Chapter 214

Chapter 214: The Change of All Things

The terrifying Holy Might surged, causing the mountains to tremble, on the brink of collapse.

Even if this power did not originate from a true Saint, the Holy Power behind it was still fearsome enough to destroy the Infinite Forbidden Phoenix Technique with ease—a testament to its overwhelming strength.

Zhang Yang locked eyes with the Seventh Prince, releasing that dreadful Holy Might, crushing down relentlessly.

This was an unseen pressure.

Boom!

The void ahead exploded entirely.

The Seventh Prince’s expression changed drastically. Astonished, he asked, “What exactly have you achieved?”

Even the mere presence of Holy Might made him feel deeply oppressed. He had to focus all his energy just to withstand it.

With Zhang Yang’s gaze locked onto him, Ye Kuanglan’s dire situation suddenly eased.

The stubborn sword path master threw his head back and laughed toward the heavens. Though injured, he remained unyielding. Even when facing Phoenix Woman Mu Lin’er, he stood proud in his sword path.

His sword was still sharp.

He struck first.

This was Ye Kuanglan.

The eternally proud swordsman.

Phoenix Woman Mu Lin’er furiously exclaimed, “How dare you provoke me, even in such a wounded state? I will kill you!”

She surged forward, engulfed in flames, her might terrifying. She was an undeniable super genius, fully capable of rivaling Ye Kuanglan at his peak.

At this moment, only Yuluan remained, facing the three hundred Sun Warriors alone.

“The feeling of being looked down upon is truly unpleasant.”

Yuluan stepped toward the Sun Warriors, her voice unwavering.

“So, I’ve decided to slaughter all of you. Let your blood stain this land so the world knows that I, Yuluan, am the Dragon Girl Battle God!”

As her last words echoed—

She charged.

Bang!

Puh!

The truly enraged Yuluan was a force to be feared.

She crashed into the Sun Warriors, her Golden Dragon Shield smashing into two of them. Their ribcages shattered in midair—they were dead before they hit the ground.

Her Radiant Divine Sword swept forward, piercing through the neck of another Sun Warrior, skewering him completely.

With one strike—she killed three.

She charged like a mother tiger into a flock of sheep. A complete massacre.

The Sun Warriors were undoubtedly strong, but the Yuluan they faced now had transformed into a super genius—her combat power so abnormal that even she herself had not fully grasped its limits.

Thus—

She rampaged and slaughtered.

She attacked four times in a row, leaving behind more than a hundred corpses, carving a bloody cross into the battlefield.

The Sun Warriors had no chance to regroup, no time to counterattack.

Fast. Ruthless.

She did not need martial arts techniques—only two moves were enough.

The air filled with the sound of screams, igniting the fury of Phoenix Woman Mu Lin’er.

These were her warriors.

They represented her strongest power.

She had trained them for years, and if they were all slain, it wouldn’t just be a disgrace—it would be a tremendous loss.

She wanted to retaliate, to turn the tide—but Ye Kuanglan’s sword danced fiercely.

His blade moved like the wind, like fire, like thunder, sealing off all her escape routes.

She had no choice but to fight him head-on.

"You deserve to die!"

Mu Lin’er seethed with rage, unleashing her Killer Move, determined to end Ye Kuanglan’s life.

Badly injured, Ye Kuanglan snorted coldly, refusing to retreat.

He swung his sword again and again, each strike worsening his wounds—but each strike also making his blade sharper, faster, stronger.

He was breaking through.

Mu Lin’er’s fury only grew.

Was she nothing more than a whetstone for his sword?

Consumed by rage, she transformed—becoming a Daybreak Phoenix Luan—and launched a frenzied assault.

For a moment, the two were evenly matched.

Yet—

In that brief span of time, Yuluan had already slaughtered nearly a hundred Sun Warriors.

From three hundred, fewer than ninety remained.

She was like a goddess of slaughter, instilling fear in the Sun Warriors.

They trembled.

They retreated.

They were too afraid to continue fighting.

“Run? That’s impossible! You all must die.”

Yuluan suddenly thrust her sword into the ground.

A Dragon’s Roar erupted.

From the point where her sword pierced the earth, beams of light shot up from underground, transforming into chi dragons that surged in all directions, engulfing the remaining Sun Warriors.

With a single strike—she annihilated them all.

Yuluan straightened, gripping her sword. She had no opponent left. Now, their side was outnumbered three to two.

"Am I late?"

A soft voice echoed.

By the time the first “I” was spoken, the final “late” was already ringing in their ears.

A graceful yet commanding figure appeared.

A beautiful girl.

Yet, the instant she arrived, the atmosphere grew oppressive. The overwhelming forces from the two ongoing duels seemed stifled, unable to extend beyond their reach.

"Yaoruoxian!"

Yuluan spoke coldly.

She had seen Yaoruoxian once before—during Zhang Yang’s first battle with her. Even then, she had caught a glimpse of Yaoruoxian’s breathtaking beauty.

A woman more stunning than an ethereal fairy—stronger than any demon.

"So, you are Yuluan," Yaoruoxian mused, arrogance radiating from her as she gazed down at Yuluan. "How do you want to die? I can accommodate you."

"Go die!"

Yuluan roared, unleashing the power of her dragon horns and charging forward.

She wanted this fight.

Only by defeating Yaoruoxian could she prove herself—a genius worthy of the Battle God title.

Their clash was instant and ferocious.

For a moment, the battlefield split into three pairs.

Two fights were locked in deadly stalemates.

Only one was overwhelmingly one-sided.

That was Zhang Yang against the Seventh Prince.

They did not need to exchange blows directly. The sheer force of Holy Might, combined with Zhang Yang’s oppressive presence as he stepped forward, was like a holy mountain descending from the heavens. The ground within a hundred meters cracked beneath the pressure, forcing the Seventh Prince to retreat.

He snorted coldly.

After his previous defeat—when he had been overpowered by Quasi-Holy Power—he had re-evaluated Zhang Yang. But despite his efforts, he found himself at a disadvantage once again.

It drove him into a frenzy.

"Roar~~!"

Throwing his head back, he roared, his body enveloped in swirling black light that flared into raging black flames.

A deep, rhythmic thump echoed from within him.

The Heart of Annihilation had been unleashed.

Since his last experience with Reincarnation Within, his Heart of Annihilation had evolved. No longer dormant, it had been refined through countless battles—now, it could be used in combat.

Rather than attacking outright, the Seventh Prince stood his ground, channeling its power. The sound of his heartbeat resonated like the beating of war drums, rippling through the heavens and earth. The surrounding void quivered, and a surge of dark power spread out to counteract Holy Might.

For a fleeting moment—he resisted.

Then, the Holy Might detonated.

It was Zhang Yang’s doing—he was going for the kill.

Fully unleashing his Diamond Dragon Holy Power, Zhang Yang struck.

It was as if a furious Diamond Dragon had torn through void and earth, shredding apart the forces drawn from the Heart of Annihilation.

The Seventh Prince snarled, his rage ignited.

"Then let me show you the ultimate killing technique I learned from the Heavenly Tribulations and the Ghost Path!"

"Everything changes!"

He leaped forward—

And transformed.

His body shifted, morphing into a black beast resembling a cat.

The Nine-Lives Sacred Cat!

A legendary invincible beast, born of holiness, appearing only once in a millennium after Eternal Night.

Then, he vanished.

And split into nine forms.

Each cat form transformed again.

One became a black Golden Crow.

Another turned into a black divine tiger.

One took the shape of a giant forged from dark earth.

Another transformed into a fearsome ghost sword.

The remaining five disappeared into the void, concealed—yet all rushing toward Zhang Yang in unison.

The most terrifying aspect?

Each form retained its full power. None had weakened from the split.