The Half-Saints Arrive to Find a Scene of Devastation

The second gate's main hall was empty and deathly silent.

Dongfang Yueming sat cross-legged on a protruding rock, looking relaxed.

He had just completed the earth-shattering leap from Immortal Emperor to Immortal Ancestor, and the world-destroying power within him flowed gently through his meridians like a tranquil stream.

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"Call--"

He exhaled a soft breath, his gaze sweeping across the empty hall, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"The floor, the walls, and that big guy..."

"I've taken it all apart."

"I wonder what expressions those guys who came later will have when they see this?"

He wasn't in a hurry to move on to the next level.

Because he knew that the real highlight was yet to come.

Since the inheritance of the Eight Desolations Immortal Saint is said to be "only passed on to prodigies," then this final hurdle will definitely not be easy.

and...

He glanced towards the entrance of the main hall, a glint of light One Flash in his eyes.

"They've arrived."

"Boom--!"

A series of heavy footsteps, accompanied by heavy breathing, came from the end of the corridor.

Several slightly disheveled figures finally broke through the terrifying pressure of the Great Dao and stumbled into the main hall of the second level!

The leader wore a tattered golden dragon robe and had disheveled hair, but his terrifying aura as a Half-Saint was still enough to make people dare not look directly at him.

Taiyi Immortal Emperor – Ying Wudi!

Following closely behind were Jiang Zhan from the Giant God Heavenly Palace, and several other Half-Saint powerhouses from the Supreme Immortal Domain.

Each of them is a powerful overlord who commands respect in his region, an unparalleled being standing at the peak of the Immortal Venerable, just half a step away from stepping into the realm of the Immortal Saint!

But at this moment, they were all pale and breathing heavily, clearly having suffered a lot in the "Great Dao Corridor" of the first level.

"Phew... finally... we made it!"

Ying Wudi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a hint of lingering fear flashing in his eyes.

"That Eight Desolations ghost's aura is simply monstrous!"

"If it weren't for my imperial dragon aura and the protection of the two great Great Dao, I would probably have perished inside!"

Jiang Zhan nodded, still shaken. "As expected of a ruthless person who almost became an Immortal Emperor, even the wisp of pressure left behind after death is so terrifying."

However, their faces soon regained their expressions of excitement and greed.

"Now that we've passed the first hurdle, what's the reward for the second hurdle...?"

"It is said that this second trial is the ' Trial of Strength,' and it is filled with high-grade immortal metals that are hard to find in the outside world!"

"There's even the legendary... Force-Testing Stone! Just bombard it, and you'll obtain unexpected treasures!"

Several Half-Saint' eyes lit up as they eagerly raised their heads, wanting to search for the legendary treasure.

However.

The next second.

The smiles on their faces froze instantly.

The greed in their eyes turned into astonishment.

In the end, it all turned into... utter bewilderment!

"Where... where is this?"

Ying Wudi rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had gone to the wrong place.

As far as the eye could see, there was a... bare wall!

The ground, which should have been inlaid with countless rare immortal golds, was now as clean as if it had been licked by a dog, and even the floor tiles had been pried off!

The walls were also pitted and uneven, showing signs of violent digging everywhere.

What devastated them the most was...

In the center of the main hall.

The location where the majestic "force-measuring stone" should have stood, hundreds of feet tall...

At this moment, all that remains is a bottomless, pitch-black pit!

A gust of wind blew, stirring up wisps of desolate dust.

"Where's the immortal gold?!"

"Where's the force-measuring stone?!"

"Did someone empty this place?!"

Jiang Zhan couldn't help but swear, completely bewildered in the wind.

They worked so hard, risked their lives to get in, and this is what they get?!

"Wait! Someone's there!"

Ying Wudi, being Immortal Emperor, reacted the fastest. He turned his head sharply, his gaze like lightning, instantly locking onto the figure in blue robes sitting cross-legged on a rock in the corner of the hall.

"That is..."

All the eyes of the Half-Saint turned to that direction!

The man in blue remained seated cross-legged, his expression indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about everything around him.

But those present were all seasoned veterans, and they immediately sensed something was amiss.

This is the Eight Desolations Ruins!

Besides these Half-Saint, who else could have broken in so quickly?

and...

Looking at that kid's smug expression, he hardly seems like he's just gone through a life-or-death ordeal. He looks more like... waiting to watch a show?

"Kid!"

Ying Wudi stepped forward, and his Half-Saint aura erupted, completely enveloping Dongfang Yueming.

"The immortal gold here... and that strength-measuring stone..."

"Did you... take it?!"

His voice held a barely suppressed rage.

If it's true...

That's cutting off someone's source of income!

It's like snatching food from a tiger's mouth!

Dongfang Yueming slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze calmly sweeping over the group of menacing Half-Saint before him.

It's like watching a swarm of... noisy ants.

"So what if it is?"

He spoke softly, his tone so indifferent as if he were talking about something trivial.

"First come, first served."

"Don't you understand this principle?"

"Boom--!"

These words caused an uproar in the room!

"Is it really him?!"

"One person... emptied the entire main hall?!"

"They even... moved the force-measuring stone?!"

The Half-Saint looked at Dongfang Yueming with shock in their eyes, but even more so with... overwhelming rage and greed!

That's not a human being!

This is clearly a... walking treasure trove!

"Great! Excellent!"

Ying Wudi, enraged, laughed, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.

"Since you've admitted it, then... spit out everything you've swallowed!"

"Spit it out?"

Dongfang Yueming slowly stood up, patted off non-existent dust from the hem of his clothes, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Once something is in my hands, there's no reason for me to give it back."

"Not to mention..."

He glanced at Ying Wudi with the look of someone looking at a fool who didn't know his own mortality.

"You bunch of chickens and dogs, do you think you're worthy of my spitting out?"

"Arrogant!!!"

Ying Wudi is completely blown up!

He was a dignified Taiyi Immortal Emperor, Half-Saint powerhouse! Who wouldn't treat him with utmost respect in ordinary times? Never before had they suffered such humiliation!

"Boy! Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"

"Imperial Dao Dragon Fist ·Zhenshi!"

"Boom--!"

Without further ado, he attacked in a fit of rage!

Two Great Dao laws—the [Great Dao of Metal] and the [Great Dao of Earth]—erupted simultaneously, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long golden dragon, carrying a terrifying imperial might that could suppress all ages, crashing down upon the Dongfang Yueming!

This punch is enough to blast a star into dust!

"So strong!"

Although Jiang Zhan and the others did not make a move, they were secretly shocked by the power of that punch.

"That kid's dead meat!"

However.

Faced with this earth-shattering punch, Dongfang Yueming didn't even lift an eyelid.

He didn't even use any supernatural Divine Ability or mobilize any immortal energy.

only...

He straightened his chest slightly.

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"Buzz--!"

An ancient and boundless dark golden divine light, originating from the very essence of his physical body, One Flash across his surface and vanished in an instant!

"Bang!!!"

A deep, muffled bang exploded in the empty hall!

Ying Wudi's powerful punch landed squarely on Dongfang Yueming's chest!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The scene everyone had anticipated— Dongfang Yueming being blown to pieces into a bloody mist—did not happen.

on the contrary.

He remained firmly in place, without even moving an inch!

The moment that ferocious golden dragon touched his body, it was as if it had crashed into an unshakeable ancient mountain, instantly... shattering inch by inch!

"This... how is this possible?!"

Ying Wudi felt as if his fist had struck a piece of divine iron that had never melted in ten thousand years. A terrifying recoil force surged through his arm, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and bleed profusely!

He stared in horror at the unharmed young man, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets!

"His physical body withstood a full-force attack from Half-Saint?!"

"The oily skin didn't even break?!"

"Your physical body... could it be made of eighth-tier immortal metal?!"