266: People from the divine realm

"Yan Gucheng, my grandson Yinghuang was killed by your sneak attack. Today, I will destroy you with my own hands."

Su Batian's aged face was contorted with a hint of madness due to extreme rage; his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spew fire.

He held a war halberd, his figure as swift as a majestic eagle, charging toward Yan Gucheng with an unstoppable Aura.

The war halberd in his hand flashed with a cold light, as if it would tear everything before it to shreds.

Seeing this, the Eight Sects hurriedly dispatched two Old Ancestor-level powerhouses to meet Su Batian.

These two Old Ancestors had grave expressions, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

With the sudden addition of Su Batian and Wu Meier, the pressure on the Haoyue Demon Palace side suddenly decreased.

The situation, which had been suppressed by the Eight Sects to the point of being unable to breathe, began to turn around.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen seized an opportunity and, while the enemy's attention was distracted, struck down the two Old Ancestors of the Nishang Pavilion and Taixu Temple with a single sword strike.

In that instant, blood splattered, and the two Old Ancestors were killed on the spot before they could even let out a final scream.

At this point, the situation on the battlefield finally balanced out.

Before this, the Haoyue Demon Palace had been suppressed by the Eight Sects, and both Yang Lingchen and Ling Tun had been struggling to hold on, nearly at their breaking point.

If the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty hadn't suddenly arrived, the losses for the Haoyue Demon Palace would have been catastrophic.

Yan Gucheng was extremely frustrated at this moment because She Xianger was attacking him like a madwoman, every move filled with determination and ruthlessness.

He was reluctant to deal a heavy blow to She Xianger, which made the situation on the scene very delicate.

"Xianger, since things have come to this, don't blame your husband for being ruthless."

At this moment, Yan Gucheng gritted his teeth, his heart filled with a mixture of anger and helplessness.

He no longer hesitated, no longer concerned about their past affections, and unleashed his full combat power, striking toward She Xianger.

She Xianger showed no mercy either, holding her battle sword and slashing fiercely at Yan Gucheng.

There was no retreat in her eyes, only loyalty and steadfastness toward Yang Lingchen.

"Boom… Boom…!"

After the collision, a violent tremor erupted, as if the entire world was shaking.

She Xianger was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly turning pale.

Not far away, Yang Lingchen leaped into the air, as fast as lightning, and caught She Xianger in his arms.

"Thank you, Master."

Seeing Yang Lingchen catch her, She Xianger's eyes were filled with tenderness as she spoke softly.

"Pfft…!" Seeing this, Yan Gucheng was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, his rage reaching its peak.

"Little Bastard, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces." Yan Gucheng's voice was hoarse and filled with killing intent.

"Yan Gucheng, you are definitely wearing that green hat." Yang Lingchen sneered, his face full of mockery.

He swung the black cauldron at Yan Gucheng; the black cauldron whistled with the wind, as if it could destroy everything.

Seeing Yang Lingchen swinging the black cauldron, Yan Gucheng threw a punch, bringing with it a fierce Fist Aura, and met Yang Lingchen head-on.

His fist flashed with light, containing his endless anger and power.

"Boom… Boom… Boom… Boom…!"

"Crack…!"

"Pfft…!"

Following a series of loud bangs and a cracking sound, Yan Gucheng's fist was fractured on the spot by Yang Lingchen's black cauldron.

"Ahhh…" The intense pain made Yan Gucheng let out a series of painful screams; his face twisted, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and he was sent flying backward.

With Yan Gucheng injured, the situation on the scene instantly reversed.

Relying on his formidable strength and courageous Aura, Yang Lingchen fought against many and did not lose the upper hand at all.

Like autumn leaves swept by the wind, he instantly killed the Sect Master of the Cold Ice Sect and the Palace Master of the Carefree Palace on the spot.

Every one of Yang Lingchen's attacks was precise and fatal, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.

In the Void Realm, Yan Daotian was so angry that his face turned green when he saw the situation below suddenly reverse.

He never expected that the situation, which had been firmly in his grasp, would turn out like this.

The other Sect Old Ancestors who were assisting Yan Daotian felt regret at this moment.

They had originally thought that the Eight Sects besieging the Haoyue Demon Palace would be an easy task, but they hadn't expected the outcome to be so absurd.

"Yan Daotian, you dare to be distracted while fighting me? You truly don't know how to live."

A flash of coldness crossed Ling Yanyun's beautiful eyes.

She swung her battle sword, bringing with it a dazzling light that streaked across like a meteor as she slashed toward Yan Daotian.

The light was dazzling, yet it contained endless killing intent.

Facing Ling Yanyun's ultimate strike, Yan Daotian's eyes twitched, his heart filled with fear.

He hurriedly swung his battle sword to parry, attempting to block this fatal strike.

"Swoosh…!"

"Ahhh…!"

With a "swoosh" sound, Yan Daotian's right arm was severed on the spot by Ling Yanyun, blood gushing out as Yan Daotian let out a painful scream.

"Ling Yanyun, one day, I will ravage you to death."

Yan Daotian roared, his voice filled with despair and hatred. Then he shouted: "Retreat!"

As Yan Daotian's command to retreat rang out, the members of the Eight Sects lost their composure and completely abandoned the courage to fight, fleeing wildly into the distance.

Their figures were wretched, like stray dogs.

The few old men who had assisted Yan Daotian were deathly pale at this moment, filled with fear and despair, and they hurriedly fled into the distance.

"Hmph! You only think of fleeing now? Isn't it a bit too late?"

A cold light flashed in Ling Yanyun's eyes; her figure flashed like a ghost as she charged directly toward the few old men.

"Old Ancestor Yanyun, spare us! We were all threatened by Yan Daotian to come here."

Seeing Ling Yanyun blocking their path, the few old men hurriedly knelt on the ground to beg for mercy; their voices trembled, filled with fear.

Their cultivation level was only at the fifth layer of the God Emperor Realm, and compared to Ling Yanyun at the ninth layer of the God Emperor Realm, their strength was worlds apart; they had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"Some things, once done, must be paid for with one's life." Ling Yanyun's eyes flashed with cold light, and she instantly swung her battle sword several times.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish…"

As several sword lights flashed, a streak of bright red blood appeared on the necks of the four old men.

A look of unwillingness flashed in their eyes, and then they slowly fell.

At this moment, a look of unwillingness flashed in their eyes; they never imagined that their lives would end here.

Before they set out, they had always felt that this was just a one-sided slaughter mission, but now they had paid the price with their lives.

Yang Lingchen and the people of the Haoyue Demon Palace did not choose to pursue.

After all, once they left the range of the Haoyue Demon Palace, the advantage of the Suppression Grand Array would vanish, and at that point, more people might be sacrificed.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen also had multiple injuries on his body, and his white robe had already been dyed blood-red.

But his posture remained upright, his gaze fixed firmly on the departing members of the Eight Sects, and a look of regret flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes.

His figure stood there quietly like a war god, and the people of the Haoyue Demon Palace looked at him with infinite admiration.

Yang Lingchen's heroism and fearlessness had already been deeply imprinted in their hearts.

"Yang Lingchen, are you okay?"

Wu Meier arrived not far from Yang Lingchen and transmitted her voice, her tone filled with concern and worry.

"Meier, I had thought you might come, but I didn't expect you to really come."

A spring-like smile appeared on Yang Lingchen's face, his eyes full of surprise and emotion.

"Hmph! If I didn't come, would you not have taken the initiative to find me?" Wu Meier's voice was tender as she continued the Sound Transmission, her tone carrying a hint of resentment and expectation.

"Of course I would have, it's just that there have been too many things lately. After I finish this period, I will definitely come to see you."

A knowing smile appeared on Yang Lingchen's face, his eyes filled with tenderness and determination.

"Good, remember what you said." After saying this, Wu Meier returned to the camp of the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty; after all, she was now the Empress of the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty, and if she were too intimate with Yang Lingchen, it would somewhat affect the prestige of the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty.

Ling Tun was currently responsible for receiving the powerhouses of the Tianfeng Holy Dynasty; the Haoyue Demon Palace attached great importance to the friendly forces that came to assist.

"What a tempting enchantress." Looking at Wu Meier's back, the corners of Yang Lingchen's mouth curled up in a faint smile, his heart filled with warmth and expectation.

"Stinky brat, your relationship with Wu Meier is not simple, is it?" Unknowingly, Ling Yanyun's figure appeared beside Yang Lingchen.

"Cough… cough…!" Yang Lingchen coughed lightly and said awkwardly, "Sister Yanyun, how did you see that?"

"Hmph, I am not blind. The look in her eyes when she looks at you is filled with intense seductiveness. Do you really think I can't tell?" Ling Yanyun said with annoyance.

"Cough… cough…!" Yang Lingchen was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

Just then, a cold voice came from the Void Realm: "Ling Yanyun, come with us!"

As this voice fell, two middle-aged men with deep, unfathomable Auras appeared in the Void Realm; they stood in the air, looking coldly at Ling Yanyun.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the scene instantly became grave; Yang Lingchen could tell that these two should be people from the Divine Realm.

Because these two gave him a feeling of extreme danger, as if they could destroy this world just by moving their fingers.