Chapter 402

Chapter 402: You Are Also a Mortal

Revenge?!

Jin Liuli nearly cursed out loud.

They had rushed out the moment they learned Zhang Yang and Bing Yuyan were passing by the Zi Tian Pavilion. They knew returning to Bi Tian Pavilion wouldn’t take them along that route, so they had prepared in advance. But just as they reached the entrance, they overheard Zhang Yang saying he was there for revenge.

Not only Jin Liuli, but Jin Zhihong, Jin Zhihu, Ye Wolf, and the others all felt on the verge of exploding.

If someone from the Western Desert sought revenge against them, they could accept it. Even when the Four Holy Sons had teamed up with Demon Sword Yi to wreak havoc, causing numerous casualties, they had endured it. After all, the Cold Moon Dynasty had done worse in the past. But Zhang Yang? He had never been wronged by them, it had always been him scheming against them. He had led the Cold Moon Dynasty from an era of complete dominance to one where they could no longer maintain their supremacy over the Western Desert. And now he was the one seeking revenge? It was utterly outrageous!

Jin Liuli, accustomed to being domineering, stepped forward furiously, ready to lash out and berate Zhang Yang.

However, Zhang Yang simply glanced at her.

That single look from him was enough to shake this infamous beauty, once known for her arrogance and fierceness, reminding her of the time her strongest sword strike had failed to even scratch Zhang Yang’s forehead and had instead left her feeling helpless.

She was truly afraid.

Her face paled, and she stepped back, no longer daring to speak boldly.

The spectators inside Zi Tian Pavilion watched in astonishment.

Jin Zhihong, Jin Zhihu, Ye Wolf, and the others exchanged bewildered glances. Was this really their once-proud Princess Liuli?

What a disappointment.

As the elder brother, Jin Zhihong stepped forward.

Having long overcome his inner demons and attained both the Holy Body and Holy Eyes, he remained calm. Although he remained cautious around Zhang Yang, he wasn’t intimidated. He spoke coolly, “Zhang Yang, if you want to cause trouble, just say so directly. No need for pretenses. Our Cold Moon Dynasty is ready to go to the end with you. Either you kill us, or we kill you.”

Jin Zhihu also stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Jin Zhihong, his stance equally resolute.

Despite the Cold Moon Dynasty suffering repeated setbacks lately, their confidence and power still remained.

Zhang Yang’s gaze passed over the group before finally settling on a man hidden among the crowd.

All eyes turned to him.

It was none other than Wind Dragon, one of the Nine Heroes from the Hunters’ Guild.

A chill ran through Wind Dragon’s heart.

“Do you remember what I said to you?” Zhang Yang asked, his voice cold.

Wind Dragon immediately recalled the ambush he had participated in, alongside the Black Cloaked Strategist, targeting Zhang Yang. He remembered killing the fake, pregnant Yuchan, which had provoked Zhang Yang into hunting him down, a pursuit that ultimately led to the Black Cloaked Strategist’s death.

“The Black Cloaked Strategist was the mastermind, and he is dead,” Zhang Yang said, his expression emotionless and his tone icy. “As one of the murderers, you must also pay with your life.”

Wind Dragon, no stranger to great events and recognized as a genius with cultivation at the Small Boundless realm, had never imagined himself so afraid. But in that moment, all desire for resistance vanished. There was only fear—fear and the urge to flee.

Zhang Yang’s gaze shifted to another figure hiding in the shadows of the crowd.

It was Ji Shaolong, the Black-Clothed Marquis who had once infiltrated the Cold Moon Dynasty.

“Ji Shaolong!” Zhang Yang said coldly. “Your cruelty surpasses even Wind Dragon’s. The pregnant woman still had a breath left, yet you showed no mercy, coldly stabbing her. You deserve to die even more.” He paused, his killing intent thick in the air. “Ji Shaolong, Wind Dragon, you both must pay with your lives!”

Whoosh!

The moment Zhang Yang uttered the final word, “lives,” Bing Yuyan, still eating candied hawthorn, suddenly made her move.

She moved like a celestial goddess descending to the mortal world, instantly weaving through the crowd. Wherever she passed, her terrifying presence swept people aside, scattering them in panic.

No one could stop her.

She charged straight toward Wind Dragon and Ji Shaolong.

“Stay!”

Her roar cracked through the air like thunder.

At that moment, two of the strongest combatants within Zi Tian Pavilion sprang into action, the most renowned figures of the Great Boundless in the Western Desert:

Li Xingkuang.

Summer God Blade.

Both names were legendary, their strength long acknowledged.

Li Xingkuang had nearly perished at Bing Yuyan’s hands during the Battle of Heavenly Reaching Mountain. That defeat forced him into seclusion, where he gained profound insights and trained relentlessly to reclaim his lost honor. Now, he had emerged with greatly enhanced strength.

But in this encounter, Bing Yuyan’s power left Li Xingkuang in utter despair.

She didn’t even need to draw the Ice Spirit Holy Sword, her sheer presence alone radiated like an indestructible, divine blade.

Holy light surged around her, and two swords forged from a fusion of ice, snow, and thunder struck outward with devastating force.

Clang! Clang!

Both Li Xingkuang and the Summer God Blade were knocked off their feet, staggering backward. They couldn’t withstand the strike, while Bing Yuyan hadn’t even raised a hand.

This was the current Bing Yuyan.

She had far surpassed the level she once held at Heavenly Reaching Mountain. Her experiences in the Spirit Saint Stone Mine, the Chaos Demon’s Graveyard, and her comprehension of Yaoruoxian’s Becoming Ordinary, along with witnessing Zhang Yang’s overwhelming strength during the assault on Taixu Palace, had all fueled her growth. She had extinguished any lingering reverence for the so-called “holy beings.”

She had forged herself into a new version, into the Bing Yuyan of today.

Her ambition: to become the greatest of the Great Boundless.

And now, with her elevated perspective, all she saw were holy beings—not as unreachable deities, but as opponents to surpass.

This was the foundation of her invincible belief.

Boom!

She reached out and effortlessly seized Wind Dragon.

At the back, Ji Shaolong swiftly activated an ancient teleportation array, trying to escape.

As the light shimmered and his figure blurred, ready to vanish.

Boom!

Bing Yuyan reached into the void and grabbed Ji Shaolong’s neck, forcibly yanking him out of the teleportation sequence.

Holding both men with ease, she spun around and returned to Zhang Yang’s side, all before Li Xingkuang, the Summer God Blade, or anyone else from the Great Boundless could mount a response.

The entire process had been swift, precise, and overwhelming.

Inside Zi Tian Pavilion, the atmosphere was stifling; rage, humiliation, and fear coiled together. The onlookers felt chills down their spines.

With Bing Yuyan’s current power and no holy being present—was she not capable of wiping them all out single-handedly?

Dread gripped them.

Even Jin Zhihong, though terrified, still retained his clarity. He shouted, “Yan Chihuo! As the host representing the Crimson Flame Dynasty, how are you handling this? Don’t you know how to maintain order?!”

Everyone turned toward him.

Was this really the same Master of Butian Pavilion from the Taixu Dynasty?

Hadn’t they always dealt with things their own way, using raw power to crush any resistance? And now, they were actually pleading for outsiders to intervene?

How far had they fallen?

In truth, Zhang Yang and Bing Yuyan had attracted attention the moment they arrived. Everyone knew, they were never supposed to take this route.

Thus, the earlier departing Four Holy Sons, along with the Cold Moon Crown Prince, the Moon-Returning Dragon, and members of the Crimson Flame Dynasty, had all arrived. Among them were Yan Chihuo, who had just completed his Holy Body, and the radiant Grand Princess, Yan Mengqing.

None had expected Jin Zhihong, once so arrogant, to now seek intervention.

Yan Chihuo stood dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Yan Mengqing’s stunning face glowed with barely concealed fascination. Her gaze fell on Zhang Yang, growing increasingly fervent.

This man… had single-handedly reduced the once-dominant Taixu Dynasty, rulers of the Western Desert, to such a state.

Her heart stirred. Her breath caught.

While Yan Chihuo hesitated, debating whether to step in, Zhang Yang seized Wind Dragon by the throat and lifted him high.

“I remember you,” Zhang Yang said, his voice like steel. “You were the one who grabbed that pregnant woman by the neck and stabbed her in the abdomen while she lay helpless and in despair. Weren’t you?”

Wind Dragon shouted, enraged, “Just a mere mortal! If you want to kill me and destroy the Taixu Dynasty, then do it! Don’t bother with excuses!”

“Mortal?” Zhang Yang repeated coldly.

“Isn’t that right? Just a mortal. An insect. If they die, who even cares? You’re just, AHH!”

Wind Dragon howled in agony.

Zhang Yang had punched him in the abdomen, shattering his dantian, rupturing his meridians, breaking his bones.

Zhang Yang said coldly, “From now on, you are also a mortal.”