Chapter 2012 - 2039: Massacre

Chapter 2012: Chapter 2039: Massacre

They didn’t expect that Ye Feng’s words would actually be true, that this so-called Dark Night Holy Palace secret tournament was nothing but a lie. The true purpose was to gather all the geniuses together and then kill these young Martial Artists, using their fortune to nourish the Heavenly Repairing Fruit, enhancing its quality. Everyone was just a stepping stone for the Yellow Sky Origin Saint Lord!

"Dark Night Holy Palace is too domineering? Not even allowing withdrawal, then let me break the barrier!" At this moment, an old man soared into the air, floating outside the arena, a strong Heavenly Saint at the late stage.

The old man’s aura rapidly ascended, preparing to shatter the barrier upon the arena and allow his juniors to escape.

"Crackling~" Suddenly, a thunder arc, flickering with blue light, instantly illuminated the surrounding heavens and earth.

In an instant, the colors of the universe changed, the thunder arc moved at an extreme speed, leaving the old man no time to resist, striking him instantly.

"Boom~~" A muffled sound followed; that late-stage Heavenly Saint old man didn’t even have time to scream before being instantly killed, reduced to powder, and it was the Thunderstorm Heavenly King who struck to kill this old man.

With a cold gaze, Thunderstorm Heavenly King looked at the people outside the arena and shouted loudly, "You group of idiots, you better not act rashly, don’t forget, Dark Night Holy Palace is the true overlord of the Northern Domain of Canglan Domain. Since you willingly joined the tournament, then obey honestly, otherwise, not only will those on the arena die, but your families behind you will also be annihilated!"

Upon hearing Thunderstorm Heavenly King’s words, those elders of the young Martial Artists revealed painful expressions in their eyes.

They knew they couldn’t save the juniors on the arena now; if they acted, they’d only implicate their families.

At this time, the Martial Artists on the arena already knew they had no way to escape from it, each loudly crying out to Saint Lord Huang Yuan: "Saint Lord, please spare us. We shouldn’t have vainly tried to compete with you for the Heavenly Repairing Fruit, we’re all willing to become your followers, as long as you’re willing to spare us, leave us alive!"

"No no! Saint Lord, I’m willing to become your slave, whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it, just spare me!"

Those Martial Artists kept begging, and the entire arena became incredibly chaotic in an instant.

"Shut up, all of you!" At this moment, Saint Lord Huang Yuan roared, his voice waves tremored outward, the terrifying aftermath exploding around, shaking the heavens and earth, the immense pressure stirring everyone’s hearts.

Saint Lord Huang Yuan loudly declared, "You group of trash, you’re not even at the Holy Sect level, what qualifications do you have to follow me? Become my stepping stones, become the nutrients for the Heavenly Repairing Fruit, it’s your honor!"

Then, Saint Lord Huang Yuan looked at the cold youth, the burly man, and the enchanting woman: "Kill! Leave none alive!"

"Yes!" The three nodded in unison, then raised their aura to the extreme, targeting everyone present.

At this moment, Huang Shaotian hurriedly said, "Brother, that kid dared to humiliate me earlier, I want to slowly kill him at last! And Bai Yue is my fiancée, don’t kill her!"

"Alright!" Saint Lord Huang Yuan nodded, then looked at the three: "Heard my brother’s words?"

"Understood!" The three spoke simultaneously, and once the words fell, they began to act. The pressure of the three Dao Sect experts exploded, three domains — Thunder Domain, Ice Domain, and Xuanshui Domain — stacked together.

Suddenly, the domain enveloped everyone present, the terrifying aura overwhelming them, making them unbearably uncomfortable. Coupled with the suppression of the Mountain and River Seal, they felt extremely painful, barely able to move or resist the three.

The three Dao Sect experts, like a tiger into a sheep herd, started a frenzied massacre, screams echoed in an instant.

One by one, Martial Artists were continuously killed by the three. The cold youth wielded a Frost Iron Sword, a top-grade Holy Artifact, with attacks sharp, infused with icy chill, wherever he went, a sword slashed through, a sword sealing the throat.

Heads continuously separated from bodies, falling onto the ground, people died consecutively.

The enchanting woman wielding a top-grade Holy Artifact dagger, moved mysteriously like a phantom, darting through the crowd, leaving trails of afterimages, striking death blows, the dagger piercing the opponents’ forehead straight.

And the burly man wielding a black blade, incredibly domineering with thunder entwined, attacked in bold and broad strokes, with immense force, each struck Martial Artist was directly shredded by the sharp blade radiance, mangled, dying tragically.

Meanwhile, Saint Lord Huang Yuan continued controlling his Mountain and River Seal, continually smashing onto the arena.

Once a Martial Artist was locked by the mountain peak transformed from the Mountain and River Seal, there’s almost no escaping, being crushed directly into a meat patty.

Screams echoed continuously, as one by one Martial Artists died, and their luck was continuously collected by the Holy Light Heavenly King and Thunderstorm Heavenly King, poured onto the Heavenly Repairing Holy Tree, subsequently nourishing the Heavenly Repairing Fruit.

The Heavenly Repairing Fruit gradually showed a hint of red, its quality improving, with the red becoming more vibrant and evident.

At this time, the entire arena instantly transformed into a living hell. Bai Yue knew she wouldn’t die, yet her face was still pale, couldn’t believe the Dark Night Holy Palace would be so vicious, having so many talented Martial Artists become stepping stones for Saint Lord Huang Yuan, using their luck to nourish the Heavenly Repairing Fruit.

On the arena, Hong Shan grinned, looking at the Holy Light Heavenly King and others, silently thinking, "Dark Night Holy Palace, after so many years, this domineering, ruthless style hasn’t changed. But this time, I’ve brought you an outstanding opponent; let’s see if you can withstand them!"

As those young Martial Artists kept dying, the sound grew quieter, and after a stick of incense time passed, only Huang Shaotian, Saint Lord Huang Yuan, the cold youth, burly man, enchanting woman, Ye Feng, and Bai Yue remained on the arena.

Huang Shaotian, excitedly looking at Bai Yue, along with Ye Feng, said, "You little bastard, now you know what fear is? Want to live?"

However, Ye Feng looked relaxed, "Fear? Just you few trash, can’t possibly make me afraid!"