The Might of the Purple Moon Army

"They're here!"

Yang Xuanwu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's coming?" Yang Kun was completely confused, but seeing Yang Xuanwu flying outside, he quickly followed.

Outside the Tianbei Mountain Range, three powerful Yang Gods, including the old man with the goatee, sat cross-legged in the sky, waiting for Yang Xuanwu to leave the area covered by the Heavenly Stele.

"Huh? Am I seeing things? Look, isn't that the kid?" The burly, dark-skinned man searched his eyes and said in disbelief.

The old man with the goatee and the sinister- Xiang Lin young man looked over and saw Yang Xuanwu swaggering out, accompanied by Yang Kun, who was looking at them warily.

"Does this kid really think Yang Kun can protect him? He actually walked out like that." Xiang Lin sneered.

"Don't be careless. He dares to do this because he must have something to rely on." The old man with the goatee stroked his beard and frowned as he spoke. He also didn't know what Yang Xuanwu was really up to.

"Never mind that for now, just grab him. As long as we have the hostage, what does it matter if he has reinforcements?" the burly, dark-skinned man said impatiently.

The old man with the goatee and Xiang Lin nodded slightly, just about to make a move, when suddenly, a continuous stream of fiery clouds rose from the distant sky. Accompanied by heat waves, a domineering phoenix Phoenix Cry rolled in, treading on the boundless sky.

At the same time, an extremely terrifying killing intent locked onto the three of them.

"Such a powerful killing aura!" The three old men with goatees immediately became solemn, their Qi and Blood surging and manifesting in various strange phenomena as they watched the surging fiery clouds in the distance with extreme vigilance.

Such a grand commotion also attracted the attention of other Martial Dao cultivators practicing in the Tianbei Mountain Range. They all focused their gaze on the eastern sky.

A thunderous Phoenix Cry resounded once more, and a Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, its entire body ablaze with the Southern Bright Li Fire, flapped its wings and flew in.

Wherever it passed, space seemed to distort, Sha Qi surged, Spiritual Qi dissipated, and its power was exceptionally strong.

"This is the reinforcement you called?" Yang Kun's eyes widened. He had originally thought this kid was a lone wolf, but he hadn't expected him to have a powerful backer. No wonder he was so calm and composed, showing no fear whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuanwu simply smiled and remained silent.

With a single flap of its wings, the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast could traverse hundreds of miles, arriving above the Tianbei Mountain Range in the blink of an eye.

Wings reaching the sky, boundless Southern Bright Li Fire scorching the Firmament, two pairs of crimson phoenix eyes staring intently at the three old men with goatees, a terrifying pressure permeating the long sky, causing a sudden cold sweat to appear on their backs.

"Seventh Uncle, is it them?" Yang Yusheng's voice Dang Kai.

"Not bad!" Yang Xuanwu nodded slightly.

Upon receiving the answer, Yang Yusheng's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with murderous intent, which even emanated from the pupils of the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast.

"Purple Moon Army!" Yang Yusheng shouted in a low voice!

"Exist!"

The sound was deafening, as if it were coming from one person!

Those who offend the Yang Household?

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Wait, we're not..."

The old man with the goatee quickly spoke up.

"Kill!!" Yang Yusheng gave him no chance, thrusting his Long Spear straight out.

Call!!

With a flap of its wings, the Vermilion Bird unleashed a boundless gale carrying scorching waves of fire. Although it did not use its most powerful White Tiger Heaven-Splitting Formation, the Purgatory Vermilion Bird was not to be trifled with. It also possessed the strength of the Late Sage Manifestation Realm, making it more than capable of dealing with three Early Yang God Realm cultivators.

This is outrageous!

The burly, dark-skinned man's eyes were bloodshot. The army opposite him was far too domineering, attacking them without any explanation, showing utter disregard for human life.

"Then kill them! Let's see if they have the strength to be so arrogant!" Xiang Lin smiled coldly, raised his hand, and dense, emerald green vines covered the sky and instantly surrounded the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast.

The old man with the goatee sighed and also made his move at the same time.

He knew that this time, they had really messed up.

However, it wasn't in a Martial Cultivator's style to back down without even fighting, so the old man with the goatee didn't say anything more and made his move directly.

Among the three, the dark-skinned, burly man roared, his Blood Qi surging out like a tide, transforming into a thick suit of armor, with sharp barbs covering his joints.

At the same time, a giant broadsword appeared in his hand, shaped like a crescent blade, but with a shorter handle and a thicker, heavier blade, resembling a blunt weapon, clearly suitable for slashing.

Clad in armor and wielding a large sword, the dark-skinned, burly man resembled an enraged bull, trampling the sky as he directly engaged the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast in close combat.

Xiang Lin was responsible for restraining and controlling the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, slowing down its movements.

Surprisingly, the old man with the goatee produced a large bow.

This bow is entirely black, with ferocious Yaomo engraved on its body and twelve eerie, twisted demonic eyes inlaid on it. The bowstring is as thick as an adult's thumb, and its surface is covered with irregular blood-red patterns.

Horrifying, bloody, Sha Qi!

Clearly, this is a magic bow.

The old man with the goatee took a deep breath, and his originally thin body swelled up as if inflated. His withered skin became plump again, and veins bulged. A long dragon of surging Blood Qi coiled above his head.

He extended his muscular right arm, fingers spread, and pulled the bowstring.

A series of ghostly wails and howls resounded, and the long dragon of Blood Qi above the old man with the goatee roared down, transforming into a crimson arrow.

The extremely sharp arrow energy, even before it was unleashed, already sent chills down one's spine.

As the bowstring was drawn back further and further, the twelve demonic eyes opened one by one. After eight eyes had opened, the old man with the goatee seemed to be exhausted and released the crimson arrow from his hand.

Boom!!

The Heaven-Shaking Arrow roared through the Yunxiao, its sound mingling with the Dragon Roar's cry and the demon's howl, enough to terrify the soul and will of Sage Manifestation cultivators.

A blazing red light streaked across the sky, carrying with it half of the old man with the goatee's Blood Qi. If the arrow killed or wounded its opponent, it would plunder a portion of their Blood Qi and soul.

Half of it was devoured by the demonic bow, and the other half was swallowed by the old man with the goatee.

The demonic bow's plundering ability played a significant role in enabling the latter to cultivate to this level.

Of course, if the arrow fails to harm the opponent, the demonic bow will turn against the old man with the goatee, devouring his Blood Qi and soul energy. It is an incomparably powerful and malevolent Devil Treasure.

The three were clearly working together before; one was engaged in close combat to withstand the pressure from the Vermilion Bird, while the other used the Heaven-Binding Vine from a distance to restrict the Vermilion Bird's movements.

The last person is responsible for delivering the fatal blow.

Such a combination would severely injure even a Mid Sage Manifestation expert if not handled carefully.

However, this time they were facing the Purple Moon Army First Legion, which possessed combat power at the Late Sage Manifestation.

Standing in the center of the legion, Yang Yusheng's lips curled into a smile that was a mixture of coldness and mockery.

He swept his Long Spear horizontally, and the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast flapped its wings fiercely in response.

The intense heat of the Southern Bright Li Fire, enough to scorch the space itself, surged and roared upwards, instantly burning all the lush green vines to ashes, which then fluttered down in the air.

"Ah!!"

The dark-skinned giant screamed in agony. His body was also engulfed in the Southern Bright Li Fire. This flame, like a maggot clinging to a bone, burned fiercely, fueled by Fleshly Body, blood, and even his soul. It could not be extinguished and grew increasingly intense and terrifying with time.

At the same time, the Vermilion Bird swooped down with its claws, its sharp phoenix claws resembling Sixth Tier Law Treasure swords. With each opening and closing movement, its sharpness was fully revealed, and in a single strike, it tore the crimson blood arrow into several pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the deadly trap set by the three Yang Gods was broken.

The Vermilion Bird's divine might was unparalleled for a time.