Peerless Taoist

In the next moment, the golden palm print smashed fiercely onto the Bloody Buddha Bell.    

After this formidable and boundless magic treasure suffered a thunderous strike, it instantly transformed into a pile of scrap metal in the blink of an eye.    

Yan Diming was shocked. He'd only just made a move, yet the magic treasure had actually been crippled by the other party.    

"Who exactly are you!?" Yan Diming let out a howl.    

The loss of his magic treasure made his heart ache, but what shocked him even more was the strength that Lu Yu had displayed. That kind of terrifying power that was above all the gods and buddhas in the nine heavens made him lack the courage to resist.    

From the initial contempt, Yan Diming instantly felt horrified. It wasn't a coincidence that the Blood Poison King was killed, as he possessed an incomparably powerful strength.    

At this point, Yan Diming didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned around and left.    

He turned into a wisp of black mist and was about to leave, but Lu Yu was even faster. He punched out, and Yan Diming's body instantly shattered.    

The spectators below cried out in shock. They had just killed the supreme elder of the Yan Family with a single punch.    

Yan Diming's soul came out of his shattered body and left while screaming.    

"All of you, attack! Kill him!"    

Yan Diming roared furiously. Five hundred thousand cultivators of the Yan Family rushed out from behind him and swarmed toward him.    

The crowd that blotted out the sky and covered the earth surged over like a swarm of bees. It was pitch black, and it gave others a boundlessly oppressive feeling.    

Lu Yu's lonely figure seemed incomparably lonely in this sea of people.    

Two dragon-like spiritual energies were sucked into Lu Yu's breath. Thunderous sounds were heard from his chest, and Lu Yu let out an angry cry.    

Divine Dragon Heavenly Melody!    

A shadow of a golden dragon was hovering behind Lu Yu.    

The heaven and earth was filled with a powerful dragon roar. This was not the strength of the facial features king. A Heavenly Venerate cultivation level using this kind of martial skill was a completely crushing existence.    

Rumble! Rumble rumble rumble!    

Between the heavens and the earth, there was only this vast and mighty dragon roar that shook unceasingly between the heavens and the earth.    

The surrounding mountains collapsed one after another. Countless boulders were unable to withstand this immense pressure and shattered one after another.    

Large groups of Yan Clan cultivators were unable to attack or defend themselves in time. They were immediately struck by the ferocious sound waves and exploded one after another. Their flesh and souls were unable to escape and were reduced to ashes.    

Five hundred thousand people, how many were there? However, under the indiscriminate attack of the Divine Dragon Sound, the sky was dyed in blood.    

This roar continued for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.    

When the Divine Dragon Heavenly Melody disappeared, there were no longer any Yan Family cultivators standing in front of Lu Yu. Corpses and pieces of corpses fell from the sky, forming a rain of blood.    

The long river flowed. The thick scent of blood permeated the gurgling water, turning it into pure blood.    

In the blink of an eye, this place had become a purgatory. Five hundred thousand people died in blood, half of the sky was dyed red.    

Lu Yu let out a deep breath. Like a god of slaughter, he stepped on countless corpses and approached Yan Diming.    

Yan Diming had gone mad. Seeing this scene, he had lost all reason.    

What kind of power was this?    

Even if this young man was a god, he possessed such a terrifying power.    

The Divine Dragon Heavenly Melody just now had also affected his soul that had escaped, turning it into a mess. Now that he had finally recovered, he turned around and fled.    

"When your Yan Family betrayed me, did you ever think that you would end up like this today?" Lu Yu's voice was bone-chilling cold.    

Yan Diming became even more terrified when he heard this. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in the blink of an eye. Finally, a familiar figure appeared in his mind.    

That figure was also standing on an endless sea of blood and mountains of corpses. His invincible figure gradually merged with the young figure in front of him.    

"Nether Daolord..."    

Yan Di Ming's voice was trembling.    

But soon after, a huge explosion filled his mind, and a wisp of sword qi pierced through his soul.    

The powerful sword qi cut him into pieces.