The great era has revived, and the first Martial Saint to appear in the mortal world was Martial Saint 'Chaolan', but this one could not act, only serving as a deterrent.
Now, the second Martial Saint has appeared, the Demon Path Ancestor, and he can act!
Martial Dao, above the peerless mighty, is Martial Saint!
Lotus Mother was startled, her expression changing for the first time.
After the appearance of the 'Ba'an' Ancestor, she turned and fled.
Who knew that Chen Jiuyang could still awaken another Demon Path Ancestor under such circumstances!
How could this be! A sense of absurdity surged in her heart, but the Martial Saint aura emanating from the Demon Path Ancestor could not be faked.
The 'Ba'an' Ancestor flicked a finger, and black light surged, pouring like a celestial river, instantly covering the sky!
The power of a Martial Saint, moving mountains and leveling hills, is like child's play, easily altering the face of the earth. Such power is too terrifying.
Facing the casual strike of the 'Ba'an' Ancestor, Lotus Mother poured out her vast, ocean-like true qi.
However, before the 'Ba'an' Ancestor's move, her power, not yet having stepped into the Imperial Dao, was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating her strength.
She was instantly engulfed in the terrifying power of the Martial Saint.
Before she could even let out a scream, her physical body was completely destroyed.
After stepping into the Imperial Dao, it is truly a layer higher than another layer.
Chen Jiuyang had never witnessed such martial power that could cover the sky with a flick of a finger.
Perhaps the combat power of an immortal cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing stage could not compare to a Martial Saint.
No, it should be absolutely impossible to compare to the combat power of a Martial Saint.
The 'Ba'an' Ancestor said, "Eight lifetimes cultivating immortality, there are eight physical avatars. By merging the physical bodies of eight lifetimes, one can strive for a different kind of immortality."
"Now that one of her physical bodies has been destroyed, there are still seven. If you can advance to the Venerable Realm soon, you can use her to temper your Great Dao's capacity. Ordinary peerless mighty ones are no match for her."
Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly.
"Is there anything else?"
Chen Jiuyang said, "Ancestor 'Wumian' is being held back by the five pseudo-Dao cultivators and cannot break free. I trouble the Ancestor to relieve him."
"'Wumian'?" The 'Ba'an' Ancestor said expressionlessly, "I understand."
"The battle for the Saint Dao, wait until you advance to the Imperial Realm before challenging the remaining three sects."
"Otherwise, even with your talent, you will surely perish at the hands of the three sects."
Chen Jiuyang had finally caught the 'Ba'an' Ancestor's eye, which was why he said this.
Then, the 'Ba'an' Ancestor tore open a spatial rift and disappeared without a trace, going to rescue Ancestor 'Wumian'.
Chen Jiuyang, however, frowned.
In the deduction of the Creation Heavenly Mystery Jade Butterfly, he had first subdued the nine sects of the Demon Path for several years before attempting to break through to the Imperial Realm.
But now, the 'Ba'an' Ancestor was asking him to do the opposite. What was the intention behind this?
Lotus Mother still had seven physical bodies. Now that one had been destroyed, even if her immortal path was not severed, she would not be able to recover her vitality for a long time.
...
Within the forbidden grounds of the Lingxian clan.
In a pool where spiritual energy had liquefied, eight coffins were placed, and the lids of seven of them were closed.
"Splash!"
Another coffin lid was opened, and a young girl in white lotus robes, but with a petite physique, walked out. Her eyes were filled with venomous hatred:
"Chen Jiuyang!"
Cultivating immortality through eight lifetimes could achieve immortality, but now, one of her physical bodies was destroyed by Chen Jiuyang. How could she not be enraged!
"He can summon a Martial Saint. For now, endure this insult. As long as he can kill Yan Fengyun, he can instantly make up for this loss."
...
On the other side.
London.
After dealing with Lotus Mother, Chen Jiuyang breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure instantly eased.
Chen Jiuyang looked at Ming Huatong, who was still standing in place, and said with a smile, "Saintess Ming, come and sit with me to watch another good show."
Ming Huatong's heart was extremely complicated. This situation, which had been meticulously planned for thousands of years to ensure Chen Jiuyang's death, had been resolved by Chen Jiuyang so easily.
But she was only at the Nascent Soul stage now, and facing Chen Jiuyang, who was at the sixth level of the Venerable Realm, she had no power to resist and could only obediently sit by his side.
Her large, watery eyes dared not blink, and she could only ask, "Brother Chen, why did you ask little sister to sit here and watch a good show?"
Chen Jiuyang slowly revealed a smile, "A good show of killing the five pseudo-Dao dogs."
Ming Huatong was instantly startled, and she dared not speak again.
She was just a small cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.
She was no longer considered a prodigy. The top tier of prodigies had basically stepped into the Venerable Realm, and with Ming Huatong's martial path transforming into the immortal path, perhaps after a long time, she might have a chance to stand shoulder to shoulder with Chen Jiuyang.
Qiu Yihan, clad in a Western-style trench coat that concealed her phoenix-robed skirt, arrived with a graceful stride, lotus flowers blooming with each step. She naturally and intimately sat beside Chen Jiuyang and linked her arm with his, saying, "Husband."
Ming Huatong's pupils suddenly contracted. How could she be here?
A moment later, the sounds of fighting erupted from all directions. Demonic energy surged, sword light, sword shadows, and divine abilities pierced the sky. Ming Huatong felt as if she were in the midst of a great battle between the righteous and demonic factions of the Dragon Country.
However, this was Europe, Britain.
Blood splattered.
A figure slowly emerged.
It was an old man with white hair and beard, holding a common sword. His aura was extremely sharp. From a hundred meters away, just one glance made Ming Huatong and Qiu Yihan's hair stand on end, as if facing a formidable enemy!
Qiu Yihan said in a deep voice, "Fang Xiaoyao, one of the Four Great Protectors under the Sword Emperor of Shu Mountain!"
"The representative of Shu Mountain in the Saint-Pseudo War, peak Venerable Realm, half-step Imperial Dao!"
The moment Chen Jiuyang saw Fang Xiaoyao, his fighting spirit surged.
This was a formidable enemy, standing at the peak of the Venerable Realm, with one foot in the Imperial Dao!
This person was very strong! In terms of swordsmanship, he was no weaker than Ye Tiannan!
Chen Jiuyang slowly stood up, exchanged a glance with Fang Xiaoyao, and both saw solemnity in each other's eyes.
Then, the two slowly cupped their fists in greeting from afar:
"Fight to the death?"
"Good!"
The voices fell.
The air currents surged and then dispersed.
Only then did a 'rumbling' sound of great impact!
"Clang!"
A sword qi and a blade qi collided and merged, cutting through the buildings of London's bustling city center as if slicing through tofu.
"Only at the sixth level of the Venerable Realm, yet his combat power is comparable to mine. If he breaks through to the Imperial Dao, the direction of the righteous and demonic war might not end as it did in previous historical times."
Fang Xiaoyao's eyes were solemn, and his thoughts churned endlessly.
He had mobilized the armies of the five great sacred lands to come to Britain, only to fall into a Demon Path ambush.
However, this only deepened his resolve to kill Chen Jiuyang!
How could such a demonic prodigy be allowed to advance further!
Absolutely impossible.
As the thought arose, Fang Xiaoyao stomped his foot heavily. Visible magical power surged from his body, unleashing the furnace combat power of the half-step Imperial Dao from the outset.
The Venerable Realm cultivates the Dao, while the Imperial Realm is where the Dao is forged into a furnace, completely casting one's own Dao. Blood qi, magical power, and everything about oneself transforms into a furnace, embarking on a brand new Great Dao, known as the Imperial Realm!
He had stepped into the half-step Imperial Dao years ago, and his furnace had been nurtured for years. He instantly pushed it to its limit, and brilliant white sword light instantly spread across the sky!