Myth Beyond Heaven



The entire arena became eerie silent when Yun Lintian's words came out. 

"Don't understand it?" Yun Lintian swept his gaze over the Shen Clan members and said with a faint smile. "I came here to help her take over your Mystic Auction House as a whole. And all of you have to serve her."

He looked straight at Shen Huang and said fearlessly. "That's including you."

Everyone was shocked stupidly upon hearing this. All eyes gathered on Yun Lintian as they couldn't believe what he had just spoken.

Meanwhile, Shan Mujin stared at Yun Lintian curiously. He couldn't comprehend the source of his confidence to openly threaten a God Emperor in such a manner.

"Presumptuous!" Shen Yin was the first to react. "How dare you act unruly in front of my grandpa!?"

He waved his hand and pointed at Yun Lintian. "Everyone, take him down!"

Instantly, Yun Lintian and Wu Qingcheng were surrounded by oppressive auras, as if hundreds of mountains were pressing down on them.

Wu Qingcheng's face turned pale as a white sheet, but she gritted her teeth, trying to endure it. She didn't know what kind of trump card Yun Lintian had in his hand, but she trusted him wholeheartedly. If they had to die here, she wouldn't blame him in the slightest.

Yun Lintian grabbed Wu Qingcheng's waist and pulled her close to him. As he looked at the crowd outside, his aura gradually seeped out of his body. "If you don't want to die, leave immediately."

Everyone glanced at each other in dismay. Many of them hesitated briefly and chose to leave directly. They didn't believe they could get anything under the God Emperors' noses. It was better to save their life instead of risking it.

Naturally, a lot of them chose to stay behind as they didn't believe Yun Lintian could do anything to them in this situation.

The Drunken Flower Monk was the one who jumped out first. His eyes were full of greed as he rushed toward Yun Lintian. He had already made the decision in his heart that he would take Yun Lintian away directly once he subdued him. As long as he could get the Beyond Heaven King's legacy, was there anyone he should be afraid of?

"Young Master?" Jun Leng asked attentively.

"Go." Shen Yu said calmly. His Divine Sense firmly locked on Yun Lintian, fearing the latter would escape.

After getting permission from her master, Jun Leng's figure immediately vanished from the place as she rushed to Yun Lintian's side.

"Patriarch?" Shen Yimu asked again. He felt that they should do something here.

"Wait and see," Shen Feng replied calmly.

Meanwhile, Shan Jinhao glanced at his father and asked through a sound transmission. "Father?"

"Do not worry. Let's see what he got first." Shan Mujin responded calmly. His eyes were fixated on Yun Lintian as if he didn't want to miss a single action from him.

Facing two powerful Divine Sovereigns, Yun Lintian's expression was calm and composed. He did not intend to avoid them as he raised his hand gently.

All of a sudden, purple lightning sparks flashed out of Yun Lintian's palm and blasted toward the Drunken Flower Monk and Jun Leng.

The Drunken Flower Monk sneered, and his arm emitted bloody-colored light as he punched toward the incoming lightning sparks.I think you should take a look at

On the contrary, a sense of uneasiness emerged in Jun Leng's heart. Instead of clashing the lightning sparks head-on, she chose to retreat, dodging them.

When the Drunken Flower Mon's fist was about to touch the lightning sparks, raging winds abruptly exploded from behind and transformed the original lightning sparks into thunderstorms. 

The Drunken Flower Monk's face changed slightly, but he didn't think it was a problem. Perhaps the greed in his heart blinded his judgment. "Hmph! A petty trick!"

BOOOM!

A deafening roar like explosions of a divine magnitude sounded. The entire stage was filled with scars and cracks, loose pieces that flew up almost immediately turned to dust.

Lightning and thunder, raging winds, and bloody lights… The arena was struck with three types of ranging powers. The spectator stands would probably have been buried among the three powers if it wasn't for the protection shielding them. 

"Argh!" All of a sudden, a miserable cry rang out amidst the explosion. The Drunken Flower Monk was standing in the eye of the thunderstorm, and his entire body was constantly burning by the raging thunder sparks.

The violent winds shredded the bloody barrier around him, allowing the thunder power to bombard his flesh and bones directly. 

Jun Leng, who retreated several kilometers away, looked at the scene in astonishment. She was aware of how powerful the Drunken Flower Monk was, but what did she see here? The Drunken Flower Monk couldn't even protect himself against the thunderstorm!… How could it be possible?

Shen Yu and the others were no exception. The thunderstorm Yun Lintian released looked nothing special, but the power within it was beyond their imagination. It shouldn't be something a peak Divine Origin Realm practitioner could display.

"Profound art dominance." Shan Mujin spoke up. "He is weaker than this monk in almost every aspect, but he can overwhelm the monk with his unique, profound art and the unusual lightning power… If I'm not wrong, that should be the White Tiger God's power."

Shan Mujin sighed softly and said further. "It truly deserves to be the strongest lightning power in the entire Divine Realm."

Shan Mujin's words startled everyone at the scene. Most of them had no idea Yun Lintian possessed the White Tiger God's bloodline.

Many people in the crowd were shaken upon seeing this scene. They changed their minds and quickly left the scene as fast as possible. Even the Drunken Flower Monk was turned into such a miserable state under Yun Lintian's hand. What about them?

At this moment, the White Dragon Spear appeared in Yun Lintian, and he immediately threw it at the Drunken Flower Monk.

The White Dragon Spear transformed into a thunder dragon midair and went straight into the Drunken Flower Monk's body in a flash.

Puff!

The Drunken Flower Monk's eyes widened in shock. He slowly lowered his head to look at his chest and saw a huge bloody hole.

Blood gushed out of the hole like a fountain, along with his vitality. The Drunken Flower Monk felt weak all over his body and seemed to see death slowly open for him.

He gritted his teeth and was about to release all of his power, but the view suddenly changed as his head flew into the air…

Bang!

The Drunken Flower Monk's head fell to the ground, rolling toward Shen Yin and stopping at his feet…