Chapter 811: Slaying Two Avatars in a Row

The four mysterious powerhouses laughed heartily. This sword had been forged by the魔族 over countless years, specifically to deal with tough nuts.

All four swords gleamed with fierce light, and the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation was infinitely powerful—no one who entered could ever leave.

"Hmm!" Suddenly, one of the bodies trembled, and he roared: "Damn it, the merit was taken! Damn it!"

He was enraged. His seated form vanished instantly, and the faces of the other three turned grim, dark as thunderclouds. The Third Hall Master was too incompetent; if this man was not eliminated, he would become a great calamity.

"Damn it, that useless Third Hall Master! If this man is not killed, and the merit is lost, his death would be too light a punishment!"

"Bastard! The merit could allow these four deadly swords to evolve to their peak divine power. If it's lost, what are we to do?"

The interweaving celestial sword qi in the void gradually showed gaps. With one deadly sword missing, the White-Robed Supreme would eventually break free.

"I hope he returns quickly, or we'll be in trouble." But a hint of mockery also flickered in his eyes. The four Hall Masters each governed a palace; it seemed his palace was in trouble—that would be a huge problem.

"Haha, this divine turtle said it would happen! That kid Yang Tian indeed lured away one Hall Master. Now the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation will collapse on its own!"

"Hmph, I wonder where they got the formation diagram for the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation. Where could that object be?" The strange stone hummed and trembled as it asked the divine turtle.

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In the魔族 palace, blood stained the sky. A great battle raged, with many powerhouses fighting fiercely. Some had returned to their sects to muster forces to quell the chaos.

The Great Divine Son coughed up blood repeatedly. Yang Tian's massive fist smashed into his cheek, nearly knocking out his front teeth.

"You can't escape!" he roared. He had already notified the Hall Master; Yang Tian would soon be dead.

"Can't escape? Then I'll kill you first!" Yang Tian snorted coldly. The Cauldron of Heaven's Repair nearly shattered his skull.

"Chaos Divine Body? It's not yours after all. You're just a试验品 of the魔族!" Yang Tian slapped him hard across the face.

"You're full of shit!" The Great Divine Son raged madly, but he was no match for Yang Tian now. The golden divine staff had gravely wounded him, and Yang Tian, having taken the Mad Divine Pill, had surged to a terrifying level of power.

"Quick, retreat! The avatar of the魔族 Hall Master is coming!" Zhou An's shout rang out. The four Hall Masters of the魔族 were all at the peak of Great Divine Ability; they must not be underestimated.

Hearing this, Yang Tian's pupils contracted sharply. He punched through the Great Divine Son's chest and ripped out the Chaos Origin.

"Hmph, losing the Chaos Origin—let the魔族 high command punish you!" Yang Tian did not kill him. He thought of the Demoness's appearance; the Great Divine Son would likely suffer a fate worse than death.

"Let's go!" Yang Tian's hand spread wide, tearing through the prison walls as he began to cross the void frantically.

"Where do you think you're going!" From an unknown distance, a terrifying sword beam shot forth. It was a deadly killing aura, a lethal strike that made one's liver and gallbladder shatter.

Yang Tian's eyes bulged. This strike was terrifying—far beyond what he could withstand.

"That's the Absolute Immortal Sword!" Zhou An's face turned ashen. This sword had been refined by the Third Hall Master for countless years, its power immense. The immature Cauldron of Heaven's Repair could not contend with it.

Yang Tian's body was instantly cleaved in two by the celestial sword beam, turning into a cloud of blood mist!

In the city, in the room where Yang Tian sat cross-legged, Yuan Xia waited anxiously. Fatty and the others were also frantic, sensing the battle at Demon Mountain Ridge—the aura was terrifying.

"Pfft!" Yang Tian's seated form suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire aura turned pale and weak.

"Yang Tian, what's wrong?" Yuan Xia's face instantly went white. She asked urgently. His main body must have encountered trouble; otherwise, why would this body spit blood?

Without a word, the seated form vanished instantly, leaving Yuan Xia in extreme anxiety.

Without hesitation, she sped toward Demon Mountain Ridge. If something happened to Yang Tian, she didn't know what she would do.

Far away in the prison, Zhou An's face was ashen, almost spitting blood. Was the Yang Clan finished?

The old man in the dragon robe also sighed. The reversal was too sudden; no one had expected the Hall Master to return.

But then a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and he exclaimed, "No, that's not his main body. Could it be an avatar?"

He found it incredible. Even he hadn't seen how Yang Tian had managed that.

Where the blood mist had dissipated, a terrifying figure appeared. His face was dark with fury. The palace was in complete chaos; most of the human powerhouses had escaped. Recapturing them would not be easy.

"Damn it!" He screamed madly, searching for the merit, but there was no trace of it. The plans of countless years had all been ruined.

"Haha, Third Hall Master, go home and wash up. Wait for the Demon Lord's wrath!" Zhou An, though unsure what had happened to Yang Tian, knew he had to stall for time.

"Haha, indeed, indeed." The old man in the dragon robe also laughed, his face full of contempt. If the other Hall Masters learned that this was the work of a single Great Emperor, how could he still hold his head high as Hall Master?

"You're asking for death!" The Third Hall Master flew into a rage. In his hand was a cyan deadly sword, radiating overwhelming killing light, extremely terrifying.

"Haha, if you have the guts, come kill me!" Zhou An sneered. They had imprisoned him for so many years; if they wanted him dead, they would have done it long ago.

"No!" The Third Hall Master clenched his fist. His eyes blazed with divine light, fixing on the sea of baleful qi in the void.

"Get out here!" The Third Hall Master roared in fury. The Absolute Immortal Sword erupted with boundless killing light, surging toward the sea of baleful qi.

Yang Tian's face was pale as snow. With the One Qi Transforming Three Purities technique, the avatars were indistinguishable from the main body. Having one avatar slain, he suffered severe damage. If not for his deep foundation and vigorous blood energy like a dragon, he would have collapsed.

Now he shouted softly. The Twelve Heavenly Gods Killing Formation, which had absorbed a vast amount of baleful qi, roared forth. Terrifying baleful qi shook the world, enveloping the entire palace.

Rumble! A fierce wind swept the heavens and earth. Twelve figures manifested in the void, their bodies exuding overwhelming baleful qi.

"This is... the Twelve Heavenly Gods Killing Formation!" Zhou An couldn't help saying. This was a lost great killing formation.

Legend had it that the Twelve Heavenly Gods Killing Formation originated from the Wu, an ancient race. Zhou An had only heard of it, mainly because during the ancient Demon-Sealing Formation, he had once sought this great killing formation.

The deadly sword beam shot forth, tearing through the void, making heaven and earth tremble. The surging baleful qi in the void was split open.

"Damn it!" The Third Hall Master raged. The Absolute Immortal Sword erupted with boundless sword light, slashing wildly. Though the formation diagram was formidable, it could not withstand the destruction of his Absolute Immortal Sword.

Yang Tian fled swiftly. This formation diagram could at most hold for a few breaths; after that, he would be in trouble.

Sword light infinite, killing aura overwhelming. The Third Hall Master would never let Yang Tian take the merit away; otherwise, he would face unimaginable wrath.

The blood-colored barrier was shredded by the sword light of the Absolute Immortal Sword. Then the Third Hall Master's form shot through the air, charging at Yang Tian.

"Die! Let's see how many lives you have!" The Third Hall Master roared. The Absolute Immortal Sword boomed, unleashing a killing beam.

This sword light annihilated everything. Without the strange stone's help, even with the East Sea Divine Pearl to resist, Yang Tian could not withstand such terrifying killing light.

Boom! The fleeing form ahead turned into blood mist. The Third Hall Master was so elated he nearly jumped for joy. But when he saw no flesh and blood remained, his old face turned icy and sinister.

"Damn it! Why are you here!" Seeing Yuan Xia follow, Yang Tian roared.

Looking at the roaring man, Yuan Xia felt a pang of fear, but she quickly said, "I was worried about you!"

"Haha, then don't leave. Stay here with me!" The Third Hall Master shouted, ecstatic. Yang Tian must have mastered some incredible avatar technique—such a thing was extremely rare. He had never heard of such a marvelous avatar art in the world.

"Bastard!" Unable to escape, Yang Tian was severely wounded, on the verge of fainting. He grasped Yuan Xia's jade hand and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"