Xiang Yun slowly rose to his feet, an endlessly domineering presence spreading around him. His Tyrant Body Ancestral Form emerged, and his body continued to grow.
In the end, he even broke through the Qiankun Battle Body's current limit of three zhang, reaching a height of five zhang.
His presence rolled outward, and his true intent of dominance drove all the surrounding Nirvana Qi away. Even the heavy Nirvana Qi had to retreat before such power.
This was what he had gained over this period. Whenever he activated the Tyrant Body Ancestral Form, his body would grow at the same time.
The power of the Tyrant Body Ancestral Form was amplified as well. At the same time, layers of fine scales covered his body, and the power of heaven and earth seemed to flow through them.
With the Heavenly Tyrant Body at its core, it combined numerous physical powers, including the Primordial Battle Body's boost to Qi and blood and the divine abilities of the Qiankun Battle Body.
Moreover, because its foundation was the power of the Heavenly Tyrant Body, the pressure previously brought on by the Qiankun Boundless Body had instead disappeared, even though he had expanded to such a degree.
"The first level of the Heavenly Battle Body was formed by combining the third level of the Primordial Battle Body with the sixth level of the Qiankun Battle Body."
Xiang Yun exhaled softly, but that single breath broke through the Nirvana Qi. His body returned to its usual form.
The presence around him had somehow become much more harmonious. The Primordial Battle Body's surging Qi and blood and the Qiankun Battle Body's vastness and breadth had now disappeared.
Only pure dominance remained, a dominance that pressed ever forward and was indestructible.
The Primordial Battle Body was formed from the Primordial Ancestral Symbol and pursued the supreme power of the desolate earth. The Qiankun Battle Body imitated heaven and earth, drawing on their vastness and breadth.
Both sought to reach the heights of heaven and earth with a human body, and that was also the underlying principle of many body-refining martial arts. In their view, how could the human body possibly compare to heaven, earth, and all things?
But Xiang Yun sought nothing outside himself, looking inward instead. If he only imitated heaven and earth, he would lose the true essence of the Tyrant Body.
The Heavenly Tyrant Body.
It meant battling the heavens step by step with a human body. The Heavenly Tyrant Body was not a child of heaven, but a child who defied heaven.
"Not bad. I've grown stronger again."
Xiang Yun casually clenched his hand, and the air burst with a pop in his palm. If he stepped onto the Primordial Battle Platform again now,
going all out, he should be able to make Xiang Huang admit defeat in three punches. In a life-and-death fight, of course, two moves would be enough.
In a battle to the death, Xiang Yun would certainly use the World Tree.
One sweep of the World Tree, followed by one move of the Heavenly Tyrant Fist.
Xiang Yun turned into a streak of light and burst out of the river. On his way out of the Pill River, however, he noticed that there were far fewer disciples on the platforms.
By rights, the order concerning the sect exchange should already have been passed down. At the very least, these Nirvana disciples should have been cultivating diligently.
Why were there so few people?
Bang!
Xiang Yun landed on the Pill River platform, where several disciples were talking among themselves. When they saw him, they hurriedly bowed and said, "Young Hall Master!"
"Where is everyone? Why are there so few people?"
Xiang Yun glanced around and frowned.
"People from Tyrant Extreme Mountain have come to challenge us."
"Their senior brother, Jiang Ba, is at Seven Yuan Nirvana. The other senior brothers at Seven Yuan Nirvana haven't been able to completely suppress him."
"They say Tyrant Extreme Mountain's Tyrant Extreme Golden Body is stronger than the Primordial Battle Body at the same realm."
Xiang Yun found it laughable when he heard them mention the same realm. So it's my fault I cultivate faster?
All these years, Tyrant Extreme Mountain has always been beneath the Primordial Hall. Have you ever taken a good look at your own problems?
The Primordial Hall has always been like this. Have you even been cultivating hard? Has your overall strength improved over the years?
It was not uncommon for super sects to come calling on the Eight Great Super Sects. In fact, it was the norm.
Perhaps they could not replace one of the Eight Great Super Sects for now, but they could boost their prestige by having their disciples issue challenges. Then they only needed to spread the word
that their disciples were stronger than those of the Eight Great Super Sects, and it would help them recruit disciples.
And sometimes, prestige was diminished step by step in just this way. If the disciples of the Eight Great Super Sects could not even suppress their peers from the super sects beneath them,
didn't that mean there was no younger generation to carry them forward?
"Where are Ning Chen and Xun Wu?"
"Senior Brother Xun Wu is in secluded cultivation at Battle Arts Peak. He said he couldn't be disturbed. As for Senior Brother Ning Chen, uh, we don't know where he went either. The Hall Master said he had some things to do."
The disciple explained.
"Have all the Seven Yuan disciples been defeated?"
"Uh, they all lost by just a move or two." The disciple looked a little embarrassed. Seeing Xiang Yun frown slightly, he hurriedly explained, "The senior brothers who challenged him earlier said there was something strange about that fellow's Origin Energy."
"It seems his body isn't just tough. His attacks also cause intense paralysis. He must have cultivated some special lightning martial art..."
Lightning martial art?
Xiang Yun's thoughts turned. Interesting. They came calling at a time like this. Is someone probing us?
"Probing us? I'll chop off every last one of your claws!" Xiang Yun said coldly. He looked at the disciple and said, "Lead the way!"
On a massive platform in the Primordial Hall,
figure after figure had gathered around it.
On the platform stood a burly figure, surrounded by an apparently indestructible golden light. Flashes of lightning seemed to flicker within the gold.
Opposite him stood Wang Wu, a Seven Yuan Nirvana disciple of Primordial Peak. Qi and blood surged around Wang Wu as he continuously traded punches with the burly figure.
"Is this all the Primordial Hall's younger generation amounts to?" Jiang Ba roared with laughter as he kept attacking. The Thunder Yuan Body taught to him by the Yuan Sect truly was formidable.
No wonder the Yuan Sect could reign supreme in the Eastern Xuan Region. With its support, Tyrant Extreme Mountain would replace the Primordial Hall sooner or later.
Wang Wu remained expressionless as he continuously used martial arts to trade punches with Jiang Ba. But he could feel the lightning constantly invading his body, and even the Qi, blood, and Origin Energy he had cultivated could not drive it out.
This lightning came from an exceedingly profound martial art, certainly not one Tyrant Extreme Mountain could possess. Was it this fellow's own fortuitous encounter, or was someone directing him from behind the scenes?
"Perhaps, if the Primordial Hall's Seven Yuan Nirvana disciples are only this good, you could send your Senior Brothers Ning Chen and Xun Wu instead."
Jiang Ba kept laughing. It felt wonderful to beat down a Primordial Hall disciple!
Beyond the massive platform, two burly men sat on stone chairs. One of them was Hong Wen, while the other chuckled.
"Peak Master Hong, it looks like your disciple is about to lose."
Hong Wen glanced over and said calmly, "Tricks and contrivances. Refining lightning into the body may bring a tremendous increase in combat power, but it consumes the potential of one's own body."
"He'll go no further than Nine Yuan Nirvana."
"Besides, this isn't the sort of method Tyrant Extreme Mountain could possess."
Jiang Fulong smiled. "Who can say for sure what realm he'll reach? Since Jiang Ba dared to cultivate it, he's naturally confident he can make up for it. There's no need for you to worry, Peak Master Hong."
"Tyrant Extreme Mountain doesn't have it. This was Jiang Ba's fortuitous encounter. Surely the Primordial Hall doesn't forbid disciples of other sects from having fortuitous encounters of their own?"
Hong Wen sneered. A fortuitous encounter.
Does he take me for a fucking idiot? Wasn't this adapted from the Yuan Sect's Thunder Emperor Canon?
No wonder the Hall Master had summoned them to discuss matters earlier. It seemed the Young Hall Master's record had indeed struck a nerve with those people from the Yuan Sect.
Were they sacrificing a pawn to probe the Young Hall Master?
If that was all, Jiang Ba probably still had another move up his sleeve and was waiting for the right moment.
Sure enough, with lightning constantly invading Wang Wu's body, his Qi and blood had begun to circulate sluggishly, and his punches had lost much of their force.
Jiang Ba seized the opening and landed a punch squarely on him, sending Wang Wu staggering backward.
"As I see it, this generation of the Primordial Hall is nothing special."
"Some Tyrant mutt dares come to our Primordial Hall and bark madly." Just then, a calm voice rang out.
Everyone looked over and saw a figure flying through the air.
"It's the Young Hall Master!"