One layer, broken.

The second floor is broken.

Three layers, broken!

The Zhou Tian Star Array was like a watermelon rind to the Dragon Slayer, easily peeled away layer by layer. Faced with such overwhelming power, all that remained was awe.

"This person? Where on earth did this person appear?"

Hu Changxiu and the cultivators of Xianlong Peak felt their hearts ache at this moment, for this was an array they had put a lot of effort into setting up!

Where did such a powerful cultivator come from?

"Dear host, he's here for you!"

Jia Xitong looked at Shang Yanting with a pale face. She still remembered the fear of being dominated by the dragon slayer.

"Don't be afraid."

Shang Yanting patted her head reassuringly, then leaped into the air and rushed out of the formation. "Who are you, senior? What grudge do I have against you?"

The dragon slayer stared at Shang Yanting, his nostrils flaring wildly.

"This rich dragon aura, hahaha. Little dragon, come with me!"

His eyes shone brightly as he took out a meter-long machete covered in bronze rust. His figure left afterimages in the air as he instantly appeared beside Shang Yanting.

As the cleaver fell, Shang Yanting met it with his longsword.

Sparks flew as their weapons clashed in mid-air, and the Dragon Slayer charged at Shang Yanting once more.

He had no special agility, only the most primitive chopping, slicing, picking, and slicing techniques, each strike aimed at decapitating Shang Yanting's clone. However, Shang Yanting was no longer the same young Shang from the original story; his martial arts cultivation had now reached the Martial Saint realm. The two clashed, exchanging blows, neither gaining the upper hand.

Shang Yanting frowned slightly, and the long sword in his hand became even heavier.

The dragon slayer in front of him was like a mad dog that had been starving for a long time and had just smelled meat. He became more and more frantic, and kept chanting "dragon dragon dragon"!

He became more and more excited as he fought.

The bronze-patterned cleaver slashed through Shang Yanting's body. The cleaver also had a blood-absorbing effect; after being stained with Shang Yanting's blood, it gradually became smooth, bright, and newer.

A machete specifically crafted for slaying dragons.

How could Shang Yanting not feel his blood being drained by this strange thing, causing the cleaver to grow stronger and stronger?

but……

Is this all the strength he has?

"Slaughtering dragons? That's just wishful thinking on your part."

Shang Yanting channeled his spiritual power, rising high into the air, his longsword striking downwards directly at the dragon slayer's head. The dragon slayer raised his blade to defend, and the two weapons clashed, unleashing a light even brighter than the sun.

The two faced off, and he increased the strength in his hand.

Breaking through the dragon slayer's spiritual power, the longsword pierced directly into his body from the top of his head.

*Pfft*

The dragon slayer was killed, and the killing and punishment were like bamboo skewers used to skewer sausages, turning the dragon slayer into a kebab.

The gap in strength.

Shang Yanting's black robe fluttered without wind as he reached out and grabbed the dragon slayer's cleaver, slowly descending.

Those who had come to witness the commotion had seen firsthand the power of this new Martial Saint. Those who had previously harbored a secret desire for Shang Yanting because of his dragon bloodline all fell silent.

How can I not be honest?

They never even played the game.

"Honey, dear host!"

Jia Xitong ran towards the descending man and caught him in her arms. The dragon slayer had died too quickly; she hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Shang Yanting hugged her and whispered, the stench of blood emanating from him irritating her nostrils.

“You’re covered in blood, and you still say you’re fine.”

Jia Xitong released him and checked his wounds.

"Dragon scales are impervious to blades and spears. That martial artist used a special weapon, which is why he was able to injure me so easily."

Shang Yanting took out the magical artifact he had just obtained from the dragon slayer.

There wasn't a trace of blood left on the blade, and the bronze had completely faded away. It just looked a little duller than an ordinary broadsword.

Shang Yanting stretched out his palm and gently ran the knife across it.

The seemingly blunt broadsword slid effortlessly across his palm. Blood didn't flow down; instead, it quickly spread from the blade to the body of the sword, clearly indicating that the blade had become sharper.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber?

Such an inappropriate thought popped into Jia Xitong's mind.

"Such a dangerous thing, let's destroy it." She narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice.

After all, only a fool would keep something that allows them to control themselves.

"There's no need to destroy it for now."

Shang Yanting's words immediately slapped her in the face, and she turned around and put the big knife away.

##

They are easily defeated.

In the original story, Shang Yanting was watching everything happening outside through the Heart-Seeking Mirror.

He coldly watched the dragon slayer slaughter in the mirror, his expression grim. He reached for the bowl of spiritual marrow and drank it all in one gulp, without even glancing at the stunningly beautiful demonic cultivator kneeling beside him, her hands cupping the bowl.

With each movement, his arms peeked out from his wide sleeves. His strong muscles were pockmarked, like wounds where flesh had been gouged out.

"Your Excellency."

Meiji, who was standing next to her, called out softly, but the next second she was silenced forever by Shang Yanting from the original story.

"Your Excellency!"

Dovian's voice came from outside the door.

She was given permission to enter, and only glanced at the corpse lying on the ground. Such servants were plentiful; soon the body was carried away, and new servants entered.

"Who are the martial arts practitioners who are still putting up a stubborn resistance?"

Shang Yanting looked at her.

"We have already conquered the two strongest martial arts cultivation forces at the Earth Rank, Dingtian Academy and Yimeng Academy. You have also killed two Martial Saint cultivators. Now, the only force still capable of putting up a last-ditch resistance is the Martial God Temple..."

The last wave of martial arts practitioners.

Shang Yanting chuckled lightly, thinking, "Let's see just how strong this last wave of forces really is."

##

"The Temple of the God of War has invited you?"

In the real world, the group of people who had just received an invitation were sitting together analyzing it.

The Temple of the Martial God has never concerned itself with the affairs of martial arts practitioners; they care more about the divine decrees bestowed by the Martial God. Jia Xitong and Shang Yanting had only met people from the Temple of the Martial God once, shortly after the establishment of Xianlong Peak, when they were searching for related heretics.

"Could it be that the people of the Martial God Temple covet the dragon bloodline of the host's kin?"

As the saying goes, one doesn't visit a temple without a reason.

The Temple of Martial God and Xianlong Peak had no prior connection, so their sudden arrival makes it hard not to suspect that they have ulterior motives.

"What's there to be afraid of? The Dean is now at the Martial Saint realm."

Niu Chuanchuan crossed his arms and said with considerable confidence.

The Martial Saint realm was the highest level of cultivation they knew of. Niu Niu's admiration for Shang Yanting grew daily, reaching its peak; he believed Shang Yanting was omnipotent.

"There are many immortal cultivators in the Temple of the Martial God."

Li Tuo, being more knowledgeable, said, "That is the place most revered and longed for by martial arts practitioners. It has existed for longer than any other force, and its strength cannot be estimated by ordinary means."