Chapter 169: Chapter 169: It is my supreme honor

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Chen Lingyun’s Sword Qi shone with dazzling brilliance, like a giant sword sphere that exploded in an instant.

Before the Sword Qi even struck, ancient trees within ten miles all around had unexpectedly split open.

This sword strike was unstoppable.

If gods block, slay the gods!

If Buddhas block, slay the Buddhas!

Chen Lingyun did not attack Yang Xiaotian, but under the cover of the Sword Qi, in a flash, Xiaotian’s soul felt as if it was being slashed into countless pieces.

This was just the coverage of the Sword Qi, yet it wielded such terrifying power.

Several experts from the Mahayana Sect were also shaken by Chen Lingyun’s sword.

“Sword of Slaying of God! The Sword of Slaying of God has been cultivated by Elder Chen!”

“With the Sword of Slaying of God, even Demon Gods retreat!”

A few were unable to suppress the excitement in their hearts.

No sooner had it been spoken than done, Chen Lingyun’s Sword of Slaying of God was already three inches from the Azure Thunder Python’s brow.

The Azure Thunder Python didn’t even look, just slapped out directly with its palm.

In an instant, the Sword Qi, known as the Sword of Slaying of God, was dispersed by the casual palm of the Azure Thunder Python.

“Bang!”

The sword light exploded.

But it was not over yet, as the Azure Thunder Python’s palm continued forward with relentless force, slapping Chen Lingyun down like one would a fly.

Chen Lingyun was suddenly smashed down from mid-air.

Countless grains of sand were blasted off the ground, rolling up dust and sand like a sandstorm.

Seeing Chen Lingyun slapped into the ground like a fly, the previously excited Mahayana Sect members and Zhang Hao were as if their throats had been clutched by an invisible giant hand, their faces filled with shock.

This this!

The late-stage Saint Realm Chen Lingyun, who performed the supreme Sword Techniques from the Mahayana Sword Canon, had been slapped into the ground with a single palm!

They looked at the Azure Thunder Python in astonishment.

Before, they had thought this middle-aged man was a Great Emperor.

It turns out he was not a Great Emperor!

But a Saint Realm?

Moreover, a Saint Realm entity far stronger than Chen Lingyun?

Yang Xiaotian had actually managed to recruit such a powerful Saint Realm powerhouse?

Even the Black Flood Dragon King was frightened, as it was all too aware of how powerful Chen Lingyun was, yet he had been slapped into the ground by this middle-aged man.

How strong was this middle-aged man?

“Sword of Slaying of God? Without even any Sword Intent, you dare to claim Slaying of God.” The Azure Thunder Python looked down at Chen Lingyun at the bottom of the deep pit, coldly saying.

In terms of Swordsmanship, Chen Lingyun was lacking far behind Zhu Jing.

Now that he had recovered from his injuries considerably, even if Zhu Jing himself came, he would not fear him, let alone Chen Lingyun.

Chen Lingyun lay at the bottom of the deep pit, spewing blood, looking at the Azure Thunder Python in terror, unable to believe that he, an esteemed Saint Realm Elder of the Mahayana Sect, was nearly slapped to death by this middle-aged man beside Yang Xiaotian.

“Who might you be?” Chen Lingyun hoarsely asked, even his form of address had changed.

Referring to as ‘Your Excellency’.

“Me?” The Azure Thunder Python gave a cold laugh, its whole body shimmering as it transformed into its true form, as colossal as an Ancient Divine Mountain.

When the Azure Thunder Python revealed its true form coiled in the high sky, the sunlight above was all but obscured.

The black snow falling over Black Snow Mountain came to a stop.

The divine might of a Divine Beast King enveloped Heaven and Earth.

Heaven and Earth seemed to come to a standstill.

Seeing the full presence of the Azure Thunder Python, the Black Flood Dragon King immediately weakened in its legs and prostrated on the ground, “Black Flood Dragon King pays homage to the Divine Beast King! The Divine Might of the Divine Beast King knows no bounds!”

Divine Beast King!

Azure Thunder Python!

Chen Lingyun, Zhang Hao, and the remaining three experts from the Mahayana Sect’s eyes bulged, their bodies trembling, their faces deathly pale, and they were incredibly shaken.

The middle-aged man beside Yang Xiaotian turned out to be the Divine Beast King of the Red Moon Forest, the Azure Thunder Python.

The Divine Beast King of the Red Moon Forest, the Azure Thunder Python, had actually pledged allegiance to Yang Xiaotian?!

How could this be!

They couldn’t believe, couldn’t accept what they were seeing.

“So it is the Divine Beast King.” Chen Lingyun took a deep breath and said, “Divine Beast King, your divine might is boundless, being the ruler of the Red Moon Forest, why would you lower yourself to follow a child like Yang Xiaotian, suffering such indignity.”

Upon hearing Chen Lingyun say that following Yang Xiaotian was a humiliation, the Azure Thunder Python scoffed and said, “My master’s divine might is something you ants cannot comprehend. Having the opportunity to follow my master, to become his Mount Beast and servant, is my utmost honor.”

Chen Lingyun and Zhang Hao were dumbstruck.

The Divine Beast King being Yang Xiaotian’s Mount Beast and servant is an utmost honor?

Their minds couldn’t process it for a moment.

They were, after all, aware of who Yang Xiaotian was.

A Martial Soul of the eleventh level, having condensed three Sword Hearts, with decent Sword Dao talent and Alchemy talent too, but, this wasn’t as exaggerated as what the Azure Thunder Python was making it out to be.

Still unwilling to give up, Chen Lingyun continued, “If the Divine Beast King would come to our Mahayana Sect, we would definitely offer a high position, and any request you have, our Mahayana Sect would fulfill it.”

The Mahayana Sect is one of the ten supreme sects of the Divine Dragon Empire, they could fulfill any request, and such an offer, it must be said, was tempting.

However, the Azure Thunder Python, upon hearing this, merely sneered dismissively, “Mahayana Sect?” To him, the Mahayana Sect was nothing but trash.

Yang Xiaotian spoke up, “Kill them.”

He did not wish to waste words with Chen Lingyun and the others.

Upon hearing this, Chen Lingyun’s face changed, he struggled to fly out from the deep pit, raging, “Yang Xiaotian, you dare! I am an Elder of the Mahayana Sect, if I die, your entire family shall be buried with me!”

Yang Xiaotian’s gaze was cold, “Is that so?”

Just as Chen Lingyun was about to fly out of the pit, the Azure Thunder Python’s claw, massive as a small hill, slammed down.

Chen Lingyun only saw darkness above him, and as he raised his head, he saw the mountainous claw falling down, and he was filled with horror and despair.

Boom!

The claw of the Azure Thunder Python directly forced Chen Lingyun deep into the ground.

The ground continuously burst apart.

When the Azure Thunder Python lifted its claw, Chen Lingyun was already a mangled mess, with no discernible face or body.

He had been completely crushed.

Though Chen Lingyun was of the Saint Realm with vital force strong, no amount of vitality could save him once crushed to death!

Seeing Chen Lingyun crushed, the other three Senior Executors of the Mahayana Sect fled in terror.

With a cold snort from the Azure Thunder Python, it swept its massive tail, and a fierce wind arose, sending the three Mahayana Sect members flying away, crashing onto distant mountains.

When the three of them crashed down, their armors were all shattered, bones and flesh scattered, and they were unquestionably dead.

Eventually, only Zhang Hao remained.

Zhang Hao, leaning against the trunk of a tree, had a face ashen as death.

Originally, he had hoped that his master’s ‘Sword of Slaying of God’ would easily dispatch the middle-aged man by Yang Xiaotian’s side, but it turned out that the man was none other than the Divine Beast King of the Red Moon Forest, the Azure Thunder Python.

Yang Xiaotian advanced towards Zhang Hao with his sword in hand.

As Zhang Hao watched Yang Xiaotian approaching, a sense of despair filled his heart. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, Yang Xiaotian’s figure flashed, and his long sword had already pierced through Zhang Hao’s throat.

Zhang Hao, heavily injured, was entirely powerless to resist. His eyes stared fixedly at Yang Xiaotian, as if burning Yang Xiaotian’s image into the depths of his soul.

He couldn’t accept it—he was one of Mahayana Sect’s most talented young geniuses, and yet he was to die here.

Given enough time, he was sure he would become a Saint.

But now, everything was to end here.