Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Chu Xuanzhe felt Song Yang's gaze on him, accompanied by those cold words. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and ask, almost stammering: "This brother and I have no complaints. Why do you want to kill me?"

"After all, if you kill me, you'll offend the entire Celestial Sword Sect."

"Oh, you're threatening me?" Song Yang only replied with a smile, but for Chu Xuanzhe, at that moment, that smile was terrifying.

'Damn it, I've never offended this guy, why would he try to kill me as soon as we met?' Chu Xuanzhe quickly thought of all the people he had already offended.

And that list wasn't short. After all, with the power of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he is usually arrogant and domineering.

But he's sure he didn't offend this demon in front of him!

"Brother, I didn't dare threaten you. I'm just arguing that it's not worth offending an entire sect on my account, just treat me like a fart," Chu Xuanzhe continued desperately trying to prevent Song Yang from killing him.

Where is the arrogant and domineering Chu Xuanzhe now?

But after all, it's reasonable. He's already used his life-saving trump card, which was easily interrupted by that shadow standing respectfully next to Song Yang.

He knows that this shadow probably has a strength comparable to his father's, or even superior to his own, from the way he handled the sword talisman.

If this person is so respectful of Song Yang, how noble would Song Yang's identity be? He feared that even if his father appeared, he wouldn't be able to save him.

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At this point, he had practically accepted his death, but he only had one last wish: to know why Song Yang wanted to kill him.

As for running away? Well... from the moment Song Yang's gaze fell on the Lunar Storm Lion, this useless mount fell from the sky and lay trembling on the ground.

After all, this beast has already reached the royal level and possesses great intelligence. He knows that Song Yang's strength is incomparable.

"Brother, as far as I know, I've never offended you. Why do you want to kill me?" Chu Xuanzhe asked hesitantly, certain that he had never offended Song Yang in his life.

"Well, since you're going to die, I don't need to hide it anymore," Song Yang said with his usual smile on his face. He took out a dark token with the name 'Shura Palace' in blood red. After showing the token, he finally continued: "Someone bought your life!"

"Shura Palace," Chu Xuanzhe let slip when he saw the token, immediately after which he said, "How much did you pay for my life? I'll pay double."

But all he got in response was Song Yang, with a five-colored halo, instantly appearing in front of him. That was the last image he saw before his vision went dark forever.

Mission successfully accomplished!

Song Yang then took an engraving crystal from his spatial ring and took a 'picture' of Chu Xuanzhe's body. He then accessed his token on the spatial ring and marked Chu Xuanzhe's mission as completed.

"Now for my favorite part," Song Yang smiled slightly and began to perform the Supreme Devouring Sutra.

The moment Song Yang began to perform the technique, the bodies of Yang Yaorui and Chu Xuanzei disintegrated and transformed into a brilliant white light, flowing towards Song Yang.

"My talent is much stronger," murmured Song Yang as he observed his physique. Every time he absorbed a corpse's residual energy and stored it in the death space, he also absorbed the corpse's talent, thus merging it with his own.

After storing all the energy, he waved his hands and the two space rings that were lying on the ground flew towards his hand.

"What fucking luck," Song Yang couldn't help but curse before he was ecstatic to see something in Chu Xuanzhe's space ring.

He was only going to look at it as a routine, but who would have thought that in Chu Xuanzhe's spatial ring there was a complete Great Saint level technique.

Great Saint level sword technique!

'How could a young master from a small Heavenly Sword Sect possess something so valuable?' Song Yang thought. 'Don't talk about the young master from the Heavenly Sword Sect; even the emperor of the Bihai Dynasty might not be able to have such a technique. Even the two holy lands would consider this technique a supreme sect treasure.'

With this thought in mind, Song Yang took the technique out of the spatial ring and immediately noticed that it was written on an extremely ancient stone, appearing to have been written with sacred laws.

Heavenly Sword Technique!

"Oh?" Seeing that name, Song Yang was a little confused. Wasn't that the technique Yang Yaorui had used before? He was sure that it wasn't a Great Saint level technique.

But his doubts were soon dispelled, as he discovered that the technique written on the ancient stone had three sword movements, while the one Yang Yaorui used only had a single movement. It was clear that Yang Yaorui was practicing an incomplete technique.

'But if the Heavenly Sword Sect possesses such a treasure, why would Chu Xuanzhe carry it with him?' Song Yang was still a little confused. 'Not to mention carrying the technique with him; even if it was just to learn, I'm afraid he wouldn't be qualified.'

Because if it was a sect treasure, probably only the Sect Master would be qualified to learn it. After all, if it were to spread, it would probably cause a bloodbath throughout the eastern region.

'Unless Chu Xuanzhe found some sect heirloom and didn't report it to the sect,' Song Yang continued in deep thought. 'Because if he had reported it, at most he would be allowed to learn the technique, he would never be able to walk around with it.

'Never mind, it doesn't matter how he did it. What matters is that this technique is now with me and I finally have a good sword technique," Song Yang muttered to himself with satisfaction.