Chapter 2,208: Ultimate Humiliation
black shadow beneath the ground. 。"I think this incident might be related to the descendant of Ziyangu Palace we're looking for, so I wanted to let you know." 。Xia Xiaoying said 。There shouldn't be...Fang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile.
And at this very moment, in the skies above all corners of Nanyu.
Many saints felt the terrifying aura emanating from afar, and they all stopped what they were doing to turn their heads south.
The place they were looking at was right on the southern border, towards the green sea in the south!
And they all knew that direction... was the location of Yuhua Gate!
"We need the guidance of the Holy Lord, should we first go to Yuhua Gate to check the situation" A saint at the fourth step of the Ascension Realm transmitted his voice to Yun Shang Pavilion, asking.
"Carry on with your operations! Ignore the Yuhuamen!"
He got an answer quickly.
But the one who answered him wasn't the Lord himself, but his attendant, the saintly Kūrong.
"...It is," the sage replied.
When the Lord did not answer, what Ku Rong Sage said could basically represent the Lord's words.
Therefore, they continued to act according to orders.
Thus, these sages continued their indiscriminate carnage, ignoring the powerful aura emanating from the Green Sea.
"Whoosh..."
The fourth-step Sage of the Immortal Realm shot forward rapidly, their two palms striking the ground continuously.
Every one of his palms strikes would inevitably obliterate everything within a radius of several dozen kilometers, instantly killing all living things in its path.
"Haha…"
I have to say, the feeling of slaughtering ants is more enjoyable than I imagined.
The sage swept through, leaving a trail of victory, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The smell of blood excited him abnormally.
"Click!"
However, just as the saint was about to unleash another palm strike, his body suddenly stiffened mid-air!
"What is this!"
The saint's face changed drastically, his heart pounded in fear, thinking he had encountered an enemy attack, and immediately wanted to release the aura from his body.
"Click click click..."
However, the spiritual energy within him was unable to be released at all!
I'm completely locked up, there's no space at all!
"Oh no!"
The saint roared in anger, trying constantly to unleash his aura and shatter the restraints.
But at that moment, golden light flashed in the sky and fell upon him.
The saint's movements came to a halt. With all his might, he lifted his head and gazed upwards.
And then he was struck dumb.
Above his head, a mark appeared.
Golden Cross Sword Mark!
And it is spinning, like a windmill, flashing with golden light, and radiating an immense aura!
"Ah ah ah…"
The saint regained his senses and struggled with renewed vigor.
But the aura of the Fourth Step of Ascension, it was utterly useless!
Even if he wanted to condense a Yuan Dan, he wouldn't be able to!
"Lord, I need help!"
The sage could no longer bear it and sent a voice transmission to the Cloud Pavilion, roaring for help.
But at this moment, no one answered him.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the golden cross sword mark rotating in the sky stopped.
The sage looked at the mark in the sky, a little stunned.
The next second.
"Whew..."
Golden flames, burned upon the saint.
The face, arms, limbs, and torso... all were covered.
"Sizzle..."
The scorching flames reduced the saint's body to ashes in an instant.
"Ah ah ah ah..."
The sage let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body convulsing.
His magical artifacts and garments were instantly incinerated, his skin reduced to ash.
"Whoosh!"
And at this very moment, another ray of icy blue light fell from the mark, entering the saint's body from the top of his head.
This is a chilling aura.
"Click click click..."
The meridians in a holy body froze rapidly.
This is also an extremely painful thing.
The outside is burning flame, the inside is encased in ice...
Ice and fire converge, pain doubled!
"Ah ah ah..."
But the flames and icy aura refused to let him die quickly. Instead, he was subjected to agonizing torment.
In this area, the saint who was still slaughtering let out a terrible cry.
...so that the fleeing cultivators and mortals on the ground came running out, gathering to watch this scene.
The saint's body was burning in the air. Such a sight... they had never seen anything like it in their lives.
But when they came to their senses, they clapped their hands and shouted for joy!
"Burn him! Burn him!"
“It must have been the Star Ancestor who made the move! Or perhaps it was Headmaster Fang of the Feather Transformation Sect!”
"Die already! You bastard!"
Below are shouts of rage.
"Ahhhh... let me die..."
And in the air, the saint was already worse than dead, his whole body twitching.
Where was the powerful demeanor of a Stage Four cultivator from the Immortal Ascension Realm
And this scene was not just happening to this saint.
Over the skies of the Southern Regions, the two hundred-plus saints dispatched by the Zhishi Pavilion met the same fate!
They were suspended above by a golden cross-sword mark, their entire bodies locked in mid-air, suffering the most cruel torment imaginable!
"Ahhh... save me, Holy Lord, please save me..."
"Let me die! Let me die..."
"Ahhhh…"
These holy men were tortured until they cried out in agony, their humiliation on full display for the surrounding cultivators and mortals who had not yet been killed. Their dignity was trampled upon!
“This cross-sword mark, I seem to have seen it somewhere before...”
"That night, the night the Great Shadow Demon Awakened! appeared!"
"Yes! It was that night! Yes, it was the power of Star Ancestor!"
Many recognized the golden cross sword mark in the sky and shouted excitedly. Some even knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.
"Zila..."
And in the sky, over two hundred saints from the 至聖閣 were still suffering the most brutal torture.
The flames engulfing them seemed to deliberately slow their burning speed and intensity.
They bring only pain, but not death.
Because they are all saints, their bodies are blessed with spiritual energy, and their vitality is exceptionally strong.
Therefore, the flames have been burning them, keeping them conscious and alive yet feeling dead!
"Lord, save me, Lord, save me…"
"Help me! Help me!"
"Kill me, kill me..."
The sages of the 至聖閣 were locked in mid-air, on the verge of collapse, suffering beyond measure.
……
On Cloud Terrace.
The old man, also known as Kū Róng Sage, saw this and trembled all over.
He almost went to the Southern Regions too, and would have suffered such pain…
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, the figure of the Lord appeared before them.
"Lord, they..."
The Sage of Ku Rong immediately knelt down, wanting to report.
"I know!" the Lord Sovereign said coldly, "To have such power yet not kill them all at once, but choose to torment... Is Fang Yu trying to humiliate us Hehehe, I will make him pay for this."
"Whoosh!"
Between words, the figure of the Lord vanished from sight once more.
The Saint has made his move!
Ku Rong Shengren's face changed, and he followed suit and left.
The two appeared together in the sky of the Southern Region.
"You can lock them up, and I can set them free. Just wait..." The Pope closed his eyes and clasped his hands together.
At this moment, his consciousness spread out, encompassing the entire Southern Region in an incredibly short amount of time.
"Oh You're here"
Above the emerald sea, Fang Yu's eyes flickered as he saw the sudden appearance of the two Holy Lords.
"Want to save people" Fang Yu's mouth curled up, holding the Heavenly Dao Sword in both hands and shaking it violently.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the saints from all corners of Nanyu who were locked in mid-air also felt a tremor in the golden cross sword mark above their heads.
"Bang!"
At this moment, over two hundred saints trapped in the air... their bodies shattered into pieces!
Many regions in the Southern Lands have been struck by blood rain.
At this moment, over two hundred saints in the Zisheng Pavilion... vanished instantly!
Their aura vanished completely from the skies above the Southern Region.
This is almost all of the power of the Zisheng Pavilion.
In the high sky of Nan Yu, the Saint Lord trembled all over and opened his eyes.
Before he could rescue his men, he witnessed them being slaughtered instantly.
He... was humiliated severely by Fang Yu.
"Human scum... I'll make you regret this! Regret it!"
The Lord suddenly turned his head, fixing his gaze on the green sea to the south.
Those emerald eyes blazed with a murderous intent capable of consuming the world!
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