Chapter 724: Explosion in the Starry Sky—Massacre of the Saints

Outside Earth, in space.

In Dark Blade Imperial Court's war bastion, a few saints were having tea and refreshments. They were fairly calm because they were extremely confident that no one could stop them this time.

Everything had been prepared a long time ago, and a large web had been spread. Supreme powerhouses were hibernating, and experts were standing guard at every thoroughfare in the cosmos.

The saints all harbored a grudge this time, and it was difficult to escape their wrath. They wanted to go all out in this battle because they had to settle all the disasters!

An ancient land of life—once ranked eleven in the past—was vainly attempting to recover and wanted to create the strongest evolver? This was impossible. They were all sneering. How could they allow such a thing to happen?

This planet was placed amongst the highest civilizations even during ancient times, but they had massacred everyone on this planet which led to it being barren for many eras.

"Come, fellow Dao friends. Try this. This divine tea is pretty good. It was plucked from that planet beneath our feet during ancient times. Hmm, it is a pity it didn't grow that well on my race's planet when we were transplanting the mother stump, so it's generated a low yield," said that old man wearing a bronze mask. He invited a few people to taste the tea. The leaves in the teacup were extremely sparkly and translucent; they were even of different colors and were all shining gloriously and divinely.

"It's a good tea!" The dark saint nodded.

The other man wearing a devil mask nodded, too, and said, "Oh, the planet beneath our feet has divine medicines and trees too. An unforeseen event happened before we could pluck them in time in those days—a purgatory happened again, so we had no choice but to retreat in a hurry. We won't miss the opportunity this time!"

"Yes, there are even some inheritances as well as various kinds of medicinal farms in the famous mountains. They're all pretty good, too."

At this moment, they were discussing how to divide Earth's opportunities and fortunes up, along with its famous mountains and many others!

At the same time, they received a report that the result of the hunters' operation in the starry sky was currently very good and it was currently in progress. A total of sixty-nine heads had been sent back, all of which belonged to the Demonic Yak Race and the Mountain Turtle Race.

"People will be punished when they stand in the wrong position. It wasn't time to attack you guys then because the saints and some people were malignant tumors all along. They're still in this world and are finally going to be dealt with entirely."

"I'll treat everyone to a whole roasted yak later on. Yes, they'll all be of the saint rank!" said the man wearing the devil mask. Evidently, he was going to aim his attacks at the saints of the Demonic Yak Race later on.

"You can just leave this kind of work to the Sky-Piercer. We're willing to accept the task," said the dark saint as he laughed sinisterly.

At this moment, blood was splattering everywhere in the starry skies. The gold medalled dark hunters were on the move, and a competition was underway to hunt the evolvers from the designated ten or more races.

Clank!

Even though the expert from the Mountain Turtle Race had extremely high defensive power, someone still managed to hack his turtle shell open with their large sword. He died a violent death with blood squirting out as he was chopped in half.

"You demons! Why are you killing us for no reason or cause? Even if our ancestors had close relations with Earth's evolvers in the distant past, that doesn't warrant bringing misfortune to their offsprings, right?" asked a young evolver from the Mountain Turtle Race with reddened eyes.

Pfft!

Unfortunately, someone beheaded him in a brief exchange of blows!

"Why? My race wasn't a part of them! You group of indiscriminate murderers!" shouted an old man from the Demonic Yak Race. He backed away while carrying his grandson's corpse. His body was covered in blood, and his eye sockets were about to burst open as he raged, "Bring it on!"

Evolvers from a few other sects were also shrieking miserably from afar. This was the scene big black yak saw, so his blood immediately bubbled up and boiled, and even his eyes were red.

"Fire!" he howled.

At this moment, big black yak and Yellow Ox were already capable of transforming and reverting to their human forms. His swept back hair became messy as it flew about madly in the breeze—flames were shooting out of his eyes.

Thunk, thunk!

At this moment, the ancestral demon's relic, this large cauldron, was resuscitating and activating. At the same time, that robotic voice warned them to move ten meters back.

With a buzz, a light screen formed within that ten-meter area. At the center of it, the large cauldron sparkled and became translucent. An unknown amount of order runes appeared on top of it.

In the end, the mouth of the cauldron was resplendent. All of the runes gathered there and formed a rune sea. It churned fiercely and surged up violently.

Boom!

In the end, a large noise reverberated. Big black yak, Ouyang Feng, and Yellow Ox's brains turned white as an indescribable aura shocked them.

Thankfully, the ancestral demonic cauldron acted appropriately. Even though it was of a frightening grade and could kill countless evolvers at their level, it didn't cause them any harm.

The reason was that the energy was extremely concentrated. Not a trace of order rune leaked out—all of them flew out from the mouth of the cauldron and gathered to form a light beam as it attacked the outer realm.

For years, Mount Eternal didn't see the sun and was enshrouded within the firmament's grey mist. But in a split second, that grey mist scattered upon the attack; sunlight sprinkled down ever so rarely while demonic light ascended in a torrential wave.

Outside Mount Eternal, the Manchurian Tiger, Wu Qifeng, and Old Lama were shocked. All of them looked up at the sky and were completely petrified.

This light beam was too terrifying because it was formed of runes that were compressed and condensed together. It was like a true dragon ascending to the sky, yet it was also like a silver waterfall flowing backward and attacking the starry sky.

"Yee-haw, yee-haw! This Old Donkey is flustered . I want to bawl. I really can't stand it. What's going on!?"

Not only were they stunned, but those in the outer realms were also silent in this split second. Everyone was terrified; their hearts were trembling and their souls were pounding.

However, they weren't endangered. This was just a kind of realization they got from their intuition that something terrible was happening.

A few saints were drinking tea and discussing amongst themselves as to how they were going to apportion the famous mountains on Earth as well as the various opportunities and fortunes in the Dark Blade Imperial Court's war bastion.

All of a sudden, they felt the horrible aura of a great impending catastrophe. All of the fine hair on their bodies stood upright while their scalps went numb and a chill ran down their spine. All of them jumped up and fled outside.

Unfortunately, it was too late. When they sensed danger in their hearts, the people in the outer realms were extremely horrified. The light shooting out from the ancestral demon's cauldron had already gotten close and was charging into the Darkness war bastion.

That cauldron was too mysterious and the order runes it shot out was vastly terrifying. The saints could only sense the light beam when it was close to them and was about to unleash a calamity that was to kill them all!

Bang!

Dark Blade Imperial Court's war bastion, the super-sacred device that was as long and wide as fifty kilometers, exploded right open just like that. This scene shocked the starry sky and the light from the explosion was too glaring that everyone in the world was startled.

The flames formed of order runes drowned over here in a flash, causing a concurrent wave of large explosions.

Even space was being annihilated as countless fragments were knocked out!

A mournful shriek could be heard.

This scene shocked the cosmic starry sea.

At this moment, the Origin Beast Platform and Black Blood Platform, as well as many organization's heavenly eyes, were monitoring the developments happening near Earth. They clearly captured this scene as it happened live.

Whatever that was hiding in the void was useless at this moment. The Imperial City blew up and appeared before their eyes.

In a split second, the hearts of countless people violently trembled; they felt numb from their head to their feet. This scene was too frightening.

One had to know that this was a super-sacred device. It far surpassed the common saint weapon and had astonishing defensive power. Under normal circumstances, it couldn't be broken at all.

That was unless a heaven-illuminator ranked powerhouse attacked it or a peak saint unleashed a fatal blow.

If not, how could it be destroyed?

Especially since it was currently hiding in the void and was situated at the most advantageous position.

But now, this super-sacred device that was longer than fifty kilometers exploded before everyone's eyes like a massive firework that blossomed on Earth—it was dazzling yet terrifying.

A miserable shriek could be heard, but it didn't come from the war bastion—rather it came from an assassin hiding nearby.

More than ten thousand dark hunters had received orders to come to Earth and nine-tenths of them were in the Imperial City. At this moment, they didn't even have a chance to snort when they exploded and turned into a bloody mist.

This was a tragic sight to behold. More than nine thousand assassins wielding large swords had initially been quietly waiting for orders and were prepared to attack Earth. But now, all of them had practically met with a violent death.

One-tenth of the troops were roaming about nearby and moving about in the starry sky. At this moment, they were the portion of people who shrieked miserably. The explosion from that fearsome sacred device had spread to them.

A tenth of the troops encompassed about a thousand people. They crackled and rattled like dumplings being fried. After that, they collapsed and turned into clumps of bloody mist.

This scene was really too bitter and horrifying.

One had to know that there were many experts within these people and there wasn't a lack of golden arhatsm either. There were even powerhouses close to the quasi-saint realm. Yet when the super-sacred device exploded, all of them faced their end.

The Origin Beast Platform and Black Blood Platform had captured these scenes at the time they happened. The whole starry sky was shocked. At this moment, everyone was speechless.

What kind of scene was this?

The Dark Blade Imperial Court had practically been destroyed!

There were over ten thousand assassins! Every time they went into battle, they would eliminate a powerful evolutionary sect and easily slaughter a whole planet. They were synonyms to the words 'blood' and 'terror'.

But now, they became history's dust and were sent to their graves under a single attack.

Even their super-sacred device had been destroyed. All of their elites, over ten thousand people, were massacred by a single attack. What did they have left!?

In the end, blood-curdling screeches came from the collapsing war bastion. Some people weren't dead yet and were attacking at all costs. But that ray of light flying over from Earth was too terrifying—it was formed entirely of order runes and was still pouring down over here in torrents. It had yet to stop.

"Who is it? Show yourself!" roared the dark saint. He let out a long howl as the lower half of his body disappeared and the upper half of his body was drenched in blood—it was a tragic sight to bear. Other than that, his right arm had disappeared, too, and his broken bones were gleaming.

As for his body, it was covered in wounds. His black robes had disappeared a long time ago. This was an old man with disheveled grey hair covering his face and eyes that were filled with incomparable rancor. He howled in anger as he charged out.

At this moment, the order runes twisted his left arm and it exploded into pieces, turning it into a bloody mist. That was because he was using that arm to open up a path to attack the surrounding order runes, but it was destroyed instead.

That old man wearing the bronze mask howled. He was in incomparable pain because the small remaining half of his body was filled with bloody holes. After that ray of light struck him, he almost died on the spot.

At this moment, many people in the starry sky sucked in a cold breath and were incomparably shocked. They recognized the identity of the old man after he lost his bronze mask—he was actually a saint from the Deity Race!

Pfft!

In the end, he crumbled and turned into a bloodstain. His entire being exploded right where he was, wiping out his body and soul entirely.

A saint was slaughtered!

Something like this happened before everyone's eyes!

A middle-aged man wearing a devil mask was howling. His mask exploded, revealing his real face. After which, black mist covered his body and churned as he protected himself in an attempt to escape alive.

But in the next moment, he exploded into pieces, too, because after that ray of light had struck him earlier on, he was on the verge of death. He was forcibly holding on in hopes of escaping and surviving, but in the end, he failed.

"He's a saint from the Netherworld Race!" someone cried out in shock.

Those few saints miserably shrieked and died in the war bastion. The massacre of saints was underway!