Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Simply Divine

Suddenly, the threat of death descended.

Who would have thought that on Ghost Island, there existed a Bone-winged Death Bird capable of slaying saints?

Not only Zhang Yang, but everyone aboard the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals was astonished.

Even Yaoruoxian’s eyes flickered with surprise.

"Everyone, stay alert and cautious!" Jin Zhihong shouted.

The moon-returning dragon also warned gravely, "Be careful—the Bone-winged Death Bird might attack the Ghost Ship. We’re in danger too!"

They were indeed cautious, wary—and even fearful.

The ship possessed protective powers, yet even it responded with unease; naturally, Zhang Yang felt the same.

This was beyond his expectations, but he didn’t tense up. Instead, a surge of excitement rose in his chest. Ever since he had conquered the Southern Region, he’d felt disinterested, as though he had no worthy opponents, a strange sensation, like that of a lonely master.

But today, he was exhilarated.

He laughed heartily and shouted, "Blood Skeleton! Because of that move of yours, I’ll spare your life!"

Instead of launching a counterattack, he quickly pulled out the Thunder-struck Sacred Wood, unleashing his Consummate Slaughter Thunder Saint Power to its limit. Boundless Slaughter Sacred Thunder surged into the wood.

Buzz!

The Thunder-struck Sacred Wood burst with crackling lightning.

That tender sprout on it, as if infused with potent life energy, grew an inch taller, radiating incredible vitality.

Whoosh!

With a flick of his hand, Zhang Yang hurled the Thunder-struck Sacred Wood forward.

At the same time, he soared into the air.

Using the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers to the extreme, at the ninth level of the Ascending to Heaven realm, he instantly surpassed the speed of sound.

A furious roar echoed from his wake, sending shockwaves spiraling outward. The waters along the River of Death churned violently, building an overwhelming force aimed straight at the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals.

His actions drew scornful laughter from the Blood Skeleton.

“Fool! Even if the Thunder-struck Sacred Wood can attract the Bone-winged Death Bird, its speed and power will ensure your death before you can board the ship.”

“You’re as good as dead!”

It wasn’t just the Blood Skeleton who believed this—everyone on the ship shared the same thought.

Even Jin Zhihong, despite his fear of Zhang Yang, doubted he could overcome this challenge.

After all, the Bone-winged Death Bird could slay saints.

How unimaginably powerful!

Though Zhang Yang was only a little over ten meters away from the Ghost Ship, at such a speed, it might as well have been a great distance, especially considering the bird’s terrifying might.

Only Yaoruoxian remained composed. Her hair flowed like a waterfall in the wind, her delicate face radiating sacred brilliance, and her gemstone-like eyes gleaming with divine light. She emanated a fierce fighting spirit. She didn’t spare a glance at the Bone-winged Death Bird, her gaze locked entirely on Zhang Yang.

She drew her sword.

This was the first time in her life she had ever used her sword in real combat.

The Demon Fairy Divine Sword!

A boundless weapon, already close to becoming a holy artifact.

Its name, Demon Fairy, was not just her title, it embodied her ultimate goal.

She saw the perfect opportunity to strike down Zhang Yang.

As expected, the fastest among them was the Bone-winged Death Bird.

Even from a distance, it appeared instantly, crashing straight through the Thunder-struck Sacred Wood.

This death beast harbored a natural killing instinct toward all living beings; it required no reason, only pure instinct. That was why Zhang Yang had thrown the Thunder-struck Sacred Wood.

The moment the Bone-winged Death Bird destroyed the sacred treasure, Zhang Yang was less than two meters from the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals.

He was very close.

However, just as Yaoruoxian raised her sword to strike, the Bone-winged Death Bird lashed out again, whipping its head toward Zhang Yang and releasing a terrifying death force in the form of a beam of lethal light.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze. Many could not even follow the light of death with their eyes.

Even at just two meters away, Zhang Yang appeared to move in slow motion. The death light would surely reach him the moment he stepped onto the ship.

Yet just when everyone thought he was doomed, something unexpected happened.

The death light struck the Skull Banner.

The Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals bore a tall mast, with the Skull Banner fluttering proudly in the wind.

Everyone knew the Skull Banner was fearsome.

Even when the Supreme Emperor had raised giant waves to submerge the Ghost Ship, the banner remained untouched, fluttering calmly as always.

But just how terrifying was it? No one truly knew.

Buzz!

The skull design on the banner glowed faintly.

Then—the horrifying death light vanished.

Everyone watched in stunned silence.

"Zhang Yang is so lucky!" a member of the Butian Guards couldn’t help but exclaim.

Standing behind the moon-returning dragon, Zhan Fei Yu exclaimed, “No! This isn’t a coincidence, he calculated everything from the start. Look at the trajectory of the Thunder-struck Sacred Wood he threw. Consider its direction, his rough estimation of the Bone-winged Death Bird’s speed, and his own speed. Plus, the area covered by the Skull Banner is wide enough that, even if his calculations weren’t perfect, it would still shield him. This was all meticulously planned.”

“Terrifying!”

“Utterly terrifying!”

“His battle wisdom is astonishing. Faced with the sudden appearance of the Bone-winged Death Bird, he made such an incredible judgment in just a moment. It’s simply divine.”

Everyone listened in awe.

Zhan Fei Yu, a martial arts marquis of the Cold Moon Dynasty and a renowned genius master, had spoken. His words made others recognize the truth.

Qing Xie of the Butian Pavilion, her scorpion tail lashing behind her, said solemnly, “I sense it too, he calculated everything. This wasn’t luck. His battle wisdom is unmatched!”

As they spoke, no one held any doubt.

However, for Zhang Yang, the danger was far from over.

Yaoruoxian’s sword strike, infused with all her strength, still posed a deadly threat.

This was her most powerful attack—her ultimate strike.

The laws of the saints held no effect against it.

The martial technique on the saint’s path—Star Summon—was part of it.

So was the Saintly Fire.

A flawless fusion, this was a peerless blow.

Her sword tore through the void, splitting space, with blazing fire meteors amplifying its destructive power.

In this battle between equals, it was only the second time Zhang Yang had drawn the Crimson Sun Divine Rod, the first had been against the Seventh Prince.

Now, without hesitation, he swung the rod.

Clang!

The divine rod struck the Demon Fairy Divine Sword head-on, shaking it violently. The saintly laws, Saintly Fire, and the mysteries of Star Summon were all shattered. Yaoruoxian trembled, coughed up blood, and was hurled backward.

Zhang Yang’s body had already reached the ship’s boundary, his feet aimed for the deck.

Little did he know, the real crisis was just beginning.

A terrifying, suffocating presence wreathed in Hellfire suddenly lunged toward him.

“Hellhound!”

If the appearance of the ten Bone-winged Skeletons alongside the Bone-winged Death Bird was shocking, then the sudden emergence of the Hellhound was utterly staggering.

The Hellhound should have fallen prey to a giant beast—it should have been dead.

Yet here it was.

Alive.

On the ship.

Fighting with Yaoruoxian.

In that instant, Zhang Yang realized that Yaoruoxian’s so-called Seventh Battle upon boarding had never accounted for the Blood Skeleton or even the Bone-winged Death Bird. Her true killing move had always been the Hellhound.

The beast, filled with savagery, lunged like a maddened monster, surging with full power, Hellfire ready to explode in one devastating strike.