Just when the black-robed man was about to chop down the sword.
His sword-swinging movement suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"Um?"
The black-robed man's body shook violently under his cloak, and he turned towards the distant sky with a serious expression.
A terrifying murderous intent that was enough to make him tremble with fear was locking onto him from that direction.
That is... the murderous intent of the Supreme Saint!
The next moment.
"call out!"
A streak of light streaked across the sky, tearing through the void at a speed that surpassed time and space, and came at an extremely fast speed.
Wherever the light passed, space collapsed. Even billions of miles away, an unmatched terrifying pressure had already descended.
“Plop!”
The black-robed man who had been so arrogant just now felt his legs soften under this pressure, and he knelt uncontrollably in the air, his body shaking violently.
"This... How is this possible? This is the pressure from the Holy Lord!"
His eyes beneath his cloak were filled with horror and fear.
The Holy Lord is the original saint and supreme saint certified by the Great Dao, also known as the Great Saint.
The black-robed man's voice trembled, and every word he uttered was filled with disbelief and fear.
"No! This is impossible! After the ancient war, the rules of this world are incomplete, the way of heaven is flawed, and there are no more saints in the world!"
He shook his head frantically, unable to accept this fact.
But the terrifying pressure that seemed to be able to crush his soul into powder was so real.
He couldn't figure out what was going on.
At the moment when his mind lost focus, the stream of light had crossed time and space and appeared before his eyes.
The light rapidly magnified in his frightened pupils.
The shadow of death instantly submerged his soul like a tide.
"No!"
The man in black robe felt the killing intent getting closer and closer, and his soul trembled in fear.
He wanted to resist, he wanted to burn his soul and escape, but he couldn't do it.
At this moment, he didn't even have the right to choose how to die.
"No! I don't want to die!"
"I have cultivated for millions of years to achieve what I have today! I will not resign myself to this!"
The man in black robe let out the most desperate and unwilling roar of his life.
“Puff!”
The roar stopped abruptly.
The glazed sword, carrying the murderous intent to annihilate everything, pierced through the black-robed man's heart.
A handful of boiling blood splashed out, and a strange blood flower bloomed in the void.
The man in black robe widened his eyes and lowered his head stiffly to look at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.
His body was quickly shattered by the extremely domineering sword intent and dissipated with the wind.
Only an illusory soul was left trembling in fear.
Mo Ji, Ouyang Chuchu, Ruoxi, Xiaodie, Xiao Wuhen, Zhuge Kong and other geniuses from the secret realm were all stunned by this sudden scene.
"What's the origin of that sword? It has such a terrifying pressure."
A genius muttered to himself with a trembling voice.
Ye Chen's gaze fell on the glazed sword that pierced the black-robed man's body.
He felt a familiar aura from the glass sword that was engraved deep into his soul.
"Qingcheng..."
The murderous intent in Ye Chen's eyes instantly turned into endless tenderness.
After a brief moment of shock, the black-robed man's soul suddenly reacted and tried to escape into the void.
Saints are immortal. Even if their physical body is cut off, as long as their soul is immortal, they still have a chance.
As long as you find a suitable body to possess, you can be reborn, or you can find natural treasures to reshape your body.
"Hmph!" Ye Chen snorted coldly.
"Want to escape? Not that easy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen's left hand, which had been behind his back, suddenly shook.
"Moment of Beauty, go!"
The pure white Epiphyllum in his palm turned into a ray of white light, spinning rapidly and flying towards the soul of the man in black robe.
"No!"
The black-robed man's soul felt the power of the Epiphyllum that was enough to destroy his soul, and his eyes were filled with fear.
That is the annihilation of the soul and spirit, which is a million times more terrifying than the destruction of the physical body. There is not even a chance of reincarnation.
"No, Ye Zhizun! Don't kill me, leave me a way to live!"
The black-robed man's soul uttered a desperate plea.
"Since you've become its lackey, you must be prepared to pay the price!"
Ye Chen's eyes were cold, without a trace of mercy.
That holy night-blooming cereus appeared in an instant like a white lightning that cuts through the eternal night.
It instantly hit the black-robed man's soul.
“Boom!”
The moment the night-blooming cereus hit the black-robed man's soul, it bloomed with brilliant white light.
The terrifying power swept across like a tsunami, causing the entire void to twist and tremble violently.
"ah……"
The black-robed man's soul couldn't even utter a complete scream, and there was only endless fear and despair on his twisted face.
The next second, his soul melted away bit by bit in the holy white light and completely returned to nothingness.
Reduced to ashes!
The terrifying energy aftermath crashed to the ground, and the Hongmeng Dao Mountain, which had already turned into ruins, was blasted into a bottomless pit.
“Cough… cough cough…”
Ye Chen's body shook violently and he staggered back two steps.
He couldn't help but cough violently, and a streak of glaring blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
The entire Bloody Secret Realm fell into deathly silence.
All the geniuses held their breath and stared blankly at the figure standing above the huge pit.
The next moment, thunderous cheers broke out.
"Win! Ye Sheng wins!"
"Ye Sheng defeated the Xiantian Saint with his own strength!"
"Too powerful! This is simply a miracle!"
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