The Evil Lord of All Realms

No one among the prodigies who were watching around the battlefield changed their colors. Ye Xueqin, who had been paying close attention to the battlefield, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

She naturally knew the power of this sword technique. It would be difficult for a third-level Holy Emperor to catch this sword, but it was actually resolved like this.

"God-killing!"

At this moment, before everyone had come to their senses, Ye Chen let out a loud shout.

At this time, he looked ferocious, as if his majesty had been challenged. Without any extra words, he directly raised the sword in his hands with both hands. The murderous intent was overwhelming, and the terrifying pressure poured down like the sea water pouring down from one side.

"Nima, this kid doesn't respect martial ethics. Is he in a hurry? He strikes so quickly and he rushes to be reincarnated!" After Ergouzi came to his senses, he immediately breathed the fragrance into the night sky.

Many cultivators were surprised when they came to their senses. Ye Chen was really angry. Without saying a word, he picked up the sword with both hands and slashed down.

"He is finally serious, and the show is about to begin!" Some cultivators suddenly became excited, because the atmosphere was different from before.

In the night sky, murderous intent surged wildly, which was so terrifying that it gave everyone a soul-stirring feeling.

Many people felt as if their hair stood on end, as if the world had suddenly entered a severe winter, and their whole bodies were as cold as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Countless onlookers were staring at the night sky, not caring about the bright sword light that stung their eyes at this time. No one wanted to miss any detail.

Because the aura of this sword was more terrifying than the previous one, and because Ye Chen struck like this, Mo Yang seemed to be caught off guard, and he probably didn't even have a chance to block.

"Mo Yang..."

Yu Yao's exclamation came from the distance.

Mo Yang stood in the night sky, and the sword light that fell down was very fast, with unparalleled murderous intent, and it landed on top of him in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yang's face was a little pale, his black hair was blown wildly by the mighty air waves, and his blood-stained robes rustled like flags on the battlefield.

Seeing that the sword light had fallen, he silently closed his eyes.

The many cultivators who were watching were stunned at this moment, including the geniuses from all walks of life, and everyone's eyes were frozen.

Has Mo Yang given up resistance?

Did he know that he couldn't resist, or that it was too late to block, so he accepted his fate?

Ergouzi originally wanted to say something, but it was too late. He stood there with his mouth open.

Ye Xueqin seemed to be relieved, but the look on her face was a little dazed, as if she did not expect that this kind of thing would happen, and that Mo Yang would give up resistance at this time.

…

"It's God's will..."

But at this critical moment, Mo Yang murmured to himself, and everyone could only vaguely hear a few words.

Immediately, the lines on his head collapsed, and a peerless energy suddenly burst out, instantly dispersing the murderous intent and sword energy that filled the world.

A mysterious ancient character floated above his head. The mysterious ancient character appeared, as if everything was suppressed instantly. The night sky suddenly calmed down, and all the surging air waves instantly dissipated without a trace.

At this moment, time seemed to have stagnated, and the scene in the night sky fell into stillness.

Because the falling sword light was actually fixed in mid-air by an invisible force. It was less than two meters away from Mo Yang's head, with a mysterious ancient character separated in the middle.

There was no sound of collision, no disintegrating air waves swept out, everything was silent.

Only that peerless energy shrouded the world and swept the entire Xuantian City in an instant.

A few breaths of time passed, and the light of Ye Chen's unparalleled sword slowly faded, and then disappeared in the night sky...

Ye Chen's eyes widened, and his face was filled with countless complicated expressions, including shock, bewilderment, and others...

"you……"

He seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he uttered one word, Mo Yang opened his eyes and uttered only one word.

"go!"

Mo Yang said and raised his hand, and the ancient characters flew up into the air and headed towards Ye Chenyin.

The entire night sky seemed to be held up by the mysterious ancient characters. Ye Chen stood there with a hint of horror in his eyes.

Tonight, so far, it was the first time that he showed such a look.

But he didn't avoid it, and watched helplessly as the ancient characters were printed towards him, and then blood spattered, and his body was torn apart instantly, turning into pieces and flying everywhere...

"This is the emperor's text..."

At this time, some cultivators reacted, and a cry of surprise broke through the dead silence of Xuantian City.

"Why didn't Ye Chen evade? Did he want to challenge him?" A cultivator then exclaimed.

The scene that happened in the night sky was too shocking, and it was like a shocking reversal. Everyone originally thought that it was Mo Yang who was crushed, but in the blink of an eye, everything changed, and the roles were reversed.

"It's not that he doesn't want to avoid it, it's that he can't avoid it!" A genius said.

Ye Chen seemed to want to retreat just now, to avoid the imperial text, but he seemed to have nowhere to retreat, his body was locked, or even directly immobilized.

It was like a rain of blood fell in the night sky, with countless blood falling down one after another, along with some crushed body fragments.

Mo Yang stood there silently. There was no attractive aura coming from him, but it made everyone change their color.

"Roar……"

A moment later, a roar resounded through the night sky, and the blood drops and pieces of flesh and blood scattered everywhere began to tremble violently. Each drop of blood was radiating a bright light of blood, and a terrifying aura filled the air.

Although this scene was shocking, no one was surprised. After all, Ye Chen had the third-level cultivation of the Holy Emperor, so it was impossible for him to fall like this. Now he was obviously reshaping his fighting body.

However, Mo Yang did not take action and stood silently in the night sky with his hands behind his back.

As the flesh and blood gathered together, after a few breaths, Ye Chen's body was reshaped. He seemed to be in nirvana after bathing in blood, and the aura emanating from his body was actually a bit stronger than before.

"What's going on? Something seems wrong with Ye Chen. He feels different from before..." A cultivator whispered.

The geniuses from all walks of life also frowned, feeling extremely puzzled, because at this time, it seemed that Ye Chen had undergone tremendous changes, but they couldn't tell where exactly the changes had occurred.

"As a sword, I have touched the threshold..." Nie Yun was also surprised and couldn't help but speak.

Mo Yang stood with his hands behind his back, a strange look on his face.

"Thank you for helping me break the shackles. After this battle, I hope to set foot in the Great Sage Realm!" Ye Chen stood there, although his face was pale, he showed a sinister smile.

"Yeah?"

Mo Yang's eyebrows stretched, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then a cold voice came from his mouth: "The earth is Kun!"