Yang Zhaozhen was not an inexperienced person. Therefore, having clearly seen the palace that had appeared before him, he felt even more shocked than the spectators of the battle.
While every single brick and tile of this massive palace seemed to be no different from ordinary materials, they actually seemed to be pieced out of numerous dragon bones as well as scales!
Every brick and tile of the entire palace was worth as much as a city, also possessing incredible power!
Congregated together, they displayed limitless authority and might such that apart from the Martial Saint Yang Zhaozhen, all other living lifeforms in the surrounding five thousand kilometres would feel an unconscious urge to bow down in subservience to this airborne dragon palace upon looking at it.
Amidst the numerous layers of auspicious clouds and draconic authority, there vaguely seemed to be true dragons concealed within the palace, yet having the domineering aura of loftily presiding over all under the heavens as the overlord of all things.
As the door of the palace opened, a powerful suction force was emitted from within, numerous patterns of light flickering within as they formed a wild current, sweeping Yang Zhaozhen within.
Greatly shocked, Yang Zhaozhen hurriedly wielded the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear and unleased his strength to resist the terrifying capturing force of the Myriad Dragon Palace.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Yan Zhaoge taking to the air, flying over towards him. His face livid, he raised his wrist as a streak of fiery green light shot into the horizon.
The fiery light wanted to explode within the air, but the surrounding space suddenly turned dark.
Yang Zhaozhen’s pupils abruptly retracted as the sky above his head was enveloped by darkness, soundless and undetectable, without light and without brightness as the green flames were directly devoured by the darkness.
The next moment, the sound of rumbling thunder resounded amidst the darkness.
The pale white light of thunder lit up, seeming like the first streak of bright light born within eternity.
The thunderbolts exploded, streaks of tragic white thunder mightily descending towards Yang Zhaozhen from overhead.
A helpless Yang Zhaozhen could only raise his Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Lance to painstakingly resist the mighty blow from Yan Zhaoge’s Thunder of Eternal Night.
Yan Zhaoge arrived before Yang Zhaozhen neither hurriedly nor slowly. He laughed upon seeing him, next striking out with another palm.
Yang Zhaozhen’s eyeballs were on the verge of imploding, yet he had no way to evade it at all as he was sent flying by Yan Zhaoge with a single palm once more, flying into the Myriad Dragon Palace.
The great gate of the palace shut with a boom, intense shaking rapidly occurring within.
After having sent Yang Zhaozhen within the Myriad Dragon Palace with his palm, Yan Zhaoge was not in a rush to enter himself as he instead turned to look at the other experts of the Grand Xuan.
Originally, following their initial shock, these Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners had all unconsciously rushed forward, wanting to reinforce Yang Zhaozhen and surround Yan Zhaoge.
However, the situation had instantly changed with the appearance of the Myriad Dragon Palace that had directly imprisoned and suppressed Yang Zhaozhen.
Many of these Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners were Martial Grandmasters, usually being vicious people who could rampage and act uninhibitedly wherever they went.
However, as Yan Zhaoge’s gaze swept across them now, a chill swept across all their bodies as even their bodies and limbs felt numb.
Even the Martial Saint Yang Zhaozhen who usually reigned supreme over the Phoenix Bearing Region was not Yan Zhaoge’s match. All of them truly felt it hard to keep from trembling unrepressedly now.
Yan Zhaoge flicked his sleeve, a thousand jade green light dragons roaring into existence, instantly sweeping between the heavens and the earth!
The numerous green dragons rampaged between the heavens and the earth, sweeping through the party of Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners.
The gloomy sword-light instantly left the entire Labour Wind City amidst a state of icy coldness.
Not just the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners, even the Elders of the Wei Family who had accompanied Wei Yunsheng here this time were all slaughtered by Yan Zhaoge’s sword-light!
With the swishing of Yan Zhaoge’s sleeve, the sword-light was all retracted as he then strode leisurely into the Myriad Dragon Palace.
Just having entered the palace, all-encompassing green fire immediately surged.
Amidst the sea of flames, Yang Zhaozhen’s face was sunken as water as he glared unforgivingly at Yan Zhaoge.
Now that it was already a crucial moment of life and death for him, Yang Zhaozhen abandoned all thoughts of fleeing as he attacked towards Yan Zhaoge with all his might.
There was only one path ahead of him now. Either he slew his way to freedom or he would die without a site of burial!
Amidst the green sea of flames, golden light surged as a great roc flew outwards, shooting towards Yan Zhaoge.
Seven Fowl Treasured Spear, Great Roc Treasured Spear!
Not as nimble and agile as the White Crane Treasured Spear, yet swifter, fiercer and more violent!
The great roc spread its wings, green flames instantly arising alongside the edges of these golden wings that enveloped the heavens and covered the earth!
Yan Zhaoge shook his head, extending his palm and executing the Cyclic Heavenly Seal once more.
The green flames were instantly extinguished, the great roc emitting a mournful wail as golden light exploded within the Myriad Dragon Palace, specks of light drifting away resembling the scattering descent of numerous fowl feathers atop the ground.
The icy ocean that shrouded him within which numerous ice dragons roared was even stronger as it was surrounded by the dragon qi of the Myriad Dragon Palace.
Garbed in the Imperious Cold Martial Armour, Yan Zhaoge reached out, directly grabbing the shaft of Yang Zhaozhen’s Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear.
The tip of the spear was right before Yan Zhaoge, who could even feel the biting coldness and the fiery restlessness merged together alongside that sharp blade.
However, the shaft of the spear was caught firmly where it was, unable to easily move a single inch.
Yan Zhaoge looked calmly at the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear before him as well as Yang Zhaozhen who was close at hand as he smiled slightly.
The Imperious Cold Martial Armour on Yan Zhaoge instantly transformed into an ice dragon, moving along Yan Zhaoge’s arm to wind its way around the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear.
Majestic radiance lit up about the shaft of the spear, a dark-feathered great roc extending its wings and soaring high amidst the radiance as the majestic force swept along numerous frenzied waves.
However, swept along by the ice dragon, the radiance instantly dimmed.
A layer of frost condensed about the surface of the jet-black spear that flickered with a golden light.
With a wave of Yan Zhaoge’s hand, the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear flew over from Yang Zhaozhen’s hands, coming before him along with the Imperious Cold Martial Armour.
The two Sacred Artifacts were filled with spirituality as well as momentous power. As they entangled and clashed now, even without their owners, they still fought a heaven-shaking, earth-overturning battle within the Myriad Dragon Palace.
Yet, there was only despair on Yang Zhaozhen’s face.
With the Imperious Cold Martial Armour having detained the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear, Yan Zhaoge did not cease in his footsteps as he continued striking towards Yang Zhaozhen with a single palm!
The heavens and earth before Yang Zhaozhen’s eyes seemed to have combined into a single line at this moment.
Then, amidst that single blurred line that was the extremes of the heavens and the earth, a sing
le palm squeezed through, growing bigger and bigger as it seemed to have replaced the existences of the heavens and the earth, all within the world having vanished as only this one palm remained!
The sun and the moon were lustreless, as though an ancient divine mountain of primordial times had been lifted by a peerless Divine King, next being smashed down onto Yang Zhaozhen’s head!
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 628: Killing a Martial Saint
HSSB628: Killing a Martial Saint
As Yan Zhaoge’s palm descended, Yang Zhaozhen pushed his hands upwards simultaneously, just barely managing to resist it such that he was not instantly condemned to death!
However, as he parried Yan Zhaoge’s palm, all the bones of Yang Zhaozhen’s entire body crackled with a mighty boom!
There seemed to be an unquantifiable amount of fine steel breaking apart and collapsing together.
All the acupoints of Yang Zhaozhen’s body were trembling as a great amount of terrifying green flames spewed out from within.
However, just having lit up, the fiery green light would instantly be extinguished once more.
A muffled boom resounded as Yang Zhaozhen’s body shrunk in his entirety, his knees having fallen limp by this heaven-overturning palm of Yan Zhaoge’s as he very nearly collapsed onto them!
He howled wildly, the terrifying qi and blood of his entire body erupting as he wanted to stand tall.
Yet, the pressure from up above made it such that the taller he stood, the more and more bent and distorted his entire skeleton became.
Yang Zhaozhen wanted to bear it straight on, but he was completely unable to bear it at all. If he insisted on doing so, his entire skeleton would be crushed into dust.
Whilst pressuring Yang Zhaozhen with a palm, as Yan Zhaoge looked at his face that was already bloated red with all its blood vessels bulging, he smiled as he now raised his other hand.
Beneath Yang Zhaozhen’s despairing gaze, Yan Zhaoge simultaneously executed the Cyclic Heavenly Palm with both his palms, descending straight for him.
With a ‘boom’, explosions audibly resounded within Yang Zhaozhen’s body!
Next came the continuous breaking of muscles and bones which resounded non-stop by their ears.
Yang Zhaozhen opened his mouth, yet could not utter even a sound as a great amount of fresh blood just spewed out of his mouth.
All the blood of his entire body seemed to have been squeezed out now, emerging from all the pores of his body as he was dyed completely into a man of blood.
His skeleton shattered completely, his internal organs reduced entirely to a pool of blood.
Without anything to control it, the green stone fire began blazing within Yang Zhaozhen’s own body.
Within the Myriad Dragon Palace, Yan Zhaoge calmly retracted his palm, watching Yang Zhaozhen’s body disintegrate before him as blood and fire scattered in all directions.
Elsewhere, the Imperious Cold Martial Armour was still in conflict with the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear. Yan Zhaoge no longer paid them any heed, allowing them to battle on as they liked. It would still be within the Myriad Dragon Palace. Even if the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear possessed rationality of its own, it would still not be able to escape from the Myriad Dragon Palace.
Yan Zhaoge turned and pushed open the great gate of the Myriad Dragon Palace, walking out from within as he gazed at the people of Labour Wind City down below.
Those within the city all had their gazes focused on the rampantly hovering Myriad Dragon Palace overhead as well.
There was no one at all who was not concerned about the result of the battle between Yan Zhaoge and Yang Zhaozhen within.
While Yang Zhaozhen had been beaten into retreat earlier, from their innate respect towards Martial Saints, everyone still felt vaguely uneasy within their hearts.
Still, now seeing a perfectly calm Yan Zhaoge casually push open the great gate of the Myriad Dragon Palace and emerge from within, everyone clearly knew the results of this battle.
As a Martial Grandmaster, Yan Zhaoge had surpassed levels to slay the Martial Saint expert, the Phoenix Bearing General of the Grand Xuan Dynasty ‘Fire Roc’ Yang Zhaozhen!
Not only was this Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster above them ridiculously young, his cultivation base was even connected to the heavens and the earth as he arrogantly presided over all.
It was still fine for Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu, but everyone else could not help but feel at a loss.
The Dim Darkness Sect’s Zhang Qiansong was currently staring dumbfounded at Yan Zhaoge who stood within the air, unable to utter even a single word.
In having heard Yan Zhaoge mentioning the deaths of the experts of the Radiant Light Sect previously, while Zhang Qiansong had felt shocked, the information had not been completely verified at the end of the day.
Also, from Zhang Qiansong’s understanding of things, that should have been the work of the seniors of Yan Zhaoge’s sect.
As Zhang Qiansong had thought, Yan Zhaoge was already a blessed genius for having entered the Martial Grandmaster realm at such a young age.
Never would he have guessed that Yan Zhaoge had actually already attained the tenth level of the Martial Grandmaster realm, the Transcending Mortality stage.
It was even more unlikely a thought that Yan Zhaoge might actually be powerful enough to mightily slay the Martial Saint expert Yang Zhaozhen.
The process was not complex, but Zhang Qiansong was wide-eyed and tongue-tied, unable to speak for a long time.
Such an age, such a cultivation base, such strength-Zhang Qiansong could not think of a second person in the entire Royal Reed Sea who could match that.
Amongst the elite descendants of his Dim Darkness Sect, the Grand Xuan Dynasty and the Radiant Light Sect, it was impossible to find a Transcending Mortality Martial Grandmaster who was not yet even thirty.
He could not think of one at the current time. Retracing the history of the various sects, Zhang Qiansong could still not recall such a dazzling figure, at least off hand.
Yan Zhaoge kept the Myriad Dragon Palace, descending onto the ground whereupon he smiled towards Zhang Qiansong, “I have directly slain that Yang Zhaozhen. Your sect won’t mind, right? I am unaware if your sect has any other arrangements regarding him in the Phoenix Bearing Region.”
Awakening with a jolt, Zhang Qiansong said emotionally, “All the Xuan dogs deserve the fate of extermination. Our sect naturally has no objections to Mister Yan having slain him.”
As he regained his wits now, his gaze that was on Yan Zhaoge involuntarily blazed with enthusiasm.
Now, Zhang Qiansong truly felt that there was a pressing need for his Dim Darkness Sect to join forces with Yan Zhaoge and the sect that stood behind him.
The Wei Family Manor had already descended into chaos.
Those of the Wei Family who had previously been reluctant to act against Yan Zhaoge, Zhao Qiansong and the others were feeling restless, yet also dared not move closer to them as they all just appeared awkward.
The Patriarch Wei Yunchang was silent as no glow could be seen within his eyes at all.
Even Wei Lang who had previously been imprisoned and had now been released was watching all this dazedly, resembling an inanimate wooden puppet.
“Mister Yan, you see…” Zhang Qiansong observed Yan Zhaoge’s expression, the latter just casually shrugging, “Your sect can just deal with it. I did not mean to make a move in the first place. It was simply some having come to seek their own ends.”
Saying thus, Yan Zhaoge leisurely returned to his room.
Looking at Wei Yunchang and Wei Lang, Zhang Qiansong sighed.
Yan Zhaoge indeed wasn’t concerned about the Dim Darkness Sect and how to deal with the Wei Family.
Comparatively speaking, Yang Zhaozhen was much more important than them. Still, Yan Zhaoge wouldn’t have shown him any mercy.
Soon, the people of the Dim Darkness Sect dispatched to collect Zhang Qian
song arrived.
Zhang Qiansong immediately explained Yan Zhaoge’s situation. Upon hearing it, all his fellow disciples instantly stared till their eyeballs bulged, their mouths hanging wide open in shock.
The group hurriedly notified the Dim Darkness Sect’s highest figure of authority who was active in the Phoenix Bearing Region, an Elder of the second level of the Martial Saint realm, the mid Merging Avatar stage, whose name was Wang Wenming.
Wang Wenming had originally been in the midst of a standstill with Yang Zhaozhen. For the past few days, he had been feeling puzzled on why the latter had suddenly disappeared. Who knew that the news he would next receive would be the notification of Yang Zhaozhen’s death.
What left him even more shocked followed. Yang Zhaozhen had actually been slain bare-handedly by a Martial Grandmaster expert!
This caused Wang Wenming to leap up in fright. Having battled with Yang Zhaozhen many times before, he naturally knew that Yang Zhaozhen possessed a low-grade Sacred Artifact, the Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear. With spear and man becoming one, for Wang Wenming who did not possess an accompanying Sacred Artifact, he had been unable to obtain victory over him in their few battles thus far.
Now, someone was telling him that Yang Zhaozhen had been slain by a Martial Grandmaster?
Wang Wenming’s first reaction was to doubt it.
Afterwards, hearing that that Martial Grandmaster also possessed a Sacred Artifact, he sighed in relief, nodding slightly, “It is no wonder then…wait, that’s also wrong!”
Even if he possessed a Sacred Artifact, having managed to disregard Yang Zhaozhen’s Dark Feather Slaughtering Golden Spear, the Martial Saint Yang Zhaozhen had still been slain by just this Martial Grandmaster! No wonder in blazes!
Even the deeply experienced Wang Wenming felt his mind throbbing for just that one instant.
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 629: The Dim Darkness Sect that is messed with yet further
HSSB629: The Dim Darkness Sect that is messed with yet further
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