Yellow Court Daoist

"Awesome!"

"Brother Zhang is mighty!"

"Ha, Brother Zhang has consecutively slain the Taoshan Three Swordsmen. From today on, they shouldn't be called the Twelve Swordsmen anymore. They should be called the Twelve Shrimp with Soft Legs instead!"

Witnessing Zhang Yang's ferocity as he cut down three of the Twelve Swordsmen in quick succession.

Even the Loose Immortals and Demons from the Southern Border, who were only spectating with cold eyes before, couldn't help but cheer loudly, their spirits lifted, and their silence broken.

The prowess of the Taoshan Swordsmen was widely acknowledged.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Zhang Yang successively killed three men, each kill almost effortless. Even though the Guangyuan Daoist has yet to show himself, Zhang Yang's victories had already earned him a top-tier seat.

Rumors and gossip were immediately quelled.

Even peculiar gazes vanished entirely.

All True Immortals cheered wholeheartedly for Zhang Yang.

Yet, there were some who harbored suspicions in their hearts.

The short and childlike figure of the Taixu Ancestor frowned slightly and mused, "Although Zhang Yang's strength is not weak, he is, after all, just a Fourth Tribulation True Immortal. How could he possess such might?"

He was not the only one.

Many top-notch experts on the South Shore, upon seeing Zhang Yang consecutively behead three First Tribulation True Immortals, were shocked and puzzled at the same time.

"Plain and ordinary."

"Could there be a hidden mystery?"

"Perhaps Brother Zhang's Golden Ring contains some concealed method."

The crowd watched with hints of seriousness in their eyes.

Regardless, Zhang Yang's feat of killing three of the Taoshan Twelve Swordsmen was truly invigorating.

"Sunrise Sword - Fan Peng."

"Jade Sword - Mo Junshan."

"Green Sun Sword - Chen Sigu."

Meanwhile, the atmosphere on the North Shore became somewhat silent, and morale was low.

At the start of battle, they had lost three True Immortals, all of whom had illustrious names.

Even with the support of the Four Sects.

Even among the Righteous Sect Loose Immortals.

A heavy pallor loomed in their hearts.

Yu Zhenzi's face turned pale, his lips sealed.

His gaze swept through the formation of Taoshan, lingering on the second-ranked 'Junzi Sword' Lan Chao among the Twelve Swordsmen.

Lan Chao's expression tightened, and he quickly cast his gaze down.

The surrounding Righteous Sect Loose Immortals shook their heads.

"Lan Chao won't do."

Although he ranked second among the Twelve Swordsmen, Lan Chao's strength was only marginally greater than that of Chen Sigu, Mo Junshan, and Fan Peng. The latter three were almost instantly killed by Zhang Yang, so Lan Chao could likely meet the same fate.

Sending Lan Chao now would be tantamount to sending him to his death.

Yu Zhenzi knew this too, so his gaze did not linger long on Lan Chao.

But aside from Lan Chao, with Nangong Pojun, Great Victory Ancestor Master, and Gongsun Xun captured and their whereabouts unknown, the top-notch experts of Taoshan were just reduced to Yu Zhenzi and the Taoshan Three Elders.

None of them, in terms of reputation or cultivation level, were on par with Zhang Yang.

A match against him, even in victory, would be dishonorable.

The loose immortals fell silent, not daring to draw Yu Zhenzi's attention or willingly go to their demise.

However, as part of the same faction, the Four Sects shared a bond.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Amidst an awkward silence, a figure stepped forward from the ranks of Snow Ridge Great Sumeru Mountain, palms together, intoning a Buddha's name gravely, "Let this old monk have the honor of witnessing Mr. Zhang's brilliant techniques."

The crowd instantly recognized the figure—

"Golden Lamp Master."

"Such compassion from the master! With Golden Lamp Master taking action, Zhang Yang's little life is over!"

Once they saw this master, the Four Sects and All Righteous Sect Loose Immortals felt a surge of energy. It was widely acknowledged that among the strong under the Four Great Divine Monks of Snow Ridge, 'Golden Lamp Master' definitely ranked highly.

Not only was his Buddhist doctrine profound, but his combat prowess with his Divine Skills was also not inferior to that of the Taoshan Thunder Sword Immortal and the Wine Sword Immortal, almost comparable to that of a Sixth Tribulation True Immortal, perhaps even slightly surpassing.

As for Zhang Yang, rumors pegged him as merely a Fourth Tribulation True Immortal!

With Golden Lamp Master stepping in, All Immortals felt reassured.

"Then we'll entrust this to Golden Lamp Master!"

Yu Zhenzi rejoiced upon seeing someone alleviate the tension.

The Golden Lamp Master nodded faintly, his face revealing a subtle smile. He lightly stepped forward, gliding through the air and gracefully landing on the Dragon Spring.

"Excellent!"

"Truly fitting of Golden Lamp Master."

"A master of great style!"

As All Immortals watched the Golden Lamp Master's masterful demeanor, they cheered in support.

On Dragon Spring.

Zhang Yang saw 'Golden Lamp Master' approaching and did not dare to underestimate him.

Though he had just slain three of the Taoshan Swordsmen, each with the cultivation of the First Tribulation,

He couldn't shake off a feeling of strangeness.

While he considered his own strength formidable, claiming to instantly slay Three Swordsmen who were 'Ten Tribulations' True Immortals would be an exaggeration.

But, upon scanning with his Divine Sense and seeing the definite destruction of their bodies and Divine Souls,

Other things could be faked, but the Qi Mechanism of the Divine Soul couldn't.

Moreover, the Magic Artifacts carried by them were indeed Supreme and Quasi-supreme treasures.

Even if Taoshan was extravagantly wealthy, they would not use three 'Ten Tribulations' True Immortal lives and one Supreme plus two Quasi-supreme treasures just to set a trap to confound him.

Lost in thought,

He saw the 'Golden Lamp Master' approaching.

Unable to afford distraction, he offered his Magic Artifact in greeting.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In just a few exchanges,

He fiercely activated the Golden Ring, and smashed the Golden Body to smithereens.

Golden Lamp Master—

Dead!

...

Silence.

A dead stillness.

"This—"

"How is that possible?!"

The immortals on the North Shore were rendered speechless, the cheers from before long gone.

That was Golden Lamp Master!

A luminary within the Righteous Sects and among the Four Sects, ranking even higher than the Taoshan Twelve Swordsmen.

A man who roamed the world, vanquishing demons and monsters, claiming countless souls of demons at the levels of Nine Tribulations and Ten Tribulations.

To think he'd fall to Zhang Yang in just a few moves?!

Unbelievable!

It's just unbelievable!

Everyone held their breath.

Zhang Yang stood proudly above Dragon Spring, his face devoid of any expression, as though slaying the Golden Lamp Master was all within his expectations.

...

...

"Something's fishy!"

Zhang Yang's face was expressionless, but his heart leapt to his throat.

When things go against the norm, monsters are afoot!

He knew his own strength like the back of his hand—

To say that killing Chen Sigu and the other two was possible, but to claim that he killed the Golden Lamp Master within three clashes was as ludicrous as a lunatic's dream.

But before his eyes.

The Golden Lamp Master's Golden Body had shattered right before him, and his flesh had turned to dust without error. And then his Divine Soul was in pieces—

"The Golden Body is genuine."

"The flesh is real."

"There's also the aura of the Divine Soul—"

"It's real."

"Everything is real."

Zhang Yang felt even more bizarre inside.

Ever since he killed the second True Immortal, he had found it strange, and now that the Golden Lamp Master had also died by his hand, Zhang Yang felt increasingly uneasy.

Upon closer examination.

A flash of inspiration struck Zhang Yang's mind—

"The bamboo leaves!"

"It's the bamboo leaves!"

Zhang Yang's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly thought of an anomaly, "All four died with a green bamboo leaf shattering alongside them."

Those bamboo leaves were shattered by the Golden Ring.

No one else could have noticed.

Normal people wouldn't pay attention to these details.

But Zhang Yang, with his suspicions, missed no detail and thus made the discovery.

"Bamboo leaves."

"Bamboo leaves."

"Could it be—"

Zhang Yang pondered, contemplating a possibility.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's ears twitched, and his confusion and shock vanished, replaced by a slight jump of his brows. If Lin Feng or Lin Ye were here, they would see that Zhang Yang was suppressing shock and elation.

But then, Zhang Yang.

With hands clasped behind him, he stood proudly above Dragon Spring.

Gazing indifferently at the immortals of the North Shore, his white hair billowing, he called out, "Who dares fight me?!"

...

"Such poise!"

"Truly worthy of being the 'White-haired Thunder God'!"

"Who would have thought he was so profoundly concealed, now the Taoshan Four Sects have suffered a great loss."

"Ha ha."

The immortals and demons of the South Shore watched as Zhang Yang looked down on All Living Beings.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere suddenly soared to the peak.

Ordinary True Immortals didn't care about the strangeness.

All they knew was that facing the powerful Taoshan Four Sects, their side had suddenly gained a top-notch powerhouse. This could tilt the balance of victory, which was undeniably advantageous to them.

How could they not cheer?

Looking at the South Shore.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Some were sad, some were afraid.

And some were angry.

Amidst the clamor from both shores, Zhang Yang's mouth spared no one as he laughed towards the South Shore, "Taoshan Snow Ridge, what a disappointment, I can slay with a flick of my hand, no need for my master to take action!"

Qin Fan, hearing this, felt his spirits soar with pride.

This was intolerable!

Inside the formation of Great Xumi Mountain, the Four Great Divine Monks' Vajra eyes blazed with fury, and 'Jifa Master,' who was as famous as the Golden Lamp Master, leaped onto Dragon Spring and glared at Zhang Yang, bellowing, "Old demon Zhang Yang, do you dare fight with me?"

Zhang Yang hadn't even spoken when a scoff came from behind: "Brother Zhang has slain four, even a mortal butcher needs a rest after killing four pigs. You bald donkey, really know how to take advantage!"

Zhang Yang turned to look.

A figure whipped up a black wind, rising into the sky and landing on Dragon Spring.

Standing over twelve feet tall, wielding a mace, it was the top demon of the Southern Border, the 'Black Mountain Ancestor.'

"It turns out to be Brother Black Mountain."

Zhang Yang slightly bowed in greeting, a cursory acknowledgment, but then waved his hand, "Jifa is but a trivial matter for me to handle, thanks for your kind intentions, Brother Black Mountain."

"The True Immortals of the Four Sects, all just embroidered pillows."

"I, Black Mountain, have once fought Zhang Yang to a draw."

"This Jifa bald donkey and the Golden Lamp bald donkey are of similar strength. I was about to take the old bald donkey's head and elevate the prestige of Black Mountain!"

Black Mountain Ancestor had his calculations, eager to make a name and to snatch the magic treasures of Jifa Master.

He leaped out impatiently, and seeing Zhang Yang's words, was unwilling to comply, saying only, "Brother Zhang should not underestimate me. Watch as Black Mountain takes the bald donkey's head right now!"

With that said.

Without waiting for Zhang Yang to respond.

He charged forward, immediately engaging Jifa Master in battle.

"You wicked demon, how dare you shine so brightly?!"

But Jifa Master truly lived up to his reputation.

Refined through Buddha's law.

His body was mighty.

Immense strength.

Within just a few exchanges, he struck a blow to Black Mountain Ancestor's chest, directly killing his Primordial Spirit and scattering his Mana.

"Ah!"

But heard Black Mountain Ancestor scream, dead on the spot.

Reverting to his true form, it turned out to be a black tiger that had attained the Dao.

The mountain-like corpse of the black tiger lay across Dragon Spring, causing the immortals of the South Shore's eyes to bulge.

All were stunned.

Especially those Loose Immortals and demons who had been moved to fight for fame but were preempted by Black Mountain Ancestor, felt a chill in their hearts.

A cold sweat broke out on their backs, still shaken.

And they were bewildered—

Why could Zhang Yang slaughter the Golden Lamp Master, but the Black Mountain Ancestor was instantly killed by Jifa Master?!

"Amitabha Buddha."

But Jifa Master paid no mind, pressing his palms together, and collecting the corpse of the black tiger.

Standing atop Dragon Spring, he swept his gaze over the people of the South Shore.

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