Chapter 1145: Chapter 1145: When I Become an Unparalleled Powerhouse, I Will Slaughter All Your Enemies for You
Know this, he is just a disciple at the early stage of Qi Cultivation level nine!
How many heavenly talents with aptitude above mid-grade Dao Body dare not easily take that step even at the completion of Qi Cultivation.
Just like Lin Zimu from the Ancient Abyss Sect!
Suppressing his cultivation, he had already reached completion seven or eight years ago, yet he has not crossed the tribulation simply because he is not confident.
Of course, Hua Sheng’s somewhat pathological mindset is largely due to him being merely a cultivator at the ordinary Foundation Establishment.
Although he was once a medium-grade Dao Body, the failure of that Perfect Foundation Establishment left him with an injured foundation, lucky to have been saved by the intervention of his elders within the sect.
Thus, he can now only linger at the early Foundation Establishment stage.
Yang Yan seemed to hear Hua Sheng’s resentful voice, gazing towards him from afar with a gentle smile.
Though the voice was small, it was enough for him to hear from miles away.
"This move is named Fengduan! Taken from the name of your now-crazed Inner Sect senior brother, Ouyang Feng!"
Hua Sheng, hearing this, almost spat out each word between gritted teeth:
"I’ll watch you...die!"
Since the assassination attempt on Yang Yan, Ouyang Feng had been thrown into the Punishment Hall by the Ancient Abyss Sect.
Ouyang Feng naturally refused to say anything.
With no other options, the elders of the Punishment Hall proceeded with Soul Searching, discovering that a Forbidden Technique placed on Ouyang Feng automatically activated upon searching.
The two factions battled within Ouyang Feng’s mind as the main battlefield.
The result was that the Ancient Abyss Sect gained no valuable information while Ouyang Feng truly went mad and was sent back by the Ancient Abyss Sect.
The Yizheng Sect essentially lost an elite disciple for nothing.
When the second Thunder Tribulation descended, Yang Yan repeated the scene from the first time.
Head on, he swung the Star Night sword in a Fengduan technique, splitting the Celestial Thunder in two.
The divided Celestial Thunder attempted to whirl towards Yang Yan, but was cut into dozens of segments in nearly an instant, finally dissipating into the air.
The third, fourth, fifth...
A total of the twenty-first!
Seeing Yang Yan once again use Shattering Heaven to dispel a Celestial Thunder, the members of the Yizheng Sect finally showed a look of fear.
Hua Sheng began to grow restless, anxious, and increasingly uncertain.
Just then, he suddenly summoned the Spirit Sword, holding it in his hand as he charged towards the Ancient Abyss Sect crowd, roaring, "Kill them all first, leave no future threats!"
"Kill!!!"
On the other side, the prepared Ancient Abyss Sect members promptly retaliated.
Lin Zimu led nine others to form a Sword Array, blocking one person, while two chief deacons barely held off four.
Yet, they were being firmly suppressed, and danger loomed imminently.
"Twenty-second!"
"Break!!"
"Twenty-third!"
"Slash!!"
"Twenty-fourth!"
"Annihilate!!"
"Twenty-fifth!"
"Star Constellation Swordsmanship!!"
"..."
The battle descended into a white-hot clash, leaving none with attention to spare for the state of Yang Yan’s tribulation.
Even Hua Sheng.
He was focusing all his might to kill the two chief deacons in front of him, who were trying to delay as much time as possible.
Long defense would surely have a flaw.
Besides, the strength on both sides was inherently uneven.
One exhausted chief deacon, accidentally or perhaps out of weakness, exposed a considerable flaw before being slashed away by Hua Sheng’s sword!
The Spiritual Treasure in the deacon’s hand slipped powerlessly, while Hua Sheng broke away from the battle with a fierce look, pursuing the exhausted deacon towards the ground.
Three swords!
Facing the chief deacon who lost all resistance, he struck out with three swords.
The first sword broke through the deacon’s protective shield.
Struggling in mid-air, he raised his head, gazing in Yang Yan’s direction with a smile.
Regardless, in this lifetime, he had pursued immortality, though he didn’t succeed.
At least he accomplished something he believed to be of world-shaking significance, even if he won’t see the future.
It was worth it...
"Old Peng!!"
The other chief deacon, in a frenzy, tried to save him, but was blocked by two others and a Snake Demon.
"Chief Deacon!"
"No, Senior Brother, quickly save the chief deacon!"
Some disciples, eyes red as fire.
Among fellow sect members, elders and above are the mentors, but the deacons are the ones who interact most with the disciples.
In this sense, they are both teacher and friend.
Now seeing their familiar chief deacon about to be slain, how could one suppress their fury?!
Frustrated they couldn’t immediately kill the enemy, even choosing a method of mutual destruction.
However, it was clearly too late.
Moreover, the disciples could not rashly charge out of the Sword Array.
Such actions would not be permitted by Lin Zimu.
Among them, Lin Zimu should be the calmest one.
Forcing himself not to turn for Hua Sheng’s final sword.
Wait until I am a peerless powerhouse, willing to slaughter your foes.
Third sword!
This third sword, each faster than the last, yet in everyone’s eyes, each appeared slower than the last.
But that was merely their disbelief in the reality.
In a fleeting moment, Hua Sheng’s third sword swung wantonly at the chief deacon plummeting through the air.
The chief deacon did not resist, or rather, lacked the strength to resist.
"Die! Hahaha! All must die! Everyone must die..."
Hua Sheng opened his mouth, laughing wantonly.
His eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of playfulness.
Rip—
Despite the cultivators having a physical strength far superior to ordinary people, when faced with the power of the Spiritual Treasure, they were as fragile as common matter.
"Boom!"
Like a punctured balloon, it suddenly exploded with a loud bang.
The chief deacon’s body was split in two by Hua Sheng!
Afterwards, it rained down a torrent of blood, scattered in all directions!
The person, utterly unable to even leave a corpse.
"Yizheng Sect scum! My Ancient Abyss Sect shall wipe out your entire clan one day!!"
The other chief deacon felt his blood surge to his head, nearly fainting.
Regrettably, such a shout did not change his current predicament.
Three Foundation Establishment stage figures in black, plus one Snake Demon, how could he withstand it?!
Hua Sheng looked at him, a brilliant smile appearing at the corner of his eye, patting his head and saying:
"Seems the Ancient Abyss Sect won’t have the chance. Also, you seem to be dying soon as well!"
Speaking in a deliberately mocking tone, Hua Sheng then transformed into a stream of light and charged in.
Holding the Spiritual Treasure in hand, his face displayed a heavy murderous intent.
Today, every individual present from the Ancient Abyss Sect must die!
Not one left alive.
Rumble!
Woo woo...
A distant thunder cry abruptly halted everyone’s actions.
Even Hua Sheng was inevitably drawn to lift his head in terror.
That sound of thunder turned out to be emitted when the final thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation vanished.
It felt as if someone was weeping!
Everyone distinctly noticed that atop Yang Yan’s head, the thunder cloud remained, yet no lightning brewed within.
In other words, the three-nine Heavenly Tribulation Yang Yan faced had stopped!
That earth-shattering thunderous sound just now was emitted as the final Thunder Tribulation was obliterated by Yang Yan.
Even carrying a trace of lament!
