132: Happy Bodhisattva! Death!

As a Spirit Venerable True Person, Joyful Bodhisattva was no match for him; her skills were inferior, and she couldn't speak, which was reasonable.

But Yang Yucheng, who stood before her, by what right?

A Young Supreme, a Prodigy of the Northern Domain? Was he really that strong?

Joyful Bodhisattva absolutely refused to believe it.

Immediately after, Yang Yucheng began to move.

His expression was no longer as indifferent as before; it was as if he was truly starting to get serious.

Yang Yucheng's eyes were like lightning, his spirit soaring, and his entire being was filled with an incomparably sharp and peerless Aura!

"Fire! Come!"

Yang Yucheng's soft laugh echoed from all directions.

The people around him didn't even have time to react.

In an instant.

The world in all four directions seemed to have directly transformed into a sea of fire, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into magma.

Looking up at the sky.

In Yang Yucheng's palm, a long spear, entirely condensed from blazing flames, slowly appeared, radiating boundless, raging True Fire!

Yang Yucheng's figure moved, holding the surging war spear, burning like flames.

He charged forward, his Aura vast and mighty.

In almost the blink of an eye, Yang Yucheng clashed with Joyful Bodhisattva before him.

Splat!

With a piercing sound, the two exchanged their first round of blows.

And in this first round.

Joyful Bodhisattva, who stood before him, was actually defeated.

A sweep of the long spear in his hand instantly struck Joyful Bodhisattva's head, severing it with just one move!

"Joyful Bodhisattva, you're nothing more than this!"

Yang Yucheng's dark, shining eyes emitted raging flames and scorching red light.

He couldn't help but sneer.

"Within the same Realm! Your strength is truly too weak! A Realm of Early Stage Spirit Emperor, yet you only display the combat power of a Middle Stage Spirit Emperor!"

"The Xuanzhen Sect is truly getting worse by the day! How could someone like you be a Grand Elder?"

But a Demonic Path practitioner, Joyful Bodhisattva, wouldn't be so easily dealt with, would she?

Even without her head.

Her headless body still charged at Yang Yucheng, attacking him.

She wanted to escape now, but she couldn't!

A Spirit Venerable expert!

True Person Ziyu's (Purple Feather) previous words still echoed in her ears.

Fleeing, that would be the true path to death!

Seeing this, Yang Yucheng was not surprised.

For Demonic Path fiends, this kind of body-separation technique was completely normal!

The fiery red war spear lightly tapped again, a cold gleam flashing, landing on Joyful Bodhisattva's slender waist.

The war spear brandished, sending out waves of Qi.

With a bang!

Joyful Bodhisattva's body instantly disintegrated.

Her surrounding black robes were tattered everywhere, revealing skin that seemed to have already rotted inside, including the Demonic Path Cultivation Technique, and an incomparably pungent stench beneath the heavy smell of blood.

Her head was kicked aside by Yang Yucheng, but it quickly floated in the Void Realm!

Joyful Bodhisattva was still not dead!

Her face was distorted with rage, her blood-red eyes staring fixedly at Yang Yucheng, filled with boundless malice.

"Today, either you die, or I perish!"

"Yang Yucheng!!!"

As her voice fell.

A hole suddenly exploded in the center of her remaining head's brows, and from within the hole, a bone-blood sword, brimming with Killing Intent, emerged!

The bone-blood sword gleamed with cold light, rapidly circling in the air.

As it reached Yang Yucheng's vicinity, it even flashed with bolts of lightning.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, it trapped Yang Yucheng right there!

"It's time to end this!"

Yang Yucheng sneered coldly, tossing the war spear into the air.

In a flash.

It landed on Joyful Bodhisattva's head.

With a thought from Yang Yucheng's spiritual sense.

The war spear instantly condensed into a large net, like a net from heaven and earth, trapping Joyful Bodhisattva and continuously shrinking.

Finally, her head exploded, and her flesh and bones shattered!

Joyful Bodhisattva died just like that!

A Half-step Spirit Venerable expert died at Yang Yucheng's hands just like that.

So effortlessly, so unbelievably, yet it had to be believed!

...A gentle breeze blew in.

Gradually!

It slowly blew away the heavy smell of blood on the city wall of the Black Horn Domain.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at Yang Yucheng, who stood in the Void Realm.

They looked at him as if he were a naked monster.

It was only at this moment that they finally seemed to realize that Yang Yucheng before them was no longer just a Young Supreme, a Prodigy-like figure.

But had already become a true and undisputed expert of the Northern Domain!

This concept once again washed over their minds, cleansing their previous ingrained impressions and notions!

Having finished everything, Yang Yucheng had no intention of showing off in front of everyone.

He took a step.

In an instant, he arrived in front of Junior Sister Bai Yanyan, grabbed her with one hand, and returned to the hundred zhang spirit boat.

"Junior Sister, it's time for us to go back!"

On the spirit boat, Yang Yucheng held Bai Yanyan in his arms, and his indifferent eyes seemed to have gained a touch of warmth.

He also looked at the other Disciples of the Fengyun Sect.

"Return to the Sect!"

Yang Yucheng spoke clearly to them.

The next second, the Divine Phoenix Guard around them appeared in unison.

They rescued them one by one, and all returned to the spirit boat!

"Thank you! Sect Head Senior Brother!"

The numerous Sect Disciples looked at Yang Yucheng, their eyes filled with immense reverence!

At the crucial moment, Yang Yucheng appeared!

Although the Sect Head Immortal Master came to save the day, Yang Yucheng still left an indelible impression deep in their hearts!

Within the Fengyun Sect.

Besides the Sect Head Immortal Master, the Spirit Venerable, and other experts, Yang Yucheng's prestige undoubtedly rose again, even reaching an unprecedented new height!

"Mm, mm!"

Yang Yucheng nodded indifferently.

Not long after, he returned to his room.

He had no intention of continuing to talk with Bai Yanyan next to him, and simply handed her over to Li Huanhuan and Li Anran, the two sisters in the room.

As for the rest, that was it!

And ever since the last incident, Li Huanhuan seemed too embarrassed to look at Yang Yucheng.

Every time she saw him.

She would either be shy and timid, or she would hide far away, which led to the two of them meeting for the first time in recent days.

And this first meeting also seemed so rushed.

"Young Master!"

Li Huanhuan said sweetly.

Watching Yang Yucheng disappear, she swallowed the rest of her words back into her stomach.

For the rest of the journey.

Yang Yucheng had no intention of returning to the Sect with the hundred zhang spirit boat.

Since his Revered Master, True Person Ziyu, had already returned, it was time for him to have a good meeting with this convenient Revered Master.

The return of his convenient Revered Master was truly a pleasant surprise.

Yang Yucheng had previously planned to use the Spirit Venerable Jade Slip to forcefully kill Joyful Bodhisattva, never expecting such a variable to occur!

...Fengyun Sect, back mountain!

This was also where Yang Yucheng had previously obtained the heavenly phoenix inheritance.

This place was still the same as when Yang Yucheng was last here.

Ancestral halls lined up, and obscure Auras filled every corner, with boundless pressure enveloping the area.

It could be said to be the safest place in the Fengyun Sect.

Others, upon hearing the news of Yang Yucheng's Revered Master, the Fengyun Sect Leader True Person Ziyu's return, assumed she would appear in the Sect Master's main hall, but only Yang Yucheng knew.

She would definitely be here.