Seeing the Alchemy Emperor completely lose his cool, to the point of summoning even his Eternal Heart-Tempering Cauldron, Zhang Mingyuan still felt the situation wasn't chaotic enough!
He raised his voice and yelled, “Everyone, look! Lord Alchemy Emperor is getting anxious! As the old saying goes, lies don't hurt, but the truth is a sharp knife! I must have hit a sore spot, Lord Alchemy Emperor!”
“Zhang Mingyuan, I want you dead!”
Alchemy Emperor Wuchen's eyes turned crimson. Activating his divine sense, the sky-blotting alchemy cauldron, carrying a terrifying heat capable of incinerating all creation, crashed down toward them!
He swore to smash this damn scoundrel and his wretched mouth into a bloody pulp!
Seeing this, even the ten Mahayana Stage old monsters summoned by the Alchemy Emperor couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement.
This Sacred Lord's mouth could probably create a law of its own, called “Wretched Words Come True.”
The battle was on the verge of breaking out. All the disciples and members of the Myriad Snow Palace hid inside the sect-protecting array, nervously watching the sky.
Facing this world-destroying strike, Zhang Mingyuan merely raised his finger lazily.
“Is that it?”
A negligible wisp of sword qi flicked from his fingertip, precisely striking the alchemy cauldron.
Clang—!
With a deafening boom, the Eternal Heart-Tempering Cauldron, which looked capable of crushing mountains, was actually sent flying backward by that single finger, spinning wildly in the air.
Alchemy Emperor Wuchen's blood boiled as he forced his lifebound magic treasure to stabilize, his face filled with utter shock.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Zhang Mingyuan curled his lip.
“Lord Alchemy Emperor, your cauldron is no good. It's so soft. Is it just like you?”
“You!”
Driven into a secondary fit of rage, Alchemy Emperor Wuchen roared at the ten Mahayana Stage experts:
“Everyone, slaughter this bastard for me! If any of you ever need anything from me, Alchemy Emperor Wuchen, in the future, just say the word!”
As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar broke out among everyone present.
This was a promise from Alchemy Emperor Wuchen himself!
Outside, a favor from the Alchemy Emperor was enough to make countless supreme experts fight to the death!
To deal with Zhang Mingyuan, he had actually paid such a heavy price!
The ten Mahayana Stage experts exchanged glances, seeing greed and resolve in each other's eyes.
Once again, they all cupped their hands toward Zhang Mingyuan, but this time, their attitudes were completely different.
“Sacred Lord Zhang, pardon our offense!”
Before their voices even faded, the ten made their moves simultaneously!
Instantly, the heavens and earth changed color, laws wavered, and divine abilities erupted!
Ten thousand rays of immortal light tore through the sky, and billions of lightning bolts spanned the depths of the abyss!
A profound ice dragon that could freeze ten thousand miles, a crimson-gold fire phoenix capable of incinerating the eight wildernesses, and invisible flying swords that severed karma...
Ten completely different yet equally terrifying powers of the Great Dao interwove into a web of absolute destruction, completely enveloping Zhang Mingyuan!
“Not good!” Inside the protective array, Elder Li went pale with fright. “Quick! Follow me to request the presence of the Immortal Lord!”
The disciples of the Myriad Snow Palace were even more frightened out of their wits. They had only seen such a spectacle in ancient records; it was a force capable of annihiling any sacred ground!
“Elder Li, there is no need.”
Right at that moment, Zhang Mingyuan's calm voice echoed, stopping Elder Li just as he was about to set off.
Under everyone's shocked and uncertain gazes, he slowly raised his head to face the cataclysmic attack, a wild and extremely arrogant smile playing on his lips.
“Watch closely. Although this Sacred Lord cannot defeat your Immortal Lord right now...”
“But out here, I am invincible under the heavens!”
The moment his words fell, the phantom of an ancient, unadorned, and even somewhat dilapidated great sword soared into the sky from behind him!
“Dog Slaughterer!”
His Dharma body manifested, tearing through the vault of heaven!
The sword phantom expanded rapidly against the wind, casting a vast shadow over ten thousand miles.
Endless slaughtering sword intent soared to the heavens, and countless sword phantoms materialized, capable of destroying stars!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two world-destroying forces collided with a thunderous crash!
Rumble—!!!
In an instant, the world lost all color and sound, plunging into ultimate silence and darkness.
The Myriad Snow Palace disciples hiding inside the protective array felt their hearts pounding, their souls trembling.
One against ten, and a head-on clash at that?
Sacred Lord Zhang... won't be beaten to death, will he?!
Their hearts clenched in anxiety. After all, whom Zhang Mingyuan faced was no random rabble, but ten top-tier supreme experts who each ruled their own territories!
An unknown amount of time passed—seemingly an instant, yet also like ten thousand years.
Only then did the light and sound between heaven and earth slowly return.
The crowd of the Myriad Snow Palace eagerly looked up—
“Look! It's Sacred Lord Zhang!”
“He... he won?!”
“Holy crap! How is this possible?! Taking on ten at the same realm and winning!!! Is this a fucking myth?!”
Outside the protective array, the sleeve of Zhang Mingyuan's right arm had exploded, and he was drenched in sweat.
Meanwhile, the ten Mahayana Stage experts were all kneeling on one knee, coughing up sacred blood.
As for Alchemy Emperor Wuchen, he lay on the ground, his clothes tattered and his body covered in blood.
His sacred weapon for proving his Dao, the Eternal Heart-Tempering Cauldron, had one of its three legs broken, its spiritual light dimmed.
This was too ruthless!
And too powerful!
A disciple raised her arms and cheered, “I declare! Sacred Lord Zhang is the number one expert in the Xuanling Realm, second only to the Immortal Lord!”
“Number one under the heavens!”
“Number one under the heavens!”
The waves of cheers were deafening.
Alchemy Emperor Wuchen scrambled up miserably, golden blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He had originally wanted to suppress Zhang Mingyuan with his reputation as the Alchemy Emperor. He never expected that, instead, his own title would be used to cement the glorious reputation of the Qingyun Sacred Lord.
He had lost completely...
He stared at the figure in midair and with great difficulty cupped his hands from afar. “Zhang Mingyuan... I accept defeat. Only you...”
Looking down from above, Zhang Mingyuan's face brimmed with smugness. “Only me what? Say it louder for this Sacred Lord.”
Speaking these words was incredibly difficult for the Alchemy Emperor:
“Only you... are worthy of Jinxue! From this day forward, I, Alchemy Emperor Wuchen, will only pursue the Dao of Alchemy and never again concern myself with mortal affairs!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the heavens and earth resonated. A profound mark of the Great Dao descended, actually bearing witness to his oath!
Zhang Mingyuan was momentarily stunned.
Holy crap... this kid...
Though Zhang Mingyuan did not fear formidable enemies, he respected opponents with integrity.
However...
“Hey! What do you mean 'only I am worthy of Su Jinxue'? Make it clear to this Sacred Lord!”
Zhang Mingyuan was displeased.
“Does this grandmaster need to be 'worthy' of her? She's just lucky to have become an immortal one step ahead of me! Hey, hey, hey, don't leave! Finish what you were saying!”
With a flash, Alchemy Emperor Wuchen tore through space and vanished into thin air.
The ten Mahayana Stage experts also cupped their hands to Zhang Mingyuan from afar, admitting defeat before vanishing one after another.
“Dammit, what the hell is all this...”
Zhang Mingyuan landed on the ground, curling his lip.
That woman? He wouldn't have anything to do with her.
“Su Jinxue is just an icy chick. I don't get what's so great about her... Is she really worth restructuring his Dao Heart over?”
He muttered to himself.
“Sacred Lord Zhang, watch your words!” Beside him, Elder Li quickly whispered a reminder.
“Watch my words? Watch what words?”
Zhang Mingyuan put his hands on his hips, completely nonchalant.
“Even if Su Jinxue were standing right in front of me now, this Sacred Lord would still say the same! This is called being consistent inside and out, with a Dao Heart as solid as a rock! Got it? You small fry, this is this Sacred Lord's cultivation heart method. Learn it well and practice hard. Huh? Elder Li, why did you stop talking?”
Right at that moment, Zhang Mingyuan suddenly sensed something was wrong.
An extreme frost crept up from behind him, feeling as though it had frozen his entire back into a sheet of solid ice.
Following that, a bone-chilling voice softly echoed in his ear:
“Oh? Zhang Mingyuan, do you dare to say those words again?”
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