Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Arrival of the Heroes

Zhang Yang had once declared: "In the same realm, I am invincible in this world!"

That was his bold proclamation.

He had always known that in this vast world, countless talents emerged continuously. Even if he could dominate his generation in the Southern Region, that alone did not mean he could sweep away every genius across the broader world.

However, it did mean that within his own realm, he was truly unparalleled. To dominate the Southern Region required him to challenge and defeat those even stronger than himself, let alone those on equal footing.

Now, atop the Heavenly Reaching Mountain, every opponent who dared face him was of a lower realm.

This feeling of absolute suppression thrilled him.

He reveled in overpowering the weak.

Even mocking the killing intent of the Supreme Emperor was, to him, no more than a casual slap.

So how could these so-called saints and Great Boundless cultivators possibly resist his full eruption?

The Slaughter Sacred Thunder tore through them unilaterally.

The saints wailed in agony.

The Great Boundless figures howled in despair.

Their soaring bodies crashed lifelessly to the ground.

All the Great Boundless figures were annihilated, even those who stood on the verge of attaining a Holy Body, even the seven who wielded holy weapons. None could resist. They were simply erased.

It was a one-sided massacre.

The eight great saints fared no better.

One by one, they fell, crying out in despair as the final dregs of their life drained away. They lay broken, dying.

“I refuse to accept this! How could I die at the hands of an ant? I will not rest in peace!”

“Ahhh! Even in death, I’ll drag you with me!”

“Supreme Emperor Ancestor, why?! Why didn’t you tell us of the danger hidden in the Heavenly Reaching Mountain?!”

“This place suppresses our realms, leaving us inferior to Zhang Yang. We possess the strength of saints, yet we cannot utilize it at all. We cannot die without closure!”

Driven mad by despair, they all descended into insanity before death claimed them.

Yet death still came.

The destructive power of the Slaughter Sacred Thunder was too overwhelming. Even those with Holy Bodies, full of vitality and equipped with countless means to prolong their lives, found themselves utterly powerless to resist.

In this manner, the Ten Great Sages and hundred figures of Great Boundless dispatched by the Taixu Dynasty were reduced to merely two surviving saints in the blink of an eye, the rest were annihilated.

Zhang Yang gasped for breath, exhilarated and wild with triumph.

His excitement stemmed from the realization that the Slaughter Thunder Saint Power at Great Perfection was nearly a cheat-like force.

With unrestrained fury, he had slain eight saints and over a hundred Great Boundless figures.

This battle alone was enough to shake the vast world.

He took deep, steadying breaths. Starlight flowed into his body, accelerating his recovery.

Meanwhile, the two saints at the base of the mountain stood in stunned silence, gazing skyward in utter disbelief. All their comrades, saints whose power could dominate entire regions had fallen. Dead?

In that moment of mental vulnerability, Lie Qingshan arrived in a flash.

Though equally shocked, never imagining Zhang Yang could annihilate eight great saints, some of whom were of higher realms, Lie Qingshan recovered quickly due to prior preparation. His fists, infused with saintly laws, gleamed with celestial sharpness, erupting with holy power that moved faster than mortal perception.

However, these two saints, unaffected by the Heavenly Reaching Mountain’s suppression, proved formidable. With innate saintly instincts, they launched reflexive counterattacks.

Bang! Bang!

Lie Qingshan’s strikes revealed the difference in strength. One saint of equal level was blasted thousands of meters away, crashing into the stone below and carving a deep pit. The other, an entry-level saint, was knocked skyward toward the summit.

Zhang Yang struck like lightning. His movement, void-shattering and thrice the speed of sound, was a gift from the Divine Gold Holy Body, far surpassing the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers.

The airborne saint collided with the Heavenly Reaching Mountain, forming yet another pit as his realm was forcibly suppressed to the Eighth Level of Ascending to Heaven.

“Die!” Zhang Yang roared as his annihilating strike landed.

The saint retaliated in desperation, and Boom!

Yet Zhang Yang, invincible due to the mountain’s suppression and his own higher realm, shattered the space itself with a single punch, nearly obliterating the saint. There was no chance of survival.

Casually, Zhang Yang took the fallen saint’s holy weapon and storage bag, then returned to the mountaintop. With swift movements, he collected all remaining holy weapons, boundless artifacts, and storage bags.

Then he shouted into the sky, “Supreme Emperor, thank you for the holy weapons, the treasures, and the head of the saint!”

This roar pierced the sky, drawing a furious howl from the Supreme Emperor, who was still locked in fierce battle at the peak of the heavens. Realizing something had gone terribly wrong, he tried to act, but the relentless assault from the Headless Monk kept him from breaking away.

Below, the battle raged on.

Lie Qingshan now faced the last remaining saint.

Yaoruoxian, Demon Sword Yi, Tiger Howl Wind, and others burst forth into the fray.

Everyone found their opponents.

Yaoruoxian’s holy light surged as she launched a direct attack on Princess Jin Liuli.

Jin Liuli roared in fury as she fought back.

Demon Sword Yi clashed with Jin Zhihong.

Tiger Howl Wind faced eight Small Boundless experts from the Hunters’ Guild in single combat.

His brothers charged at elite fighters like Su Guanchao and Nie Bahuang.

The ten Thief Guards collided with the Great Boundless experts among the black wolf riders.

As both sides clashed, sparks flew and the battlefield lit up with violent energy.

However, the disparity in numbers was overwhelming.

The seductive beauty Jin Liuli shouted, “The army of a hundred thousand black wolf riders will slaughter you all!”

This army, comprised of elite black wolf riders, boasted formidable combat prowess. Under the command of their leader, they quickly began encircling their enemies, aiming to leverage their overwhelming numerical superiority.

Even though many of their peak combatants had fallen, they still held a decisive advantage.

This time, the Taixu Dynasty came not only with seriousness but with bloodthirst and ruthless intent.

On the battlefield, war banners fluttered, and the roar of battle shook the heavens, yet suddenly, the sound of bull horns drowned out even the howls of the black wolf riders.

That was the power of a boundless artifact.

Next came the neighing of horses, echoing through the sky.

A cavalry unit of thirty thousand, clad in shimmering gold, golden steeds, golden armor, golden spears, and golden helmets formed a golden sword that cleaved through the black wolf rider formation.

The voice of a dragon echoed across the battlefield:

“I am Yuegui Long, prince of the Cold Moon Dynasty, leading thirty thousand Golden Moon Riders to avenge the Golden Moon Saint!”

“Kill!”

He too wore golden armor, wielding a handleless crescent blade that whirled and flashed as he led the charge.

From within this golden army, someone suddenly burst forward, racing straight toward the black wolf rider commander, roaring:

“I, Gu Qianmu, will kill you!”

This was one of the Three Dukes of the Cold Moon Dynasty, saved by Zhang Yang back in Mo City—the founder of the Qianmu Guards, and the most renowned intelligence leader in the Western Desert.

And still, that wasn’t the end.

A long, resonant howl tore through the air as a terrifying Great Boundless Perfect Stage expert surged forward with a group of powerful followers.

It was Cold Thief Tian, disciple of Lie Qingshan, who had been tasked with establishing the Chasing Stars Holy Land on Star Tiger Mountain. Upon receiving the communication stone alert, he rushed to the battlefield with his team.

He charged headlong into the black wolf rider army, flinging thousands of them into the air with sheer force.

And even now, that still wasn’t the end.

On the ground, the black wolf riders clashed with the golden cavalry, when a dazzling light streaked across the sky, momentarily blinding everyone.

It was a sword—accompanied by the incredibly enchanting presence of Bing Yuyan, the renowned first beauty of the Southern Region. She had emerged from her seclusion and arrived on the battlefield.

She was the foremost Great Boundless expert of the Southern Region!

Having made significant progress during her retreat, her next attack far surpassed even Cold Thief Tian’s ferocity. Her strike swept through like a beautiful wind, cutting down swathes of black wolf riders.

Such overwhelming force made the fierce and domineering Jin Liuli’s heart race with dread. She realized a prolonged battle would be disadvantageous and roared, "Hunt the Dragon! Hunt the Tiger! Hunt the Moon! Charge up Heavenly Reaching Mountain and kill Zhang Yang!"

These were the top three elites of her Hunters’ Guild.

The trio immediately disengaged from their current opponents and sprinted toward Heavenly Reaching Mountain.

“Mo!”

Amidst the sound of bulls, a streak of azure light surged forward, sending Hunt Tiger flying through the air.

With gem-blue hair flowing in the wind and skin glowing with a radiant blue sheen, the young woman held a sword sparkling with holy brilliance, the Silver Dragon Holy Sword.

With one decisive strike, blood splattered.

Hunt Moon was slain.

She was the dragon girl, Yuluan.