Chapter 587 349: Peerless Dominance, the Might of a Martial Saint (Part 2)

The woman in purple could turn a blind eye, but he could not.

After all, those awakened soldiers of the Changming Empire were once living beings of the Central Plains World.

Lu Mingyuan had his conflicts with the Changming Emperor in the past. They had argued and even fought, but that was an internal matter for the Human Race.

But for these Outer Realm Evil Demons from the Celestial Court to interfere was another matter entirely.

Faced with the Evil God's invasion and slaughter, all factions of the Human Race should unite and face the external threat together.

The woman in purple, who had already flown out over the sea, turned back. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. 'He actually dared to follow? And now he's trying to save someone from so many of the Evil God's old followers? Does he have a death wish? Acting like this will surely draw the attention of numerous Demon Generals.'

In her eyes, these Demon Generals under the Evil God's command were extremely difficult to deal with. Each one was immensely powerful and possessed a nearly Undying Body.

"You're courting death!"

A twin-horned Yaksha roared, a destructive aura erupting from its body.

In the blink of an eye, a flash of sword light decapitated it.

An Immortal Sword, shimmering with a green luster and a hundred meters long, cleaved down from the clouds as if to split the heavens.

Yun Qinghe's wide sleeves billowed in the wind as she formed a Sword Technique seal and followed close behind.

"I can handle these scumbags myself."

Lu Mingyuan had already become a Martial Saint, his might shaking the world, making him someone not to be trifled with in the eyes of countless Cultivators.

How could she appear weak in comparison?

She was just one step away from advancing to the True Monarch realm.

With her Immortal Sword in hand, she had the power to fight even a Thirteenth Realm Great Demon!

However, these experts from a bygone era reacted with extreme speed, immediately gathering to launch a counterattack.

Nearly a hundred Asuras gathered, unleashing a potent Dark Power. A strange, cursed aura permeated the air, forming a torrent of black energy that surged toward Lu Mingyuan.

The surviving Yaksha experts performed an ancient Secret Technique from the Middle Ages, actually piecing themselves together to form a thousand-zhang-tall Yaksha Giant. Wreathed in a vast Power of Darkness, it threw a devastating punch.

This strange Curse Power was the innate ability of the Ancient Witch Race. It was utterly bizarre and unpredictable; once afflicted, even a supreme expert could inexplicably lose their life.

The crowd of Evil God's experts chanted obscure Curses, condensing their Essence, Qi, and Spirit and infusing it into the void.

All these moves had long been lost to time, every one of them an ancient Magic from a bygone era.

"Cursed Hand."

Space trembled violently and a fissure tore open. A massive, grayish-brown hand emerged, carrying with it an endless cursed aura that could seize one's very soul.

"Not good."

The moment the grayish-brown hand appeared, all the Sword Qi Yun Qinghe had released dissipated into thin air. Her Life Essence Qi began to drain away rapidly, the effect extending toward her physical body.

Yun Qinghe's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly cut off all her Mana and retreated at top speed.

'This thing will drain me dry.'

"Die."

The twin-horned Yaksha giant, formed from numerous Bone Race experts, let out a furious roar. Its fist, coalesced with immense Yin Qi, smashed toward Yun Qinghe's body.

Just then, an aura of ultimate Supreme Yang and unyielding power appeared. The towering, majestic phantom of the Venerable Thunder God materialized in front of Yun Qinghe.

"Thunder, come!"

Lu Mingyuan shouted, channeling the Thunder Profound Techniques to draw lightning into his saber. He unleashed an incredibly domineering Thunder Technique and unfurled his Dao Realm Form.

Streaks of golden lightning appeared, carrying world-destroying might as they brutally struck the grayish-brown hand.

With each bolt of lightning that struck, a portion of the Curse Power condensed in the grayish-brown hand dissipated.

"AHHH!"

In a bizarre twist, the grayish-brown hand let out an extremely shrill scream as it was attacked, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

BANG.

The Yaksha Giant's fist shattered, and the condensed Yin Qi completely dispersed.

The spatial fissure in mid-air continued to expand. One after another, grayish-brown hands reached out from within. The scene was terrifying, as if the gates of Hell had been thrown open and countless Fierce Ghosts were about to crawl out.

"Hmph."

Lu Mingyuan let out a heavy, cold snort. He activated the Divine Saber Zhu Xie, pushing the Destructive Thunder Punishment to its absolute limit.

Golden orbs of lightning condensed and flew toward the spatial fissure before exploding violently.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Under such a ferocious assault, the spatial fissure instantly shattered, and all the grayish-brown hands vanished like smoke.

PFFT.

With their Secret Technique broken, all the Evil God's experts suffered a backlash and coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

The Yaksha Giant, too, could not withstand the power of the Thunder and instantly exploded. It turned into a field of shattered bones; most of them lost their lives and turned to ash, with only a very small number surviving.

The Thunder Technique, which contained the true essence of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, was ultimate in its Supreme Yang and unyielding nature—the perfect counter to strange Demon Fiends.

"I'll give it my all to take you down with me!"

The surviving Asuras and Yakshas flew in front of Lu Mingyuan, intending to self-destruct.

A flash of disdain crossed Lu Mingyuan's eyes. "In front of me, you think you'll have the chance to self-destruct?"

As he spoke, a powerful Saber Ruins Dao Realm Form surged from his body, instantly sealing the entire area within a ten-li radius.

Even the rampaging power within that expert's body was sealed along with it.

During his year of secluded cultivation, the number of Profound Techniques Lu Mingyuan had comprehended reached one hundred thousand. The range of his abilities had expanded from ten paces to ten li, and the power of all Divine Techniques unleashed through his Sword Dao had increased dramatically.

"How is this possible?!"

The twin-horned Yaksha General was utterly shocked, finding the situation completely unbelievable.