Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 1008 Hesitation to Throw a Stone at a Rat (4K views, requesting monthly votes)
Under the cover of night, a sword light flashed continuously.

Within the sword light, Gao Yang held the talisman, constantly adjusting its direction.

He was not far from the heart of the human race, and in another day he would be able to reach Tianlan City, one of the ten major cities of the human race.

Once he arrived in Tianlan City, it meant he had completely entered the heartland of the human race, and no other race could openly hunt him down anymore.

Once he arrives in Tianlan City, he will be able to hand over the Qi Luck Disc in exchange for the right to leave Nanzhanbuzhou.

Moreover, as time went on, more and more Great Luo Golden Immortals died at his hands, and fewer and fewer people came to intercept and kill him.

Today, only two demons and one witch came to kill him.

At this rate, five people tonight and tomorrow would be the limit.

"I just don't know if any Quasi-Saints will come. The fortune I carry is now close to two hundred feet. Will those Quasi-Saints be willing to let me bring this fortune to the human race?"

Despite his racing thoughts, Gao Yang's speed remained completely unaffected.

This place is already considered to be within the territory of the human race. If a quasi-saint from another race were to come, a quasi-saint from the human race would certainly be able to react more quickly.

The fortune he currently possesses is, for the entire Southern Zhan human race, the source of their prosperity after the start of the next minor calamity.

As long as we don't mess things up before the next great calamity arrives and lose this enormous fortune, then the human race will have an innate advantage once the next great calamity begins.

The advantages and disadvantages are obvious, which is why Gao Yang is certain that those human quasi-saints will definitely protect him.

Silent all night.

When the sun shone on the earth, Gao Yang's expression became much more solemn.

He was not ambushed again last night, but this situation did not make him feel relieved. Instead, he felt an increasing sense of pressure, like the calm before a storm.

Today is the last day. He will be able to arrive in Tianlan City by evening. If he misses today, it means that the fortune will belong to the human race. Judging from the current performance of the three paths of witch, demon, and Buddha, they are absolutely unwilling to accept this situation.

Therefore, there is a very high probability that a quasi-saint will come to intercept and kill him today.

Gao Yang looked down at the mountains below, and then landed on a mountain peak.

He needs to rest and recover to his best condition to deal with the impending interception by the Quasi-Saints.

His talent tells him that this is the right choice at the moment.

Gao Yang sat cross-legged on the mountaintop for a full two hours before standing up.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes and then disappeared.

My condition has fully recovered, and I can continue my journey.

Gao Yang looked up at the sun overhead, took a step, and his body disappeared from the mountaintop.

On the vast land, Gao Yang mustered all his strength and flew at high speed through the air.

The sky was already ablaze with rosy clouds, and they were only an hour away from Tianlan City, but the expected ambush had yet to arrive.

Gao Yang's heart grew heavier, for the more this was the case, the greater the determination of the three paths of witchcraft, demonism, and Buddhism to become quasi-saints.

Yongyao had been taken into Gao Yang's hands at some point, and his fighting spirit was already in a state of combat readiness. As long as he had a thought, he could immediately unleash his maximum power.

After flying for a while longer, the sky gradually darkened.

The sky darkened the moment a vast expanse of sunset obscured the sun.

The spiritual energy of the entire world suddenly surged and boiled, and the violent surge of spiritual energy even triggered extremely strong winds.

The evening glow was torn apart by spiritual energy, which then formed a giant hand that covered the heavens and the earth, falling from the sky and grabbing down at Gao Yang.

A giant hand of spiritual energy descended, and the space beneath its grasp seemed to transform into another world, with a suffocating, binding force pressing down on Gao Yang.

The sword rang out, and countless tiny sword energies, each the size of a grain of rice, flashed around Gao Yang, shattering the space around him.

With a flash of sword light, Gao Yang had already appeared a thousand meters away.

Before he could make a move, a gaping maw, hundreds of miles in circumference, suddenly emerged from the vast earth, its teeth gleaming with a pale, cold light in the setting sun, and a violent suction force enveloped him.

A dazzling solar battle aura ignited from Gao Yang's body, and a series of explosions rang out from his body. Then, the golden solar battle aura spread in all directions, and the extremely powerful and yang true solar fire even burned away the suction force.

"It's not over yet!"

With a flash of lightning and the power of his will, Gao Yang instantly appeared ten thousand meters away.

As soon as he appeared, Gao Yang saw a humanoid phantom about ten thousand feet tall blocking his way. The humanoid phantom looked down, and a full moon suddenly appeared in Gao Yang's mind.

The moment the full moon appeared, a piercing buzzing sound exploded in his mind, and a violent shockwave swept back and forth in his mind, smashing the defenses in his mind with a crackling sound.

The dissipated impact force penetrated the defense and headed straight for Gao Yang's will, causing him to lose his focus slightly due to the continuous shock.

Clang!
The golden greatsword of will erupted with a soaring sword cry, and wherever the sword energy passed, all shockwaves were shattered.

Gao Yang came to his senses, his face darkening.

Three Quasi-Saints came for him alone; such a luxurious lineup could not be stopped by any Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"Free Sword Demon, surrender! Those old immortals of the human race have been tied up. No one can stop us now."

The sound descended from the heavens. Gao Yang looked up and could only see the giant hand, unable to see the quasi-saint behind it.

"Hand over the Qi Luck Disc to me, and I will take you as my mount. You will serve me from now on and I will ensure your longevity."

The gaping maw on the ground also made a sound, though it was on the ground, its voice was filled with a sense of superiority.

The towering phantom before Gao Yang spoke up, saying, "Free Sword Demon, hand over the Qi Destiny Disc to me and join my Ancestral Witch lineage. I will personally cleanse your marrow and body to help you forge an unparalleled Ancestral Witch body. From now on, you can aspire to become a saint."

Gao Yang stood between heaven and earth, sword in hand, with no way to ascend to heaven or descend to earth.

His eyelids were lowered, and his voice was calm: "The three quasi-saints all want my luck disc, but there is only one luck disc, while there are three quasi-saints. Why don't you have a fight to determine the winner?"

Afterwards, I'll leave with the victor, shall I?

"Hehe, haha, hahaha~~~"

Unrestrained laughter descended from the heavens, "Free Sword Demon, do you think we're idiots?"

"Taking you down is the most important thing." A deep, beastly roar came from underground.

After he finished speaking, a murderous aura locked onto Gao Yang.

Despite feeling the stinging pain, Gao Yang's expression remained calm:
“But if that’s the case, I will definitely resist. If I resist, this destiny disc will shatter. We are already very close to the heart of the human race. What do you three quasi-saints think will happen if the destiny disc shatters? Where will this destiny go?”

Or rather, do the three of you really think you can definitely get your hands on me?

As soon as he finished speaking, Yongyao unleashed boundless sword light, his sword intent soaring to the sky, and a scarlet aura emanated from Gaoyang's body.

He held Yongyao in his hand, his gaze calmly fixed on the enormous phantom before him.

This was the first time he had referred to himself as "this one" in front of these quasi-saints, but having killed one of them, he was now qualified to do so in front of them.

As Gao Yang finished speaking, the world fell silent. The quasi-saints from the three factions of Witch, Demon, and Buddha did not refute Gao Yang's words. Perhaps in their eyes, Gao Yang, who had defeated a quasi-saint with the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, had unknowingly gained the qualifications to stand on equal footing with them.

"Why waste so much breath on him? He killed so many demons, I'm going to devour him alive!"

“Great Sage Jingfeng, killing him is not difficult, but protecting the Qi Luck Disc is. The Qi Luck is nearly two hundred feet long and cannot be lost.”

"This witch only wants this sword demon dead!"

"Two to one, Monk Xuanji, are you in or not? If you don't agree, then get out!"

“Benefactor Jingfeng is too hasty. Since that’s the case, this humble monk will accept the loss. If you kill this demon, this humble monk will take the spiritual treasure in his possession. Do the two saints agree?”

"agree!"

"Leave that demon here!"

Just as the three quasi-saints were exchanging divine thoughts, a sword aura burst forth from Gao Yang's originally imposing body. The sword aura instantly tore through the void and appeared a hundred miles away.

In that instant, he left the three Quasi-Saints behind.

After breaking free of the encirclement, Gao Yang's speed not only did not decrease, but instead became faster and faster.

With each step he took, a glint of sword light appeared beneath his feet, and with each step, his body would appear a hundred miles away.

"Demon, you're still thinking about escaping? You're being far too naive."

A grand voice descended from the sky, and a colossal hand, capable of blotting out the heavens, descended once more, reaching out to grab Gao Yang.

As Gao Yang looked at the giant hand that was grabbing down from above, golden light burst from his eyes, and the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram suddenly appeared, followed by the unfolding of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Domain.

Rumble~
The Heavenly Pillar shook, its will radiant, and three Immortal-Slaying Sword Qi merged into Yongyao in an instant. Gao Yang remained silent, slashing out Yongyao in silence.

The massive sword, ten thousand feet long, collided with the colossal hand that blotted out the sky. Amidst the violent roar, the hand, composed of spiritual energy, was cleaved in two by the sword.

Gao Yang didn't even look at him, and continued charging forward with his head down.

"Run, run, where can you run to?"

The entire earth resounded, as if the quasi-saint of the demon race hidden beneath the earth was omnipresent.

Click!

Gao Yang's hair suddenly stood on end, and his body moved a hundred meters horizontally out of thin air.

The next instant, a huge mouth appeared out of thin air, biting off the spot where Gao Yang had been and the surrounding space within a hundred meters, leaving behind a jagged, hideous void.

With a flash of lightning, Gao Yang dashed forward, a thin black line piercing through the afterimage he left behind.

Gao Yang broke through the encirclement again, turned around, and stopped in mid-air.

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation flew out from his chest, wrapped around the sword, and a bright blue light emanated from his body. Dense blood energy burst out and then instantly disappeared into his body.

Ripples spread outwards from Gao Yang, and the surrounding space began to resonate like water.

Gao Yang calmly looked behind him, his senses magnified to the limit, locking onto the three blurry figures. He stared at them and slowly spoke:
"Whoever wants to take this sword, come and get it!"

An astonishing killing intent erupted from the Eternal Radiance Sword, and this sudden scene made the three quasi-saints who had not yet appeared feel apprehensive.

They could naturally sense the power contained in that sword strike; if it had truly hit any one of them, it would have at least resulted in serious injury.

If seriously injured in this situation, one will basically lose the qualification to compete for the nearly two hundred feet of fortune, and may even be coveted by the other two alien quasi-saints, or even be ambushed.

For a moment, faced with Gao Yang's question, the three quasi-saints were all speechless and stopped in their tracks.

Gao Yang looked at them, then his body began to fly backward.

The three quasi-saints remained silent, keeping a relatively safe distance from Gao Yang and following closely behind him.

The current situation is that whoever acts impulsively first will be the one whose sword falls, resulting in the other two "good teammates" benefiting.

As the saying goes, "It's better to die for your friend than for yourself," and no one wants to be the one sacrificed as a "teammate," so a strange and fragile balance is achieved.

Although he was flying backwards, Gao Yang's speed was still extremely fast, and the three quasi-saints maintained their distance and followed closely.

They were waiting, waiting for the moment when Gao Yang's body could no longer hold on.

Although this sword technique is astonishing, it cannot remain dormant for long. Once Gao Yang loses control and unleashes this strike, that will be their time to act.

By then, Gao Yang, who has controlled the sword for too long, will probably no longer have the power to resist.

Time passed second by second, and Gao Yang's wounds kept opening up and healing rapidly.

Soon, half an hour later, the outline of a majestic city appeared in Gao Yang's perception.

Sensing the massive city behind him, Gao Yang felt a jolt of fear, but also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The three quasi-saints in front of him were wary of his sword strike, thinking he wouldn't last long.

But what they didn't know was that if it weren't for the performance, these recurring injuries on his body would never have appeared.

With a constitution of 35 points, plus the powerful physique brought by various abilities, how could he be so fragile?
The moment they saw the colossal city, the three quasi-saints' expressions turned extremely grim.

They hadn't expected Gao Yang to be able to maintain that sword strike for so long.

Tianlan City is now in sight. If we don't make a move soon, the enemy might actually escape into Tianlan City.

If that were the case, they would never have another chance.

Seemingly sensing the mindset of the three quasi-saints, Gao Yang spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, which splashed onto the sword.

The stench of blood spread, and the sword intent emanating from Yongyao grew even more ferocious.

Gao Yang grinned, revealing a sinister smile: "Who will take my sword?"

Upon hearing this, the three quasi-saints looked even more grim, but none of them made a move.

If we make a move now, we will not only have to face Gao Yang's Saint-slaying sword, but also two other "good teammates". If we can't get the Qi Luck Disc, then we can just take a seriously injured Quasi-Saint to make up for it.

It seems that not only will it make up for the recent loss of good fortune, but it might even make a profit.

Ultimately, the three quasi-saints were not working together; it was only for a small benefit that they became wary and suspicious of each other.

Gao Yang chuckled and continued flying towards Tianlan City.

He was certain that they wouldn't make another move.

At this moment, the city walls of Tianlan City were already crowded with cultivators.

The image of Gao Yang's sword striking down three quasi-saints was directly imprinted in the minds of many cultivators, lingering there for a long time.

Gazing at that towering figure standing between heaven and earth, a cultivator murmured to himself, "We cultivators should be like that!"

(End of this chapter)