Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

Chen Yuzheng was about to leave when he suddenly heard a long and clear whistle.    

    

At the entrance of a cave, a woman's figure stood there looking down at Chen Yu with a cold gaze.    

    

It was the woman from Profound Dark Stage who was with Zhao Mingyi.    

    

In the next moment, about thirty to forty people came out of the hundreds of caves.    

    

"That's him!" The woman pointed at Chen Yu from a distance and shouted, "This person hurt Junior Zhang!"    

    

Zhao Mingyi also drilled out of a cave and leaped into the air. He spread his wings like a giant bird and flew down towards Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu did not expect Zhao Mingyi and the others to be waiting for him here and frowned slightly.    

    

However, that was all.    

    

Chen Yu, whose eyes were flashing with bloodlust, looked around. Among the warriors he had seen, only three to five of them were as strong as Zhao Mingyi. Most of them were weaker than Zhao Mingyi.    

    

"Young Master?" Seeing so many people making their move, Little Yuan was slightly alarmed.    

    

"Stay behind me!" Chen Yu said lightly, "Don't worry!"    

    

While speaking, Zhao Mingyi had already landed not far in front of Chen Yu. With a murderous look in his eyes, he said: "You didn't expect me to be waiting for you here right? In the Lonely Spirit Abyss, not just anyone can hurt someone like you. Kneel down and break your own meridians, then that's all. Otherwise, you can forget about leaving Silvermoon Bay! "    

    

Whoosh whoosh, as Zhao Mingyi spoke, many figures shot down from the sky. Most of them wore the uniform of Cold Moon Sect, and on their faces, they carried the arrogance unique to sect disciples.    

    

There were indeed many Cold Moon Sect disciples present!    

    

"Break his own meridians?" Chen Yu smiled, "Zhao Mingyi, it seems like you are suicidal!"    

    

"Brother Zhao, there's no need to be so long-winded. Let's kill him first!" The woman had also descended and shouted, "Fellow disciples, this guy can heavily injure Junior Zhang in a one on one. Do not show any mercy!"    

    

Chen Yu said, "Zhao Mingyi, looks like I really shouldn't have let you go. But it doesn't matter. You don't matter to me. Since you all are suicidal, then I will just kill you all! "    

    

"Hahaha!" A thirty year old burly Cold Moon Sect disciple looked at Chen Yu and suddenly laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke of all.    

    

This person's aura was not much weaker than Zhao Mingyi's, he was also a practitioner of Profound Dark Stage. He pointed at Chen Yu and laughed: "Kill them all? A Spirit Accumulation Stage Warrior actually said to kill all of us? Haha, I'm dying from laughter, allow me to catch my breath! "    

    

Many Cold Moon Sect disciples also smiled as they thought that it was too absurd.    

    

"Where did this madman come from? How dare he spout such nonsense?" "Oh my god, there are really all kinds of lunatics in this world!" A petite woman covered her mouth and exclaimed in a very exaggerated manner.    

    

But this attracted the attention of quite a few Cold Moon Sect disciples, and they revealed excited expressions.    

    

"What Junior Sister Liu said is right, this madman is truly laughable!"    

    

"This is the first time in my life that I've seen such a crazy disciple. What an eye-opener!"    

    

"A mere cultivation of Spirit Accumulation Stage, taking advantage of Junior Brother Zhang's sudden heavy injury, and thinking that he's unrivalled in the world?"    

    

A slender Cold Moon Sect disciple dressed in a white robe came out from the crowd and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, I'll meet with this person for a while!"    

    

Zhao Mingyi's expression was not as relaxed as the other Cold Moon Sect disciples. He said: "Junior Brother Feng, let me do it. You guys can just charge towards the formation! "    

    

"Hmm?" Looking at Zhao Mingyi's serious expression, that Junior Martial Brother Feng had a strange expression as he said, "Senior Martial Brother Zhao, aren't you thinking too highly of him?" So what if his Spirit Accumulation Stage is invincible? Is he going to be a match for you, Senior Brother Zhao, at the third level of the Profound Dark Stage? "    

    

Zhao Mingyi's eyes flashed with a cold light and said, "This person has a sword spirit on him, it's extremely strange!"    

    

Junior Martial Brother Feng was slightly startled as he said, "Then we will stand in formation for Senior Martial Brother Zhao!"    

    

Zhao Mingyi nodded and calmly walked towards Chen Yu and said: "Since you don't want to break your own meridians, then I will have to do it myself. If I wasn't worried about Junior Zhang's injuries, I wouldn't have allowed you to live until now! "    

    

Chen Yu laughed, "If he's gone, then he's gone, what's the reason? I think it's better for all of you to come at me together, in case I have to go through them one by one.    

    

"Madman!"    

    

"This madman is too infuriating, I really want to kill him too much!"    

    

"Why don't we help him out? Let's split him into mincemeat with one sword strike!"    

    

"There are people seeking death everywhere, but this is the first time I've seen someone seeking death like this!"    

    

"…"    

    

The Cold Moon Sect disciples completely treated Chen Yu as a lunatic.    

    

Chen Yu, however, was considering the consequences of killing all of these Cold Moon Sect disciples. He had to give up this tempting idea.    

    

Those who dared to come into the Lonely Spirit Abyss to cultivate in seclusion should all be elite disciples of Cold Moon Sect. If the thirty over elite disciples were killed by Chen Yu alone, the commotion caused would be too big and the experts of Cold Moon Sect might even come out to chase Chen Yu down.    

    

Of course Chen Yu wasn't afraid of Cold Moon Sect's pursuit, but it would indeed increase the number of unnecessary troubles, and it would even cause a dispute between Cold Moon Sect and them.    

    

Therefore, Chen Yu felt that it would be enough to just kill a few.    

    

Zhao Mingyi slapped the Storage Bag and a curved, crescent-like, six-foot long blade flew into his hand. At the same time, there was a flash of moonlight on his chest, and a half-moon appeared.    

    

Zhao Mingyi had an aura as bright as the moon, his aura was clear and bright, cold and proud.    

    

Compared to the Junior Zhang who was severely injured by Chen Yu's punch, Zhao Mingyi was indeed much stronger.    

    

However, Chen Yu was still too lazy to use his weapon.    

    

"Die!" Zhao Mingyi no longer hesitated and took a step forward. His body moved at a fast speed and left behind a shadow in the sky as he slashed down like a crescent moon.    

    

The domain of the Profound Artifact Crescent Blade opened up with Zhao Mingyi's domain, and before the blade's aura could fall, it was completely pure and enveloped Chen Yu.    

    

The crescent-like blade aura was cold and magnificent. In Chen Yu's eyes, it was like a crescent moon hanging in the sky, washing away the darkness. He could not help but indulge in it and did not want to leave this gentle and elegant crescent moon!    

    

This saber art was able to confuse one's spirit, wear down one's fighting spirit, and weaken one's opponent's divine will.    

    

He had to admit that this was a very powerful blade technique. However, Chen Yu's heart was as calm as a rock. The moment the Perplexing God Insight appeared, he immediately came to his senses.    

    

With a slight bow on his back, Chen Yu threw out a punch.    

    

It was still the Tyrant Fist. The essence energy was highly concentrated, like a torrential torrent that broke the moonlight.    

    

The punch landed squarely on Chen Yu's blade. He felt as if he was being torn apart, but he was not injured at all.    

    

The force of the blade dissipated. Under the huge force, Zhao Mingyi spun in mid-air and the moonlight on his body became stronger.    

    

Zhao Mingyi spun in the air like a bright moon. He actually managed to dissolve all of the power of the Tyrant Fist. Like a crescent moon, his saber slashed down.    

    

This slash was like the moving moon and tides, enveloping the entire area. It was omnipresent, overlapping and endless.    

    

Tyrant Fist did not defeat Zhao Mingyi. It could be seen that Cold Moon Sect's sacred art indeed had its own unique aspects!    

    

As Chen Yu felt Zhao Mingyi's domain completely fusing with the saber's aura, he no longer hesitated. He waved his hand in the shape of a sword.    

    

The black sword shadow flashed and appeared in Chen Yu's hand. Chen Yu grabbed the sword and thrusted it forward.    

    

The sword rose up like a roaring red dragon, looking down upon the heavens.    

    

The fire Spiritual Dipper in Chen Yu's body almost completely merged into this sword.    

    

Boom! The moonlight was dim. The moonlight had a hole stabbed through it, and the momentum of the blade had been completely broken.    

    

Scarlet Dragon's sword cut through Zhao Mingyi's blade force. Wu Tie's hand loosened and the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit returned to its original state, thrusting towards Zhao Mingyi in a flash.    

    

Zhao Mingyi felt threatened. His expression changed slightly and he quickly retreated. With a wave of his hand, moonlight flowed, condensing into a rune in the middle of his palm, barely able to block the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit's stab.    

    

And the Cold Moon Sect disciples who had mocked Chen Yu as a madman, all had their expressions change, revealing expressions of disbelief.    

    

Although most of them knew that Chen Yu had injured Junior Brother Zhang of the Profound Dark Stage, they did not see him with their own eyes. Deep down in their hearts, they felt that Chen Yu had ambushed them.    

    

But now, Chen Yu's actions had completely changed their minds.    

    

Although Chen Yu was still arrogant when he said that he would kill them all, but in everyone's eyes, Chen Yu at least had the ability to be arrogant.    

    

Even though Zhao Mingyi had blocked the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit, he did not feel at ease. With a twist of his body, his movement technique was very agile as he retreated once again.    

    

From his previous performance, Zhao Mingyi was clearly not that kind of ruthless character. Against the strange and powerful Soul Devouring Sword Spirit, he clearly had the intention to retreat.    

    

Chen Yu was expressionless as he formed a sword technique.    

    

In a split-second, Soul Devouring Sword Spirit's sword art changed. With a flash, the sword shadows turned into feathers that flew around.    

    

Zhao Mingyi's expression changed as the sword shadow suddenly disappeared.    

    

"Brother Zhao, I'm here to help you!" A Cold Moon Sect disciple noticed that something was amiss and flew into the air straight towards Chen Yu.    

    

The imposing aura of the Profound Dark Stage came crashing down from the sky.    

    

"Young master, be careful!" Little Yuan, who was behind Chen Yu, exclaimed out loud with an uneasy expression. He was only a small practitioner of the Qi Condensation Stage, so the aura of anyone present caused him to tremble and be unable to endure.    

    

Chen Yu did not even turn his head as a flash of insight appeared in his body and Flamingo appeared. It flapped its wings and charged towards the incoming person.    

    

One Flamingo was not enough to stop the Profound Dark Stage's practitioners, but it was more than enough.    

    

At the same time, following the change in Chen Yu's sword art, the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit suddenly gathered and silently appeared on Zhao Mingyi's back.    

    

Zhao Mingyi's domain could not stop the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit, but he was able to sense the strange change. His expression changed greatly as he hurriedly turned around and gathered his soul power to use the Cold Moon Divine Technique.    

    

But compared to the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit's speed, Zhao Mingyi was still too slow.    

    

Shua, the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit stabbed into Zhao Mingyi's back.    

    

Zhao Mingyi fell from the sky like a rock.    

    

"Brother Zhao!"    

    

"Senior Martial Brother Zhao?"    

    

The woman rushed towards Zhao Mingyi with a scream.    

    

At the same time, all of the Cold Moon Sect disciples rushed forward, some charging towards Zhao Mingyi, and some dashing towards Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu glanced at Little Yuan from the corner of his eyes. After a silent laugh, the ice fish and Spirit Connecting Vine in his body flew out at the same time, blocking the two Profound Dark Stage Warriors that were charging towards him.    

    

Then, Chen Yu's body flashed, facing a Spirit Accumulation Stage Ranker who was holding a sword, he threw out a punch.    

    

Boom, the body of the warrior at the peak of Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage exploded, and his Profound Artifact Long Sword flew out.    

    

Without hesitation, Chen Yu waved his hand and the aura of the Soul Devouring Sword Spirit rose dramatically.