Clashing Head-On with the Immortal Golden Body

The twenty Heavenly Sovereigns of the Futu Ancient Clan overhead also heard Futu Yijing's words.

Although they had to consider relations between the two clans and could not laugh aloud, they could not hide the amusement in their eyes, and their gazes softened as they looked at Futu Yijing.

Qing Xuan, an elder of the Qing Lineage, looked at Futu Yijing with a gleam in her eyes.

Two hundred years without seeing this fellow, and his tongue was still just as venomous. He hadn't changed at all.

Maha You's expression turned extremely ugly. Everyone around him wore a smile. Perhaps they feared the Maha Ancient Clan's power and dared not laugh aloud, but that still infuriated him beyond measure. Killing intent surged in his eyes. He would make the fellow before him pay.

"Sharp-tongued brat!" The Heavenly Sovereign from the Maha Ancient Clan looked grim as the pressure of his spiritual energy surged toward Futu Yijing.

Futu Yijing's gaze turned cold and sharp as he looked at that Heavenly Sovereign.

"This is the Futu Ancient Clan, not a place for you to run wild!" Futuo Xuan snorted coldly, sending the terrifying pressure of his spiritual energy crashing down on that Heavenly Sovereign.

The Heavenly Sovereign let out a muffled grunt, clearly overwhelmed by Futuo Xuan's spiritual pressure.

At the same time, terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from the other Heavenly Sovereigns of the Futu Ancient Clan overhead. Although considerably weaker than Futuo Xuan's, it was no less oppressive.

Every guest from the surrounding superpowers felt their scalp prickle.

"Since your Maha Ancient Clan wishes to spar with us, let me see just how capable you are." Futuo Xuan's expression was cold and sharp, his words laced with icy killing intent.

Futu Yijing turned his gaze back to Maha You, contempt in his eyes.

"Daring to provoke us on my Futu Ancient Clan's turf has already told me your brain doesn't work too well. Now let me see whether your body can take a beating."

As he spoke, an immense aura erupted from Futu Yijing, carrying a thick surge of blood energy that swept through heaven and earth.

"Arrogant!" Maha You roared furiously, his eyes wide like a wrathful vajra guardian. An equally vast aura poured from him, confronting Futu Yijing's.

Those around them could clearly tell that Futu Yijing's aura was much stronger than Maha You's, and sharper as well.

Judging by their auras alone, it was obvious who held the advantage.

But an aura alone could not determine the outcome of a battle.

The members of the Futu Ancient Clan were not the least bit worried that their young master would lose. He was a ruthless man who had ventured alone to the Saint Abyss Continent to hunt the Outer Realm Evil Clan while still a lower earthly sovereign. The earthly sovereigns who had died at his hands, lined up end to end, might stretch longer than Maha You's lifespan.

Although taking two hundred years to advance from lower earthly sovereign to complete earthly sovereign was a considerably slower rate of cultivation progress for their young master, when it came to combat, no one in the earthly sovereign realm could last even a single exchange against him.

Besides, the difficulty of advancing from earthly sovereign to heavenly sovereign was like crossing a heavenly chasm. Their young master's becoming a Demon-Slayer King of the Great Thousand Palace showed that he had spent the vast majority of those two hundred years fighting on the battlefield. Presumably, he had focused on hunting demons and somewhat neglected advancing his cultivation.

Even if their impression of their young master remained frozen two hundred years in the past, that did nothing to diminish their confidence in Futu Yijing. The sight of him sweeping through all opposition, and his invincible bearing back then, had long since been etched into their minds.

On the White Jade Platform, Futu Yijing stood with his hands behind his back. Violent spiritual energy howled around him, sending his long hair streaming in the wind. His entire body was full of openings, as though he paid Maha You no heed at all.

"Arrogant fool, you'll pay for your arrogance!"

Seeing Futu Yijing's stance, Maha You could no longer suppress the fury in his chest and launched the first attack.

His figure closed in on Futu Yijing at ghostlike speed. In a single breath, he appeared before him and raised his hand to throw a punch.

The punch was blindingly fast, its fist wrapped in violent spiritual energy as it shot straight toward Futu Yijing's face.

Futu Yijing showed no intention of dodging. He raised his fist in an instant, spiritual energy erupting from his body as a dragon's roar rang through heaven and earth, its echoes lingering.

"True Dragon Precious Technique-True Dragon Fist!"

In the most direct confrontation, fist met fist. Their fists collided, then separated after only an instant of contact.

A figure flew backward, his back slamming heavily into the White Jade Platform.

That figure wore black-and-white robes. It was clearly Maha You.

An uproar swept through the crowd. They had not expected the difference between the two to become apparent after a single blow.

Maha You's eyes, one black and one white, stared fixedly at Futu Yijing. His expression was so dark it seemed about to drip water, and a vicious light flickered in his gaze.

"An ordinary complete earthly sovereign who took one of my punches head-on might already have gone to meet the Buddha, yet you haven't even bled. That confirms one thing for me: you seem pretty good at taking a beating. I wonder whether you can endure what comes next."

As he spoke, Futu Yijing pressed forward. His figure flickered, and in an instant he stood before Maha You.

Without the slightest pause, he drove another heavy punch into Maha You.

That punch made Maha You spray a mouthful of blood, every drop splashing squarely across Futu Yijing's face and lending his handsome, heroic features a touch of ferocity.

Seeing Futu Yijing raise his hand again, Maha You hurriedly mobilized his spiritual energy. A Supreme Dharma Body radiating purple-gold light, its surface covered in ancient purple-gold patterns, suddenly appeared on the White Jade Platform. The Dharma Body swung its fist at Futu Yijing.

This Dharma Body was the precursor to the Eternal Undying Body: the Immortal Golden Body.

Futu Yijing did not retreat in the slightest, instead throwing another punch straight at the incoming fist.

With his flesh-and-blood body, he clashed head-on with a Supreme Dharma Body.

Fool! Maha You sneered inwardly at the sight.

Yet the outcome was not what he had imagined. Futu Yijing was not sent flying by his head-on clash with the Immortal Golden Body; he was merely forced back several hundred meters.

The sight made everyone present widen their eyes.

After all, what Futu Yijing had exchanged blows with was the Immortal Golden Body. If ranked, it could place among the top fifteen of the Ninety-Nine Grade Supreme Dharma Body rankings.

Having retreated several hundred meters, Futu Yijing shook his numb arm. Clearly, that clash had not been as effortless for him as it appeared.

In the end, flesh and blood still could not overpower a Supreme Dharma Body.

Futu Yijing, who believed in "attack without defense, unrivaled beneath the heavens," had tempered his physical body to a very high level through countless battles. Even so, clashing head-on with the Immortal Golden Body was still a considerable strain.

Still, what he had accomplished was already enough to shock everyone.

Futu Yijing swept his right hand, and the Long Spear appeared out of thin air. As he grasped it, terrifying blood energy erupted from his body and shot straight into the sky.

"Now the second half begins." Futu Yijing's voice was calm, without the slightest hint that anything was amiss.