"Kid, you forced my hand. I hadn't wanted to go this far, but now it seems that was nothing more than wishful thinking. Since you won't let me have an easy time, I won't let you have one either."
The man looked extremely embarrassed at this moment. After all, he was a peak Martial Saint, yet he couldn't even handle a mere Martial Apprentice. If word of this got out, where would that leave his dignity?
At this thought, he hesitated no longer. A formidable power began surging within his body!
"Can't be careless. I can't act rashly. I need to wait a little longer. This ultimate move needs some time to build up."
With that thought, he didn't hesitate in the slightest. The power throughout his body circulated through his meridians, assaulting a hidden barrier.
"Open all eight meridians for me!"
He sank his qi into his dantian and united his waist and legs. A mighty force rampaged through his body like a ferocious beast.
"If once isn't enough, I'll do it twice. If twice isn't enough, then three times. No matter what, I have to break through it completely."
Staring fixedly at the youth before him, he held nothing back now and had no more hesitation. He knew that if this continued, he would lose his life.
"Kid, just wait. I'll show you how I deal with you in a moment."
With a crack, a strange sound rang out. Immediately afterward, it was as if stormy seas had been stirred up, and a powerful aura descended.
"Use whatever tricks you have. If you don't use them now, you won't get the chance later. Do you think you're the only one watching me? You should know that others are watching me too—you just don't know it."
Ye Yang glanced around and had already noticed something amiss!
"Just as I thought. I can't believe they're still trying to play this trick in front of me. It's utterly ridiculous."
It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but one glance gave him a terrible shock. Several powerful auras were focused on this place. The moment they discovered him at a disadvantage, they would pounce like a pack of wolves and tear him to pieces.
"Kid, stop spouting nonsense. There's only me here. Where would these other people come from? You're not trying to trick me, are you?"
In his fury, the man became unstoppable. Even though Ye Yang's Soul-Reaping Sword flowed flawlessly from one sword move into the next, the man still seized an opening and thrust his sword straight through.
One force could overcome ten techniques. He was relying on his realm to suppress Ye Yang, ensuring that Ye Yang had no chance to rise. Once he gained the upper hand, he pressed forward step by step. His entire body seemed like a fleeting bloom of a night-blooming cereus, displaying its final dazzling radiance.
"I told you, you're still lacking just a little. You can't hold on any longer, can you?"
Ye Yang appeared to be actively defending himself, but in reality, he was making the necessary preparations, guarding against his opponent suddenly launching a deadly attack.
There was a thunderous boom.
At this moment, he did not hesitate at all. He struck out with his sword, Sword Qi forcing its way forward. Just when he thought he had Ye Yang firmly in his grasp, a fist suddenly smashed toward his face!
The seemingly weak fist suddenly swelled explosively, its power surging like a storm and radiating an invincible might!
"Seeking death! You forced me into this!"
The mysterious man was so enraged he nearly spat blood. Every time he seemed to seize the initiative, he ended up in an extremely sorry state!
Only he knew the truth of the situation. He had raised the sword in his hand before himself while simultaneously condensing layer upon layer of barriers from his astral qi!
"Bang..."
In that split second, his so-called defenses were utterly useless. A single punch sent him flying!
With a clang!
Nine consecutive impacts became eighteen in a row, each louder than the last. When the eighteen consecutive strikes of the Mountain Shattering Fist erupted from Ye Yang's hands, they displayed the might of a divine technique!
"Bang, bang, bang..."
After being sent flying by a punch, the man had not even landed when Ye Yang transformed into a remnant shadow, teleported before him, and delivered another punch, treating him like a human punching bag.
More than a dozen moves in succession—every move deadly, every punch sinking into flesh. The overwhelming force completely beat him to death!
"Mountain Shattering Fist, Nine-Nine Returns to One!"
With one punch, then two, countless fist shadows filled the space before the man. Eighty-one punches struck out in succession. When the eighty-one punches merged into one, the entire fist's power underwent a heaven-shaking transformation!
"Young hero, stop!"
In that instant, the man had completely lost control of his body. He became frantic, and his eyes dimmed until they were utterly lifeless!
"Isn't it a little too late to beg for mercy now?"
Punch after punch, eighty-one punches merging into one—the power of this move could overturn heaven and earth. Neither gods nor Buddhas could stop it!
"It's all over. Accept your fate!"
Ye Yang had not wanted to make things too difficult for him, but his opponent had repeatedly crossed the line and tried to take his life. He had no choice but to fight back with everything he had!
One punch was invincible, its momentum unstoppable. It made the man feel the threat of death. If that punch struck his flying palace, he would meet King Yama on the spot!
"Boom!"
Beneath that punch, gods were slain if they blocked the way, and Buddhas were slain if they stood in the path. The man's body twisted violently, swelling one moment and contracting the next, plunging him into excruciating agony.
Even with the cultivation of a peak Martial Saint, being struck by a punch from Ye Yang was anything but bearable.
The instant their bodies came into contact, a terrifying force rampaged through him. This was the power of the Martial Master realm, the extreme limit of martial cultivation—the force of the Mountain Shattering Fist driven by the Supreme Realm.
One moment he swelled, the next he shrank. In just a few seconds, he experienced the agony of falling from heaven into hell.
"Die!" Ye Yang's expression was cold. From the moment he launched his attack to the instant it smashed into the man, everything had already been decided. His final fate was sealed.
"Kid, I'll die together with you! You forced me into this."
His expression twisted hideously, his face filled with unbearable pain. He directly detonated his cultivation and the Great Dao he had cultivated!
With a boom, he exploded completely! Terrifying power erupted—extreme compression followed by extreme release, creating a massive contrast.
"You want to fight me to the death? That depends on whether you have the qualifications. Since you're so stubborn and refuse to repent, I'll refine you completely."
Ye Yang spoke, and the laws followed his word. The Invincible Sword Domain unfolded directly, enclosing the power of the man's explosion within an extreme range.
The Primordial Chaos Creation Art began circulating wildly. At the same time, the Primordial Chaos Pagoda completely absorbed the energy between heaven and earth. Even the energy from the man's self-detonation was swallowed by Ye Yang like all rivers flowing into the sea.
The Dao of the Supreme Realm was on the verge of breaking through under these circumstances. With a thunderous boom, tribulation clouds churned above the nine heavens, as if a pair of eyes in the firmament had turned toward this place.
"Not good. Could I be about to break through again? Never mind that for now. I'll lay a solid foundation first."
The power within his body was being compressed frantically. As it brewed, it nourished his body in return. Once his Supreme Body absorbed this energy, it would undergo another super-evolution.
"Wait a moment. This is too terrifying. Is this kid a devil? Why is he so powerful? He can even refine the power of the Great Dao from his opponent's self-detonation?"
"Terrifying—simply too terrifying. I never expected him to have hidden himself so deeply. He had already broken through and reached the Martial Master realm. I just didn't expect him to draw down the Heavenly Tribulation!"
Those familiar with the craft could see the underlying principles, while outsiders only watched the spectacle. In battles between experts, victory or defeat could hinge on the slightest margin. In the blink of an eye, this so-called expert, this so-called powerhouse, had vanished into ashes.
"What? How did this kid manage that?"
In a most mysterious assassin organization branch of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion in White Cloud City of Central Province, a white-clothed middle-aged man was cultivating in seclusion inside a secret chamber. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
"Good kid, you really are something. It seems I still underestimated you."
With a crack, the life tablet before him shattered, instantly becoming dim and lifeless.
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