He Had at Least the Combat Strength of a Half-Step Heavenly Monarch!
The crimson light emanating from the vertical eye on its forehead transformed into a tangible pillar of light that shot into the sky, dyeing the sky for thousands of miles around an eerie blood red.
The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank under the crushing Power of Principle, and the entire Black Wind Plains groaned in pain.
"All of you, charge!"
With a command from Youming Kuang.
The remaining eleven leaders simultaneously activated their natal magic Law Treasure, Yin Baleful Qi converged into a black torrent, surging towards Chen Changqing from all directions.
Hundreds of elite Ghost Cultivators at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm formed Ten Thousand Ghost Array on the outer perimeter, sealing off the entire space completely.
This force is more than ten times stronger than the previous wave led by Lao Qi.
Chen Changqing stood atop the Stone Mountain, his white robe billowing in the fierce wind.
He reached into his robe, pulled out a pill, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it.
Nine-Turn Battle Pill.
The best items that Hua Xing refines can restore Law Power to its peak state in a short time.
"Since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, let's all come together."
Chen Changqing drew the Heavenly Mystery Sword from his waist with a backhand motion, and the sword's cry resounded through the sky.
Invincible Sword Domain instantly unfolded!
The void within a thousand miles was completely enveloped by the interwoven black and white Sword Intent. All Ghost Cultivators below the True Lord Realm felt a fear from the depths of their souls the moment they stepped into the Sword Domain.
Those elite Ghost Cultivators at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm were the first to be affected.
Within the Sword Domain, the omnipresent Sword Intent transformed into countless fine, hair-like sword threads, piercing through the protective Yin Qi and slicing through the body's meridians.
Puff puff --
The Ghost Cultivators on the periphery began to fall in droves, bleeding from their seven orifices, their Primordial Spirits shattered under the crushing force of the Sword Domain.
"Useless! He couldn't even withstand his domain!"
Yin Wujiu cursed and summoned the black robe formed from the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Painting. The black robe expanded into a hundred-zhang-long curtain, covering the heads of the remaining Ghost Cultivators and barely resisting the penetration of the Sword Domain.
But this is just a drop in the ocean.
Chen Changqing ignored those small fry.
His gaze locked onto Youming Kuang.
The Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage is indeed a tough challenge.
He's far superior to Elder Tianying we killed before.
But that's all.
Chen Changqing lightly touched the Stone Mountain with his toes, his figure transforming into a blur as he rushed straight towards Youming Kuang.
"Immortal Execution Sword Technique, God Burial Form!"
The Immortal Execution Sword in his hand erupted with a chaotic torrent of Sword Gale energy, slashing towards Youming Kuang's face.
Three beams of blood-red imprisoning light shot out from the vertical eye on Youming Kuang's forehead. At the same time, he pushed out with both palms, and a hundred-foot-tall Youming giant ghost condensed from behind him, opening its blood-red maw to meet the Sword Light.
Boom!
The heavens and earth trembled.
The Sword Gale clashed head-on with the Netherworld Giant Ghost, and the resulting shockwave shaved off the tops of dozens of mountains below.
The Netherworld Giant Demon was cleaved in two by the Chaos Sword Qi, but Youming Kuang used this moment of respite to dodge and retreat more than a hundred feet away.
His right palm split open at the base of his thumb, and blood dripped down his arm.
"Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure..."
Youming Kuang stared intently at the Immortal Execution Sword in Chen Changqing's hand, his eyes flashing with intense greed and fear.
"Where did you, a Late True Lord Stage, get so many treasures?!"
"Why ask so many questions?" Chen Changqing flicked the blood off the tip of his sword. "You're about to die, knowing so much won't help."
Youming Kuang rolled his eyes in anger at these words.
He had lived for thousands of years and killed countless people, but this was the first time he had been ridiculed like this by a junior.
"I'd like to see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!"
Youming Kuang bit his tongue, spitting Essence Blood onto his forehead's vertical eye.
His vertical eyes suddenly widened.
A torrent of dark red Principle surged forth from his vertical eye, instantly drawing the Yin Baleful Intent Principle of heaven and earth to their extreme.
"Netherworld Heavenly Eye, destroy!"
A dark red beam of destructive light swept across thousands of miles, shattering space in its path. Even the black and white Sword Qi within the Sword Domain was scorched by this beam of light, hissing and crackling.
Chen Changqing's expression hardened slightly.
This move is indeed quite powerful, having already touched the edge of the Heaven and Earth Laws.
But that's where it ends.
The Twelve Primordial Spirits within Chen Changqing's body operated simultaneously.
The Nine Great Red-Gold Primordial Spirits released the Pure Yang sword dao Principle, Three Great Star Primordial Spirits drew down the power of countless stars.
The two forces merged within him, transforming into an unprecedentedly terrifying sword technique.
"The Fourth Form of the Immortal Execution Sword Technique - Dao Reversal!"
With this single sword strike, heaven and earth turned upside down.
The chaotic black and white Sword Gale condensed into a sword river a hundred feet wide, forcefully crushing against the destructive pillar of light from the Netherworld Heavenly Eye.
Boom boom--
The two forces collided violently in mid-air, and the resulting light illuminated the entire Black Wind Plain as bright as day.
But the collision lasted only three breaths.
The Dao Reversal Sword River swallowed the dark red pillar of light with overwhelming force, and the remaining Sword Gale rushed straight towards Youming Kuang's face.
Youming Kuang terrified and used all his strength to condense seventeen layers of Principle barriers in front of him.
Puff puff --
The seventeen layers of protective Principle crumbled one after another like paper under the crushing force of the Sword River.
The last wisp of sword Sword Gale grazed Youming Kuang's neck, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his throat.
Youming Kuang staggered backward, clutching his neck, blood gushing from between his fingers.
His face was as white as paper.
"How is that possible...?"
"You're clearly only at the Late True Lord Stage... how could you possibly withstand a full-force attack from Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage and even counterattack?!"
Chen Changqing drew his sword and took a step closer.
"You think I'm only at the Late True Lord Stage?"
"Then guess what level I'm at when I get serious?"
Youming Kuang felt ice-cold all over.
Seeing that things were going badly, Yin Wujiu, who was standing nearby, shouted frantically.
"Boss, run! This person isn't just Late True Lord Stage; he has at least the combat power of Half-Step Heavenly Monarch!"
Youming Kuang doesn't need anyone to remind him.
Without saying a word, he made a hand Method Formula, attempting to tear through space and escape.
But the Invincible Sword Domain had already sealed off this area completely.
The Spatial Laws were suppressed to the extreme within the Sword Domain, so much so that not even a crack could be torn open.
"Trying to run away again."
Chen Changqing's tone carried a hint of helplessness.
"Why are all you Ghost Cultivators the same? You run away when you can't win."
"That True Lord Liehuo back then was exactly like you."
Youming Kuang's pupils suddenly contracted.
True Lord Liehuo?
That old bastard from the Zhengyang Sect, he died at this kid's hands too?!
Chen Changqing didn't give him any more time to think.
The Immortal Execution Sword was raised high.
Youming Kuang retreated desperately.
The wound on his neck was still gushing blood. As he retreated, he patted three hemostatic talismans onto the wound, barely managing to suppress the bleeding.
"Yin Wujiu!"
He screamed.
Yin Wujiu suddenly unfurled the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Painting.
One hundred and eight Fierce Ghosts rushed out of the painting and swarmed towards Chen Changqing, trying to buy Youming Kuang some breathing time.
At the same time, the remaining leaders all pressed forward.
Eleven attacks at the True Lord level simultaneously blasted towards Chen Changqing's location.
Yin Baleful Intent magic light, Netherworld Chains, white bone blades, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner... all sorts of strange and bizarre Ghost Cultivator Law Treasure came crashing down on them.
Chen Changqing didn't even glance at those henchmen.