The Heavenly Prodigy Assembly (11)

A thousand-foot-long light curtain stood in the sky, with eight names floating at its top, each representing one of the eight Champions who had been successfully determined.

However, everyone present knew that beneath those dazzling names lay the corpses of tens of thousands of geniuses. For every general's success, ten thousand bones lay withered. Beneath the feet of any powerful figure, there were countless steps built of blood and bones.

Yang Xuanyang tilted his head back and stared at the light screen for a long time before stepping towards the golden barrier in front of him, holding the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hand.

This was a battle of sixteen to eight. Before this, even Yang Tianyou hadn't expected Yang Xuanyang to have reached this point.

His Slaughtering Blade seemed to possess some kind of peculiar power; with each enemy he slew, the intensity of his Blade Force would surge.

By now, the crimson Blade Force had become incredibly powerful, but its actual level was only at the entry- Blade Force. This strange situation left Yang Tianyou completely baffled.

"Uncle-Master, the Blade Intent of your junior is very strange. It actually has a hint of seizing the Dao from Cutting Heavenly Dao!" Wuhuang said solemnly.

"Intercepting Heaven and Seizing the Dao?" Yang Tianyou seemed to be deep in thought.

As a member of the Daoist Sect lineage, he naturally knew the meaning of "Intercept". It was one of the three supreme Daoist Sect Dao Lineage, which emphasized the 49th Heavenly Cycle and the need to escape one of them. It believed that everything had a glimmer of hope and was especially skilled in killing Technique Method. Many of the Daoist Sect's powerful and supreme killing Divine Ability and Formations originated from the Heaven-Cutting Sect.

From this perspective, Yang Xuanyang's Slaughtering Blade does indeed possess a certain heaven-slaying and Dao-stealing quality.

"I never imagined that the little guy I had the lowest hopes for would actually get this far." Yang Tianyou sighed softly, but his eyes were full of satisfaction.

The path to immortality is long and arduous. Some people progress quickly, while others progress slowly. There are many who achieve great things late in life, and just as many who leave others far behind. The most crucial thing is to possess an indomitable spirit.

Yang Xuanyang didn't get the Spirit Root Modification Resources back then, Lineage didn't provide much support either. But he wasn't discouraged at all. He continued to practice his Blade Intent and study Spirit Cuisine every day, working diligently and never slacking off.

Finally, after being assigned by Yang Tianyou to be in charge of Slaughter Valley, Yang Xuanyang, after accumulating strength for sixty years, suddenly burst forth with great power. From then on, he made rapid progress, especially in his understanding of his Self Dao, which was far superior to others. This allowed him to break through the Nascent Soul barrier in one go and possess a strength far exceeding that of others at the same level.

Within the barrier, a fierce wind swept through, sandstorms raged, and a three-headed Phoenix Divine Bird, its wings outstretched, wisps of blazing dark red flames draped over its plumage, a blend of holiness and ferocity, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Compared to his imposing opponent, Yang Xuanyang appeared much more ordinary. He wore a somewhat dirty black coat, a chef's hat, and carried a broad-bladed Slaughtering Blade, which was only a little over a foot long, in his right hand. He stood loosely, with a greasy belly sticking out. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary butcher.

However, having witnessed his prowess, Nine-Phoenix Lishang dared not be careless in the slightest.

This fat man may not look impressive, but when he gets going, his skills are earth-shattering. In the previous battle, the genius from the Azure Mastiff Lion Clan of the Nine Phoenix Realm was easily cut in half by his Slaughtering Blade.

"Battle begins!"

Cracking!!

A thunderous phoenix Phoenix Cry resounded through the sky. The Nine-Phoenix Lishang the clouds, spread their wings and flapped them fiercely. In an instant, the overwhelming Phoenix True Fire transformed into a raging sea of flames, rushing fiercely towards Yang Xuanyang.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Once the Phoenix True Fire ignites, it will not be easily extinguished. As the sea of fire surges forth, in an instant, raging flames erupt on the ground, and even the soil and sand on the ground are directly ignited by this terrifying flame, further fueling the fire's fury.

Facing this terrifying attack, Yang Xuanyang chuckled, and a red light suddenly shone in his slightly narrow eyes.

Within those tiny, needle-like red lights, countless creatures were crying and wailing. Strangely, the necks and bodies of these creatures were separated, with a gap the width of an index finger between them.

Gushing blood flowed from the crevice, pooling into a sea of blood that stained Yang Xuanyang's originally bright black pupils.

Clang!!

A chilling, murderous Blade Intent swept across the sky. The moment the Blade Cry rang out, the Phoenix True Fire, said to be able to burn anything and never be extinguished, was like a candle flame blown by a gale, instantly extinguished with a "poof".

Nine-Phoenix Lishang' eyes widened in disbelief, but faced with the sweeping, Slaughtering Blade Qi, he had no choice but to put aside his shock and doubt, and swung his wings down like blades.

"Heaven-Incinerating Phoenix Slash!"

Thousands upon thousands of fiery Spirit Mark leaped from the pair of Phoenix wings, instantly igniting a series of flames on the feathers. They intertwined and condensed into a hundred-foot-long phoenix-winged sword, meeting the oncoming crimson sword energy head-on.

Boom!!

A deafening roar resounded in all directions, and the earth cracked open like a spider web, revealing countless fissures. Dark red Phoenix True Fire surged from beneath the earth, resembling a scene after Volcano eruption.

The colors black and red intertwined, the scorching heat of the Phoenix Fire and the chilling cruelty of the slaughter Blade Intent clashed against each other, and in the end neither could prevail over the other.

"Hey, I've killed quite a few flying Demon Beasts, but I've never tried Phoenix before. This time, I'm determined to kill one." Yang Xuanyang suddenly laughed, revealing his white teeth. Despite not being very big, he gave Nine-Phoenix Lishang the feeling that this guy was about to swallow him whole at any moment.

"The Slaughtering Blade Ruthless Edge!"

Yang Xuanyang murmured to himself, the red light in his eyes suddenly intensifying, and as he hesitated, it resembled a dagger soaked in blood.

At the same time, the indifference in his eyes grew heavier and heavier, until it evolved into a Ruthless Gaze that seemed to say that nothing in the world was beyond his control and nothing was beyond his slaughter.

Clang!!

The Blade Cry out again, and endless cold currents surged toward Nine-Phoenix Lishang from all directions. The ruthless will, cold enough to freeze magma, caused the Phoenix Fire burning on its feathers to begin to extinguish.

Pfft!!

With a flash of light, a head fell to the ground, and the gushing phoenix blood dripped onto the ground, burning into charred pits.

"Cracking!!"

A mournful Phoenix Cry soared into the sky. Having lost a head, Nine-Phoenix Lishang was as good as dead. The pain of his soul being torn apart made even his still resilient will break down, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable howl.