Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

“That’s more like it. I’ve staked everything to lure you here, not so you’d be timid and end up reaping the rewards.”

Gao Yang walked calmly across the crimson earth, and as he spoke, he calmly pulled Yongyao from the chest of a dwarf female legend.

The legendary dwarf woman was pierced by Yongyao's sword, her life essence was directly wiped out, but unexpectedly she did not die. Instead, her fighting spirit exploded, and only the whites of her eyes remained. Like a mad lioness, she swung her fists the size of casserole pots and punched Gao Yang again and again.

Bang bang bang!
The fist landed on Gao Yang's body, producing a deafening roar, and the surrounding space exploded with rings of tangible shockwaves.

Gao Yang glanced at her and threw a punch without any mercy.

The punch was thrown like a sword, and the space beneath it shattered rapidly.

With a single punch, the dwarf female legend's head exploded like a watermelon.

Gao Yang calmly withdrew his hand, took a step, and disappeared once again from the perception of the many legends.

The existence of Blink Strike grants him unparalleled mobility, which, with the support of a series of specializations, is virtually unstoppable, especially by these legendary powerhouses.

Nearly eighty legendary experts with peak legendary strength or above were completely unable to put up an effective resistance against Gao Yang in this state.

The fight lasted only a moment; after a single sword strike, the body and soul perished.

It is worth mentioning that among the nearly eighty legendary powerhouses present, only three were actual spellcasters.

The true spellcasters here refer to those professionals who do not rely on the magic network, but instead master spell models and elements through their own research, and thus cast various spells.

This type of spellcaster has a wide variety of methods. Even though they cannot confront Gao Yang head-on, they have still managed to delay Gao Yang for quite some time.

Half an hour later, Gao Yang returned to his previous position and sat down cross-legged again.

At this moment, dozens more mangled corpses appeared on the already blood-red earth.

Even if those who become legendary figures don't prioritize their physical bodies, their physical strength is still unmatched by extraordinary professionals.

Unless deliberately damaged, a corpse can be preserved for a long time under the influence of energy.

Although Gao Yang's attacks would simultaneously annihilate the target's life essence and soul consciousness, they did not cause much damage to the body.

Thus, the remains of these powerful figures lay scattered across this blood-red earth, like their respective tombstones, exposed to the world.

The battle fluctuations here are extremely intense and cannot escape the perception of those who are paying attention.

Fifty kilometers away, many newly arrived legends looked grim, but at the same time, there was an indelible hint of surprise.

With their strength at this level, a distance of fifty kilometers, while not exactly close, is not insurmountable either.

They naturally sensed the battle taking place, and the outcome of that battle left the legends who had come to this place utterly astonished.

Nearly eighty legends died at the hands of that human in just half an hour, each dying a gruesome death.

Such a terrifying record made these legendary powerhouses who had just arrived here look solemn.

But despite the solemnity in their hearts, none of these legends retreated.

Although they were shocked by the strength Gao Yang displayed, they still had full confidence in the power they possessed.

Before a real fight, no one feels that they are weaker than others; this is a fundamental quality possessed by true strongmen.

Under the watchful eyes of these newly arrived legends, Gao Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, his consciousness already probing into his inventory.

A total of seventy-seven legendary powerhouses contributed one hundred and three Life Essence Crystals and twenty-three attribute fragments to him.

Unfortunately, none of the many attribute fragments had more than ten of them.

This is not a problem; as more and more legends arrive here, he will only accumulate more and more attribute fragments.

All he needs to do is wait, until there are enough legendary figures arriving to allow him to harvest them all when he makes his move.

Just like chives, you can't let them grow too much or too little. If there are too many, they'll get old, and if there are too few, it's not worth selling them.

According to Gao Yang's estimate, gathering around fifty legendary powerhouses at once would be the optimal number.

Killing legendary powerhouses of this scale wouldn't take him too long, nor would it allow these legends to escape this blood-red land.

After a brief assessment, Gao Yang realized the quantity did not meet his expectations, so he sat quietly in place, without moving an inch.

But Gao Yang's inaction does not mean that the legends who come here will follow his rules.

Less than half an hour later, a chilling blue aura swept in from the horizon, freezing the earth and turning everything in its path into a vast expanse of ice.

In the blink of an eye, the owner of this aura rushed into Gao Yang's Immortal Execution Sword Domain, and its momentum continued unabated as it headed straight for him.

Gao Yang turned his head and looked at the imposing, icy blue aura that seemed to be swirling around like an ice dragon.

In his perception, the Zhuxian Sword Domain became somewhat sluggish with the arrival of this legend.

The azure cold air was so low that even within the Zhuxian Sword Domain, it still had a certain impact on the space within the Sword Domain and on the Sword Domain itself.

Step~
The footsteps stopped a hundred meters away from Gaoyang, and the azure cold air slowly dissipated, revealing a tall, slender young man emerging from it.

In his hand, he also held a long, pure white spear.

Gao Yang looked at him but did not make a move immediately.

This young man exuded an aura of dominance and arrogance. He didn't look very old, but the presence he radiated was incredibly powerful.

All signs indicate that the young man before us is a genius, a true genius.

As Gao Yang sized up the young man before him, the young man spoke: "Hello, Lord of the Heavenly Calamity Sword, I am Lin Feng."

It was a very ordinary self-introduction, but Lin Feng's next sentence made Gao Yang's eyes narrow slightly.

"Remember my name, for you will die by my hand."

Lin Feng stood there, like a solitary peak piercing the clouds, exuding a sharp aura, the cold air like needles piercing the space around him.

"Are your parents aware of how brave you are?"

Gao Yang's tone was like walking down the street and seeing a naughty child throwing firecrackers into a manhole cover—calm as water yet carrying a condescending air.

Lin Feng's face remained unchanged, but the chill emanating from his body grew even stronger, clearly indicating that he understood the meaning behind Gao Yang's words.

He raised his chin slightly, squinted, and looked down at Gao Yang, who was sitting cross-legged, and said, "Sharp-tongued, I hope your reputation is as sharp as your tongue."

Gao Yang chuckled softly. He looked at the young man not far away and suddenly said, "You've been talking for so long, why haven't you made a move yet? Are you too scared?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Yang saw Lin Feng's expression turn visibly ugly.

Seeing this, Gao Yang smiled and shook his head; he had guessed correctly. How could a proud genius like Lin Feng, after advancing rapidly to attack range, choose to stop and probe with words?

The only reason is that the other party sensed that he was not simple, and their caution prevented them from making a move without reservation immediately.

Now that Gao Yang has brought it up directly, it's normal for him to look upset.

In just a moment, Lin Feng's expression returned to normal, as if his previous unpleasantness was all an act.

He looked at Gao Yang and said very seriously, "Master of the Heavenly Calamity Sword, I admit that I was reckless. Your strength far exceeds my imagination. It was wrong of me to offend you."

Please forgive me this time, for the sake of my master, the Sage Bingyu.

Gao Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, but he was not actually in direct contact with the ground. Beneath him was a battle qi platform no bigger than a chair seat. He looked at Lin Feng and praised, "You can bend and stretch, and you don't have the so-called burden of a strongman."

Having a sage as your master certainly gives you a powerful background, which is one of the reasons you're so fearless.

Lin Feng showed no smugness. Facing Gao Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, he simply nodded silently.

He had already determined that he was no match for Gao Yang. If they were to actually fight, he probably wouldn't last more than a hundred moves before being killed by Gao Yang with a single sword strike.

At that time, his saintly master and his quasi-saintly lover will all vanish like a dream.

He is still young, only a little over three hundred years old, and his future is still bright.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's eyes suddenly turned dangerous. He hadn't come here on purpose; rather, a fellow disciple had inadvertently leaked this information to him.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and the chill emanating from him quickly dissipated. He lowered his head and said very sincerely:

"Senior Sword Master, whether you believe it or not, I came to the Bloodbath Ground this time because I was framed by a villain."

Please forgive me this time; my master and I will surely repay you handsomely in the future.

Gao Yang looked at him, his expression still calm: "I can feel your sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng suddenly looked up at him expectantly.

Under his gaze, Gao Yang slowly said, "However, what does this have to do with me?"

What does the generous reward from a saint have to do with me?
If my demonstrated abilities haven't exceeded your expectations, would you still be here speaking to me calmly and even obsequiously?

Lin Feng was stunned, and subconsciously simulated Gao Yang's words in his mind.

The conclusion is that, at this very moment, he may have already killed Gao Yang with his spear.

Upon realizing this, Lin Feng's face suddenly tightened, and he looked at Gao Yang: "Does the Sword Master mean there's no point in negotiating?"

"Although you are young, you are actually not that young. You should understand that you have to bear the corresponding price for everything you do."

Under Lin Feng's gaze, Gao Yang slowly stood up and said, "Just like me, if you kill me, I will not have any complaints. It's just that I am not as skilled as you."

However, since you have come here, it means you are prepared to die. Killing you is also fulfilling your will.

As for begging for mercy when you realize you can't win, your parents should have taught you that; it doesn't work most of the time.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Yang stood up straight, and Yongyao naturally fell into his hands.

The moment Yongyao was acquired, boundless killing intent erupted, enveloping Lin Feng from all directions.

Gao Yang stood calmly in place, yet his aura made him appear as imposing as a mountain. He lowered his gaze to Lin Feng, who was a hundred meters away, and slowly spoke:
"Considering the difficulty of your cultivation and the fact that you called me 'senior,' I will let you make the first move."

"Kill me, and you will not only live, but you will also reap unexpected riches."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng gripped the spear tightly in his right hand, his body's chilling aura suddenly contracted, and then exploded in the next instant.

Before Gao Yang could finish speaking, he had already made his move.

With a deafening roar, an area of ​​ten thousand meters instantly turned into a sheet of ice white. The howling wind carried fine ice shards, and the terrifying force of the spear was incorporated into it, silently enveloping Gao Yang.

Just as Gao Yang had predicted, he made Lin Feng make the first move.

The endless spear rays pierced his body, producing a series of crisp, sharp sounds.

In the midst of the storm that obscured his vision, a massive spear, almost merging with the heavens and earth, pierced through space and instantly struck Gao Yang between the eyebrows.

With a single shot, Gao Yang's forehead was instantly pierced.

At the other end of the spear, Lin Feng showed no sign of joy.

He shook the spear forcefully, and Gao Yang, who had been pierced by the spear, suddenly shattered.

"A very decisive shot."

As the voice rang in his ears, Lin Feng's hair stood on end, and goosebumps like copper peas sprouted from his skin.

Endless snow and wind gathered around him, meeting the incoming silver greatsword.

laugh!
The greatsword easily sliced ​​through the wind and snow, its momentum undiminished as it slashed toward Lin Feng's neck.

At the critical moment, a chilling aura surged from Lin Feng's body, and he shifted his body dozens of meters to the side, barely dodging Gao Yang's sword strike.

Before he could catch his breath, the sword pressed down on him again.

He looked up and saw the silver greatsword descending upon him like a shadow.

Lin Feng held the gun with both hands and suddenly roared. The tip of the gun rose like a dragon emerging from the abyss, biting at the falling Yongyao.

clang!
As the spear tip clashed with the sword blade, Lin Feng's eyes widened to their limit, and his arm holding the spear trembled violently.

Only at the moment of the collision did he realize just how terribly wrong he had been.

The greatsword in the man's hand was too powerful; the moment they made contact, his body, which had been tempered and refined over thousands of years, showed signs of shattering.

He had no doubt that if he continued to confront his opponent head-on, his arms would be completely shattered by the relentless force.

Lin Feng decisively let go. Without his power, the spear was sliced ​​in two by the silver-white greatsword, just like a sugarcane.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was shocked. He didn't even have time to feel heartache. It was a quasi-innate spiritual treasure, and it was destroyed so easily.

With a single sword stroke, Gao Yang severed the spear in two, then drew his sword again, aiming straight for Lin Feng's neck.

Having lost his spear, Lin Feng could not stop the descending sword no matter how hard he tried.

A flash of sword light, and a head flew into the air. (End of Chapter)