Master of the Demon Emperor

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After receiving Su Yie's instructions, Rong Hanlong and Gao Wenjie headed directly into the Grand World to attack, while Su Yie and Gao Wenhui stayed atop the Jade Dishware.

In that Grand World, there was only one Qingdao Sect elder holding the fort, which was something two core disciples from the Dustblade Sect could handle. If they really couldn't cope, they could lure him out and hand him over to Su Yie.

"Elder Su, for this surprise attack on the Qingdao Sect, it's sufficient to cause some destruction. If you encounter danger, you can retreat at any time. These are the Sect Leader's words—he mentioned that compared to this vendetta, your significance to the Dustblade Sect is far greater,"

Gao Wenhui whispered to Su Yie. Among the three core disciples, only she was the most detail-oriented, which is why Duan Chengjian had specifically entrusted this task to her.

Su Yie nodded, not saying much.

Soon, a burst of fighting aura erupted from the Grand World ahead, tearing through the clouds that covered the land again and again. The entire Grand World seemed like it could explode at any moment.

This was the destructive power of the Manifesting Saint Realm. This Grand World, though not much smaller than the Ancient Wilderness, couldn't withstand the full-force battle of several Manifesting Saint Realm powerhouses.

Gao Wenhui looked at the Grand World, her face showing no sign of worry.

Rong Hanlong and Gao Wenjie's combat talents were extremely formidable; otherwise, they wouldn't have been given a heavy responsibility by Duan Chengjian.

"You two little rats from the Dustblade Sect! Your actions will doom the Dustblade Sect to a fate from which it cannot recover!"

A roar filled with rage came forth from the Grand World. Shortly thereafter, Rong Hanlong and Gao Wenjie emerged, their swords still dripping with blood. They swiftly flew towards where Su Yie and Gao Wenhui were.

Gao Wenjie spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, "The Qingdao Sect is too sneaky, actually sending four core disciples to ambush us!"

Four core disciples, plus one elder, five Manifesting Saints—definitely not something that the two of them could take on.

Rong Hanlong was about to speak when a whooshing sound of tearing through the air came from behind. A countless number of light arrows came flying towards them like a torrential downpour.

The two of them dodged immediately, and the shower of arrows headed towards Su Yie and Gao Wenhui.

Su Yie slowly stood up, his gaze shifting to the barrage, only to see five figures chasing after them, their faces fierce and their eyes filled with rage.

Without hesitation, Su Yie stepped forward.

Void Jutsu!

He traversed millions of miles in one step, arriving before the rain of arrows and struck out with his palm.

With nearly the Power of a Saint, his palm struck out and dispersed the barrage with a loud bang. Countless points of light shot in all directions, like a massive firework, splendid and beautiful.

"Who are you?"

The Qingdao Sect's elder asked in a deep voice, wearing a grey robe with a cold face, looking to be around forty years old, and holding a black iron longbow in his hand.

The other four core disciples also looked at Su Yie warily.

The moment Su Yie struck with his palm, they felt an extreme danger.

This man is very strong!

Definitely not at the Cultivation of Sainthood!

Su Yie looked down on them with an indifferent gaze and said, "You dare to oppress the Dustblade Sect, you will not escape today."

After speaking, he took another step, coming directly in front of one core disciple.

The core disciple's heart trembled violently, and instinctively raised the Jade Ruler in his hand to defend.

Su Yie threw a punch without any fancy Divine Spellcraft, just relying on brute Physical Strength.

Boom—

The core disciple exploded into a mist of blood, with his Primordial Spirit shattered before it could even attempt to escape!

The Qingdao Sect elder and the other three core disciples were terrified, retreating explosively, all with hearts pounding in shock.

"He... he's a Saint!"

The Qingdao Sect's elder said with a trembling voice. He was aware of the Dustblade Sect's Sages; how had he never seen Su Yie before?

Su Yie was not about to give them a chance to flee, chasing to kill them outright.

Ten breaths later.

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Su Yie returned to the Jade Dishware, Rong Hanlong, Gao Wenjie, and Gao Wenhui were as if petrified, staring dumbfounded ahead; even as Su Yie passed by them, they had yet to snap back to reality.

Their bodies trembled, feeling as if their blood had frozen within their veins.

What had they seen?

Su Yie had killed five Manifesting Saints with mere force!

If he were to use Divine Powers of the Sage, how much stronger would he be?

Rong Hanlong was the first to regain his composure. He excitedly directed the Jade Dishware to continue forward.

Gao Wenjie and Gao Wenhui also shifted their gaze back, looking at Su Yie with awe now, they didn't even dare to speak with him anymore.

At this moment, Su Yie was examining the nine Storage Rings in his hand; the treasures inside were plentiful, enough to replenish the Repository of the Dao.

Next, Rong Hanlong pressed on at full speed, striving to reach Qingdao Sect before they could receive any news and catch them off guard.

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Boom boom boom—

Thunderclouds rolled, fierce winds howled, and the forests below were blown into disarray.

At a glance, the entire world seemed covered by thunderclouds, as if a violent storm was imminent.

On the summit, a figure sat cross-legged in front of the cliff, cultivating. Bolts of thunder and lightning struck him, yet he absorbed them.

He was bare-chested, his skin shimmering with a golden hue, his muscles appearing as though they had been cast from liquid gold, brimming with power.

His black hair danced wildly in the wind, and his eyes were tightly shut, seemingly unaffected by the thunder and lightning.

At that moment, an elder suddenly appeared behind him.

The elder was dressed in a green robe, with a black chainmail underneath, his countenance was benevolent, his eyes seemed almost too narrow to open. He walked with the help of a cane, taking steps towards the Golden Body man. He said, "Young Master, this Heavenly Thunder of Qingdao is of little help to you now, isn't it time to set off?"

Upon hearing this, the Golden Body man opened his eyes, with lightning intertwining within them. He slowly said, "Do you think this Undying Golden Body can truly be cultivated?"

"Although most have failed, perishing along with their path, there are those who have succeeded. I believe, Young Master, that you will be one of them. The upcoming Holy Realm Refinement will be your stepping stone to soar to the heavens upon the Path of Testimony," the cane-wielding elder replied cheerfully, his words bringing a smile to the Golden Body man's face.

The Golden Body man got up, unmoved by the lightning striking his frame. He looked towards the sky shrouded with thunderclouds and murmured with a smile, "Becoming a Saint is not my goal. My ambition, Ao Ruyu, is to transcend the Heavenly Dao and rise as high as the Great Dao!"

Boom—

A bolt of lightning fell, illuminating the world as if it were broad daylight.

Ao Ruyu turned around and walked towards the cane-wielding elder, saying, "Old Miao, how has my elder brother been doing lately?"

The elder, referred to as Old Miao, answered, "Young Master, he has surpassed the Sages and sits level with the Heavenly Dao. He is venturing alone in the vastness, and he will not return to the Divine Universe for tens of thousands of years."

At these words, Ao Ruyu's brows furrowed tightly, a look of displeasure spreading across his face.

Suddenly, the two of them vanished from the spot.

An hour later.

Underneath the blue sky, Ao Ruyu and Old Miao flew on clouds, followed by dozens of people led by Lei Chongshan, the sect master of Qingdao Sect.

At the moment, Lei Chongshan's face was full of smiles as he said, "Young Master Ao, you are welcome to visit Qingdao Sect anytime you wish. Qingdao Sect will always welcome you."

Ao Ruyu responded with a hum, appearing quite cold.

Although his cultivation was far less than Lei Chongshan's, his background was enough to make Lei Chongshan grovel.

"Today is the day Qingdao Sect will be annihilated!"

Just then, a cold and stern voice echoed beneath the Firmament, startling Lei Chongshan and the others to a halt.

In the distance, high in the sky, a black fissure suddenly appeared as if it had been cleaved by a sword.