Chapter 0145

Chapter 145: Saint Slayers

Zhou Tong didn’t waste words. He lifted his hand and roared: “Heaven and Earth Manifestation.”

A giant fist fell from the sky with crushing weight and hit dead on. Zhou Tong flattened the Devil King.

Time flowed again.

The Devil King let out a true scream as his origin burned to nothing: “Aaaah!”

The Fused Demon King gasped in disbelief: “How is this possible? How did you push me this far?” They had planned so much. They shouldn’t have slipped.

But fate loves to twist the knife. Who would have thought the Imperial Capital would draw three Human Saints at once, and that a monster like Zhou Tong would appear out of nowhere to ruin their plan?

Zhou Tong looked down on him and said: “You failed because you made one simple mistake: you made me angry.”

The Fused Demon King’s body warped as he healed. He lost all reason and launched a crazy counterattack: “Child, how dare you brag before me!”

It was useless. Before Zhou Tong, it was only a pointless struggle.

Little White’s fist curved around the Devil King’s body and smashed into his avatar. The blow cut like an axe through rotten wood. Clear cracking sounds rang out. Lines spread across the fused avatar and split wider and wider.

The Devil King shrieked: “No, I am a Devil King… a Devil King!”

The avatar burst. The Fused Demon King’s body blew apart and split back into three Heavenly Kings. Like whipped dogs, they dragged their broken bodies and fled with all they had.

Voices rose from every side: “Don’t let them get away!”

Sword Saint and You Jing Feng moved to strike. They had paid a heavy price. No matter what, they had to keep these three Heavenly Kings here.

Zhou Tong stood between them with an easy smile: “No need to worry. They won’t escape.”

Right then, the rubble below exploded. A peerless aura burst out, wrapped in nine-colored light that sealed the sky and earth.

People froze, eyes wide. A fourth Human Saint.

Zhou Tong laughed: “Just in time. Better to arrive at the right moment than to arrive early.”

A stunning fairy-like woman stepped out of the ruins. With a wave of her hand, bands of colored radiance rose to cover the heavens and formed an absolute domain. Inside this domain, she could rule the life and death of all beings, even Saints.

Sword Saint and You Jing Feng stared: “It’s her?” Mu Rong Ya had only just stepped into the Saint realm earlier. She was strong, but not their match. How had she, in less than half a day, become stronger than them?

At that moment, the three Heavenly Kings were in deep trouble. The Glazed Divine Radiance closed every escape and kept shrinking, squeezing their space. They tried to force a way out, but the instant they touched the light, their bodies dissolved at high speed. They had no resistance.

Before the crowd’s shocked eyes, the three Heavenly Kings were sealed inside a colorful orb. The orb compressed to its limit until it sat in Mu Rong Ya’s palm, no larger than a hand.

One hand, three kings.

They were weakened Devil Kings, yes, but the feat was still terrifying.

The Seventh Heavenly King tried to bargain from within the light: “Wait, we can talk. If you let us go, the Devil Race will give you rich gifts.”

The Saints snorted at the same time. What reward could beat the lives of three Saints? And none of them wanted anything from the Devil Race.

The Eighth Heavenly King bared his fangs: “Think carefully. Our status in the Devil Race is special. If we die, you will face terrible revenge.”

Zhou Tong waved them off: “No more nonsense. I will finish this. Invite them into my sword.”

He summoned a black blade and spoke clearly: “Sixfold World Breaking Sword. Earth Sword, Nether Furnace.”

The Nether sword tip slid into the rainbow orb. Screams tore through the air. All three Devil Kings died at once, and their souls flowed into the Earth Sword.

A roar rose from the survivors: “Saints are mighty. The Humans will endure forever!”

Killing Devil Kings was a great deed in any age.

Zhou Tong looked down at the crowd. He had wanted to teach many of them a lesson because most had ugly motives and tried to take over his senior sister. It annoyed him. But since they had helped slay devils today, he let it go.

The heavens rumbled. The Eye of the Great Dao opened and returned to the world. Faces below turned solemn. Even Zhou Tong lifted an eyebrow and smiled.

Saints were true powers between heaven and earth. Each carried the luck of the world. When a Saint died, that luck flowed to those who took part in the slaying. The Heavenly Dao would also give a baptism and announce the names to all under heaven.

A vast voice rolled across the sky: “After two hundred and sixty-four years, Saint Slayers appear again. There are four. They are…”

The naming began.

“Central Continent, Sword Saint.”

“Central Continent, Celestial Masters Clan, Saint You Jing Feng.”

“Western World, Three Pure Domains, Red Dust Mountain, Joyous Union Sect, Sect Master Mu Rong Ya.”

“And… Supreme Saint Slayer, Western World, Heavenly Dao Domain, Ling Xiao Empire, guest elder, Nameless.”

The portraits of all four formed in the air. No matter how far away you stood, one glance in that direction showed them clearly.

Sword Saint looked at Zhou Tong and said with a small smile: “That brat really was the strongest hitter.”

Zhou Tong was a little surprised. The Heavenly Dao had announced the identity he used in disguise to everyone. [Pretty considerate.]

The four received the richest reward: a thread of Saint Rhythm, priceless for sensing the Saint realm or making a Saint even stronger. Besides them, ten Half-Saints who had done the most also received great prizes. Qian Miao Yu was the happiest; she could almost touch the Saint threshold. Below them were the many lower-level cultivators who had lent Zhou Tong their strength. They were blessed too and broke through two or three minor realms in a row.

Joy for some meant gloom for others. Far away in the Three Pure Domains, at Primal Heaven Earth Mountain on the Jade Purity Sect’s peak, the ruling elders wore very dark faces. They had seen Mu Rong Ya.

One elder grumbled: “Wasn’t that woman crippled by a qi deviation? How did she suddenly become a Saint Slayer? Did she break through to Saint?”

Another snapped back: “Impossible. No way. She must have only tagged along. Not worth our worry.” He paused, and his tone sank: “But that Nameless… why does he look so much like…”