Chapter 1750 - Shang Ziyan’s Sword (2/2)

Shang Ziyan’s silvery hair fluttered in the wind, and he walked over to the carriage while saying, “For a lady like you who is so beautiful and powerful, wouldn’t it be better if we make friends instead?”

The lady’s gaze was not so attractive and calm anymore.

Evidently, Shang Ziyan’s strength had surprised her.

With merely the strength of a seventh-step Saint King, he could defeat two ninth-step Saint Kings.

Even though he had used Rules of Truth, it was still impressive. Any older generation masters who saw that would agree that the youths now were truly scary.

Taking out an ancient mirror, the lady murmured something to it. After which, apart from two Saint Kings who remained to protect her, the other six Saint Kings dashed out, launching their attack at Shang Ziyan.

Two of them even took out a Seven-Yao Saint Weapon, and injected Saint Qi within. Instantly, there were layers after layers of light appearing on it.

Evidently, they wanted to evoke a complete Seven-Yao strength to suppress and kill Shang Ziyan.

Of course, even for a ninth-step Saint King, that would require some time.

The other four Saint Kings took the opportunity to gain some time for them.

The attacks they launched were all mid-level Saint Spells, and had already reached a master level.

One threw out a claw seal, which grew to dozens of meters in size, with countless lightning bolts converging upon it.

Another launched a palm attack, which caused even the clouds to be pressed down, with gusts of wind stirring in the world all around.

…

Facing four ninth-step Saint Kings, Shang Ziyan was as calm as ever as he plucked three red feathers from his headdress.

He swung his arm, and the three feathers flew out.

Instantly, three chirps could be heard thundering across the heavens. Each feather turned into a strange bird that was several dozens of feet across, and flew towards the nine Saint Kings. They actually blocked all the attacks.

Whoos.h.!.+

Shang Ziyan lifted off, and on his right hand a crimson sword appeared. With countless inscriptions, the sword released a heavy presence. He swept his sword towards the two nine-step Saint Kings who were preparing to use the Seven-Yao Saint Weapon.

Before the sword had reached them, a gust of flames had already been blown at them.

Shocked, the two Saint Kings spat a mouthful of blood at their respective Saint Weapons. With that, they were actually ready.

Smiling, they instantly retaliated towards Shang Ziyan, who was standing in mid-air.

Boom!

Two ma.s.sive energies clashed, and the Saint Qi could be transmitted to hundreds of miles away. Even the illusion formation covering this area was almost shattered.

Urgh!

The two ninth-step Saint Kings vomited blood and flew back like ragdolls.

Their arms were bloodied and covered with wounds, with countless sword wounds all over their bodies. Their Saint Weapons were dull and no longer had their original majestic presence.

Shang Ziyan, holding the crimson sword, walked towards the lady, saying, “Now, it is your turn to make a choice. To live as my servant, or to die?”

The lady stood up and looked at Shang Ziyan in disbelief, but quickly she smiled. “No, not yet.”

She swung her ancient mirror, and a blood mist flew out from within, surging into the two ninth-step Saint Kings who were previously controlling the Seven-Yao Saint Weapon.

Their bloodied arms were instantly healed, and they stood up again.

Boom!

Far away, the four ninth-step Saint Kings smashed apart the three flame birds. Turning back into three feathers, they fluttered onto the ground. The four of them then dashed back, blocking Shang Ziyan’s retreat.

Shang Ziyan looked back and frowned lightly. “What a pain. However, even if you could stall me, it would be useless. Soon, all of Kunlun’s Field’s pract.i.tioners will die.”

“How believable! This taoist would like to try and see if you are really correct!”

A ma.s.sive purple cloud surged towards the fight from afar.

That voice came from this cloud.

Looking at the scene carefully, one could see that a fist-sized purple taoist was dragging a giant that was around a hundred and thirty meters in height, flying towards the palace at top speed.

It was clear that that giant was Kun.

Kun had been caught?

The Amazing Little Taoist threw Kun out, and he landed with a huge thump. He then arrogantly roared, “Kids from Heaven Field, come out now! This taoist will kill you all. Your bones will be my steps to fame!”