Chapter 294: Rebirth: I'm an Old Man (18)

Yang Shentian is dead.
He died on the territory of the Haori Holy Land.
A chilling killing intent filled the entire Haori Holy Land.
Suddenly, space shattered like a mirror.
The incomparably terrifying aura forced everyone present to submit.
"It's a Saint..."
A Saint from the Haori Holy Land actually attacked, and against a junior no less.
Yang Shentian's death drove the Haori Holy Land to madness.
Lu Xuewei felt her body about to be annihilated; the terrifying aura was like divine punishment, and no one could escape alive.
"Husband, it seems we're destined to be a pair of doomed lovers."
Lu Xuewei's face showed no fear of death. Holding Dongfang Yunxing's hand, facing the approaching terrifying aura, her eyes held a sense of relief.
"We won't die... We haven't seen these countless mountains and rivers together yet."
Dongfang Yunxing shook his head.
"Master...help me!"
Dongfang Yunxing spoke softly.
A response echoed in his mind.
"The rest...leave it to your master."
Dongfang Yunxing closed his eyes.
It seemed he had given up resisting.
The terrifying tribulation light instantly annihilated Dongfang Yunxing and Lu Xuewei.
A Saint-level expert's attack was terrifying indeed.
"What a pity. Dongfang Yunxing defeated Yang Shentian in just two moves. Such a genius, if he hadn't provoked the Haori Holy Land, his future would have been limitless; he might have truly achieved enlightenment in this lifetime."
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. If he had remained dormant for thousands of years, the Haori Holy Land might have been destroyed by this young man."
"He can't possibly survive this time. A Saint's attack—that's an unparalleled powerhouse who has overseen the rise and fall of the Southern Region for thousands of years."
"But...but...he seems to really not be dead!"
"Are you kidding me? Even the strongest Nirvana Realm Venerable would perish, let alone a mere Void Realm cultivator."
"I'm not kidding...look, there really is a figure there..."
"......"
Everyone thought everything was settled.
But
in that terrifying tribulation light.
a figure could be vaguely seen.
that black dot, under that terrifying attack tens of thousands of feet long, appeared so tiny, yet that tiny dot never disappeared.
A figure could be vaguely seen growing larger, piercing through the destructive light of the calamity.
"That's Dongfang Yunxing! He's not dead!"
"How is this possible? No, this is absolutely impossible!"
"...."
The figure was indeed Dongfang Yunxing.
Yet it wasn't Dongfang Yunxing.
"Hasn't come out for a long time,"
'Dongfang Yunxing' muttered to himself.
Behind him grew a pair of dark wings.
Magnificent, mysterious, sublime!
Those dark wings merely trembled slightly.
Countless powerful figures in the entire Haori Holy Land instantly turned into blood mist.
The formation, powerful enough to obliterate a saint, shattered instantly.
The figure calmly walked step by step in the air.
In the air, with each step taken, the space seemed unable to withstand the terrifying power, cracking open a footprint that would never heal, and on the footprint, an inextinguishable black flame appeared out of nowhere.
It seemed as if a majestic figure, etched into a totem, had descended from his lofty throne, surveying the heavens.
His deep eyes were utterly indifferent, detached from all living beings, from everything. The endless cycle of life and eternal time seemed, in his eyes, nothing more than a mayfly, a drop in the ocean.
The unconscious Lu Xuewei was casually carried by him like a chick, but no one paid her any attention at this moment.
“Who are you? You are not him!”
“Who exactly are you!”
The Saintly expert from the Hao Ri Holy Land revealed himself. This was a seventh-level Saint, who had cultivated for four thousand years, weathering countless storms and witnessing the rise and fall of generations of geniuses.
But at this moment, this Saint, who had always observed the mortal world, possessed unparalleled terror in his eyes.
He saw something utterly terrifying.
This was definitely not the young man from before!
He saw the changing of the ages, the rise and fall of countless dynasties, and even time itself was but a toy in his palm.
He witnessed the rise of countless geniuses, the emergence of emperors, the fall of gods and demons, and even the invincible Great Emperor being swallowed whole.
"Ah..."
The saint suddenly screamed in agony, instantly transforming into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air like fireworks.
His Dao heart was utterly shattered.
Just because of a single glance.
The saint's blood formed a terrifying rain of blood.
That rain of blood contained the saint's energy, scorching hot like a raging fire.
But at this moment, everyone present felt a chill run through their bodies.
A saint had died just like that.
This wasn't dying after experiencing a terrifying battle.
That desperate cry was chilling; without the slightest resistance, he instantly turned into blood mist—it was all too bizarre.
"A mere Saint dares to covet my secrets?"
"Even if I show them to you, can you bear the karmic consequences?"
Su Chen watched the Saint turn into a blood mist, remaining calm and unsurprised by the outcome.
The Saint from the Haori Holy Land had attempted to deduce his identity.
Su Chen didn't care, nor did he try to conceal anything.
Unfortunately, the Saint from the Haori Holy Land couldn't withstand the terrifying karmic consequences; his Dao Heart collapsed, and he chose annihilation.
After a deathly silence, the Haori Holy Land erupted in mournful cries.
"Ancestor Chenghua!"
That Saint Ancestor had taught many elders and disciples within the Haori Holy Land, and even the current Holy Lord had benefited from his kindness.
Within the ancestral land of the Haori Holy Land, seemingly responding to the cries of its people, a terrifying aura revived.
"How dare you! Who dares to act so presumptuously within my Haori Holy Land!"
It was a Saint King Realm ancestor.
This gave hope to everyone within the Haori Holy Land.
A Saint King Realm expert is practically the strongest being in the Southern Region in this era.
A Saint King is very strong.
However, at this moment, a terrifying thought arose in the minds of the powerful figures from various forces in the Southern Region.
Could a Saint King really be a match for that terrifying being?
Soon, they learned the answer.
"It's like the old being comes after the young one, and then the even older one comes after the old one?"
Su Chen indicated that he was very familiar with this.
In mid-air, 'Dongfang Yunxing' calmly extended a hand, and the next moment, an elderly figure appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The old man emanated an aura of death, his cloudy eyes filled with terror and horror.
He was none other than the Holy King Ancestor of the Haori Holy Land.
He had sensed the death of a Saint within the Haori Holy Land and emerged in rage.
He had just flown out of the ancestral land when he was dragged away by a hand, utterly powerless to resist.
“That…that’s not our Haori Holy Land’s Holy King Ancestor?”
The survivors of the Haori Holy Land felt their minds shatter, their worldviews crumble.
Bang!
Su Chen stared expressionlessly at the blood mist before him.
“The Dao Heart of this Saint of the Haori Holy Land is far too fragile.”
Su Chen found it utterly boring.
He hadn’t even made a move.
A Saint, a Holy King, had been scared to death.