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Chen Yao's body was sent flying several tens of thousands of feet away by Feng Jing Tian's punch. He was submerged by the collapsed ruins of the mountain peak.

Was Chen Yao dead?

Countless sword faction disciples were angry.

Chen Yao had been punched in the chest by a Martial Saint. Would he still be able to live?

"Don't know the meaning."

He dared to offend his prestige and even forcefully sucked half of his psychokinesis away. He directly caused him to fall from the middle stage of the Sacred Martial Realm to the initial stage of the Sacred Martial Realm. He wished that he could grind Chen Yao to ashes.

Fortunately, it was all over now.

Just as Feng Jing Tian was feeling pleased with himself, a shout came from the ruins thousands of feet away.

"Old dog, you forced me to do this. If I don't kill you today, I, Chen Yao, will write my name backwards."

A blood-colored silhouette emerged from the rubble and soared into the sky. Surprisingly, Chen Yao's silhouette appeared before the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

At this moment, Chen Yao was in an extremely miserable state.

The sword armor had already broken through Chen Yao's defenses, revealing a concave on his chest. It was unknown how many of his ribs were broken, and even his internal organs had been displaced. Fresh blood continued to flow out from the corners of his mouth.

But he was still alive.

"My god."

Countless people cried out in surprise. A cultivator that had just entered the King's realm was able to live after being punched by a Saint realm expert?

This was an unbelievable matter. Everyone was going crazy.

"Is this kid even human?"

"Not simple, this child is not simple."

"Terrifying."

Everyone looked at Chen Yao with shocked expressions.

There were another two hundred or so people in the Emperor Martial Realm on the scene and there were close to ten semi-sage experts. However, who dared to confidently say that they could survive Feng Jing Tian's fist strike?

However, Chen Yao had actually managed to accomplish it.

This brat's strength is truly terrifying. I wonder just how many trump cards he has.

Some people began to wonder if Chen Yao could really kill a Saint if he used all of his trump cards.

"How is this possible?"

Looking at Chen Yao, who had appeared before him, Feng Jing Tian was on the verge of going crazy. He had used at least 90% of his strength in that previous attack. Chen Yao took a firm punch from him, yet he was still alive.

"It's my turn now."

Chen Yao didn't reply to Feng Jing Tian's words. Instead, he directly waved his hand, and a purple hairpin appeared before him.

Lightning Sea.

When this hairpin appeared, the experts of the sect all revealed looks of surprise.

That was because this was the most precious treasure of the sect, a Saint-rank magic item. Previously, during the life-and-death battle between Yiye of the Purple Star and Chen Yao, it had been seized by Chen Yao.

"Fellow Daoist Martian, I've told you this before. I've never seen anything from your sect before. Our sect and mine truly cooperate. Earlier, we were provoked by Chen Yao. Now do you believe him?"

Having lost to Chen Yao before the strange spatial flag, and being wronged by the Guardian Sect and Chen Yao's accomplice, Wu Bei felt as if he was being wrongly accused.

The expression on Huo Xing Zi's face changed slightly.

"Your Martial Ancestor was indeed unrelated to this matter. What is the meaning of this kid taking out the electric sea now?"

"Don't tell me that we are going to return it to the Magic Sect and request for peace?"

Thinking to this point, a complacent smile emerged on Huo Xingzi's face. He looked to Chen Yao and said.

"Kid, now that you know fear, do you want to beg for mercy? It's already too late. "

Feng Jing Tian looked at Lei Tiantao. He was puzzled at first, but he soon revealed the same smile as Huo Xingzi.

"Chen Yao, don't you think it's a little late to beg for mercy? If I kill you, this Thunder Sky Lightning Sea will return to my Martial Ancestor Realm. "

"Senior brother Chen Yao, are you really going to lower your head and beg for mercy?"

"This is really disappointing."

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Senior Brother Chen Yao's revenge is also a stopgap measure. He will definitely be able to take revenge in the future. However, the condition is that he will be able to survive today."

"..."

Everyone looked at the Dharma treasure floating in the air. They were all guessing what it was like to be in the sea of thunder and lightning.

However, Chen Yao's expression never changed.

"Old man, I just said that if I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be a human."

Chen Yao's body was already radiating a dense, cold killing intent.

"I want to see what makes you think you can?"

Feng Jing Tian was a Saint realm expert. Naturally, he could not back down when faced with Chen Yao's provocation. He looked at Chen Yao tit for tat.

Chen Yao smiled strangely.

"Since you want to die so badly, I'll satisfy you."

"I sacrifice my blood to the gods."

Chen Yao used the Heaven Severing Sword to cut his own hand. Fresh blood flowed out and splattered onto the purple hairpin.

Immediately, the purple hairpin released an extremely bright color. It flew up into the sky, hiding itself within the clouds.

"Rumble."

In the sky, thunder continuously rumbled as thoughts raced through his mind. In an instant, this world was engulfed by purple lightning.

"Quick, flee."

Feng Jing Tian didn't expect Chen Yao to be able to use the electric sea. How was this possible?

Others didn't know how terrifying the electric sea was, but as a Saint realm expert of the sect, he had a certain level of understanding towards the power of the electric sea.

He never thought that Chen Yao would be able to use this level of artifact. Even if it was a Sacred Martial Realm expert, it would be impossible for them to grasp this saint artifact without several years of time. How could Chen Yao grasp this saint artifact in one day?

Without time to think, he quickly reprimanded the Dharma sect and the rest of the Wu sect members behind him. He was well aware of the power of the electric sea; even a semi-sage expert would find it difficult to survive it.

He hurriedly let them leave, but it was already too late.

The rolling thunder came pouring down from the horizon. The lightning was as concentrated as rain, and every single lightning was Purple Clouds True Thunder.

"Save me!"

"Ah!"

In an instant, several cultivators of the Emperor Profound Realm were killed by the Purple Clouds True Lightning, and their souls were destroyed.

Many people tried their best to defend as they ran for their lives. After a few seconds, the Martial Ancestor Sect's experts were already hundreds of miles away. They were finally able to dodge the attack of the sea of thunder and lightning.

However, in just the span of a few breaths, nearly twenty Martial King experts from the two great sects had perished on the spot. There weren't many Martial King experts from the other second-rate sects. They were all dead now.

Even a few semi-sage experts were severely injured.

In other words, when this saint rank magic tool was used, the combined forces of the Martial Organization and the Martial Sect would lose their combat strength. This posed a great danger to the Sword Faction.

Looking at this scene, Feng Jing Tian was furious.

"Chen Yao, I want you dead!"

He explosively shot towards Chen Yao.

However, the smile on Chen Yao's face became even weirder.

"You want me to die? You should deal with it first. "

A huge head appeared from the sea of clouds, followed by an enormous body thousands of feet long.