Chapter 721: Wielding the Brush to Slay Enemies, Beyond Imagination

“You indeed have not offended me, but I am quite curious about you.”

A vast and boundless voice echoed once more, its tone carrying an indescribable dominance, that condescending attitude bringing immense pressure upon the Blood Prison Saint, Fang Xuan, and the others.

The mysterious beast shadow within the Yellow Heaven Golden Rain continued to spiral, while distant cries echoed from within, as if from tens of thousands of souls.

The Blood Prison Saint was just about to speak, but seeing Gu An raise his head, he immediately shut his mouth and refrained from replying.

The others also turned to Gu An, waiting for the battle that was about to unfold.

Sin tilted his head, his gaze fixed curiously on the towering figure in the distance, his eyes filled with interest.

Compared to the upcoming fight, he was more intrigued about the opponent’s cultivation realm.

“All of you who have ascended to the Yellow Heaven, while the battle has yet to begin, you better retreat now. Cultivating for thousands and tens of thousands of lifetimes isn’t easy, don’t let it all go to waste in a single moment.”

Gu An’s voice rang out. Though it didn’t have the overwhelming force of the towering figure’s voice, it was clear and allowed everyone to hear it distinctly.

As soon as he spoke, all the cries within the Yellow Heaven Golden Rain abruptly ceased.

The entire void fell silent in an instant.

That towering figure lowered his head, gazing down at Gu An, seemingly surprised by his words, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to dare speak to him in such a way.

“Do you know my name?” The vast voice asked again, with a hint of mockery in its tone.

Gu An chuckled and said, “What, fellow Daoist, you want to report your realm to pressure me?”

He had just recently broken through and was itching for a fight to showcase his abilities.

He had already reached the Dao Extreme Grand Luo Immortal Realm, and even if he needed to be cautious, such an existence wouldn’t be this figure, and certainly not someone from within the Yellow Heaven ascendants.

Among all the countless karmic ties linked to the Yellow Heaven ascendants, even the strongest they could summon would be nothing more than an ant before him.

“Seems you have something to rely on. In that case, I’ll give you a chance. Speak then, which faction or which divine being gave you the confidence to stand against the Yellow Heaven ascendants?”

The vast voice asked, seemingly cautious, but its tone was laced with ridicule.

If the Blood Prison Saint and the others truly had some great backing, they wouldn’t have suffered repeated injuries over the past few hundred thousand years, forced to hide here.

The Yellow Heaven ascendants were indeed interested in Hunyuan Dao Emperors, but they never acted recklessly. They had already observed the Blood Prison Saint and the others, confirmed that they had no great backers like the Xuanji Emperor, and only then dared to make a move.

Moreover, judging by the karmic traces of these seven, no matter how they calculated, none reached the Golden Immortal level. They were just some fortunate cultivators from a great world, nothing more.

“If you still refuse to withdraw, then I can only take it that you are determined to remain ignorant.”

Gu An didn’t answer the vast voice’s question and instead gave another warning.

The vast voice chuckled in anger and said, “This universe has already been sealed by us. You can only rely on yourselves. Although you’ve hidden your aura, if you truly have the ability to take them away, why not just leave directly?”

As his words fell, the countless cries within the Yellow Heaven Golden Rain resumed, and those divine beast shadows accelerated, clearly on the verge of launching an attack.

The golden mist shrouding the falling star began to churn violently, the star itself trembling, as if it might shatter at any moment.

The Blood Prison Saint, Fang Xuan, and the others grew even more tense. Staring at that towering figure, they couldn’t imagine how the battle would unfold.

Even if Gu An won, it would surely be a fierce struggle. They didn’t know if they would survive it.

Gu An shook his head. He had already given them a chance. Since they insisted on seeking death, he could only reluctantly claim their lifespans.

“In that case, allow me to personally witness your…”

The vast voice echoed again, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted.

However, before he could finish speaking, Gu An suddenly raised the Pen of Destiny and drew a stroke towards the sky, like a drunken Immortal Poet splashing ink across the heavens.

With just one stroke, the golden mist that had blocked the starry sky ahead was instantly scattered. True forms of dragons, phoenixes, qilins, and other divine beasts had just appeared when they disintegrated into ashes. That towering figure also revealed his true body.

It was a middle-aged man clad in a wide black robe, larger than the entire falling star, with stars as his pupils. Faced with Gu An's stroke, he had no time to react, only instinctively widening his eyes.

Boom—

His towering body exploded into dust. As the Yellow Heaven Golden Rain dissipated, it was as if a vast golden ocean had been cleaved apart, forming two magnificent streams of golden light in the universe, like the eyes of the cosmos opening.

【You have successfully seized 190,872,902,371 years of lifespan from the Unresentful Immortal Emperor (late-stage Measuring the Heavens Golden Immortal Realm).】

【You have successfully seized 280,111,904 years of lifespan from the Essence-Devouring Profound Flood Dragon (mid-stage Vast Heaven Free Immortal Realm).】

【You have successfully seized 170,892,417 years of lifespan from Chen Tao (peak Innate Golden Immortal Realm).】

【You have successfully seized 31,000,823 years of lifespan from the Ancient Changlin (early-stage Profound Origin Free Immortal Realm).】

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One prompt after another crazily popped up before Gu An’s eyes. The towering figure that had spoken with him was none other than the Unresentful Immortal Emperor.

The one who came wasn’t his true self, but Gu An’s Pen of Destiny was a supreme treasure of karma, directly following the karmic link and erasing the true body of the Unresentful Immortal Emperor hidden within the Yellow Heaven ascendants.

Not only him, but also thousands of major cultivators of the Yellow Heaven ascendants guarding outside the universe were all slain by Gu An.

Since they were enemies, Gu An wouldn’t show mercy.

The Yellow Heaven Golden Rain quickly scattered, and the trembling falling star began to calm, with everything falling into silence.

The Blood Prison Saint, Fang Xuan, and the others stood dumbfounded, even those who had seen Gu An fight before, like the Blood Prison Saint and Fang Xuan, were shocked.

Sin didn’t look as exaggerated, but his eyes were shining, fists clenched tightly, his whole body trembling with excitement.

Gu An turned around, looked at the Blood Prison Saint, and smiled, “The trouble is solved, let’s go.”

Sin immediately flashed to his side, and the Blood Prison Saint came running after regaining his senses. Worried, he cautiously asked, “Master, didn’t you say this universe was surrounded by the Yellow Heaven ascendants? What about the enemies outside?”

The others also snapped out of it, nervously looking at Gu An.

Gu An waved his sleeve, taking the Blood Prison Saint and Sin with him, but his voice still lingered, drifting into the ears of Fang Xuan and the other six:

“No need to worry, they’re all dead.”

Hearing this, Fang Xuan and the others once again felt it was beyond belief.

One cultivator raised his hand subconsciously, mimicking Gu An’s stroke, feeling as if he were in a dream.

“With just one stroke... how high is Second Brother’s master’s cultivation really?” The yellow-robed Daoist couldn’t help but exclaim.

The others joined in, excitedly voicing their amazement.

Fang Xuan, however, was once again recalling that nightmare-like experience, now filled with deep curiosity.

What kind of being was the Sword Master of the Dao?

Could he be an Immortal or God come down to the mortal world for leisure?

To the Three Thousand Great Worlds, the Yellow Heaven ascendants were a colossal force, yet in front of the legendary Heavenly Court, they were no different from a mortal faction.

Fang Xuan took a deep breath. He didn’t join in the discussion with his brothers. Instead, he looked into the distance, where those two golden streams still lingered in the void, proof of what had just occurred.

A thought suddenly arose in him.

Perhaps the Blood Prison Saint had made the right choice. The next time they met, the Blood Prison Saint’s cultivation might very well surpass his own!