Chapter 1551: 狂暴

"That voice, could it be...?" Everyone turned their heads, looking around for the source of the sound. A god-like, immortal figure, and a name that had long become legendary, appeared in everyone's minds.

"Yin Yang... Sword Master..." True Person Qing Xuan uttered with difficulty, a sudden glimmer of hope in his eyes. But remembering Yun Che's terrifying power, that hope immediately dimmed by several points.

They had all witnessed the Yin Yang Sword Master's power; in the Eastern Divine Region, he was undeniably invincible. However, Yun Che's strength was simply too formidable. To their knowledge, even the Yin Yang Sword Master would likely be no match for him. Unless...

Who exactly was Yun Che, and why had he come here? Was the Eastern Divine Region truly destined to fall under his heel from now on?

Yun Che remained unmoved by the appearance of the voice. "You've finally decided to show yourself," he said coldly.

"Yun Che," the voice, not old but filled with profound weariness, sighed, "Our nine sects have no grudge against you, so why do you press us so relentlessly? If you insist on acting against the natural order, even if no one destroys you, Heaven itself will punish you... Cease your actions."

"Heaven... will punish me?" Yun Che laughed. While such words might instill caution or fear in others, to him, they were a joke beyond laughable. He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing northward, his voice deep as an abyss: "Get out here."

At that moment, a figure appeared in the northern sky. It was a middle-aged man, clad in plain, spotless robes, with a broad sword strapped to his back. In the Northern Divine Region, where dark profound energy was the primary power and gloom was the dominant color, the sword he carried glowed a pure white.

"The Yin Yang Sword Master... It's the Yin Yang Sword Master!" Earth-shattering cries erupted like a storm. The name reverberating through the air was that of the Eastern Divine Region's foremost expert!

The Yin Yang Sword Master, current master of the Yin Yang Sword Domain, the leading sect among the nine major sects of the Eastern Divine Region, was indeed the undisputed and unshakeable number one figure in the Eastern Divine Region.

Everyone had been certain he wouldn't be present today, and rumors even suggested he had been in seclusion recently. Yet, he had appeared in person. It was highly likely he had been concealed nearby from the very beginning.

Facing the Eastern Divine Region's top expert, Yun Che slowly extended a finger. "You have one chance: surrender, or die!"

Yun Che's words caused the previously fervent murmurs to suddenly cool. The Yin Yang Sword Master was indeed incomparably powerful; if he had appeared from the start, no one would have believed Yun Che could defeat him. However, having personally witnessed Yun Che's almost demonic power, they couldn't help but consider a terrifying possibility... that even the Yin Yang Sword Master might not be his match. And facing the Yin Yang Sword Master, Yun Che's demeanor remained unchanged from before.

"It seems further talk is futile." The Yin Yang Sword Master raised his arm, gripping his sword hilt. The pure white greatsword rose silently. Without any visible movement from him, dozens of yards of dark sword aura shot forth from its tip.

Simultaneously, air currents, space, and even vision suddenly distorted. Everyone clearly felt that the trembling space, previously silent, now seemed to contain billions of invisible swords. With but a thought, these swords could obliterate all living beings, even the entire world. The dark sword might that instantly enveloped the heavens and earth caused all profound practitioners to hold their breath, and the Divine Kings of the eight major sects collectively blanched.

"This... this is..." Being from the same Eastern Divine Region and members of the same nine major sects, they understood the Yin Yang Sword Master best. Yet, the sword might before them far surpassed their understanding. Immediately, they suddenly recalled a certain rumor, and their expressions changed once more.

"Could it be that the Yin Yang Sword Master has achieved a breakthrough!?" "Divine King Realm... Level Ten!" Lord Yan Xing shouted in excitement. Their eyes, which had been filled with fear and despair, suddenly emitted a brilliant light.

The Yin Yang Sword Master's breakthrough was not merely the creation of a new myth in the Eastern Divine Region; it was also a dazzling, infinitely greater hope in the face of their current crisis! A Level Ten Divine King was only one step away from the Divine Sovereign Realm! There was no reason he wouldn't be able to subdue Yun Che, who dared to trample the Eastern Divine Region!

At this moment, feeling the peak sword might from the Yin Yang Sword Master, the Divine Kings sprawled on the ground were almost moved to tears. This myth-making breakthrough felt like divine providence, a salvation granted to them.

"Had I not achieved this breakthrough, I surely wouldn't be your opponent," the Yin Yang Sword Master said slowly. As he spoke, the dark sword might enveloping the heavens and earth silently shifted, seemingly ready to utterly crush Yun Che at any moment. "It seems this is also Heaven's will."

"Heh, just you?" Yun Che's expression was blank. "It seems you've chosen 'death'!"

"Alone, perhaps defeating you would be easy, but keeping you here would be difficult," the Yin Yang Sword Master said slowly, each word heavy as a mountain, leaving no room for doubt. "Your nature is vicious and you are too young. If you were to escape, the future troubles would be boundless. Therefore, I invited another fellow Daoist to join me."

Another... fellow Daoist? The Yin Yang Sword Master's words caused everyone to freeze in unison. Only Ming Xiao had a flash of rather excited light in his eyes.

At that moment, the eastern sky suddenly darkened. Countless floating profound boats and profound ships seemed to be crushed by ten thousand mountains, abruptly sinking. A colossal, sky-obscuring black shadow slowly flew into view. In an instant, the entire firmament seemed to press down violently, causing chests to feel heavy and about to burst.

"Ming... Ming Peng!" They looked up at the sky, utterly astonished. The colossal black shadow that obscured the firmament, those enormous black wings spanning dozens of miles, were undeniably those of a Ming Peng!

The Ming Peng clan was known to everyone in the Eastern Divine Region. However, none of them, not even the various sect masters or grand elders, had ever seen a Ming Peng's true form this massive—up to a hundred miles long!

Even more terrifying was the world-overwhelming pressure, which was in no way inferior to the Yin Yang Sword Master's dark sword might!

At the summit of Cold Bloom Peak, facing the sky-obscuring black shadow, Ming Xiao knelt heavily, bowing his head in kowtow. His clear roar reached everyone's ears: "Unworthy descendant Ming Xiao respectfully greets the Old Ancestor!"

At the utterance of "Old Ancestor," all the startled profound practitioners instantly gaped, as if they had heard the voice of a ghost or god.

"Ming... Ming Peng Old Ancestor!?" An unknown number of people trembled as they spoke.

Ming Pengs had lifespans far longer than humans, which was a significant reason for the Ming Peng clan's long-standing prosperity. And for a very, very long time, there had been rumors that the Ming Peng Old Ancestor was actually still alive... but rumors were just rumors, and few truly investigated or believed them.

But today, as the nine great sects faced an unprecedented calamity, they personally witnessed the hundred-mile-long Ming Peng and heard Ming Xiao kneel and call out "Old Ancestor." The Ming Peng Old Ancestor truly hadn't died, and this terrifying pressure, in no way inferior to the Yin Yang Sword Master's, proved that his strength was also that of a Level Ten Divine King!

Moreover, it was very likely he was a Level Ten Divine King even superior to the Yin Yang Sword Master! This meant that, even before the Yin Yang Sword Master, a Level Ten Divine King had already existed in the Eastern Divine Region! He had merely lived in seclusion to cultivate, becoming the guardian ancestor of the Ming Peng clan... In reality, he was the true number one figure in the Eastern Divine Region, and its first Level Ten Divine King!

And clearly, the Yin Yang Sword Master had always known of the Ming Peng Old Ancestor's existence and shared a deep friendship with him.

Grand Elder Crying Soul, Pavilion Master Broken Moon, Lord Yan Xing, Poison Lord Blood Hand, Sect Master Black Fiend, Demon Lord Yaksha, True Person Qing Xuan... all of them stood stunned, then exerted themselves to bow, calling out with a mixture of excitement and awe, "We respectfully welcome the Ming Peng Old Ancestor."

The atmosphere had changed again, completely and utterly. They had watched Yun Che be sealed into the Grand Yin Ghost Cauldron, watched him mercilessly trample the seven Divine Kings like mere dogs. Yet, in the blink of an eye, the Yin Yang Sword Master, who had broken through to Level Ten Divine King, appeared, and simultaneously, a terrifying figure, long hidden from the world, emerged.

The Yin Yang Sword Master, the Ming Peng Old Ancestor... two Level Ten Divine Kings!

Sword auras slammed into Yun Che's body. Each strike caused a hundred-yard-tall burst of white or black light. Yun Che's expression remained unchanged, but his protective profound energy clearly began to twist and churn, then developed increasingly severe indentations and cracks.

The sect masters and grand elders of the eight sects were blown far away by the residual sword energy. As they felt the sword might emanating from the Yin Yang Sword Master, their hearts were awash with surging waves... This was a Level Ten Divine King, the peak power of a Divine King, second only to a half-step Divine Sovereign!

*Rip!* With an incomparably jarring tear, Yun Che's protective profound energy finally shattered. A sword aura grazed past his ear, severing several strands of his dark hair.

Simultaneously, the sky suddenly changed, as if winds were overturning clouds. The Ming Peng Old Ancestor moved. His pair of colossal wings, spanning a hundred miles when combined, violently flapped downwards. Instantly, a dark storm descended from the heavens, enveloping Yun Che, who was already completely suppressed by the sword energy, light, and aura.

In an instant, the space around Yun Che transformed into a pitch-black vortex.

"Senior Yun!" Dongfang Hanwei screamed, her heart and soul trembling with fright.

"Ha... haha!" True Person Qing Xuan's eyes widened as he laughed maniacally, venting his emotions. "Die! This is what happens when you offend my nine sects!"

*Boom!* Before True Person Qing Xuan's roar faded, a sky-piercing burst of fire suddenly erupted from within the black vortex. The fiery light tore through the dark wind vortex, and amidst gasps of astonishment, Yun Che, engulfed in flames, shot into the sky, rushing straight towards the Yin Yang Sword Master. Using his palm as a sword, a Heavenly Wolf's silhouette charged towards the Yin Yang Sword Master with an earth-shattering roar.

"Good!" The Yin Yang Sword Master's expression remained impassive. He neither dodged nor retreated. The "Yin Yang Sword" in his hand shifted from pale to pitch-black. A subtle black blur flashed, unleashing thousands of dark rays that progressively weakened the Heavenly Wolf's silhouette. By the time it approached him, less than thirty percent of its power remained, and it was severed by a single swing of the Yin Yang Sword, its wolf-might dissipating.

As Yun Che made his move, the sky darkened once more, and the Ming Peng Old Ancestor's colossal wings descended for a second time... But this time, a moment of absolute darkness suddenly enveloped the heavens and earth. A hundred-mile-wide dark hurricane descended from the sky, rapidly contracting as it fell, until it transformed into a pitch-black wind blade only a hundred yards long, sweeping towards Yun Che like lightning.

A dark wind blade formed from a hundred-mile hurricane—it was unimaginable how this was achieved, and even more unimaginable what terrifying power it contained. It was likely enough to instantly cleave a ten-thousand-mile sky.

Yun Che was severely suppressed by the Yin Yang Sword Master's might, and having just attacked, his follow-up strength was difficult to muster. To anyone, it seemed impossible for him to dodge.

As the dark wind blade approached, Yun Che's eyes narrowed. His body slightly turned, and crimson flames burst forth from him. He rose into the sky with "Phoenix Wing Sky Breaker," forcibly tearing through the dual pressure from the Yin Yang Sword Master and the Ming Peng Old Ancestor.

*Tear!* The wind blade pierced through, leaving a pitch-black spatial crack at the location where Yun Che had been a split second before. The dark spatial rift continued to spread with the wind blade, extending to the horizon beyond sight, seemingly truly having cleaved the very firmament.

"Well dodged." From above, the Ming Peng Old Ancestor's voice, seemingly appreciative yet astonished, resonated: "To be able to forcibly break free from the suppression of both of us, you are indeed quite remarkable. Unfortunately, you won't get a second chance at the same opportunity."

Based on their previous observations from afar and the few exchanges just now, they had largely gauged the limits of Yun Che's strength.

The Yin Yang Sword Master pointed his sword at Yun Che, saying with a hint of regret, "If you were merely a passerby, you would be an exciting and excellent opponent. But unfortunately, you are arrogant and unrestrained, destined to be a mortal enemy. I can only ensure you remain here forever."

Facing two Level Ten Divine Kings, Yun Che appeared unharmed, but everyone could see he was at a clear disadvantage. Even his escape from the Ming Peng Old Ancestor's destructive wind blade moments ago seemed largely due to luck.

Facing the Yin Yang Sword Master and the Ming Peng Old Ancestor, who had clearly decided and were supremely confident in killing him here, Yun Che's expression finally showed a slight change... A corner of his mouth twitched, forming an incredibly mocking arc.

The Evil God's Realm, long sealed, silently opened at this moment.

"Heaven... Slaying!" *Rumble!* Like a muffled thunderclap, the lifeless profound energy within Yun Che instantly swelled and surged wildly, turning into a shocking crimson, then blending with the dark profound energy swirling around him to become a deep reddish-black.

The mere instantaneous eruption of profound energy was like a billion-ton hammer violently striking the Yin Yang Sword Master and the Ming Peng Old Ancestor. Their entire bodies trembled violently. Feeling Yun Che's abruptly changing aura, their former composure instantly morphed into a nightmare-like terror, their bulging eyes nearly bursting.

"Wh-what!?"