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A deep bowl-shaped hole appeared on the ground. It was several zhang in depth and several thousand zhang in width.

The entire ground seemed to be scorched, emitting hot steam. In the large pit, there were countless flying swords stuck in the ground.

He no longer had the aura of a Purple Star.

All of a sudden, it rained down from the sky. There was a huge amount of spiritual qi falling from the sky.

The Saint had fallen.

It was said that when a Saint died, he would return the spiritual energy he had accumulated throughout his life to the heavens and earth.

It had been hundreds of years since a Saint had fallen, and when the spirit rain began to fall, everyone was shocked and unable to react.

Madame Purple Star died just like that, without even leaving a corpse?

Was the Infernal Queen Chen Yao really this powerful?

"No."

The people of Karakorum suddenly began to shout in hysteria. To the Karakorum, losing a Saint was an extremely heavy price to pay.

No one would have thought that a powerful Saint expert like Amethyst Star Lord would die in such a ridiculous manner. For a moment, the people from the sect found it hard to accept this as their faces were filled with rage.

However, there was someone who was even more furious than them.

Chen Yao turned his head and with a devilish smile on his face, he looked around at the five semi-sage experts and nearly a hundred Emperor Stage powerhouses surrounding him and said in a mechanical, strange, and hoarse voice, "It's your turn now."

"Thunder."

Chen Yao raised the Heaven Severing Sword in his hand and swung it towards the mighty Dharma Idol.

A low-grade Heaven-step sword skill was extremely powerful for these semi-sage realm Emperors. Moreover, Chen Yao's current cultivation was comparable to a Saint realm expert, and this sword strike contained an endless amount of killing intent. Thus, although this sword strike was only of low-grade Heaven-step, it was still absolutely powerful.

Countless bolts of purple lightning, dyed black and red, fell from the sky as if they had come from hell. They turned into flying swords that flew towards the experts of the sect.

"Ice Breaking Technique."

"Ten Thousand Mu Sheng."

Nearly a hundred experts of the Hundred Kunlun Faction all released their strongest spells to counter Chen Yao's sword skill.

However, in just a single exchange, all of the Emperor level powerhouses had fallen. Even five of the semi-sage realm powerhouses had been severely injured.

At this moment, Chen Yao had already raised his Heaven's Slaying Sword and charged into the ranks of the experts from Karakorum.

Dharma cultivators focused on long-range attacks and techniques. They were extremely powerful, but once they were attacked by a sword cultivator, especially a close range body cultivator, they could only wait to die.

Chen Yao immediately rushed towards a semi-sage expert of the Karakorum Savant.

The Heaven Cleaving Sword was coming down from the top as it was about to split into two. That half-Saint expert gathered all his Profound Qi and tried his best to hold on to the Heaven's Cleaving Sword in Chen Yao's hands. However, in the next instant, Chen Yao directly threw out a punch.

"Bam."

Chen Yao's fist landed on the abdomen of the semi-sage expert, leaving a bloody hole. The expert fell from the sky, turning into a pile of meat paste.

"Flee."

The people of the Karakorum Sword League had scattered in all directions to escape. To Chen Yao, who had gone insane, they were nothing more than ants. Even a semi-sage expert was no match for one of Chen Yao's sword attacks.

"Prison."

Naturally, Chen Yao would not allow these people to leave. At this moment, he had even forgotten who he was. However, he remembered that he had to kill these people and kill every single one of them.

At this moment, his killing intent had forcefully raised his cultivation to the False Saint level, and he had unleashed the Prison Sword Technique, enveloping the entire Broken Sword City. At this moment, his killing intent had been forcefully raised to the False Saint level by his killing intent, and he unleashed the Prison Sword Technique, which directly enveloped the entire Broken Sword City.

No one dared to cross the line. They could only wait for their deaths inside the sword formation.

This was the terror of the current Chen Yao. He did not use the power of the sword formation to directly exterminate the experts from the sect. Instead, he would be like a cat catching a mouse, personally killing each and every one of them.

"Hahaha."

Chen Yao had a weird smile on his face as he shouted. The Heaven Severing Sword in his hand killed one expert of the Magic Sect each and every one of them.

The blood of powerhouses above the Emperor Stage already contained hidden spiritual energy. The Heaven Severing Sword had killed these powerhouses, and their blood was stained with the blood of powerhouses, especially the one that killed the Saint realm expert, the Purple Star.

At this moment, the Heaven Severing Sword's grade had also risen to low-grade heaven-step.

At this moment, every single strike of Chen Yao's was capable of effortlessly slaying a Zong Stage powerhouse.

The experts trapped within the spell formation had ashen faces. Some of them had even been scared to death by Chen Yao's crazed state.

"Martial Ancestor Realm expert, Senior Wan Zhan, save me!"

A semi-sage expert of the Dharma sect avoided Chen Yao's pursuit and pitifully turned to Wu Zong for help. After killing Chen Yao, the two of them had reached an agreement and formed an alliance. Now that the two Dharma experts had been killed back to back, how could Wu Zong's men go back on their words?

At this moment, Wan Zhan and Jian Yu had given up trembling, maintaining a certain distance as they warned each other.

Wan Zhan's expression was extremely ugly when he heard the Dharma expert's cry for help.

Since Wu Zong and Fa Zong had previously reached a consensus, it would be morally unfair for him to not save them. However, the crux of the issue was not that he did not save them, but that he could not save them.

His strength and that of Purple Star's were on par with each other. Since Chen Yao could kill Purple Star with a single sword strike, he could also kill him with a single sword strike.

The more powerful a person was, the more they would cherish their life. They had painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of years. If their cultivation were to be lost, how painful would that be?

"Senior Jian Yu, even if my sect is in the wrong, please hold your hand. Do you really intend to kill all of my sect's members today?"

If the people of the sect were to leave now, the relationship between the sect and the sword faction might still have a chance to ease down. However, if Chen Yao were to continue killing, I can guarantee that the sect will send out all of its forces to attack the sword faction tomorrow. My sect and the sect are allies in this matter, so naturally, we won't sit idly by and do nothing.

And the people of the Limitless Demon Sect might not interfere, and when that happens, the sword sect will disappear from this world, so please reconsider. "

The ten thousand battles were about to hit the nail on the head and reveal their interests. He hoped that the sword rain would be able to stop Chen Yao's bloody massacre.

Jian Yu's expression was equally solemn.

At this moment, it was not that she did not want to stop Chen Yao, but Chen Yao simply would not recognize anyone. Luo Mo's death had completely enchanted Chen Yao, and at this moment, he was completely dominated by the desire to kill.

As Chen Yao fell into such a crazed state, Wu Zong and Law Faction were the main culprits.

Therefore, Jian Yu also said angrily, "Your Martial Organization and the Guardian Sect colluded and wanted to harm Chen Yao. Now that they have forced Chen Yao into the devil's lair, are you satisfied? For me to clean up your mess, sorry, I can't stop Chen Yao now. "

"Old thief Wan Zhan, prepare to die."

But at this moment, a bright sword light poured down from the sky, piercing straight towards Wan Zhan.

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