Chapter 367: All Slain!
“Boom!”
“Take one of my moves!”
“And me!”
“Die!”
“…”
The thunderous roar shook the Myriad Realms, and countless worlds trembled at this moment.
At this very moment, all the Saints erupted in unison, their endless power of Saints transforming into a terrifying torrent of destruction that surged toward Lu Qingyang.
Upon seeing this torrent of destruction, the corners of Lu Qingyang’s mouth curved slightly.
In the next instant, he struck.
“Kill!”
Boom!
An enormous blood-colored light curtain descended from the heavens, then directly collided with the torrent of destruction!
Boom!
That was Lu Qingyang’s blood qi light curtain.
At this moment, his Holy Blood erupted, and his endless battle power was like a blood dragon!
The terrifying impact made the entire void seem as though it would collapse.
Endless ripples of energy spread wildly in all directions.
The torrent of destruction formed from the power of Saints and Lu Qingyang’s blood-colored light curtain were locked in a stalemate, each contending against the other.
The radiance that burst forth filled the living beings of countless worlds with fear.
Lu Qingyang’s eyes were like lightning as he stared fixedly at that torrent of destruction.
The momentum on his body continued to climb, Holy Blood surging through his body like a rushing river.
Every drop of Holy Blood seemed to contain endless power.
Supporting that blood-colored light curtain in its confrontation against the combined force of the Saints.
“Hmph, did you think numbers alone could defeat me? Today I will show you the true power of a body refined into Sainthood!”
Lu Qingyang shouted, his voice exploding through the void like a thunderclap.
He stomped down hard, and the void beneath his feet instantly cracked with countless fissures.
An even more powerful force surged out from his body, pouring into the blood-colored light curtain.
The light curtain’s radiance surged, and it began to slowly advance, bit by bit pushing back the torrent of destruction.
When the Saints saw this, their expressions all changed drastically.
Neither had expected Lu Qingyang to be this powerful, still able to gain the upper hand even under the combined force of a hundred of them.
“We can no longer hold back. Let us all use our strongest spells!”
One Saint called out loudly.
The other Saints nodded one after another. They once again channeled the power of Saints.
Their mouths chanted incantations, their hands continuously shifting hand seals.
Instantly, various mysterious Runes and patterns appeared in the void.
These Runes and patterns interwove with each other, forming an enormous grand formation.
Within the grand formation, terrifying power continuously condensed, as if it wanted to devour the entire world.
“Go!”
The Saints shouted in unison, and the grand formation howled toward Lu Qingyang.
Lu Qingyang watched the rapidly approaching grand formation, his eyes carrying no joy.
He drew a deep breath, the muscles on his body tensing, as if he wanted to burst the entire void apart.
“Come, today let us fight to our hearts’ content!”
Lu Qingyang roared.
He swung his fist again, his knuckles wrapped in a layer of brilliant radiance.
This punch seemed to contain the power of the entire universe as it blasted toward the grand formation.
When the fist and the grand formation collided, time itself seemed to stop.
Immediately after, an even more powerful shockwave erupted.
The entire Myriad Realms trembled violently under this force.
Lu Qingyang and the Saints were all sent flying backward by the shockwave.
Lu Qingyang stabilized himself midair, a trace of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The Saints’ faces were pale, and some had even fallen unconscious.
“It’s not over yet!”
Lu Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still full of fighting spirit.
Lu Qingyang was like a peerless divine light.
Wrapped in an unstoppable momentum.
He once again charged toward that group of Saints.
His blood qi all around him was like a materialized raging flame, crackling and bursting in the void.
Every step he took caused time and space to quake and the rules to twist, as if he were the sole sovereign of this chaotic heaven and earth.
He would trample all who defied him beneath his feet.
When the Saints saw Lu Qingyang so fearless of death and growing braver with each battle, waves of shock surged in their hearts.
But at this point, where could they retreat? They could only force themselves to hold up their remaining Holy power and reform the formation.
Those few leading Saints who still had the strength to fight, including the Demon Venerable, had cold sweat rolling down their foreheads, yet they ground their teeth and roared, “Set up the Primordial Chaos Sealing Grand Formation! We must trap this beast!”
In an instant, the remaining Saints forced themselves to raise their spiritual power, each unleashing their divine ability.
Streams of law power sprayed from their palms.
Intertwining and linking in the air, they wove into a dense, airtight giant net of laws radiating a faint light.
It descended toward Lu Qingyang’s head.
Once this formation was completed, the surrounding space seemed to freeze.
The flow of time became sluggish and sticky.
Within the formation, it was as if a separate prison world had formed, locking all things inside.
Lu Qingyang barged into the formation and felt pressure all around him like mountains pressing down, his movements hindered.
Every trace of power circulated as if mired in mud.
But his gaze sharpened, and he immediately channeled the power of his Holy Blood.
His muscles bulged, blue veins rising like coiling dragons and snakes, emitting a dull rumble.
He forcibly propped open that imprisoning force that seemed about to crush his soul.
“You want to trap me? Daydreaming!”
Lu Qingyang bellowed, both hands dancing, fist shadows flying everywhere, every punch he threw.
Carrying power enough to shatter stars.
Slammed viciously onto that giant net of laws.
One punch, two punches, three punches… the giant net trembled.
Layer upon layer of ripples spread across it, and where it was struck, the light flickered and seemed about to go out.
When the Saints saw this, their faces turned ashen, and they hurriedly poured all their strength into reinforcing the formation.
But how could Lu Qingyang give them a chance to catch their breath?
He drew a deep breath, his chest as if swallowing heaven and earth, the Holy Blood in his body burning madly.
Transforming into rolling heat waves that swept across his body, his power instantly climbing to a new peak.
“Break for me!”
Lu Qingyang poured all his strength into his right fist.
That fist instantly swelled several times larger, its radiance so brilliant it stung the eyes.
Like a blazing sun in the sky, carrying the might to split heaven and earth, it smashed down at the formation’s eye.
“Crack!”
A tremendous crash, as if chaos had just split and heaven and earth had been torn open.
That Primordial Chaos Sealing Grand Formation, under this startling punch, finally could bear no more and shattered inch by inch.
When the formation broke, a狂暴 energy storm raged in all directions. The Saints were struck by the backlash.
Screaming again and again, spitting blood, lurching to and fro.
Lu Qingyang walked out from the billowing smoke and dust, his hair disheveled yet his bearing undiminished.
Though also wounded, his clothes tattered and stained with blood.
That towering essence, qi, and spirit still overawed the entire field.
At this moment, his killing intent was decided, his gaze sweeping over that group of bedraggled Saints like a cold blade.
In his eyes, these people had provoked this battle out of prejudice and arrogance. Since it was now a fight to the death, there could only be a verdict of life and death.
“Hmph, at this point, you still want to beg for mercy and call a truce? Too late!”
Lu Qingyang snorted coldly, his figure closing in like a ghost, his speed pushed to the extreme.
Wherever he passed, the void was torn open in streaks of black cracks.
He used both fists and feet, his power unmatched.
Those Saints had already been severely wounded by the formation’s backlash. How could they still have the strength to resist now?
One by one they stared wide-eyed in terror, yet could only watch helplessly as Lu Qingyang’s attacks descended.
In the blink of an eye, most were slain.
In this chaotic, bloody battlefield, Lu Qingyang was like a god of slaughter descended upon the world.
Endless Saint origin surged toward him!