Chapter 310

“Today, I, Xiao Yang, shall kill a Saint!”

Xiao Yang looked up at the Immortal Gate envoy in the sky.

A powerful aura erupted from him, matching even that of the Immortal Gate envoy.

Two tremendous forces clashed atop Qingyun Mountain.

Even with the barriers in place, chaos erupted outside.

Martial artists in Qingyun City, thirty miles away, sensed the overwhelming energies.

Countless martial artists rushed out of the city, stunned as they stared at Qingyun Mountain.

Above it, the sky turned dark as winds and clouds roiled, the sun and moon concealed.

Silver serpentine lightning flickered incessantly in the atmosphere.

Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

“What the…?”

Inside Hundred Herb Valley, Chen Taixu rushed out, shocked.

This was the aura of the Sacred Realm!

Who was making a move atop Qingyun Mountain?

Martial artists within hundreds of miles sensed the shift in spiritual energy.

“What’s happening?”

Qin Fei, who had just completed his seclusion, arrived near Qingyun Mountain only to find it surrounded by formations.

Having recently broken through to Half Saint, he was eager to settle scores with Xiao Yang.

Meanwhile, those secretly plotting against Xiao Yang were also taken aback.

Assassins from the Smoke Rain Tower had long wanted to eliminate him.

Yet they hesitated to make a move.

The bounty on Xiao Yang’s head grew ever higher on the assassination list.

Countless assassins sought to kill him and claim the reward.

But nobody had succeeded thus far.

Of course, had they succeeded, Xiao Yang would be dead!

Atop Qingyun Mountain, in front of Qingyun Great Hall,

“Son of a sinner, do you really think I won’t kill you?”

The envoy from the Immortal Gate was genuinely enraged.

When a Martial Saint is furious, it shakes heaven and earth.

“Come at me!”

Xiao Yang waved his finger at the Immortal Gate envoy in the sky.

His disdainful expression was a direct insult to the envoy.

How dare he underestimate me?

“Hmph!”

The envoy raised his hand and pressed downward toward Xiao Yang.

The natural spiritual energy around him surged and gathered into a colossal hand in the void, crashing down toward Xiao Yang.

“Boom!”

The space beneath the massive hand quaked violently.

With just a light push, the envoy displayed earth-shattering might.

Xiao Yang chuckled, pointing his finger like a sword toward the descending hand.

A beam of sword light shot forth from his fingertip, piercing through the massive hand.

“Huh?”

The envoy was taken aback.

As the colossal hand dissipated, the piercing sword light surged toward the envoy.

He waved his sleeve, shattering the fierce sword light in the void.

The envoy dived from the heavens, extending his hand toward Xiao Yang.

The entire void seemed to shrink under his grip.

Xiao Yang felt a constraining force enveloping him, almost as if the entire space he occupied was being crushed.

Shaking off the restraining force, Xiao Yang exclaimed, “Eat this punch!”

He stepped forward, launching a powerful punch upward.

The raging force transformed into a dragon shape, charging fiercely at the envoy.

The envoy slapped out a palm.

“Boom!”

A loud explosion erupted as their powers collided.

Xiao Yang felt an overwhelming force push him back several steps.

The hardened ground shattered beneath his feet.

The envoy vanished into thin air.

Suddenly, Xiao Yang felt a tight grip on his shoulder, and he was tossed aside.

“Bang!”

Xiao Yang crashed into the great hall.

“You overestimate yourself!”

The envoy reappeared where Xiao Yang had stood.

“Who are you calling overconfident?”

Xiao Yang emerged from the hall.

“Huh?”

The envoy tried to step forward, but found his feet bound by golden ropes.

“Binding Immortal Formation activate!”

With Xiao Yang’s roar, golden ropes surged from the ground, wrapping around the envoy tightly.

Xiao Yang stepped forward, appearing before the envoy and delivers a punch.

At the moment his fist landed on the envoy, the envoy broke free from the Binding Immortal Rope and seized Xiao Yang’s fist.

“What?!”

Xiao Yang was taken aback. This envoy had some skill!

“Bang!”

The envoy kicked Xiao Yang, sending him flying.

“So what if I draw in Earth Veins Spiritual Energy? So what if we fuse man and formation? A mere Half Saint can’t turn the tide!”

The envoy scoffed.

But at that moment, Xiao Yang stood up again, his aura growing stronger.

The envoy frowned; capturing the son of the sinner would be a significant merit.

With a wave of his sleeve, he sent it swirling towards Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang grabbed the encroaching sleeve and pulled fiercely, but couldn’t tear it.

Before he could react, the sleeve enveloped him entirely.

The envoy sought to capture him.

Just then, a beam of sword light tore through the envoy’s sleeve and struck him.

“Ha! Are you silly? You think a regular sword can hurt me?”

The envoy laughed heartily.

But the next moment, Xiao Yang broke free from the sleeve’s bindings.

Countless shards flew everywhere.

“Who said this is an ordinary sword?”

Xiao Yang shot back with a grin.

“What…?”

The envoy was stunned. Pain flared in his chest as he looked down to see the sword piercing right through him.

“How could this be…?”

He couldn’t believe it.

As a Martial Saint, ordinary weapons shouldn’t be able to touch him, let alone while he wore protective armor.

Even the three divine swords from the North couldn’t pierce his defenses.

Yet, this seemingly trivial sword pierced both his protective armor and his sacred body.

He never imagined he would suffer injury at the hands of the son of a sinner.

Next, grasping the sword, he attempted to pull it out, but the sword’s destructive aura crushed his life force.

Even a powerful physique like a Martial Saint couldn’t withstand its overwhelming essence.

His life force was rapidly devoured by the sword.

In no time, the envoy’s body withered, turning into a desiccated corpse.

The sword had drained the vitality from a Martial Saint in one go.

Xiao Yang was dumbfounded.

The Futian Sword was indeed formidable!

This sword was the legendary blade of the ancient Futian Emperor.

After consuming the envoy’s vitality, the sword gradually calmed, returning to its unassuming state.

No one would suspect that this ordinary-looking weapon sucked the life out of a Martial Saint.

Xiao Yang pulled the Futian Sword from the envoy’s body, staring at it in disbelief.

This sword was terrifyingly powerful!

The Fire麟 Sacred Beast and Ice-Bound Profound Flood Dragon watched Xiao Yang’s sword with fear.

This was a weapon capable of killing a Saint!

Xiao Yang had truly taken down a Saint today.

Yet, he couldn’t feel joy.

After all, the envoy was just the tip of the iceberg; the mysterious Immortal Gate loomed behind him.