Zhang Yang Runs Amok, Slaying Three Immortals in a Row!

Peach Mountain South.

Golden Pavilion Peak.

Along the way, they continuously gathered scattered Loose Immortal from all directions, and by the time they reached Golden Pavilion Peak, they were all assembled.

Whether it's the Southern Borderlands, the Northern Desert, the North Sea, the East Sea, or even the Loose Immortal in the Central Lands Plains, as long as they aspire to overthrow the Peach Mountain Four Sects and live a carefree life, or have a Blood Sea with the Peach Mountain Four Sects and want to kill their enemies, or are simply trying to take advantage of the chaos to make a fortune.

Right now.

They all converged at Golden Pavilion Peak.

Among these.

Furthermore, the group is led by six top masters Void Patriarch, the Colorful-Robed Madam of the Seven Cultivator Swords of Lion Ridge; the Caiyi Niangniang, the Gu Immortal of the Southern Borderlands; the Master Buwen, the Heroic Monk of Sanyou Three Wanderers Cave; the Dayan Daoist Dayan of Song Ridge Chaotian Temple in Mount Min; Sun Ge, the White Bamboo Ravine; and the Miechen Master Miechen Profound Moon Nunnery Baizhujian.

Not only is his cultivation the highest, but his prestige, whether righteous or evil, is enough to convince the Loose Immortal of the four regions.

Moreover, whether it's Lion Ridge or Three Wanderers Cave, whether it's Colorful-Robed Madam or Daoist Dayan, they all have Blood Sea with the Peach Mountain Four Sects.

They have been entangled for thousands or tens of thousands of years, and there is an irreconcilable blood feud between them.

For example, the Void Patriarch.

More than 10,000 years ago, his master, "Zhouyou Patriarch," died under the sword of the then leader of the Peach Mountain Sect.

For example, Master Miechen Profound Moon Nunnery not only lost his senior sister to the monks of Great Mount Sumeru, but also lost his five True Immortal disciples to the True Immortal of Great Mount Sumeru and Peach Mountain.

Hatred is hard to extinguish.

Certainly.

Whether it was the Void Patriarch or Master Miechen, quite a few True Immortal from the four sects died at their hands.

In short, hatred is hard to resolve and resentment is hard to extinguish.

Even after thousands or tens of thousands of years, as long as they are not dead, a great war will still break out.

A war was about to break out more than three thousand years ago.

More than three thousand years later, their vitality has been restored, and they will fight again!

The summit of Golden Pavilion Peak.

After the lively celebration, everyone returned to their cave abode, waiting for Peach Mountain to welcome them.

Zhang Yang and Qin Fan, master and apprentice, walked together.

Qin Fan glanced around and, seeing no one nearby, said, "Void Patriarch and Master Miechen have repeatedly inquired about the Grandmaster's whereabouts from Master. The Grandmaster has yet to appear, and I think these people are quite dissatisfied."

This is still a euphemism.

In fact.

The major forces, such as Lion Ridge and Three Wanderers Cave, did not intend to launch a general offensive against Peach Mountain so quickly.

Just as the Great Victory Patriarch invited Nangong Pojun to ambush and kill Zhang Yang had also invited Daoist Windfire and Zhao Yan'er, who also intended to kill the Great Victory Patriarch.

Over the years, forces such as Lion Ridge, along with the Loose Immortal of the four regions, have been constantly testing each other and engaging in small-scale conflicts with the Peach Mountain Four Sects.

But the real showdown is still a bit short of being decided.

A trigger is needed.

If the Great Victory Patriarch kills Zhang Yang this time, or if Zhang Yang kills the Great Victory Patriarch, this will be the fuse. The true fire of both sides will be fully ignited, and unable to withstand the probing, they will launch a general attack.

Unexpectedly, neither the Great Victory Patriarch nor Zhang Yang killed the other.

But a Ninth-Tribulation True Immortal appeared out of nowhere and, with a single move, captured two of the Peach Mountain Three Immortals and the leader of the Twelve Swordsmen.

This completely ignited the conflict between the two sides.

Initially.

The Rogue Cultivator from the four regions, including those from Lion Ridge and other forces, were overjoyed.

Peach Mountain lost three top experts, but gained an invincible figure.

One rises as the other falls.

The odds of winning have greatly increased.

However, with the gathering of many True Immortal, the 'Daoist Guangyuan' has not appeared to this day, and many Loose Immortal have begun to waver.

Rumors began to circulate—

"Could that Daoist priest be one of the four sects?"

"That's possible! Otherwise, why haven't they dared to show themselves yet?"

"Rumor has it that the Daoist priest subdued Peach Mountain Wine Sword Immortal, Thunder Sword Immortal, and the Great Accomplishment Sword Immortal with a single move. If it wasn't a setup, who has such strength?"

"That's right. If that person was so strong, why did he only 'capture' three people alive instead of killing them on the spot?"

"There's a ghost!"

"There's a mole!"

The wind kept blowing.

The wind direction gradually changed.

Qin Fan felt this most deeply.

From the moment the news spread, many Loose Immortal and even figures from forces like Lion Ridge and Three Wanderers Cave, whose strength and reputation were no less than those of the Twelve Swordsmen of Peach Mountain, came to him to establish a relationship.

But in recent days, the number of Loose Immortal surrounding him has gradually decreased.

They didn't explicitly distance themselves or break off relations, but compared to before, they were much more reserved.

This made Qin Fan feel a little uneasy.

"Your grandmaster's absence is naturally due to his own reasons."

Zhang Yang glanced at Qin Fan.

He had eyes and ears, so of course he knew what Qin Fan and the others were worried about. But while others might not know, he did know that his teacher had a deep-seated grudge against the Peach Mountain Four Sects and would never cooperate with them in setting up a scheme.

He was more worried—

"Teacher has cultivated to become Ninth-Tribulation True Immortal in just thirty years. Could it be that he has recently made another breakthrough, which has caused the Five Declines of Heaven and Man to descend, greatly reducing his strength and making it difficult for him to show himself?"

If that's the case, then that would be terrible.

It wasn't because they lacked an invincible fighter, but rather because their strength was fluctuating wildly during this great calamity, which clearly posed a significant danger.

A slight misstep could capsize the boat.

"If that's the case."

"Not showing up is the best choice."

Zhang Yang pondered his guesses, feeling both worried and happy. He was worried about his teacher's safety, but happy that his teacher's cultivation might have improved again, perhaps even reaching the level of Earth Immortal.

As for the subtle exclusion and guardedness they experience here, it's not worth mentioning.

"Yes, Master."

Qin Fan saw his master looking at him and knew his thoughts had been seen through. He dared not think too much or ask too many questions, and quickly lowered his head to agree.

They returned to their cave abode.

Nothing was said that night.

The next day.

A group of True Immortal set off together and arrived at Dragon Spring Mountain.

Dragon Spring Mountain.

A clear spring divides the north and south.

Three poles in the sun.

Led by Xiongshi Ridge and Sanyou Cave, 217 true immortals arrived at the south of Longquan Mountain.

Whoosh!

It is neither the roar of a tiger nor the cry of a dragon.

A biting wind swept across my face, and a chilling, unpleasant atmosphere permeated my senses.

It was indeed a gathering of rogue Rogue Cultivator and demons; flying sand and stones, gusts of demonic wind, and dark clouds filled the sky—a chaotic scene of Demons Dancing in Chaos wildly.

It has just been settled.

To the north, led by the Peach Mountain Four Sects, countless True Immortal, some riding clouds and others stirring up the wind, landed on the Dragon Spring Mountain. Compared to the south, the north was far more vibrant with immortal spirits.

The wind is Qingfeng.

The clouds are auspicious clouds.

It could be Buddhist Sect with a heavily guarded treasure chest, or a Daoist True Immortal.

It is pleasing to the eye.

The two are clearly distinct.

They didn't say much when they met.

Then, a dignified man dressed in a peach-blossom robe leaped into the sky from the north, his eyes sweeping over the group of demons and Loose Immortal in the south, and he shouted, "Where is the evil Daoist Guangyuan?!"

This sound was like a thunderclap, containing boundless sword intent.

The weaker and less stable True Immortal was nearly scared out of his wits by this shout, and his Law Power almost went out of control.

"Yu Zhenzi!"

"This is the leader of Peach Mountain Sect, the 'Wondrous Sword Immortal' Yu Zhenzi!"

"So it was him. No wonder he was so powerful. He's terrifying."

Dragon Spring Mountain, someone recognized the man as Peach Mountain Yu Zhenzi. A flurry of discussion ensued, but no one dared to speak up.

Even the Void Patriarch remained silent.

All eyes were on Zhang Yang and Qin Fan.

"Yu Zhenzi."

How could Zhang Yang ignore the insult to his mentor? He immediately glared angrily, took two steps forward, and shouted, "Two of the Peach Mountain Three Immortals are gone, and this little 'Wondrous Sword Immortal' dares to be so arrogant?!"

Although Zhang Yang was angry, he remained rational.

Instead of going up to Dragon Spring, I only stood a few steps away to avoid being ambushed.

Upon hearing this, the celestial 'Yu Zhenzi' remained neither angry nor annoyed. He simply looked at Zhang Yang and said with a faint smile, "So it's the White-Haired Thunder God of Sea-Gazing Peak. What's wrong? Your teacher is hiding his head and refusing to come out, so you're making your disciple take the blame?!"

"Snort!"

"If the teacher were to come, some people would be terrified and wouldn't dare to utter such arrogant words!"

Zhang Yang didn't back down verbally, but he didn't budge an inch.

The immortals on both sides watched the two men engage in verbal sparring, growing impatient.

However, the Loose Immortal and demons on the Lion Ridge side, because 'Daoist Guangyuan' did not appear and even had questionable identity, were unwilling to help Zhang Yang. And none of the Peach Mountain Four Sects and a group of righteous Loose Immortal immortals dared to interrupt Yu Zhenzi.

Fortunately.

Yu Zhenzi was the first to become impatient.

"If I, the sect leader, were to take action, my fellow practitioners would inevitably accuse me of 'bullying the weak with my superior strength.'"

Yu Zhenzi chuckled at Zhang Yang, turned around and swept his gaze across the formation behind him, then asked loudly, "Who will kill this brat for me?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

More than ten people stepped forward at once, shouting in unison, "I'll do it!"

Hearing the sound, everyone looked over and saw seven or eight True Immortal of Peach Mountain and four or five Righteous Loose Immortal stepping out from the crowd, their faces filled with high fighting spirit.

Zhang Yang is quite a name.

Those who dare to step forward are at least at the Nine Difficulties level of cultivation.

On the Peach Mountain side, everyone is a member of the Twelve Swordsmen. For example, Chen Sigu, the third-ranked "Azure Sun Sword", Mo Junshan, the fifth-ranked "Jade Sword", and Fan Peng, the sixth-ranked "Rising Sun Sword".

Yu Zhenzi glanced at it.

A random point landed on a rugged young man.

It was none other than Fan Peng, the "Rising Sun Sword".

"Disciple obeys!"

Fan Peng's expression brightened, he clasped his hands in response, and then leaped onto the Dragon Spring platform, shouting at Zhang Yang on the opposite bank, "Zhang Yang, you brat, do you dare to fight your Grandpa Fan?!"

Zhang Yang looked up.

Yu Zhenzi had already retreated into the formation.

On Dragon Spring, there was only Fan Peng.

Qin Fan, standing nearby, said worriedly, "Master, this might be a trap!"

"It's alright."

Zhang Yang waved his hand.

Yu Zhenzi dared not fight, but Fan Peng's cultivation was only average, so there was no reason for him to back down.

He leaped forward, and a Golden Light flashed, heading straight for Fan Peng's face.

The first battle on Dragon Spring Mountain—

The battle has officially begun!

This first battle came quickly and went quickly.

Just one glance.

"Ah!"

Fan Peng screamed in agony, unable to block the oncoming Golden Ring, and was instantly smashed into a pile of mud. The Golden Ring coiled around and brought the magic sword back from Fan Peng's hand.

It fell into Zhang Yang's hands.

The field fell silent.

Although Fan Peng wasn't ranked high among the Twelve Swordsmen, he was still a top-tier True Immortal who had survived a tribulation. Unexpectedly, he couldn't even last a single round against Zhang Yang.

This truly shocked everyone.

"Excellent tactic!"

Upon seeing this, Yu Zhenzi roared, "Junshan, bring me this boy's head!"

Mo Junshan, the 'Jade Sword', looked rather grim, but he dared not disobey the decree of the sect leader in front of the immortals, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

However, it was only two rounds.

Mo Junshan was smashed into a pile of mangled flesh.

"Hiss!"

A collective gasp of cold air filled the air, startling everyone around.

"How dare you!"

Seeing this and the commotion around them, Yu Zhenzi roared, "Where is Chen Sigu? Kill this scoundrel at once!"

"Disciple... Disciple obeys."

Chen Sigu 'Azure Sun Sword', was afraid of the fierce power and wanted to refuse, but seeing Yu Zhenzi's eyes that seemed to want to devour people, he dared not disobey and had no choice but to jump into the fray.

Be careful and cautious.

But he only lasted two rounds before being utterly destroyed.