Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Even knowing this, Shen Yuanzhe hesitated for only a moment before beginning to use the forbidden technique.

In the next second, his breathing, which had been extremely weak, began to stabilize gradually.

His injuries began to be suppressed!

As soon as his injuries were successfully suppressed, Shen Yuanzhe's cultivation began to rise...

SLASH!

GURGLE!

At that moment, a sharp sound of a sword rang out, and Shen Yuanzhe only realized the blade piercing his throat, unable to help but widen his eyes as he began to choke on his own blood.

Due to using the forbidden technique, Shen Yuanzhe had to completely divert his attention from the outside world and didn't even notice Ye Gouyang, who had appeared in the ancestral hall right after Mu Zhuque left!

'Am I going to die like this? A mere 1-star Saint King killed me?' chapter-hosted-on-NovelFire

That was Shen Yuanzhe's last thought before his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

After killing Shen Yuanzhe, Ye Gouyang quickly left the ancestral hall, heading to kill the remaining disciples of the Sacrad Land.

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At the same time, Mu Zhuque had already appeared in the sky above the mountain where the Sacred Land is located, which resembled a turtle's shell.

Looking at the scene below, he couldn't help but feel furious as he saw only bloodied corpses lying while the remaining living disciples begged for their lives to be spared.

This place, which once was one of the two supreme locations in the eastern region, now seemed like hell on earth!

Most of the elders, whose cultivation reached the Saint Realm, were fighting for their lives, but most could not even withstand a single move from those figures that appeared like shadows towering dozens of meters tall, nor from those three-meter tall red demons.

As for the disciples, their situation was even worse.

Every second, each figure from the Shura Palace was killing dozens or even hundreds of disciples from the Sacred Land!

"Audacious!"

Mu Zhuque's furious and desperate voice echoed, exploding in everyone's ears.

At the same time, he took a staff from his spatial ring, which was a high-grade sacred weapon, its appearance resembling volcanic stones with cracks through which lava could be seen!

Staff of the Fire Meteor!

This had long been his weapon, which he had commissioned from the best refining master in the northern region, made especially for him, with the greatest compatibility with his sacred law of fire!

Seeing the situation below, without hesitation he unleashed his sacred law of fire to the limit, raising the staff to strike the air and attack all the members of the Shura Palace at once.

SWISH!

However, before he could succeed, a sword energy suddenly appeared and struck his staff.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The impact sent him flying dozens of kilometers away from the Sacred Land.

Cough!

Far from the Sacred Land, Mu Zhuque couldn't help but cough up some blood while bent over in the air, thinking about what had just happened.

He only saw a figure wearing a blood-red cloak with golden stripes, whose face he could not see. This figure merely waved two fingers casually, and a terrifying sword energy came in his direction!

Who is this figure? The master of the Shura Palace?

Mu Zhuque couldn't help but feel stunned. Previously, when he had unleashed his divine sense, he hadn't sensed this figure!

This was naturally due to Song Yang's aura control technique and his demonic scarlet cloak, which, unless seen with one's own eyes, is impossible for a mere half-step Great Saint like Mu Zhuque to detect.

Of course, there are exceptions. If Mu Zhuque had cultivated the Seven Souls Scripture, for example, Song Yang would not have escaped his divine sense.

Some moments later, Mu Zhuque was still terrified, thinking about Song Yang's strength, who, with just a wave of his fingers, managed to injure him in this way.

This could only mean that Song Yang's cultivation had reached the Great Saint Realm!

And it wasn't just any Great Saint.

With his sacred law of gold, along with his half-step cultivation to the Great Saint and his Fire Meteor Staff, Mu Zhuque was confident that he could face a 1-Star Great Saint on equal footing!

However, Song Yang made him retreat and even injured him like this with just a casual attack!

"Even if he is a Great Saint, whoever dares to offend the majesty of my Sacred Land must die!"

Suddenly, Mu Zhuque showed a determined expression and thought, No matter who it is, anyone who offends the majesty of my Sacred Land must die!

This is his thought; this is the belief engraved deep in his soul, the only thing he has left!

Then, Mu Zhuque immediately began to use all the secret techniques he knew to increase his strength.

And the side effects?

Of course, there are side effects, but for someone who is going to die in 4 hours, what does that matter?

Every time Mu Zhuque used a secret technique, his cultivation gradually began to rise until it infinitely approached the realm of the Great Saint.

However, could Song Yang allow him to increase his strength?

After he launched that casual attack, Song Yang truly didn't expect Mu Zhuque to survive.

After all, although it was a casual strike, his spiritual domain of the five elements was active, and his sword intent had also reached the fifth layer.

Moreover, his aura was extremely more refined than that of other Saint Kings, thanks to his Corpse Devouring Body and his Supreme Devouring Sutra.

"Oh, he's still not dead and is still increasing his strength?"

Therefore, Song Yang, who appeared several dozen kilometers away, was surprised to see Mu Zhuque's aura continuously rising.

Seeing that he was about to reach the cultivation level of a Great Saint, Song Yang didn't hesitate.

In the next moment, his sword intent bloomed to the extreme, and a sword appeared in his hand, which was a high-level sacred weapon he had used when he destroyed the Celestial Sword Sect!

At the same time, countless illusory swords began to form in the sky, pointing towards Mu Zhuque.

'Celestial Sword Technique: Rain of a Thousand Swords!'