The spear-light was extremely sharp, carrying Ou Yangming's belief that he could cut through everything.

At this time, the whole world would have to temporarily avoid this spear-light. It was something that nothing could not obstruct.

Dong Chenyu's expression was grave, and the blood flowing in his body increased by a lot. This spear attack made him feel that it was incredibly strong. Although he was a Venerable One, he must be careful in dealing with it.

He lowered his center of gravity, and the aura on his body became intense like a mountain. His Dantian Lake glowed in a multicolored light, and spiritual power rumbled. The Venerable One pushed his hands outward, transforming into 2 large white hands that tore at the spear-light. This was an ingenious Taichi Push, and he wanted to use it to resolve this attack.

"Bang..." The spear-light shook the sky. It seemed to contain the profound path and was constantly changing. Its speed was also as fast as lightning.

The 2 large white hands that had been condensed out of thin air were actually in opposition to the Blood Horned Dragon Clan's cultivation technique.

They were pure and majestic, and they carried a kind of miraculous force-dissipating concept. They emphasized using strength to fight strength.

"Bang..." A loud sound filled the air. The large hands had yet to display their skill of "using strength to fight strength", and they only lasted for 2 breaths before they collapsed.

If that was all, this attack would not have been Ou Yangming's greatest technique. It was worth noting that the snow mountain was 33 kilometers tall. How magnanimous was the power generated by the Big Avalanche? It belonged to the might of the heavens. Moreover, it was activated with the true path intent, so it could be considered the strongest spear attack that the young fellow had used so far. His essence, Qi, and spirit were one. Therefore, it was within reason that the attack could dispel the power of Dong Chenyu's attack. It was unexpected, but it was still within reason.

The spear-light did not stop and directly blasted toward Dong Chenyu.

Upon seeing this, Dong Chenyu's expression changed slightly. He thought to himself, 'What a freak. If I were to devour his bloodline, how far can I go? Atavism? Or beyond that?' The light in his eyes became brighter, but he did not react slowly. The Venerable One hurriedly stabilized his stance as if he had become a towering mountain peak. A faint red light spread out from his body, and his Dantian Lake boiled. When he raised both hands at the same time and gathered his spiritual power, it transformed into a black turtle that could suppress the ancients. The turtle blocked in front of him.

"Boom…" The spear-light collided with the black turtle, causing visible ripples to appear in the air. Waves of air swept out in all directions in an overbearing manner. Wherever they passed, spiritual Qi was crushed, turning into numerous hurricanes. They swept up countless yellow sand, one circle after another, then they rose into the sky. In just a moment, they started a prairie fire.

1 breath, 2 breaths...

This black turtle, which was built with defensive power, trembled together with the Big Avalanche's spear-light. It let out a mournful cry as if it could collapse at any moment.

After a while, following a bag, it collapsed inch by inch, turning into spiritual power fragments.

Dong Chenyu's pupils constricted slightly, and his right arm trembled. His hand cracked, and blood dripped down.

Ou Yangming was in an even more miserable state. His face was pale, and his spiritual power retrograded. As such, his internal organs were displaced, and his body staggered as he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Silence—dead silence...

What just happened had truly surpassed the understanding of the God-favored ones. They never expected that not only could Ou Yangming block a move, but he could also split open the Venerable One's hand. Furthermore, the Venerable One defended with all his might. They could not help but wonder what would happen if they were to face that attack. Many cultivators answered themselves, 'I would've died. Yes, I would've died. Not even a Daoist disciple could have blocked that.'

The attack had the power to crush an entire generation.

Everyone's face changed again as they looked at Ou Yangming. Apart from being in admiration, they also looked like they worshipped him.

"Ah, what a pity. He could suppress a generation, but he has to die," a white-robed man with a delicate and pretty face remarked softly.

"Yes, if he had escaped today's disaster, breaking through to become a Venerable One would just be a matter of time," another top-grade Spiritualist echoed.

He Jian swung out the Meridian Sword in his hand, piercing the throat of a Blood Horned Dragon. He licked his lips forcefully and thought to himself, 'Given that spear attack, even if I use the Heaven-lifting, I wouldn't be able to block it. Brother Yu, just how many more surprises are you going to show me?'

Jiang Yingrong was lithe and graceful, and her eyes were burning with passion. It was as if she was meeting Ou Yangming for the first time. Her sexy red lips parted, revealing her white teeth and a smile on her face.

Zang Jian was more certain that this would not be a loss for him. He tried his best to activate the sword mark carved on his arm. He was counting the time in his heart and at the same time, looking for the best opportunity to strike.

Dong Chenyu gently licked the blood on his palm. A mocking look appeared in his eyes again. He said coldly, "You are the strongest Spiritualist I've ever seen but after this spear strike, your dantian's spiritual Qi has been exhausted. How are you going to fight?"

He knew he had made a mistake, and that he was very wrong. Previously, he thought that He Jian was the strongest and the most difficult to deal with among this group of people. The Venerable One did not expect that the mightiest one turned out to be the unattractive young fellow. He even suffered some minor injury, but that was the end of it.

Ou Yangming did not say anything. He simply spread his hands and thought to himself, '10 breaths have passed.'

He believed in Zang Jian. Since the sword master asked for this, he would not have spoken without thinking.

Before Ou Yangming's thought even faded away, the small red sword in Zang Jian's hand emitted a strange light. Concurrently, the red sword-light on Zang Jian's arm merged with the Shen Tu Sword, and a violent aura spread out in all directions.

This was a kind of madness that looked down on all things.

Pure sword intent spread out and directly locked onto Dong Chenyu's aura.

Zang Jian's body was enveloped by sword Qi. The surrounding sword Qi was born and destroyed, destroyed and reborn.

Similar to the cycle of life and death, the sword Qi formed a circle. Zang Jian's gaze was firm as he uttered softly, "This sword attack is the full-strength attack condensed from the blood essence of the Ultimate Sword Peak's peak master. Borrow!" His voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder.

Before he could finish his words, he abruptly slashed forward.

The entire world was split into two by this sword-light. One side was filled with yellow sand while the other was sword Qi.

This sword attack was tyrannical. All living things in the world had to bow their heads in front of it.

Wherever it passed, dozens of Blood Horned Dragons could not even react in the slightest and turned into ashes.

'Take this opportunity to quickly escape!' Zang Jian transmitted his voice. His face was pale. The full-strength attack of a Venerable-level sword cultivator required enormous spiritual Qi just by activating it. Even if he was a Daoist disciple, he would not be able to endure it.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong looked at each other and nodded in secret.

As for Dong Chenyu, a strong sense of danger filled his mind. It was as if he would be annihilated if he was careless for a moment.

Even he felt that this attack was tricky, so he could only deal with it with all his strength.

With a muffled roar in his heart, his body expanded, and he transformed into a Blood Horned Dragon. The scales on his body were red and shone with a cold light. He became more than 166 meters tall. A dark pattern spread from the top of the Venerable One's head to his tail. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an evil creature that was neither a dragon nor a snake. All the muscles on his body bulged, making him look like a dragon that was full of explosive power. His body quivered slightly, and even space itself seemed to shake a little.

A vicious look flashed in Dong Chenyu's eyes, and the dark pattern instantly lit up.

An evil creature that was neither a dragon nor a snake turned into an illusory figure that condensed out of thin air and blocked in front of him.

He suddenly exhaled, and an invisible wind spread out. The illusory figure suddenly crashed forward.

"Boom…" Spiritual Qi exploded. In just an instant, the illusory figure showed signs of crumbling.

Dong Chenyu's expression changed drastically. He raised his right hand and slapped the center of his eyebrows, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. The blood contained a rich Bloodline Power, turning into a huge blood mist that was very scarlet. When the Venerable One raised his hand and pointed, the blood mist merged into the illusory figure, stopping its decline and allowing it to stabilize and become more solid. Nonetheless, the sword cultivator's offensive power was simply too forceful. Even after spitting out his bloodline's blood, he still did not gain much of an advantage.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in the minds of the spectators. 'Another freak with a notable inheritance.'

Indeed, that was the truth. There were a total of 4 people in Ou Yangming's group, including Zang Jian. Other than Jiang Yingrong, the others had the combat power of a first-level Daoist disciple.

Ou Yangming had the inheritance of the Dragons and the Phoenixes. He had great luck and great opportunities. This was without a doubt.

He Jian was much inferior, but he possessed the Heaven-lifting, which was an inherited sword technique from Xu Aoran. This was a ruthless person who could crush Heavenly Thunderbolts with his bare hands and fend off the disaster.

As for Zang Jian, he was from the greatest sect in Zhangzhou, where he was a Daoist disciple from the Seven Stars sect's Ultimate Sword Peak. He was obviously not on par with Ou Yangming but as compared to the others, his status was indescribably noble.

It was at this moment Zang Jian made a double-handed gesture. "Explode!" He growled

Instantly, the boundless sword Qi exploded, sending shockwaves out in all directions. Sand was lifted into the air tens of meters tall and connected. It was as if a curtain of sand was pushed out to draw innumerable concentric circles.

Wherever they passed, every being would be killed.

Even Dong Chenyu had to temporarily avoid it.

The God-favored ones that had come from various places were stupefied. They hurriedly retreated. Even the Venerable One was temporarily retreating so how could they block it?

They muttered to themselves, "Can they really escape from the Venerable One?" They felt immense fear in their hearts. A group of Spiritualists escaping from a Venerable One... Just the thought of it seemed crazy.

"Quickly leave..." Ou Yangming shouted in a low voice. He forced out his last bit of spiritual Qi and fled into the distance.

Jiang Yingrong, He Jian, and Zang Jian followed closely behind. They turned into 4 light streams and disappeared into the distance.

Dong Chenyu retreated 333 meters away, avoiding the core of the sword Qi explosion. His face was as cold as frost, and his voice sounded like it came from hell. "Do you really think you can escape? Now that you've used all your trump cards, the next time I catch up to you, you'll die!" He waved his long sleeve, then he brought the remaining dozens of Blood Horned Dragons and chased after them from afar.

The Dead Turbidity's master had long locked onto their positions. No matter how fast Ou Yangming and the other 3 were, they could not be compared to the Venerable One.

Furthermore, there was not much spiritual Qi left in Ou Yangming and Zang Jian's dantian.

'Where are they?' Dong Chenyu asked telepathically. His voice was thunderous, and he seemed to be abnormally furious.

Subsequently, a hideous poisonous insect flew out from the yellow sand and came to Dong Chenyu's side, buzzing to his ear.

"Hmph, so they went to the northwest. They're simply courting death! That's a dangerous place, to begin with, and it won't be long before they walk out of the Blood Dragon Clan's territory." Dong Chenyu's eyes flashed with blood as he pursued Ou Yangming and his companions.