Chapter 511: Chapter 509: Supreme True Lord

Yie Vajra, Gon Lang, Yang Ziye!

Xu Yang was all too familiar with these three.

Each of them occupied a Celestial Essence Spirit Star, the stars close together, the giant stars behind them turbulent, their auras terrifying.

Yie Vajra: High-tier True Monarch, Gon Lang: High-tier True Monarch, Yang Ziye: High-tier True Monarch!

Such cultivation sent chills down Xu Yang’s spine.

Yie Vajra and Yang Ziye were not of poor aptitude; upon arriving in the Spirit Realm, they had a period of rapid advancement, but Xu Yang could not have imagined they would improve so swiftly.

Even if their combat strength did not match the top-tier celestials of the Spirit Realm, such cultivation levels were already outrageous.

"Yang Ziye looks like she just broke through not long ago; it seems these few were the first to discover this place."

Xu Yang’s pupils flashed, and he quickly selected a star and swept toward it.

This Celestial Essence Spirit Star was said to be the closest to the spirit source, the concentrated essence energy of heaven and earth in the Spirit Realm.

It required long-term accumulation and needed to be nurtured in a treasure land where the concentration of Spiritual Qi was unimaginably fierce.

As some had discussed earlier, even amongst the seven top-tier powers, such a degree of Celestial Essence Spirit Star was rare!

These Celestial Essence Spirit Stars, depending on their accumulation, some could last two or three days, some seven or eight days, or even longer.

To cultivate here for one day was equivalent to refining several drops of second-tier pure water; to cultivate for three days, it equaled refining third-tier pure water; to cultivate for a hundred days, it was worth a thousand channels of spirit source!

Utterly astonishing!

Of course, only High-tier True Monarchs at least could come to this place.

In just a few days, it was impossible to break through to True Monarch Perfection.

But, with this, one could greatly enhance their foundation, strengthen their cultivation; to cultivate uninterrupted here for a hundred days was comparable to years of hard training outside!

To call it one of the top three great opportunities below the Shenxiao Realm is absolutely justified.

Swoosh!

Xu Yang lightning-quick sat down cross-legged before one of the giant stars.

The three—Yie Vajra, Gon Lang, and Yang Ziye—opened their eyes simultaneously, sweeping their gazes past him, pausing only briefly before turning toward the influx of martial artists.

Almost all were High-tier True Monarchs, with more than a dozen at True Monarch Perfection!

Over a hundred people.

Yet, there were only about fifty Celestial Essence Spirit Stars here.

Thus, chaos broke out.

"Get the hell out of here!"

"This one is taken."

"Old bastard, tired of living, aren’t you?"

"Just a measly High-tier True Monarch dared compete with me? Out!"

...

Boom!

The battle was wild and brutal; anyone fighting over a star went all out as if their lives depended on it.

In the blink of an eye, shrieks rang as some fell defeated!

Xu Yang, naturally, was not spared here.

Two people attacked, but he repelled both.

Swoosh!

A True Monarch Perfection expert suddenly lunged at him.

"Brat, get lost!"

The middle-aged man roared, his giant palm falling like a fan.

Xu Yang’s expression was unchanged; as he rose, he threw a punch.

Bam!

The middle-aged man shuddered and staggered back several steps.

"How is this possible?"

His eyes brimmed with shock, his voice trembling.

"You’re the one who should get lost," Xu Yang said coldly.

"Courting death!"

"Miss said he’s not afraid of Illusion Techniques..."

Men Qianjun’s eyes grew cold, leaving behind a shadow at the spot as he surged forth with a force like a mountain collapse and tsunami, killing intent erupting once more.

Clang!

A long sword crackling with lightning appeared in his hand; an imprint bloomed between his brows, fusing into the Spirit Sword like a flash.

In an instant, the Spirit Sword quaked, thunder roaring.

"Wind and Thunder Sword Seal!"

Men Qianjun’s gaze was ruthless; as the sword thrust forward, fierce winds howled and thunder raged, wind entwined with divine thunder, the force of one sword was a vast heavenly tribulation crashing down, annihilating everything.

Such potent killing intent?

Xu Yang frowned slightly, but he had no time for distractions; his entire frame shook as the spirit mark activated in secret, fingers clenched, and his punch erupted with a force equal to a calamity.

Boom!

The sword’s radiance shattered; lightning scattered in all directions.

Men Qianjun retreated several steps.

Xu Yang’s figure trembled, towering like a mountain, coolly glaring at Men Qianjun: "You seek death!"

Before the words faded, his figure exploded forth.

Men Qianjun was utterly shocked.

Never could he have imagined Xu Yang was so strong.

With High-tier True Monarch cultivation, he could contend against True Monarch Perfection, even prevailing—what sort of monstrous battle power was this?

"Still not helping me?"

Men Qianjun fell back, shouting fiercely.

Helpers?

While Xu Yang was surprised, not far away, another True Monarch Perfection elder who had already seized a Celestial Essence Spirit Star leaped over, mockingly: "You useless thing, you couldn’t even finish off a High-tier True Monarch brat."

Men Qianjun was so angry he spat blood—could this be just High-tier True Monarch? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Daluo Qiankun Finger!"

The elder, loftily above, pointed toward Xu Yang.

A spirit mark swelled, space twisted!

One finger held the cosmos within, weight upon weight, piercing the void like an unstoppable spear.

Meanwhile, Men Qianjun attacked again.

Two True Monarch Perfections joining hands against one High-tier True Monarch!

This sight left martial artists all around dumbstruck.

Even the three—Yie Vajra, Gon Lang, and Yang Ziye—stared, equally shaken.

"Such powerful strength!"

"A High-tier True Monarch can contest two True Monarch Perfections—even younger, he’d be another Celestial Pride List top-ten monster."

"But, facing two True Monarch Perfections, this is where it ends."

"No matter how strong, a High-tier True Monarch has limits!"

"Indeed!"

...

On the edge, an elder who had just subdued a rival spat out a mouthful of blood, turned and saw this scene, brow twitching.

"That guy again, being targeted by two True Monarch Perfections—could there be vendetta?"

"He was stronger than me before, and now after breaking through to High-tier True Monarch, his battle power is terrifying."

"But..."

The elder shook his head slightly; though Xu Yang was strong, he did not think he could withstand two opponents together.

Xu Yang indeed felt enormous pressure.

If he revealed all his strength, he feared nothing!

Without exposing himself, many of his methods could not be used openly!

Facing the two, Xu Yang’s eyes were as cold as blades.

"Celestial Sovereign Shenxiao!"

"Supreme True Monarch!"

Boom!

Thirty thousand seals formed in an instant!

Xu Yang’s body quaked, bones rang out, inside him surged a multitude of armies, rivers crashing.

His frame even visibly rose, his momentum soared at once.

With Cangxu Divine Eyes, the trajectories of both enemies were clear as daylight.

Swoosh!

Xu Yang left a string of shadows where he stood; countless martial artists around were dazzled, unable to find his true body.

Boom!

A figure blasted back, wretched, spitting blood.

Shadows intertwined, storms raged, and savage murderous force turned into spirit clouds like a natural disaster; a mass of black Spirit Fire erupted explosively, thick as ink, instantly engulfing the surroundings with lightning speed.

Crack!

The formidable finger radiance was smashed to bits by a fist wrapped in black Spirit Fire.

The elder’s expression changed dramatically as he retreated wildly.

Xu Yang suddenly spread his palm, shaking the air at a distance.

"Devour!"

Heaven-Devouring Spirit-Eating Skill activated; a mighty suction enveloped the elder, freezing him in place.

In that split second, Xu Yang had already closed in.

Gazing at the elder’s panicked face, Xu Yang grinned: "Old bastard, who did you just call brat?"

With a cold laugh, Xu Yang flipped his palm, stacking seals!

In an instant, ten thousand channels!

Chaos energy wrought itself into a surging mass of True Essence within his palm, transforming into a twisted vortex.

Inside the vortex, countless blades clustered densely, emitting suffocating savage power.

Though he did not use the Asura Blood Saber, Xu Yang employed the subtlety of the Chaotic Void Celestial Saber, using his True Essence to display an alternative Chaotic Void Celestial Saber.

This ought to be called: Chaotic Void Blade Palm!

Boom!

Xu Yang struck at the elder with a palm.

To the crowd, it seemed as though a giant beast, fanged with countless blades, opened its bloody maw for a fierce devouring—everyone shuddered.

The elder’s face turned ashen in an instant, sweat pouring down.

"Men Qianjun, save me!"

He frantically unleashed his spirit marks and True Essence, shouting and calling out to Meng Qianjun.