Chapter 53

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Chapter 53: Finally Able to Oppress the Weak

Ding Yunpeng likely never imagined that the purple-eyed spirit birds he controlled would undergo a transformation into purple-eyed thunder birds, leading to his complete breakdown.

Controlling over a thousand purple-eyed spirit birds was an astonishing feat.

Achieving this had been extremely difficult.

Because of the challenge, his Blood Contract was weaker than usual, requiring the aid of a special spiritual weapon—a flute—to maintain perfect control.

However, after the purple-eyed thunder bird detonated the thunderball and killed hundreds, it forcefully controlled the lightning without harming a single purple-eyed spirit bird. Instead, it let out a loud cry, condensing over a thousand bolts of lightning and ruthlessly striking the heads of the purple-eyed spirit birds.

In an instant, the purple-eyed spirit birds cried out in pain, suffering injuries as feathers and blood scattered in all directions.

But what both excited Zhang Yang and horrified Ding Yunpeng was that the Blood Contracts of the purple-eyed spirit birds were shattered.

Without the Blood Contract, even with the flute, controlling the purple-eyed spirit birds became impossible.

The flute was merely supplementary; the Blood Contract was the key.

“Hiss~~”

The purple-eyed thunder bird screeched loudly.

In that moment, over a thousand purple-eyed spirit birds cried out in unison, turning and gathering behind the purple-eyed thunder bird to protect it.

At that moment, the purple-eyed thunder bird resembled the king of birds.

“Hahaha…”

Zhang Yang could no longer contain his excitement and burst into wild laughter. “Thank you, Demon Slayer Team, for gifting me over a thousand aerial troops!”

Ding Yunpeng was so furious he spat blood, nearly losing his mind.

This was an army of purple-eyed spirit birds he had painstakingly cultivated.

According to the secret technique passed down from his sect, even if only ten percent of these birds advanced in the future, he could have trained over a hundred Immeasurable Stage purple-eyed spirit birds, enough for him to roam the world without fear.

He had once envisioned a limitless future.

He had believed himself destined to become invincible.

And now, everything was gone.

Zhang Yang laughed loudly. “It’s time to head back.”

The purple-eyed thunder bird screeched and led over a thousand purple-eyed spirit birds as they dove downward.

With the raging lightning still crackling through the air, the attacks of the Demon Slayer Team were naturally hindered.

Even the archers of the Arrow Battle Team found it difficult to take action. And even if they managed to shoot, Zhang Yang could easily break their arrows. Moreover, with so many purple-eyed spirit birds gathered together, they formed a flying landmass, eliminating any fear of falling.

They advanced effortlessly toward the endless phoenix trees.

Occasionally, members of the Demon Slayer Team tried to interfere, but it was futile.

The powerful winds stirred up by the purple-eyed thunder bird and its army easily destroyed any incoming attacks.

Afterward, Zhang Yang leaped down and returned to the ground.

“You, take your brothers and go assist at Howling Wolf Palace,” Zhang Yang commanded.

The purple-eyed thunder bird led the flock as they swept away.

Zhang Yang stood on the ground, looking up at the figures diving from the sky, and laughed. “Come! I’ll fight all of you alone!”

He felt excited—thrilled.

Finally, he could overpower the weak.

In the Vast Forest, everyone else was at Level Six of the Returning to Origin Realm, while he had reached Level Seven.

Just thinking about it was exhilarating.

“Come!” Zhang Yang shouted, pointing upward.

Ding Yunpeng, Ning Feixiao, and the others, who were well aware of Zhang Yang’s strength, wore grim expressions. They understood that once Zhang Yang returned, he would become the true king of the forest—the invincible ruler of the Vast Forest.

However, there was one person who refused to believe it.

That was Qiu Lingshui.

As a talented disciple of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, she had always been proud and arrogant.

She looked down on the so-called geniuses of the Great Xia Empire, believing that without the ten-thousand-year heritage of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, they could never compare to her.

“Arrogant fool! Do you really think you’re that great?” Qiu Lingshui shouted as she charged down with her sword. “I will slay you!”

Fusing with her sword, she transformed into a breathtaking streak of sword light, like a fierce beast tearing through the void as she leaped down.

Zhang Yang laughed. “Good! Come!”

His feet remained firmly planted on the ground as he threw a punch upward.

Slaughter Thunder Power!

One divine power was enough.

This was his confidence—drawn from his higher realm.

Although Qiu Lingshui’s true cultivation was at the Ascending to Heaven Realm, the moment she entered the territory of the Vast Forest, her power was instantly suppressed to Level Six of the Returning to Origin Realm. She was completely restricted at that level—her spiritual sword included.

Spiritual weapons were also graded, and hers was undoubtedly a top-tier spiritual weapon, far superior to Ning Feixiao’s destroyed high-grade spiritual bow.

With the sword’s power unleashed, her sword techniques enhanced, and her strength amplified—combined with her unwavering resolve and killing intent—she unleashed an overwhelming strike.

But Zhang Yang simply swung his punch.

The Slaughter Thunder Power roared forth, bursting with endless lightning. It felt as though the power itself were sentient, converging into that single punch and making it incomparably ferocious.

When they collided—

For an instant, time seemed to stand still.

The sword light stretched over a hundred meters, roaring like a dragon.

Zhang Yang’s figure, wrapped in boundless lightning, surged upward like a tiger roaring at the heavens.

In that fierce clash, the outcome was decided almost instantly.

The result was completely one-sided.

Zhang Yang stood proudly, unfazed in the slightest.

In contrast, Qiu Lingshui bled from seven orifices, propelled into the sky like an arrow, flying out of the Vast Forest. Only by escaping the forest did she preserve her life. Her power quickly returned to the Ascending to Heaven Realm, allowing her to hastily suppress the overwhelming force ravaging her body. Even so, she suffered severe injuries, coughing up blood and feeling as if her organs were about to rupture. Her entire body nearly shattered. She survived only because her realm was no longer suppressed in the sky—and because of her sword.

Crack!

The top-tier spiritual sword shattered instantly, breaking into fragments the size of fingernails and scattering in all directions.

Zhang Yang blinked, feeling a hint of displeasure. “I was tricked! Had I known, I wouldn’t have launched you into the air while fighting on the ground. Otherwise, I could’ve killed you with that punch.”

Qiu Lingshui’s heart pounded, cold sweat breaking out along her back as a flicker of fear crept into her mind.

At last, she understood why Zhang Yang dared to challenge the Great Xia Empire within the Vast Forest.

Here, his battle power was absolutely invincible.

And the most terrifying part was that she could tell he hadn’t even used his full strength. It was clear that what he had just displayed was not his complete power—at least, not his full power from the sky.

Previously, she had assumed Zhang Yang had broken through to the Returning to Origin Realm’s upper limits, nearly touching the Touching Heaven Realm.

Now, she realized he was still within the Returning to Origin Realm.

“Qiu Lingshui, this monster is too powerful. Here, no one can challenge him alone. Let’s join forces,” Ding Yunpeng suggested.

Qiu Lingshui took a healing pill to recover and said, “Just us isn’t enough. We need Lu Fang to draw strength for support. There’s no need to fight so recklessly at Howling Wolf Palace.”

Zhang Yang’s punch had stripped her of all arrogance.

Ding Yunpeng quickly made contact.

Lu Fang had already noticed Zhang Yang’s return to the ground. Furious and agitated, he dispatched three thousand men to assist.

Things were not going well on his end either. Howling Wolf Palace was in chaos, and with the purple-eyed thunder bird leading its flock into battle, Lu Fang found himself in a passive position. Still, he sent reinforcements with one goal in mind: to kill Zhang Yang.

Three thousand warriors charged forth.

Combined with the previous battle teams led by Ding Yunpeng and Ning Feixiao, their numbers approached four thousand.

Lu Fang issued a death command: Zhang Yang must be killed. Anyone who retreated would be executed.

The four thousand surged forward like a raging torrent, all targeting Zhang Yang.

Qiu Lingshui, Ding Yunpeng, Ning Feixiao, and the other top fighters prepared to surround him.