Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

The hall was silent. Only Zhang Yang's footsteps could be heard clearly. Everyone was standing still like a statue. Everyone's expression was confused and complicated, shocked and in disbelief.    

Zhang Yang walked in. His pair of calm eyes swept over the blood demons sitting on the high platform, and he quickly withdrew them. He walked straight over, and with every step he took, he mercilessly struck Luo Hongliang and the others' weak spirits.    

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!    

As the light rang out, Luo Hongliang and the others' bodies started to emit a faint light. Their auras were cold and seemingly fierce, but in reality, they were strong on the outside and weak on the inside.    

They really wanted to take action, but they did not have the courage. As that person slowly walked towards them, their momentum was like a candle in the wind, swaying about unsteadily. In the end, they completely restrained themselves, not on their own accord, but due to an invisible pressure that suffocated them.    

Thump, thump.    

Luo Hongliang and Jing Dongliu were the first to collapse onto the ground. Their bodies were trembling and their expressions were filled with fear and unease.    

Thump, thump.    

Following that, Shangguan Fei was sent flying. Fran and Siess fell to the ground in the same way, like a pile of mud. They didn't even have the slightest chance to resist.    

"Benefactor …"    

Seeing him walk over, Master Beimie and the Shaman put their hands together and golden light surrounded their bodies. Just as they spat out two words, the golden light that shot out dimmed in an instant like a balloon being pierced.    

"Evil Demon... When... "Shi …"    

"Dang …" "Kill!"    

They did not expect Master Beimie and Zen Master Shaman to say such words. Not only that, the dim golden light on their bodies suddenly lit up and a golden crescent shaped chain ruthlessly hacked towards Zhang Yang.    

At the same time, Zen Master Shaman also shot out a golden hand seal. It was like a meteor shower, constantly shooting out in all directions.    

They actually took the initiative to attack.    

Everyone felt that it was inconceivable. At the same time, they secretly exclaimed in admiration. As expected of the legendary Holy Monk, no matter how strong his opponent was, he was fearless!    

In fact, the two monks were having a difficult time speaking. It was not that they wanted to attack, but rather that they had no choice but to do so. The aura that had been locked onto them the entire time was forcing them to attack.    

"Boom!"    

The main hall shook violently, but no one knew what was going on. They only saw Zen Master shaman fall to the ground, the floor splashing and a huge pit appearing. The edge of the pit started to crack in all directions.    

The crowd once again saw Zen Master Shaman, who was surrounded by a golden light, stand up once again. He seemed unharmed, but another golden light flashed like a bolt of lightning.    

"Boom!"    

This time, everyone could see clearly that at some point, Hanging Temple Monk Master Beimie was treated like a humanoid weapon and was hit directly on the face by the youth's hands and feet, hitting the Shaman Zen Master.    

Master Beimie was swung up and smashed onto the Shaman. As he repeated this, it was fortunate that the two monks were already at the Peak of Domain Level and had already touched the threshold of the domain level, so they did not die on the spot.    

Golden rays of light surged around the two of them as they tried their best to protect their flesh, but how could they withstand such a rough and unreasonable swing. After dozens of strikes, both of them were covered in blood and their screams could be heard incessantly.    

During this process, everyone watched with their eyes wide open. They didn't make a move, and didn't dare to do so. The originally unconcerned blood demons also revealed grave expressions.    

Boom!    

Boom!    

Boom!    

With their Peak of Domain Level's physiques, even if they didn't die, at this moment, blood was flowing out of their ears, noses, and mouths, and their entire bodies were dyed red with blood.    

Bang!    

He threw Master Beimie, who was still in his hands, to the side as if throwing away trash. Zhang Yang seemed to have vented a lot of anger out of him as he turned around to look at the stage.    

Tat tat tat!    

Taking three consecutive steps forward, the blood demon sitting in the center of the crystal chair immediately had a change in expression. It was only at this moment that he finally felt the uncontrollable fear of the others.    

Previously, he was wondering why this young man couldn't help but be paralyzed when he walked to the side of Luo Hongliang and the others.    

There was no reason, nor did he know what had happened. He only felt that with each step this young man took, the terror in his heart grew stronger and stronger.    

He walked just like that. There was no majestic aura radiating from him, nor was there any pressure akin to a mountain of experts. There was only a very calm and oppressive aura.    

This kind of tranquil depression caused them to feel an inexplicable fear in their hearts. They were unable to understand it, as if they had fallen into an endless black hole, unceasingly falling.    

Perhaps the fear in their hearts could be overcome, but the fear that came from the Life Sea was not under their control at all. It was a forbidden area that belonged to the gods.    

Tat tat tat.    

Every step he took pounded the hearts of everyone present. Every step he took, Lord Blood Demon's face contorted in anger.    

He is a Blood Cultivator, and a Blood Demon. He does not have a Life Sea, so he is unable to form his fate. However, his soul is trembling, and that fear came from his instincts.    

This fear was easy to understand. The blood demons came from the 49th world, so it was understandable. They felt like a butcher who had killed many dogs. The more he killed, the more terrifying the dogs would be.    

How could this be!    

Blood Demon would never believe himself to be a dog, and his opponent was not a dog-slaughterer. However, he simply couldn't understand why this person, who clearly didn't have the presence of an expert or an ant, would cause him to feel fear and unease.    

"Whiz!"    

The Blood Light flashed a few times, and the blood demon naturally did not act rashly. Instead, it appeared in the air, its huge head slightly lowered as it looked down in disbelief at the youth below.    

Ignoring him, without even glancing at him, Zhang Yang walked straight up to the stage and slowly sat down. Zhang Yang walked straight up to the stage and slowly sat down, he looked calm and calm, but he smiled evilly, but it was definitely not a smile.    

Below them, Gu Miaoshan, Elder Tia, and Snow Princess stood quietly. They looked at Zhang Yang, who stood high above them, with shocked expressions on their faces. The shock did not disappear from their faces for even a moment.    

The two elders, Gong Shouyue and Guan Tian, from the moment Zhang Yang appeared, stood up and did not dare to sit down. They recognized Zhang Yang immediately and they couldn't help but reveal shock.    

When they arrived, Xiao Yunlong had clearly told them that if they met this person, they would immediately return and give up all plans.    

However, that day when they saw him mercilessly kill Ge Qian and the others, they were all scared. Fortunately, he was killed by Upper Master Zhan Tai's Reincarnation Channel in the end, so the two of them stayed behind as well.    

Now that they saw Zhang Yang appear again, the two of them regretted their actions. They could only nervously look at him.    

Luo Hongliang, Fran, Siess, and the rest had already stood up from the ground. When they saw the blood demon falling into the air, they subconsciously moved closer to it. Ning Xuan was the same.    

As for Zen Master Grief and Zen Master Shaman who had collapsed on the ground … He decided to feign death with his eyes closed.    

"You … "Who are you!"    

Although Blood Demon was in the air, his voice was trembling. The other party's fear that came from his soul made him feel extremely uneasy, but no matter what he could not figure out the reason.    

Moreover, ever since he came to this world, apart from a few people, very few people knew of his existence. For an existence like him, the caution of the blood demon had been etched into his bones.    

No matter how he felt and probed, the other party was clearly an ordinary human, not to mention the legendary Transformer.    

Above the domain level was the Mortal-Transcending realm. As the name implied, Mortal-Transcending meant that the body was shed from the mortal body, reborn, opened up on the spiritual altar, and the vitality around the body grew endlessly. The vast and mighty energy within one's body was no longer any unusual energy, but Origin Energy, which was a fundamental difference compared to people without Mortal-Transcending.    

The Blood Demon was certain that the other party was not a Mortal-Transcending expert, but since they weren't, why would they make him feel fear? No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand, and could only ask.    

"Lord, he is Zhang Yang!"    

From her point of view, the Blood Demon came from the forty-nine realms and their strength was not inferior to a Mortal-Transcending expert. The reason why Zhang Yang made people fear him was because he had cultivated a unique and strange cultivation technique.    

In reality, up until now, everyone had the same thought. Zhang Yang was not strong, but very strange …    

"Zhang Yang?" Blood Demon didn't think about it, but asked urgently, "Which Zhang …"    

Baji!    

The last word didn't come out, but the blood demon immediately fell from the sky. Its face was pale and it was breathing heavily. Its blood-red eyes flashed with fear, as if it had seen something terrifying. He pointed at Zhang Yang.    

"He … He … He is someone who has killed the entire Crown Prince Alliance … "    

He finally remembered this familiar name, because not long ago, he had paid special attention to it. Didn't they say that he had entered the Reincarnation Channel? Didn't they say he was killed by Upper Master Zhan Tai?    

He did not dare to look, did not even dare to say those two words. He trembled, and only his trembling body could betray the terror that existed in the heart of the Blood Demon.    

Upon seeing this scene, everyone was stupefied. They had no idea what had just happened.    

Ning Xuan was also very surprised. When she saw everyone's stunned faces, she immediately shouted, "Everyone, don't panic. With Lord Blood Demon here, we don't need to be afraid of Zhang Yang."    

Hearing this.    

The collapsed Blood Demon was panting on the ground, the corners of his mouth constantly twitching. He was unable to confirm that this youth before him was the Lord Evil Emperor of the 49th world, and he did not dare to confirm. If that was true, then …    

He did not dare to think further. A deep fear enveloped him, causing his mouth to become parched and his tongue to become dry. Looking into the youth's deep eyes, he felt the world spinning around him. As for what Ning Xuan said, he did not hear a single word.    

After reprimanding the crowd, Ning Xuan slowly stooped down to pick up the mire of blood demons. Although she felt that it was strange, she did not know the specific situation and continued to encourage them.    

"Lord Blood Demon, this Zhang Yang is truly strange, despicable and shameless. Please help us get rid of this evil demon that is hindering the Light of Immortality."    

After pausing for a moment, he said, "Sir Blood Demon, there is no need to worry. Zhang Yang is just a lowly human, and is not very powerful, so he practices a strange cultivation technique. As long as you pay attention, how can a lowly ant like him be compared to you?    

"Lord Blood Demon?"    

Seeing that Blood Demon still hadn't moved an inch, his face filled with fear. Like a sculpture, Ning Xuan felt even more at a loss.    

"Blood Demon?"    

Suddenly, a calm voice came from the tall stage. It was Zhang Yang.    

His voice was abnormally calm, without the slightest hint of emotion, but just like this, the originally standing blood demon flopped to the ground once again, paralyzed. Its body trembled like a sieve as deep fear completely enveloped it, as if it had fallen into an abyss.    

This time, everyone could clearly see that Master Blood Demon was scared, very scared, not because of any other reason.    

What are you afraid of?    

I don't know.    

Was he afraid of Zhang Yang?    

However, the other side had only said two words and hadn't done anything!    

What was going on?    

Aside from Gu Miaoshan, no one present knew why the blood demons suddenly became like this. In the 49th world, the words' Undying Evil Emperor 'had a deterrent effect on evil spirits that was comparable to the legendary gods.    

Facing Undying Evil Emperor, death was an extravagant hope!    

These words were not spread by the powerhouses, the real source was the evil spirits and the evil spirits.    

At this moment, it was as if the air in the hall had frozen. An extremely heavy pressure attacked every single one of them, causing them to be unable to breathe.    

What had happened?    

Why did Lord Blood Demon suddenly become like this?    

"Did you spread the way of the Blood Cultivator?"    

Zhang Yang's indifferent voice came over again. It sounded like a demon note from ancient times. It wasn't deafening, but it made the blood demon feel as if it was suffocating.    

It was him!    

It must be him!    

It must be Undying Evil Emperor!    

At this moment, the Blood Demon was one hundred percent certain that he was the Undying Evil Emperor from the 49th world, the Great Berserk Demon who had been hunted for countless years, the Sir Evil Emperor who had dyed the Endless Sea red with his blood.    

However, these were no longer important to him. What was important was that he already felt the arrival of death. No, it was not death. Facing Evil Emperor, dying was just an extravagant hope.    

"I-I was wrong. Please forgive me. My life, I was wrong. Lord Evil Emperor …"