Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 1003 The Arrival of the Quasi-Saint of the Witch Clan (4K)

"Amitabha! The Wu Clan's fortune was actually severed in just a few breaths. Is Fellow Daoist Zizai a Great Luo Immortal, or a reincarnation of a Saint?"

In Ganyue City, Master Ganyue sat cross-legged in his temple, marveling at the fortune disc that appeared before him.

"That's impossible. If it were a reincarnation of a sage, all the sages from this era seem to be still here, and none of them have perished. Moreover, this Fellow Daoist Zizai seems to have appeared suddenly in the Southern Continent and even asked about the Zhu clan. Is he related to the Zhu clan?"

"The Zhu clan?" The handsome Taoist priest in a blue robe, standing opposite Master Ganyue, withdrew his gaze and asked with a hint of curiosity:

"That's one of the top divine clans in Dongsheng, but the Fellow Daoist Zizai you mentioned, Brother Ganyue, doesn't seem to be proficient in fire magic?"

Master Ganyue looked at the Taoist opposite him, shook his head slightly and said, "Junior Brother Yaori, what happens to Fellow Daoist Zizai is none of our business. You used that longevity treasure, how was the effect?"

Master Yao Ri raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of joy, and said, "Senior brother, the effect is very good. My injuries have improved, and I can probably hold on for another thousand or so years."

"A thousand years?"

Master Ganyue sighed and said, "Hold on. After the Great Tribulation, a large number of rare and precious materials will appear in the prehistoric world. At that time, your injuries will be fully healed."

Master Yao Ri stood up and bowed respectfully to Master Gan Yue: "Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother."

Master Ganyue waved his hand, not caring: "We are from the same sect, so we should take care of each other. Besides, after our master passed away, only the two of us brothers are left in the sect. If I, as the senior brother, don't take care of you, who will I take care of?"
Previously, the secrets of heaven for Lei Ze were obscured by the great magic of the Witch Clan, but now it seems a crack has appeared. Junior brother, take a look at Lei Ze's current situation.

"it is good."

The Sun Immortal sat down again, and then a stream of magical power shot out from the top of his head, heading straight for the sun in the sky that was closest to them.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of sunlight fell, gathering into a ball between the two brothers and gradually solidifying.

When the light disappeared, a golden-red ring appeared between the two brothers, reflecting a swamp of lightning that flashed intermittently.

On a boulder below Raize, a black-haired youth sat cross-legged, a silver-white, gold-plated greatsword stuck beside him. His breathing was even, and he showed no signs of injury.

"It seems that this Fellow Daoist Zizai is unharmed. His strength has far surpassed that of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal."

Master Yaori looked at the ring in front of him and then said, "Moreover, the sword beside the other party seems to be an extremely extraordinary spiritual treasure. What do you think of it compared to your talisman, Senior Brother?"

Master Ganyue's gaze also fell on the greatsword beside Gao Yang, but after only a few glances, he withdrew his gaze, shook his head and said, "I can't see through it, but it is most likely a primordial spiritual treasure."

"Tsk tsk tsk, truly a person favored by fortune."

Master Yao Ri shook his head and sighed.

The Sun God's lament was not appreciated by the Moon Chaser. Instead, the Moon Chaser snorted and scolded him with disappointment, "If you hadn't trusted that demoness back then, you would have a primordial spiritual treasure by your side now, and you wouldn't have suffered this injury."

Master Yao Ri smiled, his handsome face showing no trace of regret, and simply said, "Senior brother, she is different."

"It's different, it's different, what's the difference? In the end, wasn't it still using you as a stepping stone?"

Master Gan Yue snorted coldly, about to say something more, when suddenly his gaze sharpened, fixed on the center of the circle before him:
"This aura... it's the arrival of a Quasi-Saint!"

“Indeed, I wonder which clan this Quasi-Saint is from.” Yao Ri Zhenren said, also looking at the circle in front of him.

In Lei Ze, Gao Yang was already standing on the boulder, holding Yong Yao and looking up at the sky.

Blazing white clouds swept in from the sky, arriving at the Thunder Marsh where Gao Yang was located at an extremely fast speed. Wherever the blazing white clouds passed, lotus phantoms bloomed, and the previous black clouds and thunder were swept away.

A sea-like pressure descended upon Gao Yang, who was in the Thunder Swamp, and wisps of law energy began to pierce Gao Yang's body like needles.

Gao Yang's expression remained calm, but the fighting spirit in his heart had begun to boil.

This entrance CG, comparable to "purple aura coming from the east for 30,000 miles," already demonstrates the formidable power of the newcomer; it's just unknown whether they are a quasi-saint or a saint.

It is highly likely that it will be a Quasi-Saint. In the Primordial World, all beings below the Quasi-Saint level are like ants, meaning that without reaching the Quasi-Saint level, one would have virtually no power to resist such an existence.

Saints are so noble that they would not dare to make a direct move for a human of the level of a Golden Immortal.

That would be so beneath my dignity.

As the blazing white clouds descended upon Gao Yang, he saw a three-zhang-tall female witch, her body as white as jade, standing amidst the clouds, looking down at him.

The other person had smooth and delicate skin, exquisite features, a slender bare waist, long and shapely legs, and skin that shone with a jade-like luster. They seemed to be a different race from the rough and savage witch clan.

The moment Gao Yang saw the other person, he knew who they came from.

"It's that priestess from the Yuanwu clan, the most dazzling pearl of the Wu clan." True Man Ganyue looked at the quasi-saint of the Wu clan who came riding on clouds and was somewhat surprised.

"Logically speaking, wouldn't the Yuanwu clan, by sending out a quasi-saint like their hunting leader, have a better chance of capturing this Fellow Daoist Zizai? Why is it this person who came?" True Person Yaori was equally curious.

After thinking for a moment, Master Ganyue said uncertainly, "Perhaps it's because this person has stronger methods. As a priest of the Yuanwu clan, he might have ways to avoid the backlash of fate."

In the Thunderous Swamp, Gao Yang looked at the female Quasi-Saint from the Yuanwu Clan standing on the clouds, without speaking or taking any action.

This quasi-saint is named Yuan Meng, a priest of the Yuan Wu clan. As for other information, he knows nothing.

Yuan Meng, a Quasi-Saint, looked at Gao Yang standing on the boulder. His eyes, as bright as stars, were devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

Gao Yang was no stranger to this kind of gaze, nor did he find it offensive.

Just as the two locked eyes, a clear, melodious voice, like a mountain stream, reached Gao Yang's ears: "Master Zizai, how about joining my Yuanwu clan?"

Gao Yang's expression changed slightly, not because of the owner of the voice, but because of the other party's recruitment.

He glanced sideways and asked, "I killed people from your Source Witch Clan, and now you want me to join you?"

Yuan Meng Quasi-Saint explained, "You are very strong, so strong that you are almost not human. You killed Yuan Guan and Yuan Ting, so it is natural for you to take their place."

"Now that you've joined the Source Witch Clan, your battles with Source Observer, Source Listener, and even other Witch Clan members are merely internal struggles within the Witch Clan."

Gao Yang stared at the Wu tribe above and suddenly smiled.

I wonder if the witch named "Yuan Guan" who died at his hands would feel any regret if he knew this was the outcome.

He didn't know what this quasi-saint was thinking when he asked him to join the Source Witch Clan. Perhaps he genuinely thought he was strong, perhaps he was only after the luck gathered on him, or perhaps he just wanted to lure him to the Witch Clan and then kill him.

But whether it was genuine or feigned, it couldn't affect him.

He's fine as he is because he won't join the so-called witch clan.

Gao Yang slowly shook his head, and his scorching battle aura, as hot as the sun, flowed down, causing Yongyao's sword to gleam with a chilling light. "Words are useless, come on."

"Are you sure that if this priest makes a move, your soul and body will be completely destroyed, and you won't even have the chance to enter reincarnation?"

"Sounds impressive, let's give it a try."

Yuan Meng, the Quasi-Saint, looked at Gao Yang, his eyelids slowly lowering. Since that's how it is, then let's end it here.

A ray of blazing white light appeared before her, and then, at a speed that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal's divine sense could hardly detect, it appeared between Gao Yang's eyebrows.

When Gao Yang noticed it, the blazing white light was only a finger's width away from his brow.

Gao Yang tilted his head slightly, and afterimages appeared one after another with his movements, as if the space was being stretched infinitely. What should have been a momentary event took the blazing white light as slow as a tortoise crawling.

The layers of space shattered at Gao Yang's brow, but ultimately the attack missed its target.

Yuan Meng, a Quasi-Saint, showed no emotion in her eyes. With a thought, hundreds of blazing white rays appeared in front of her and then vanished instantly.

A strong threat of death appeared in Gao Yang's perception. If he were hit by such an attack, the power of the laws contained within would absolutely obliterate his life essence.

With a flash of sword light, Gao Yang appeared behind Yuan Meng Quasi-Saint and unleashed a powerful sword strike.

Ding!
The sword light collided with a ray of blazing white light, and without the slightest pause, it shattered the light and slashed straight down toward the neck of the Quasi-Saint Yuanmeng.

"Innate Spiritual Treasure?"

The voice of the Quasi-Saint Yuanmeng appeared, and then his figure was engulfed by the blazing white light that pierced through space.

Endless blazing white light exploded in front of Gao Yang, each beam capable of easily killing a Great Luo Golden Immortal. At such close range, he didn't even have time to unleash a second sword strike.

'Natural Disaster - Dimensional Storm!'

As Yongyao slashed down, the sword energy crisscrossed wildly, and black sword marks appeared in front of Gao Yang in an instant.

With a crash, space shattered, and the broken space directly covered his figure.

The shattered fragments of space transformed into surging sword energy, pouring out of the space like a torrent and colliding with the endless, blazing white light.

This sword technique originated from the Calamity Gale Slash, but it incorporated Gao Yang's understanding of the rules of killing, and later his understanding of the rules of space, ultimately resulting in its current form.

The unrestrained and surging slashes could directly shatter the space in front of him, and transform all the shattered spatial fragments into dimensional blades, slashing forward.

With a slash of his sword, Gao Yang clenched his left hand tightly, and his solar battle aura exploded.

崆~
The burst of solar battle energy swept in all directions in an instant, and everything in its path appeared in Gao Yang's perception.

In battles of this caliber, sometimes even the eyes and senses cannot detect a target immediately, and this brutal method of manipulating battle aura is a good way to compensate for that.

Almost the instant his fighting spirit spread, Gao Yang vanished from his spot once again.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of the Quasi-Saint Yuanmeng.

A dazzling golden light shone in Gao Yang's eyes, and the raised Yongyao sword emitted a sword cry that tore through the sky.

"Man-made disaster - massacre!"

With a single sword strike, the sword light split into countless forms, then instantly coalesced into a single, broad blade of light that slashed down.

Amidst the sword light, images of all things in the world being slain by the sword light constantly appeared, but this time, the main subjects were transformed into different forms of the witch race.

With a single sword strike, the entire Witch Clan was annihilated!
"Humph!"

Yuan Meng Quasi-Saint let out a soft snort, and a finger as white as mutton fat jade reached out, pointing at the blade that Gao Yang was slashing down.

A blinding white light gathered at her fingertips, and everything in the world began to dim rapidly, while the finger that had pointed at her became the only source of light.

The fingertips collided with the blade, and the space within hundreds of kilometers around suddenly darkened, followed by the appearance of endless, intersecting sword marks.

Gao Yang's head snapped back, and a bloody groove, about the width of a finger, appeared on his forehead, radiating a burning pain.

Yongyao continued his strike, but Yuanmeng Quasi-Saint withdrew his finger and reappeared not far away.

She looked at her fingertip, where a tiny sword mark had appeared, and a drop of bright red blood had seeped out.

What followed was a scorching heat, as if she were facing the blazing sun, and even her transformed soul became intensely hot.

A pair of beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows slowly turned up, and Yuan Meng Quasi-Saint looked at Gao Yang not far away, realizing that he should not treat this human sword demon in the same way he treated other Great Luo Golden Immortals.

If she's not careful, she might get hurt by the innate spiritual treasure in the other party's hands.

Gao Yang's eyes and senses locked firmly onto Yuan Meng Quasi-Saint, and without the slightest hesitation, a scroll of dark red sword diagram flew out from his chest.

An overwhelming killing intent surged into the sky. As soon as the dark red sword diagram appeared, Gao Yang released the dark red Immortal Slaughtering Sword Domain, which enveloped him and the Quasi-Saint Yuan Meng.

Within the Immortal Slaughter Sword Domain, the expression of Quasi-Saint Yuan Meng finally changed. She looked at Gao Yang, her eyes filled with vigilance, and demanded with boundless killing intent, "Immortal Slaughter Formation Diagram! You are from the Tongtian lineage?!"

Gao Yang remained silent, and the countless killing sword energies within the Zhuxian Sword Domain began to resonate with him.

Yuan Meng, the Quasi-Saint, began to look grim. Every person in the Primordial World knew very well the terrifying power of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram. Even though this Immortal Slaughtering Sword Diagram had not yet reached the level of an innate spiritual treasure, it still possessed extremely terrifying power.

Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the human wielding the sword in front of us took out this Zhuxian Sword Diagram.

Moreover, it appears that the other party has already refined this Immortal Execution Sword Diagram into their own domain, which reveals a terrifying message.

If we investigate further, it will inevitably lead to a connection with that saint.

If their gaze were to fall upon the Southern Continent, the entire Wu tribe of the Southern Continent would likely perish under their sword.

With thoughts flashing through his mind, Quasi-Saint Yuanmeng suddenly chuckled, instantly calming the emotional fluctuations that had just occurred.

If the other party truly belongs to the Tongtian lineage, how could they deny that this replica of the Zhuxian Sword Diagram came from somewhere unknown?

If we kill him, we might be able to do the Tongtian lineage a favor.

(End of this chapter)