Supreme God Emperor Chapter Vol 4 5262: Kill Tang Chouren

The Extreme Sword Art of the Wind proves truly overbearing, capable of easily slaying Dao Integration's three talents.

Yet against Dao Integration and Four Images Realm, it falls somewhat short.

This stems not from any lack of power in the Extreme Wind Sword Art itself, but because Mu Yun's mastery of it remains merely at the entry level.

Should he advance to small success, dispatching Four Images Realm experts would pose no challenge.

With that in mind, Mu Yun opted for his most skilled techniques to counter.

hum…

Abruptly, his Sword Heart's two realms fused with his body and the Sword of the Immovable Ming King.

Mu Yun achieved unity of body and mind.

His palm gripped tight, hoisting the Sword of the Immovable Ming King aloft.

"Cangsheng Slash."

One sword slashed forth.

Instantly, heaven and earth, time and space, all trembled violently.

Sword qi erupted like raging ocean waves, roaring across the skies and lands.

The Immovable Ming King Sword unleashed a thousand-zhang sword beam that shot skyward.

All onlookers witnessed clouds in the heavens twisting into a massive sword shape, one poised to shatter the mortal world.

This strike's might had surged to its utmost peak.

Tang Qiuren's gaze chilled at the sight.

Such power far exceeded what a Dao Integration martial artist should unleash.

Yet sadly for him... Mu Yun's sword descended.

Tang Qiuren growled lowly, clenching his fist as terrifying energy surged wildly.

"Bastard, go to hell!"

His form rocketed like a cannonball, soaring straight toward Mu Yun.

Between his balled fists brewed boundless Dao power, unleashing endless baleful auras at this instant.

That baleful qi nearly solidified into blood mist, enveloping Tang Qiuren's entire figure.

Numerous Tang family Dao Integration experts stood utterly stunned by this display.

"Blood Origin Myriad Techniques!"

"Patriarch, this is..."

"He's going all out!"

One Dao Integration elder cried out in shock.

This represented the Tang clan's inherited Dao formula, cultivable solely by each generation's patriarch.

It stood as the Tang family's most tyrannical and potent fourth-grade Dao art.

Now, Tang Qiuren unleashed it in desperation.

In the skies, his body transformed into a blood arrow piercing the heavens.

His palms thrust forward, endless crimson glows coalescing into twin blood-hued palm imprints—from one zhang, to three, ten, a hundred, a thousand zhang.

Two thousand-zhang blood palms blasted skyward.

Mu Yun's thousand-zhang sword qi got directly severed.

Keng! !

The next instant.

All eyes beheld it.

The pair of thousand-zhang palm prints clapped together abruptly, squarely halting the thousand-zhang sword energy.

Though Tang Qiuren's frame was tiny, the colossal aura he exuded blotted out the firmament.

Countless Tang clansmen thrilled at this spectacle.

Yet they also marveled at Mu Yun's formidable strength.

Mu Yun showed no surprise seeing Tang Qiuren block his Cangsheng Slash with bare hands.

"Old bastard, take the second sword!"

Mu Yun sneered, slashing with his sword once more.

"Qiankun Slash!"

Heaven and earth gathered anew into terrifying sword qi that swelled endlessly, its momentum climbing higher.

This horrifying sword energy appeared capable of ripping apart all demons, ghosts, serpents, and deities.

The sword qi converged, as if morphing into the cosmos itself—two phantom colossal sword beams merging as one.

The sword tip plunged straight from above.

boom! !

This blade cleaved directly toward the crown of Tang Qiuren's skull.

"Get lost!"

Tang Qiuren bellowed furiously, his whole body's surface erupting in blood light that formed a radiant beam, weaving into ceaseless blood streams.

Those crimson flows swirled and fused relentlessly, staving off Mu Yun's second sword strike.

At this juncture, high above the world, the two foes clashed across the void.

Mu Yun's two slashes utterly transcended one-dimensional realm limits. These were techniques he had long comprehended, perfectly attuned to him, erupting with maximal power.

One sword dropped, another rose to meet it.

Tang Qiuren's face twitched now.

This youth's two swords carried the very rhythm of heaven and earth, pressing him heavily.

But Tang Qiuren had no time to dwell.

Mu Yun's third sword arrived.

"All Souls Slash!"

A single sword burst forth like myriad spirit lights uniting, forging a thousand-foot giant sword that rent the void instantly, hurtling toward Tang Qiuren.

"Son of a bitch!"

Inside Tang Qiuren's body, his qi and blood churned violently, instantly manifesting a hundred-zhang qi and blood giant that loomed majestically in the sky.

Right now, this towering 100-zhang qi and blood giant radiated an unmatched, overwhelming aura.

Surrounding blood mist layered like scales, enveloping Tang Qiuren's form completely.

"Die!"

The thunderous roar echoed across the heavens and earth.

In that instant, countless invisible beams of light shot upward.

Mu Yun controlled his sword, slashing it downward with force.

Cangsheng Slash, Universe Slash, Ten Thousand Spirit Slash.

These three sword techniques.

By now, he had mastered them to perfection.

Combined with the dual realms of his kendo heart.

Their might soared to an incredible peak.

Kaka Kaka…

Slowly, fine fissures began emerging on the surface of Tang Qiuren's hundred-zhang form.

The pressure from the three massive swords grew ever more frightening.

This represented the swordsman's momentum buildup.

Once this buildup hit its limit, everything would change dramatically.

Click!

Abruptly, the fissures across Tang Qiuren's body widened rapidly.

Boom!!

As the cracks reached their utmost extent.

Sword light erupted wildly.

The hundred-zhang blood giant's body got pierced straight through by the three enormous swords.

A piercing wail tore through the world.

All onlookers witnessed the three giant swords impaling Tang Qiuren's body, pinning him lifeless in the air.

Mu Yun advanced toward Tang Qiuren step by step, declaring with icy arrogance: "For slaying my Yunge's defending city lord, your Tang family—I won't permit your surrender!"

One sword strike flew out.

Tang Qiuren's body burst apart.

Thus, the Daowen four-image realm expert perished at the hands of Mu Yun, who stood merely at the Daowen one-yuan realm.

The crowd stood utterly stunned!

Yet, the terror had only just begun.

With Tang Qiuren and Tang Yan both fallen, Tang Wenchuan alone held sway over the Tang family's fate.

However, witnessing Tang Yan's death and Tang Qiuren's slaying at this moment, Tang Wenchuan realized he stood no chance against Mu Yun.

Surrender!

Yes, surrender now!

Tang Wenchuan yelled without delay: "Pavilion Master Mu Yun, I, Tang Wenchuan, willingly surrender and pledge to join Yunge."

"No need!"

From his lofty position in the sky, Mu Yun replied coldly: "I merely wish to declare to all that killers of my Yun Pavilion face no mercy."

"Anyone bearing the Tang surname shall be eradicated!"

"Even should the Tang family submit, Yunge accepts only those without the Tang name!"

These words instantly drained the color from Tang Wenchuan's face.

"Mu Yun, such actions will incite the wrath of the masses!"

Mu Yun sneered, retorting, "Public wrath? The Tang family, the Tigers Gang—I, Mu Yun, dictate their fate!"

With a single commanding shout.

Mu Yun strode forward, gripping the unmoving Mingwang sword, and struck down Tang Wenchuan.

As long as the surname was Tang, none would survive!

Warriors not of the Tang line who surrendered would be spared.

At this juncture, the Daowen three talents, two ceremonies, and one yuan realm powerhouses gazed upon Mu Yun as if beholding a demon.

Even the Sixiang Realm patriarchs fell to the blade of the One Yuan Realm Yunge Pavilion Master Mu Yun—how could they possibly stand against him?

"Everyone, stay calm!"

Tang Wenchuan bellowed suddenly at that moment.