The trio reappeared in the massive arena, their bodies materializing in the center of a vast, blood-soaked battlefield. The sky above was dark, swirling with remnants of chaotic energy, while the oppressive aura from the tomb had entirely vanished.
Countless cultivators surrounded them, some injured, some recovering from battles inside the tomb, but all seething with frustration. The moment Tianyang, Yuqing, and Yao'er appeared, all eyes locked onto them.
A woman at Peak-Void Tribulation Realm scowled, her expression twisted with rage. "I was almost done breaking the formation on the statue! Why was I teleported out now—just at the last moment?"
Her companion, a high-void tribulation cultivator, clenched her fists. "It must be their fault! We were all teleported out at the same time, but they appeared after us! And now, the tomb's oppressive aura is gone…!"
The first woman snapped toward the trio, her eyes burning with accusation. "You two! Explain! Why were we telep—"
Before she could finish, Yuqing's gaze turned cold, her armor pulsating with demonic energy. A suffocating force crashed onto the woman's sea of consciousness. A massive phantom of Yuqing, formed entirely of murderous demonic energy, materialized within her mind.
The woman froze, her body trembling as she collapsed to her knees in terror, trapped within her own sea of consciousness.
Her companion panicked. "What are you—?!"
Before she could react, Yao'er lunged forward, claws coated in golden flames, sending the woman flying with a mouthful of blood.
"You dare to point at my masters?" Yao'er growled, his inherited Azure Bloodline Technique (low-Divine-Tier) surging with oppressive energy.
The injured woman spat blood, her voice filled with venom. "You—!"
Yao'er's body tensed as he prepared to finish her off, but then—
A deep, ancient voice echoed from the sky, carrying an undeniable divine majesty.
"I am the owner of this tomb."
An overwhelming pressure descended, making every cultivator in the arena kneel, their bodies unable to resist the weight of the voice.
Yet, Tianyang, Yuqing, and Yao'er stood tall, unfazed by the oppressive force.
Suddenly—
Three objects burst from Tianyang and Yuqing's storage rings, floating into the air:
The Yin-Yang Twin Heavenly Flames, their aura of chaotic balance flickering like an eternal dance of light and shadow.
The Asura Devil Swords, encased in a single glowing cocoon, pulsating with ominous energy.
The Space & Void Dragon God's Egg, its shell shimmering with ancient, inscrutable runes.
The divine voice thundered once more:
"They have inherited my legacy. If any of you can defeat them… these treasures shall be yours."
With that, the inheritance items vanished, returning to the storage rings of Tianyang and Yuqing.
Simultaneously, the suffocating pressure lifted.
Silence.
Then—
"You bastards!!" The woman Yao'er had attacked earlier roared in rage, her injuries severe but her venomous intent unshaken.
She turned to the crowd, rallying them. "Let's kill them! Let's divide the inheritance among ourselves!"
But before she could finish her sentence—
SHING!
Yuqing's sword pierced the air, slicing through her neck in an instant.
Blood sprayed, splattering onto the nearby cultivators.
Her head flew, eyes wide in disbelief, while her body remained standing for a moment, before finally collapsing onto the bloodstained ground.
Her companion turned, horror in her eyes. "You dar—!"
SHING!
Her words were cut short.
Another blade flew.
This time, Tianyang's sword cleaved her head from her shoulders, the same effortless precision.
Both of them had used their old Peak-Legendary-Grade swords, as their Asura Devil Swords were still evolving.
The crowd gasped in shock.
A wave of killing intent swept across the arena.
Hundreds of cultivators now pointed their weapons at the trio.
Tianyang exhaled calmly. He turned to Yuqing and Yao'er, his voice steady.
"There's no point in exhausting all of our energy here, fighting a dying battle."
Yao'er growled, his dragonic aura surging. "But Master! They dare to point swords at us! We shouldn't let them go!"
Tianyang patted Yao'er's head. "We won't. Killing them here is pointless. We'll only be exhausting ourselves."
He glanced at Yuqing, his lips curving into a smirk. "And when we go outside, we won't have any strength left to resist the Early-Ascendant Realm elders. It's better to make them retreat… and then slaughter them all outside."
Yuqing squeezed his hand, her gaze dark. "By then, the Asura Swords will have evolved. We'll make sure not to leave any witnesses."
Their decision terrified the cultivators.
One of them, a man in white robes, sneered. "These bastards… they're mocking us."
Another man laughed arrogantly. "Two Late-Void Tribulation brats and one Mid-Divine Beast will kill hundreds of us? I'm shaking!"
A woman in the crowd growled, "Don't underestimate them! Attack together!"
An ugly old geezer stepped forward, licking his lips as he eyed Yuqing.
"Kill the beast and the brat. The woman is mine. I want to—"
Before he could finish—
BOOM!
Tianyang's demonic aura surged, his eyes turning blood-red.
A massive crimson hand appeared in the sky, gripping the old geezer, lifting him above the crowd.
The cultivators shouted in alarm.
"Put him down!"
"Let him go!"
Tianyang ignored them, his expression dark. He activated Void Devourer Art, siphoning the man's lifeforce and cultivation.
The old man withered rapidly, his body mummifying as his essence drained.
His screams faded to whispers.
And then—
CRACK!
The red hand clenched tighter, crushing the old geezer in an explosion of blood and gore.
His remains splattered onto the horrified crowd.
Silence.
Pure, unfiltered fear gripped every cultivator in the arena.
No one dared speak.
Tianyang exhaled slowly, his crimson aura dissipating.
Yuqing and Yao'er stood beside him, radiating pure dominance.
The arena descended into chaos as the cultivators finally launched their attack.
Blades clashed.
Energy roared.
Blood flew.
Tianyang, Yuqing, and Yao'er cut through them like demons incarnate.
Their physical strength, honed by their Low-Immortal-Tier Lightning Dual Body Refining Method, was unmatched.
Their chaotic aura released a mental attack, leaving the enemies confused and prone to errors.
Bodies fell in droves, severed limbs and broken weapons scattered.
Their domination was absolute.
The arena became a slaughterhouse.
Tianyang and Yuqing absorbed the essence of fallen cultivators, their power growing.
Yao'er dug out demon cores and bloodline essence from the corpses, devouring them to refine his Mid-Divine-Tier Heaven's Sovereign Bloodline Technique.
As the battle continued, the survivors realized the hopelessness of their resistance.
Their fighting spirit shattered.
And yet—
The real carnage… had only just begun.
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The battlefield was painted red.
The corpses of Void Tribulation cultivators littered the ground, their blood pooling into rivers of crimson. The stench of death clung to the air, thick and suffocating.
Yet, the battle was far from over.
Despite the sheer carnage wrought by Tianyang, Yuqing, and Yao'er, dozens of cultivators still stood—hesitant but unwilling to flee. Their greed burned stronger than their fear.
If they ran now, they would never get another chance at the legendary inheritances Tianyang and Yuqing carried.
A towering man with a jagged scar across his chest stepped forward, his aura seething with resentment.
He was a Half-Step Ascendant Realm cultivator, leagues above the fallen ants that Tianyang and Yuqing had cut down.
"Enough!" His voice boomed, shaking the battlefield.
A golden halberd materialized in his grasp, pulsating with immense spiritual pressure.
"This farce ends now!"
With a mighty swing, he released a torrent of spatial cracks, aiming to bisect the entire battlefield in one strike.
CRACK—BOOM!
A terrifying golden arc of destruction shot forward, distorting space itself.
Cultivators nearby screamed as their bodies were ripped apart by the sheer force of the attack.
Yet—
Tianyang didn't move.
He didn't need to.
SHATTER!
A delicate, jade-white hand rose beside him, flicking two fingers forward.
Yuqing's icy gaze sharpened as she activated her divine technique.
Moonlit Frost Realm – Frozen Dominion! (Intermediate-Divine-Tier Technique)
The golden halberd's attack froze mid-air, its radiant energy encased in an unbreakable prison of frost.
The attack never reached Tianyang.
Instead—
SNAP!
With a flick of her wrist, Yuqing shattered the golden arc into dust, dispersing it like it was nothing more than a child's plaything.
The battlefield fell into stunned silence.
Even the Half-Step Ascendant cultivator paled.
"Impossible..." he muttered.
Yuqing's glacial aura surged, her silver hair flowing behind her as she stepped forward.
"Was that your best?" Her tone was laced with mockery.
The man gritted his teeth in fury, preparing to attack again—
But he never got the chance.
SHING!
Tianyang moved in an instant, his figure blurring through space.
The next moment, his sword was already buried deep into the man's chest.
"Wha—"
The cultivator's eyes bulged in disbelief, blood pouring from his lips.
He looked down.
Tianyang's hand was pressed against his chest, his Void Devourer Art already at work.
The Half-Step Ascendant cultivator let out a horrified scream as his essence was forcibly drained, his dantian collapsing in on itself.
His once-mighty aura dwindled rapidly—until he was nothing but an empty husk.
THUD.
His lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
The battlefield… fell into utter chaos.
Every remaining cultivator realized the truth:
They couldn't win.
Tianyang and Yuqing were monsters—far beyond their comprehension.
Panic set in.
"RUN!" a cultivator screamed.
"It's useless—there's no way to escape!"
"Then fight! If we're going to die, let's at least take one of them with us!"
"Shut up! If you want to die, go ahead!"
The battle devolved into madness.
Some cultivators tried to escape, only to be mercilessly cut down by Yuqing's flying swords. Others charged forward in desperation, only to be torn apart by Yao'er's dragonic flames.
Tianyang stood at the center of it all, his eyes cold and merciless.
He was a god of slaughter—a reaper amidst the dying.
As the battle reached its climax, the atmosphere shifted violently.
A terrifying demonic pressure erupted from Tianyang and Yuqing's storage rings.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
The sky darkened.
The very heavens trembled.
The Asura Devil Swords were awakening.
Both swords, still encased in their glowing cocoon, pulsed with a rhythm that synchronized with Tianyang and Yuqing's blood.
A voice, ancient and filled with malice, echoed within their minds.
"Wielders of the Asura Devil Swords... are you prepared to embrace slaughter?"
Tianyang and Yuqing exchanged a glance.
Neither hesitated.
"Yes."
CRACK!
The cocoons shattered, revealing the two forbidden demonic weapons.
Tianyang's sword gleamed black and crimson, its blade radiating pure destructive intent.
Yuqing's sword shimmered violet and silver, its presence exuding elegant but ruthless killing intent.
Tianyang smiles and then embraces her from behind, his hand resting on her abdomen while her hands rest above his. He kisses her cheek and says, "Let's finish this, my demonic empress!" Her entire body flushes, her face turning crimson, but she doesn't lose focus. They then initiate the fusion of the Ice Dragon and Fire Phoenix with their Asura swords.
The moment their hands wrapped around their swords—
BOOOOOOM!
The battlefield erupted in chaos.
The swords fed on the bloodlust of the battlefield, resonating with the cries of the dying.
The remaining cultivators felt their souls being crushed by the sheer aura of these weapons.
One of them dropped his sword in sheer despair.
"Th-This isn't a battle anymore…" he whispered, eyes hollow.
Another trembled, his voice shaking. "This is a massacre."
Tianyang and Yuqing vanished from sight, their movements surpassing the limits of the Void Tribulation Realm.
By the time the remaining cultivators realized what happened—
They were already dead.
SHING!
Blood sprayed into the air as dozens of bodies collapsed simultaneously.
SHING!
Heads rolled. Limbs were severed.
It was no longer a fight.
It was an execution.
In less than a minute—
The battlefield was empty left with only six injured Half-Step Ascendant Realm cultivators.
Hundreds of corpses lay motionless, the once-arrogant cultivators reduced to nothing more than lifeless husks.
Tianyang exhaled, the Asura Devil Sword humming in his grasp.
Yuqing stood beside him, her eyes gleaming with power.
They had won.
And yet… their battle was far from over.
They could already sense it.
A greater threat loomed just beyond the battlefield.
The true enemies… they had yet to face.
The Ascendant Realm Elders were still outside.