The greatest saint of all time!

Chapter 62 The Soul-Slaying Platform!

"As for Third Brother..."

"You shouldn't have done that, of all the things you should have done, you stole what was rightfully mine!"

"From childhood to adulthood, I've always been the emperor's favorite person!"

"But ever since you left the palace, Father has changed!"

"Now, I'm going to pass the throne to you, you good-for-nothing!"

"I refuse to accept this!"

Lu Ming roared hysterically.

That face, which was originally quite handsome, was now twisted like a demon.

"Since Father Emperor is biased, then... I'll take it back myself!"

"Let's do it!"

At his command, several figures reappeared on the walls surrounding the Prince's residence.

Three middle-aged men dressed in the attire of the Ziyang Sect swooped down like large birds, surrounding Lu Xuan in a triangular formation.

Behind them followed a dozen or so powerful Spirit Sea Realm warriors!

"Another Soul Platform Realm cultivator?!"

Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"I suppose all the Soul Platform Realm experts of the Great Yan Dynasty are having a meeting here at my Carefree Prince's Mansion tonight?"

While the Soul Platform Realm is merely the entry point of martial arts in sects, it is an extremely rare existence in secular dynasties. It is difficult to even see one on ordinary days, but tonight so many have suddenly appeared like cabbages!

"My three senior uncles, this is the kid."

Lu Ming cupped his hands in a respectful gesture toward the three middle-aged men, but his eyes revealed a hint of madness.

"Kill him, and the throne of Great Yan will be mine!"

"When the time comes, the offerings I promised to my fellow disciples will definitely be doubled!"

The middle-aged man with a long face, who was in the lead, glanced at Lu Xuan, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Is he the kid who received the inheritance of the Dharma Aspect Realm?"

"It doesn't look that great."

The other fat man chuckled.

"Don't worry, nephew. Now that we've taken your money, we'll handle this perfectly for you."

"As long as they do their jobs cleanly and don't let the gatekeepers find out, killing them is fine."

Upon hearing this conversation, Lu Xuan immediately understood.

It turns out they were just a few scoundrels from the outer sect of the Ziyang Sect.

Lu Ming was able to mobilize so many experts because he relied on his mother, who came from the Ziyang Sect!

"The Purple Sun Sect..."

Lu Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Since you've all come here to die, then I... will grant your wish!"

"Arrogant!"

The middle-aged man with the horse-like face was furious.

"How dare a mere junior who has just entered the Soul Platform Realm speak so arrogantly in front of us?"

"Junior brothers, let's attack together!"

"Let's finish this quickly, lest things get complicated!"

The three exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

Three terrifying auras of the mid-stage Soul Platform Realm erupted, transforming into three purple torrents that crushed towards Lu Xuan!

Instead of retreating, Lu Xuan advanced, and the Devouring Heaven Sword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious sword cry.

"I was just worried about having nowhere to test my sword!"

"Today, I will use the blood of you scoundrels to consecrate the sword in my hand!"

"boom!"

Three torrents of purple spiritual energy, like three vicious dragons, crashed fiercely into Lu Xuan.

These three were merely outer disciples of the Ziyang Sect, but being from a major sect, their skills and teamwork far surpassed those of the Lin family's assassins.

This single strike sealed off all of Lu Xuan's escape routes.

It's obvious they intend to kill with one blow!

"Your Highness!"

Shen Qiansan and Su Qinghuan were fighting a fierce battle when they saw this scene and couldn't help but cry out in shock, their eyes filled with despair.

After all, it was three mid-stage Soul Platform Realm experts working together.

No matter how extraordinary His Highness's talent is, it seems impossible for him to simultaneously contend with three experts whose cultivation is stronger than his.

Seeing this, Lu Heng, who was lying on the ground, also had a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, as if he had finally gotten his revenge.

"Third brother, this is your fate!"

A cruel smile crept onto Lu Ming's lips as he coldly muttered to himself, "It's all over."

However, just when everyone thought Lu Xuan was doomed.

A sudden hum of the sword's cry rang out.

A strange, jet-black sword light suddenly shot into the sky from the torrent of purple spiritual energy without warning!

At first glance, the sword light was not dazzling, and even seemed dim, but it exuded a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to devour everything!

"Heaven-Devouring Sword Technique, Soul Devouring!"

Lu Xuan let out a low shout, and the Devouring Heaven Sword in his hand suddenly trembled.

Immediately, the three torrents of spiritual energy that were originally so powerful and seemed capable of crushing everything disappeared without a trace after touching the black sword light, as if they had been thrown into the sea by mud!

"What?!"

Upon seeing this, the three disciples of the Ziyang Sect's expressions changed drastically.

They felt an extremely strange suction force coming back from the released spiritual energy, which began to frantically devour the original spiritual energy in their bodies!

"What...what kind of evil weapon is this?!"

The middle-aged man with the horse-like face screamed in terror, desperately trying to sever his connection with the spiritual energy.

"Strange?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan merely sneered, his figure moving like a ghost as he passed directly through the dissipating purple torrent, instantly appearing in front of the fat man.

"The really weird stuff is yet to come."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Xuan's Devouring Heaven Sword had already drawn a sharp, cold light.

"cut!"

Then, a chilling aura swept straight towards the fat man's throat.

"not good!"

The fat man was horrified.

In the chaos, he swiftly summoned a shield shaped like a tortoise shell and used it to block the attack in front of him.

This tortoise shell is a genuine mid-grade spiritual artifact, with astonishing defensive capabilities.

Logically speaking, even a full-force attack from a peak ninth-level Soul Platform Realm expert would be difficult to break through it.

However... in the face of the terrifying sharpness unleashed by the Devouring Heaven Sword, it was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

It exploded with a crisp sound.

The Devouring Heaven Sword continued its momentum, piercing the fat man's throat without any hindrance.

Bright red blood gushed out.

The fat man's eyes widened, and he instinctively covered his throat with both hands, making strange "hoarse" sounds.

He never imagined that he, a powerful expert at the Soul Platform Realm, would be unable to withstand even a single move from his opponent.

Upon seeing this, the remaining two people's eyes widened in fury.

"Third brother!"

"What kind of monster is this kid?!"

Lu Xuan drew his longsword expressionlessly.

The sword was spotless, and instead emitted an eerie red glow.

"Don't rush, it'll be your turn soon."

After absorbing the essence and spiritual power of a Soul Platform Realm expert, the Devouring Heaven Sword seemed to come alive, emitting bursts of excited buzzing sounds.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Lu Heng and Lu Ming, who were in the distance, were completely dumbfounded.

They never expected that, facing the combined attack of three Soul Platform Realm experts, Lu Xuan not only wasn't instantly killed, but instead managed to kill one of them!

Is this even human?!

"A monster...he's a monster!"

Lu Heng muttered to himself, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Lu Ming's face turned ashen.

"It's over..."

"Even the master Ziyang couldn't do anything to him?"

In the center of the battlefield, Lu Xuan stood with his sword in hand, his black hair dancing wildly, like a god of death emerging from hell.

His cold gaze swept over the remaining two, a bloodthirsty smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Who should go first?"

"First come, first served?"