in starlight.

He held the Crimson Purple Battle Lance in one hand, having pierced it through the center of the White Tiger Demon Lord’s brow, nailing him to the void itself.

Rivulets of incredibly pure White Tiger blood flowed down the lance’s shaft, a shocking sight that lent the weapon a strange, terrible beauty.

It was a staggering tableau. Everyone stood frozen like statues. No matter how many years passed, anyone who witnessed this scene tonight would find it impossible to forget, for it was seared into their minds, an indelible brand upon their hearts.