The Might of Divine Strike, White Lotus Cleaved!

The burly man A Jia was possessed by the Scarlet Essence. Black talismans covered his entire body, flickering with an eerie gleam. His massive frame stood like an iron tower. Looking at the youth who had vanished into the ruins, he bared his teeth in a bloodthirsty grin, his face full of contempt.

"Nothing special."

Wu Yan drifted down beside A Jia. Casting a sidelong glance toward where Chen Yan had disappeared, he asked coldly:

"Is he dead?"

"Maybe."

A Jia shrugged carelessly.

But as he spoke, A Jia suddenly paused. His manner immediately turned respectful as he lowered his head and asked:

"Would killing this youth harm your plans, Incense Master?"

"It won't."

Wu Yan's gaze was icy as he gave a slight nod. Looking down upon everything around him, he said loftily:

"The plan is already underway. The death of one or two stray cats and dogs won't affect anything."

"Then this subordinate can rest easy."

A Jia nodded respectfully.

"Let's go."

After glancing at the ruins, Wu Yan turned and left without looking back.

"Yes!"

A Jia answered deferentially and followed close behind.

But just then—

A low chant, like a murmur in a dream, rose from the ruins.

"I invite Emperor Guan to descend upon my body."

"Swiftly... as the law decrees!"

Buzz!

A soft hum rang out in every direction!

The next moment.

Light!

Golden light!

A beam of golden radiance formed from countless golden grains shot skyward from the ruins, illuminating all around.

In an instant, it was like a golden sword piercing through the night.

That golden light could be seen clearly even from over ten miles away.

The Mountain Creek residents watching from afar took it for a divine miracle. They fell to their knees and began kowtowing.

Wu Yan and the burly A Jia, who had been about to leave, both halted and abruptly turned back toward the source of that golden light.

The cold wind swept fallen leaves through the air.

A youthful figure wreathed in golden light slowly stepped out from the ruins.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Heavy, powerful footsteps beat against everyone's hearts like drumbeats.

Seeing the youth's golden face, Wu Yan's pupils contracted.

"This is..."

Bathed in golden light, Chen Yan's gaze was cold as water as he looked at Wu Yan. His clear, frigid voice rang out:

"Did I say you could leave?"

At that moment, golden light blazed and Blood Qi gathered. One golden and one crimson radiance intertwined, like firelight staining the surroundings red.

Chen Yan exhaled a stream of icy breath, but his heart burned hot.

Using the first-rank Divine Strike Technique without holding anything back, even Chen Yan himself did not know just how strong he had become.

He only knew that from his limbs to his torso, from his organs to the great dragon of his spine, from the sinews knotted and coiled like dragons to the ceaselessly rushing, scorching blood—

All of it contained boundless, majestic power.

That Incense and Fire Prayer Power was like gasoline, poured onto Chen Yan's body, already blazing like a fierce fire, and turning it into an even more ferocious inferno!

Scorching!

Burning!

Searing!

Chen Yan felt that everything before him had become fragile. With every gesture, he seemed able to smash apart all that he saw. Even the earth beneath his feet, he could stomp straight through with a single step!

"I have a technique called Divine Strike!"

At that instant, Chen Yan had only one thought.

To use the saber in his hand to slaughter the two men before him.

With a lethal weapon in hand, killing intent arose of its own accord!

A chilling killing intent, cold enough to take substance, congealed in the air.

Even Wu Yan, lofty as he was, felt his eyelid twitch when he met the youth's icy gaze, and a trace of gravity rose in his heart.

When the burly A Jia met that cold gaze, his heart went cold, and he unconsciously took a step back.

Yet it was precisely that step that immediately made A Jia fly into a rage from shame.

Fury burned in his savage eyes as he glared fixedly at the youth bathed in golden light and said coldly:

"You little bastard, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"Die!"

A furious roar brimming with boundless killing intent rang out.

A Jia's enormous body crashed forward like a giant truck. His huge feet slammed into the ground with muffled booms like war drums.

His rampaging bulk smashed apart everything in its path. Airwaves billowed, and his momentum was terrifying.

Among the Mountain Creek residents watching from afar, some of the more timid ones went weak in the legs and collapsed to the ground, warmth spreading between their legs.

Facing the ferocious, twisted-looking A Jia charging at him, Chen Yan showed not the slightest hint of retreat. Instead, endless fighting spirit surged in his eyes.

Chen Yan took one step forward, his body shooting out like a cannonball.

His feet struck the bluestone pavement. With every step, the stone bricks burst apart, the earth caved in, and cold, hard dirt and sand sprayed into the air.

"Good!"

His clothes billowed in the wind, his long hair streamed wildly, and an utterly violent killing intent flashed between his brows.

Old Daoist Liu, Zhao Gang, and the others, who had only just arrived outside the battlefield, stared at the youth in shock.

When had the youth become so strong?!

Old Daoist Liu in particular had watched the youth grow step by step from an utterly ordinary Blood Qi Realm cultivator into someone so formidable that even he felt alarmed.

On the battlefield.

As Chen Yan ran, he felt as though the strength in his body was nearly inexhaustible. He could unleash it freely without the slightest weakness, instead filled with the exhilaration of release.

His utterly violent killing intent was laid bare at this moment.

Yet the more Chen Yan was like this, the more A Jia's fury blazed.

"You little bastard, you deserve to die!"

The instant killing intent flashed in his eyes, A Jia stomped the bluestone ground to pieces and charged before the youth. He raised his huge iron fist high, then smashed it down fiercely like an iron hammer breaking an enemy formation.

True Force erupted!

"Kill!"

Bang!

Like thunder exploding from level ground.

The fist wind tore through the air, and the currents exploded.

Sharp-eyed people such as Old Daoist Liu and Wu Yan could even see faint ripples trembling through the air. As the punch swept across, clusters of white airwaves burst open around it.

Even Chen Yan, empowered by the Divine Strike Technique, felt a flicker of turbulence in his heart when facing that savage blow.

But he felt no fear, nor did he show the slightest intention of dodging or yielding.

Instead, he drove his feet hard into the ground, making his already tremendous speed surge by another thirty percent.

And Chen Yan's hand had long since gripped the hilt of the Fish Dragon Saber.

"Clang—"

Blade scraped against scabbard. Amid the piercing friction, a chilling saber gleam tore through the air, carrying the force to split wind and thunder as it slashed heavily toward that descending giant fist.

"Clang!!!"

The next instant, a deafening clash of metal erupted down the long street, like muffled thunder detonating.

"What?!"

A Jia's pupils suddenly shrank. He felt a terrifying force surge toward him like mountains toppling and seas overturning. That violent, immense power was even stronger than his True Force, and his expression changed drastically as towering waves crashed through his heart!

As a True Force Realm Martial Master and a White Lotus Dao Soldier, A Jia believed that even a Grandmaster would be inferior to him in raw strength.

How could a mere youth at the Third Blood Qi Realm possibly do this?!

Yet the only answer he received was the youth's voice, icy as if it had risen from the Nine Nether Hells:

"Die for me!!!"

Words that seemed to take physical form, vast killing intent crashed into A Jia's heart in an instant. His eyes stung, and his heart thundered in his chest.

Having not felt the threat of death for a long time, today, at this very moment, he finally sensed death's breath once more.

"You little bastard!"

A Jia gritted his teeth and roared, throwing a full-force punch.

He could no longer worry about anything else.

Because at this moment, either Chen Yan died, or he did.

However...

A saber gleam of utterly brutal slaughter descended.

Descending with it was a blinding golden light that illuminated all around.

"Boom—"

A mountain-crushing, sea-shattering force spread from his wrist to his arm and shoulder, exploding across every part of his body in the blink of an eye.

"No!!!"

Swept up by that terrifying force, A Jia let out a roar filled with boundless fury and unwillingness.

Then—

He exploded.

Bang!

A mist of blood and blood melted by Blood Qi splashed across the silent long street.

White Lotus Dao Soldier A Jia was dead!

PS: Such a climactic chapter—asking for monthly votes isn't too much, right, brothers!!!