Chapter 794
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Chapter 794: Provocation!
Now, Nanan Ruyu, the mightiest in Sacred Mountain, had rushed to the scene. What the final outcome would be was uncertain.
Nanan Ruyu, the Saint Child, was rumored to be an invincible figure among his peers on Sacred Mountain. His selection as the Saint Child alone was testament to his unmatched strength.
A saint is not an ordinary being but someone who transcends limits, achieving the extraordinary. Saints are revered, held in the highest regard across the heavens.
In the land of Sacred Mountain, a monumental battle was about to commence between Yi Su of the Overlord Sect and Nanan Ruyu. Anticipation surged as countless eyes eagerly awaited the clash, desperate to see the outcome!
Within the Divine Sword School, Elder Su Kuangge and Elder Bai Mingshan raised their eyes in concern.
In the Tianxuan Sect, Jian Wannian and others watched with expressions of complicated emotion.
At Yutian Palace, Deputy Palace Master Guan Lan’s astonished gaze hinted at a profound shock.
Xi Wuqing’s eyes carried a deep chill. From the overlapping, distorted images in the void, he had already pieced together what was happening. His worst fears had been realized. Sacred Mountain had orchestrated plans within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, now targeting Su Yi. They even resorted to deadly weapons like the Soul Controlling Killing Talisman.
The situation was dire, but Su Yi’s fortune had proved remarkable—he possessed the Spirit Shielding Talisman, a defensive artifact of equal potency!
“Martial Brother Nanan, hurry over!”
“Martial Brother Nanan will defeat that boy for sure!”
“Yes, Martial Brother Nanan has arrived!”
The landscape of Sacred Mountain was shattered—scarred by devastation resembling the aftermath of a violent quake. The young disciples of Sacred Mountain, retreating into the distance, wore pale, terror-stricken faces. Yet, upon seeing Nanan Ruyu arrive, a glimmer of hope returned to their frightened eyes.
Su Yi also noticed his arrival, somewhere within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, not far off. But he showed no reaction, his gaze brimming with disdain as he continued staring at Sacred Mountain’s formation outside the realm.
Suddenly, the crowd was stunned to see Su Yi raise a hand, pointing a single finger toward Sacred Mountain’s formation. In his other hand, he gripped several space bags stained with blood, likely taken from Chu Changhuan moments before.
“My heavens, he’s provoking Sacred Mountain!”
Exclamations erupted. The young man had slain Chu Changhuan of Sacred Mountain and was now openly taunting the sect itself.
In the long history of the Central Region, no one had dared such an act of audacity. Sacred Mountain’s dominance had never been so directly challenged.
As Su Yi raised his hand in the void, pointing at Elder Bing Fu, Wang Quande, Kuang Guilan, and others from Sacred Mountain, their teeth clenched in anger. Faces pale with fury, their eyes burned with resolution.
“This is an insult! Ignoring the dignity of Sacred Mountain! If we don’t retaliate, how will Sacred Mountain maintain its honor?”
The elders and powerful figures of Sacred Mountain were livid, their eyes bloodshot and their bodies trembling subtly.
Su Yi smirked coldly, turning his gaze toward the remaining young disciples of Sacred Mountain standing in scattered groups nearby.
Of the original number, fewer than two-thirds had survived, with almost half having perished.
As Su Yi’s gaze swept over them, even from afar, his intent carried an icy chill that pierced their souls.
“Whoosh!”
Su Yi moved, his figure a blur as he dashed forward, vitality coursing through his steps. He hurtled toward the remaining disciples of Sacred Mountain.
“What is Yi Su trying to do?”
The audience held their breath. Blood seemed to freeze in their veins as their hearts pounded in fear and anticipation.
“Run, quickly!”
The once-confident disciples of Sacred Mountain were reduced to panicked animals. Their hopeful eyes dimmed with horror as they realized Su Yi was coming straight for them.
“Flee!”
Chaos erupted among the young disciples. Expressions pale with fear, they scattered in all directions. Su Yi was like an unstoppable force, and their only thought was to escape and wait for Martial Brother Nanan’s arrival.
Mo Baiming had stood no chance against Chu Changhuan, and even Chu Changhuan had fallen to Su Yi. Now, these injured disciples couldn’t even dream of resistance.
“Swoosh!”
Su Yi’s speed was unmatched. Appearing before a Sacred Mountain disciple in an instant, his eyes glinted coldly as a dark sword materialized in his grasp. This blade, emitting an eerie glow, had once belonged to Mo Baiming.
“Shing!”
With a swift strike, Su Yi’s blade pierced the disciple’s chest, exiting through his back. Blood sprayed as lifeless eyes shut forever.
“Kill!”
Su Yi’s figure blurred again, appearing beside another disciple. With a single stroke, he unleashed a sword light that split the young man in half. Blood splattered the air, and despair etched itself onto the fallen disciple’s face.
Su Yi’s onslaught was relentless, his resolve as cold as steel.
Sacred Mountain had declared its intent to kill, so why should Su Yi show mercy?
He cut through his enemies without hesitation, reducing their numbers drastically. Each blow left Sacred Mountain grieving anew.
“Bang!”
Like a phantom of death, Su Yi moved through their ranks, reaping lives. Sacred Mountain’s proud disciples, who had once been admired for their strength, were reduced to fleeing shadows. Blood stained the ground, and despair filled the air.
“Is this Sacred Mountain?”
Doubt spread among the onlookers. Was Sacred Mountain’s greatness merely an illusion?
Of course, most knew the disciples were powerful. But against Yi Su, their strength seemed trivial.
“Don’t, stop him!”
“Nanan, hurry!”
“My disciples!”
Outside the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, on Sacred Mountain’s peak, elders with piercing gazes clenched their teeth in sorrow. Their roars of anguish echoed in the air, unable to stop the massacre unfolding within.
