Zhou Clan Prodigy, Sword Slays Saint King

"Don't be afraid! He's alone. If the six of us join forces, we can definitely kill him! He was only careless just now! Attack together!"

A Saint Great Perfection expert shouted, trying to stir up the others' fighting spirit.

"Alright! Attack together!"

The next second, the six of them fled desperately in six different directions.

"If I let the six of you escape, those guys will laugh at me."

Zhou Xingchen sneered and slashed his sword toward the directions in which the six were fleeing. Then, without sparing them another glance, he rushed toward the next battlefield.

The six were frightened out of their wits by this sight, and four of them were killed on the spot.

Before the Sword Qi could fall upon him, the remaining one found his senior brother, an Early-stage Saint King expert.

"Senior Brother, save me!"

The Early-stage Saint King expert was initially stunned. Upon sensing the terror contained in that sword strike, his face instantly turned ashen. He actually struck his own junior brother back with a palm before fleeing at top speed himself.

"No!"

The Saint cultivator cried out in despair before being slain by the Sword Qi.

Just as that Saint King expert breathed a sigh of relief, a figure appeared out of thin air behind him, a dagger piercing his vital point.

He died on the spot!

This Saint King expert had not reacted in the slightest. The joy of surviving a disaster still lingered in his eyes.

If any Zhou Clan disciples saw this person, their hearts would surely tremble.

He was none other than Zhou Wuying, a Gold Medal Assassin of the Assassination Hall!

His cultivation was merely at Saint Great Perfection, yet he could assassinate an Early-stage Saint King expert.

Zhou Wuying prowled across the battlefield, and every appearance he made took away a fresh life.

On a battlefield of this level, an assassin who could suddenly appear at any moment would certainly make everyone's hearts pound.

And the Assassination Hall had no shortage of such people.

The Assassination Hall's existence horrified the invading cultivators. They had no choice but to devote part of their attention to guarding against it, leaving them unable to unleash their full strength at all.

They feared being suddenly assassinated when their old strength had run out and new strength had yet to arise. The disciples of the Assassination Hall had long become thoroughly adept at this.

The Zhou Clan disciples could barely handle the battlefields below the Saint King Realm, but they were somewhat lacking on the Supreme Realm battlefield.

The Zhou Clan had only three Supremes, yet they had to face seven Supremes!

The Fifth Grand Elder was fighting alone against the two Old Ancestors of the Great Sun Divine Sect and the Mystic Yin Divine Sect. Though they appeared evenly matched, on closer inspection, the Old Ancestors of the Great Sun Divine Sect and Mystic Yin Divine Sect clearly had not used their full strength.

The Fourth Grand Elder, facing the attacks of two Supremes from the Nine Heavens Cloud Palace and the Su Family, had fallen into a disadvantage.

The Grand Elder was a Supreme Great Perfection expert. He held the upper hand against the three Supremes from the Mystic Heaven Hegemony Sect and the Azure Profound Divine Palace, but he knew that Mad Demon Valley was also an enemy. Mad Demon Valley openly had two Supremes, so he had no choice but to remain on guard.

This was the battlefield of Supreme experts. Supreme Realm experts comprehended Law Power. In the Azure World, Supreme Realm experts were beings who could establish sects and become ancestors; as long as Great Emperors did not emerge, Supremes were the strongest fighting force.

All manner of Law Power erupted here. To Saint King cultivators, encountering such terrifying power was exceedingly dangerous.

The highest-tier fighting forces of the Immortal Zhou Family and the Anti-Zhou Alliance were gathered here.

As the Supreme Elders watched the Zhou Clan's young disciples die one after another, their hearts twisted as if cut by knives. These were the Zhou Clan's future!

"Heh heh heh, I never dreamed I'd get to slaughter as I pleased within the Zhou Clan!"

A Late-stage Saint King expert from the Mystic Yin Divine Sect revealed a savage grin. Mystic Yin Qi transformed into jet-black blades, which he swung out to unleash razor-sharp blade force.

At once, bloody blossoms burst across the battlefield, and many Zhou Clan disciples perished within them.

"You're courting death! Do you really think my Zhou Clan is so easy to bully?"

Along with a sharp cry, a clear sword chime rang through the skies. Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, tearing space apart.

The Saint King expert from the Mystic Yin Divine Sect, who had just been slaughtering recklessly, saw only a brilliant flash of sword light before being cleaved in two at the waist, letting out a miserable scream.

Sword Qi erupted, directly tearing apart his fleshly body and crushing his soul, killing him completely.

Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail. Dressed in black, with a cool, detached face and sharp gaze, sword-like brows and starry eyes, she possessed heroic bearing despite being a woman. She was Zhou Zimo.

Zhou Zimo was the foremost of the Zhou Clan's younger generation. Though she was only a Late-stage Saint King, she could kill Saint King Great Perfection experts. She was the number one expert beneath the Supreme Realm!

"You petty vermin dare act so wildly in my Zhou Clan? You truly seek death!"

Zhou Zimo was ruthless and sparing with words. Raising her divine sword, she turned into a streak of light and slashed toward the enemy.

Zhou Zimo's target was clear: she specifically killed Saint King experts. Before long, several Saint King experts had fallen beneath her sword.

Zhou Zimo's might exhilarated the Zhou Clan disciples, greatly raising their fighting spirit as they unleashed divine abilities and cultivation arts to battle the enemy.

"Zhou Zimo, I remember you. The grudge from the past will be settled today." The Grand Elder of the Mystic Yin Divine Sect glared at Zhou Zimo with bloodshot eyes.

His biological brother had once been slain by Zhou Zimo. From that day onward, he had resolved to avenge his brother no matter what.

After cultivating for countless years, his cultivation had reached Saint King Great Perfection. He was only one step away from entering the Supreme Realm.

Yet that single step was like a heavenly chasm, difficult to cross.

Today, he would kill Zhou Zimo to offer sacrifice to his brother's spirit in heaven.

"Heh, you rat hiding in the mud. Come, then. You dared offend my Zhou Clan, so today, I, Zhou Zimo, will cut you down beneath my sword!"

Zhou Zimo sneered. Sword intent burst from her entire body, as though she had merged with the surrounding space.

At that moment, she was like an ancient divine sword, having reached the realm of oneness between person and sword.

The divine sword left its sheath and cleaved through the heavens. The void was effortlessly torn apart like a sheet of paper.

The Grand Elder of the Mystic Yin Divine Sect's expression changed. He brought out a Defensive Artifact in an attempt to block it, but it was directly shattered. Even the treasured armor he wore broke apart immediately after.

"That's impossible!" the Grand Elder of the Mystic Yin Divine Sect shouted in disbelief. Zhou Zimo was actually this powerful!

Blood sprayed everywhere. A massive, gruesome wound was carved across the Grand Elder of the Mystic Yin Divine Sect's chest.

"Run!" Terror filled the Grand Elder of the Mystic Yin Divine Sect's eyes. Without hesitation, he turned and fled.

"Can you escape?" Zhou Zimo sneered, slashing out her divine sword as Sword Qi streaked like a rainbow.

"No!" The Grand Elder of the Mystic Yin Divine Sect screamed in despair. The next moment, his head and body were severed.

Zhou Zimo's lovely face remained icy as she continued killing the other Saint King experts.

Zhou Qiongtian watched Zhou Zimo slaughter Saint Kings with effortless ease. In just this short time, five Saint Kings had already been slain by her.

Zhou Qiongtian felt somewhat bitter inside. Those Saint Kings were each worth ten thousand Destiny Points! His second sister was stealing his monsters!

However, under such circumstances, they naturally had to kill all these attackers as quickly as possible. After all, the Zhou Clan was his Lineage too!

Zhou Qiongtian took a deep breath, and his gaze sharpened.

"Future Self!"