"Hall Master, you must take charge for us!"
A Martial Hall cultivator cried out in grief and rage.
Today had been a disaster. They had been slaughtered by Yang Cheng as easily as chickens and goats.
"End it here?"
Yang Cheng laughed. "You people of Divine Medicine Valley were shouting to kill me before. Now that you've kicked an iron plate, you want to say 'end it here'?"
"Spare when you can spare. Crown Prince of Great Zhou, you're still so young, why force things to such an extreme?"
Mo Qingxuan spoke.
Even as a Martial Sovereign, he felt a faint dread toward Yang Cheng. Otherwise, he wouldn't be wasting words—he would have directly struck to suppress him.
"I haven't forced things to the extreme."
Yang Cheng said, "Earlier, I gave Divine Medicine Valley a chance. If you handed me the Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill, everything would have been wiped clean."
"But now you've committed an even greater mistake. So it's Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill plus Black Tiger Furnace. Hand them over, and I'll walk away."
Mo Qingxuan's face darkened. "Crown Prince Yang, I've already given you face. It seems you take my tolerance as fear, daring to push inch by inch."
"Since that's the case, then even if it means offending Great Zhou, I must kill you here."
As he spoke, he swept his sleeve.
Buzz!
A sword flew out from his robe, hanging in the center above Divine Medicine Valley.
"Sword Ruins!"
Mo Qingxuan roared.
Buzz!
In an instant, shadows spread across the valley.
It was a sword secret realm controlled by Divine Medicine Valley.
Buried within were countless ancient sword cultivators. The sword qi they left behind held terrifying power.
Everyone could now see the shadow above, filled with countless streaks of sword qi.
"With the Sword Ruins released, even an ordinary Martial Sovereign cannot endure."
Divine Medicine Valley's people rejoiced. With such a killing move unleashed, they believed Yang Cheng couldn't possibly resist.
"Sword Ruins."
Yang Cheng's gaze flickered.
In his memory, the Sword Ruins of Divine Medicine Valley were famous. In the future, it could even slay True Gods.
But this current Sword Ruins clearly did not have that level of power.
Within were many ancient sword cultivators.
Though they had died, their sword qi remained.
Yet right now, the truly powerful sword qi had not awakened.
What appeared were only the weaker remnants.
"Crown Prince Yang, do you still intend to resist?"
Mo Qingxuan said coldly.
Gu Mingchuan and the others were so terrified their minds went blank.
To them, the Sword Ruins were like an entire world of swords.
How could a person fight against a world?
In their view, even if a ten-thousand-man army marched here, it would be obliterated by the Sword Ruins.
"If it were the Sword Ruins at full strength, then I would indeed have no way to resist."
Yang Cheng said calmly, "But this Sword Ruins of yours has revived less than one-tenth of its total sword qi. If you think that's enough to suppress me, you're far from it."
"Arrogant."
Mo Qingxuan sneered. "You'd best think carefully before deciding. Once the Sword Ruins descend, no matter how great your talent, you can only die."
Murong Yun's face went pale. "Crown Prince Yang, with your status and potential, as long as you're willing to join Divine Medicine Valley, they definitely won't kill you."
"The power of the Sword Ruins is no exaggeration—it once truly slew a Sea Monster Sovereign."
Mo Qingxuan glanced at Murong Yun, then laughed. "Just as she said. Crown Prince Yang, as long as you're willing to join Divine Medicine Valley, we will not kill you."
But afterwards, he would plant a spiritual brand in Yang Cheng's sea of consciousness.
By then, Yang Cheng would be under his control.
To control the Crown Prince of Great Zhou—the benefits were unimaginable.
Especially if Yang Cheng ascended the throne in the future. Then Great Zhou itself would be under his palm.
Just the thought made his heart burn.
Perhaps at that point, he wouldn't even need to rely on Divine Medicine Valley.
Great Zhou's resources were no weaker than Divine Medicine Valley's.
In fact, aside from pills, in every other respect Great Zhou far surpassed Divine Medicine Valley.
"It should be you who immediately submits to me. If you do, perhaps I'll spare you."
Yang Cheng's voice was indifferent.
Yang Cheng said,
"Arrogant words."
Mo Qingxuan's gaze turned cold. "It seems unless I let you taste the might of the Sword Ruins, you won't give up."
He decisively urged the Sword Ruins.
That vast shadow of the secret realm pressed down toward Yang Cheng.
The terrifying might cracked and sank the ground around him.
Mo Qingxuan slowly floated into the air, overlooking Yang Cheng. "Crown Prince Yang, I'll give you one last chance—surrender, or die!"
Countless people were crushed flat against the ground, trembling all over.
And what they bore was only the aftershock. None could imagine how terrifying the pressure was on Yang Cheng, who was directly targeted by the Sword Ruins.
"It seems you still don't understand."
Yang Cheng shook his head. "Every word I've spoken has been fulfilled. The one who failed to seize the chance was your Divine Medicine Valley, not me."
"Stubborn fool."
Mo Qingxuan lost all patience.
Controlling Yang Cheng, and through him controlling Great Zhou, was tempting.
But more than that, he feared Yang Cheng couldn't be controlled.
Yang Cheng gave off an ominous, dangerous feeling.
Since Yang Cheng refused to surrender, he had no choice but to kill him swiftly, to prevent any unexpected turn.
Without hesitation, he pointed at Yang Cheng. "Kill."
Buzz!
In an instant, endless sword qi erupted.
In the blink of an eye, the area where Yang Cheng stood was engulfed and turned into ruins.
Fortunately, Murong Yun and Gu Mingchuan had retreated far earlier. Otherwise, they would have been killed instantly.
Both Murong Yun and Gu Mingchuan looked tense and pale.
Could Yang Cheng really withstand such a terrifying strike?
"Hmph. This is the price of opposing Divine Medicine Valley."
The elders of the valley sneered, feeling pleased.
Yet within the endless sword qi—
Yang Cheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
A faint blood-red glow surrounded him, keeping the sword qi at bay.
It was the Shura Sword Domain.
Then, he swung his sword. "Northern Sea Sword Codex, Seventh Form—Migrates to the Southern Sea!"
An unimaginable sword force surged forth.
Everyone saw a massive sword qi like a giant Roc soaring into the heavens.
Heaven and earth lost their color. Sun and moon lost their light.
In everyone's eyes, only this one sword remained.
The countless, surging sword qi aimed at Yang Cheng was ripped apart by this single slash.
Even the clouds above the sky were split, leaving a chasm-like crack stretching across.
"What?"
The people of Divine Medicine Valley were shocked.
They had all believed Yang Cheng was doomed.
Yet he unleashed such a terrifying sword.
That was the Sword Ruins!
Who would have thought even the sword qi from the Sword Ruins could be severed by him.
"How could this be!"
Mo Qingxuan also found it unbelievable.
Even as a second rank Martial Sovereign, he himself wasn't confident in resisting a strike from the Sword Ruins.
How did Yang Cheng manage it?
"Nothing is impossible."
Yang Cheng said, "The sword qi of the Sword Ruins may look vast, but its power is dispersed. Breaking this strike isn't as difficult as you imagine."
Mo Qingxuan's face turned ugly.
He, a mighty Martial Sovereign, was being lectured by this youth?
"Stop putting on airs."
He coldly said, "Crown Prince Yang, so you could block one strike from the Sword Ruins. Can you block a second? Perhaps that last sword of yours has already drained your qi."
"And the weaker a person becomes, the more they bluff."