Chapter 108: Peerless Flair!

"Brother Yang, what are you doing?"

Duan De never expected Yang Zhu to pull such a trick; he was frightened until his face turned ashen as paper, devoid of blood, and almost collapsed from weak legs.

The Big Black Dog also didn't anticipate this situation; its eyes widened like bronze bells, and it was so shocked it couldn't speak.

"You all go first."

Besides obtaining the True Dragon Divine Medicine, Yang Zhu had another purpose: to intimidate the Myriad Dragon Nest.

The myriad races were about to emerge, and he could not remain in the Northern Dipper forever; should he leave, those ancient kings might reappear, and few could stop them.

With his current cultivation, he didn't dare dream of wiping out the Myriad Dragon Nest, but he wanted the creatures inside to know that such a person existed in the outside world.

"Since my birth, I have never truly fought a battle; today I will use you as my first test."

As the words fell, it was as if a deity awoke, and matchless fighting spirit burst forth, immense in momentum, even submerging the killing intent within the Myriad Dragon Nest.

"Boom!"

Purple-gold qi and blood shot up to the heavens, illuminating the entire underground; the aura of the Divine Body Dao Fetus spread, vast and boundless, pressing the void until it could not bear it, collapsing into terrifying black holes.

When the Divine Body Dao Fetus breaks through to the Four Extremes Secret Realm, the originally golden blood gradually turns into splendid purple-gold, each drop crystal clear and translucent.

Yang Zhu swung his arm to his side, and instantly a sea of purple-gold blood surged out, stretching over ten li, dyeing the entire underground with a layer of radiance.

The purple-gold divine flame blazed fiercely, forming a mighty heavenly blade; its edge was snow-white and translucent, exuding supreme dominance and terror.

He grasped the heavenly blade and swung it downward; the blade flashed, instantly extending several li like a coiling azure dragon, leaving a black line in space that would take a long time to heal wherever it passed.

"Pfft!"

The heavenly blade fell, splattering dark-green blood; an ancient creature was instantly cleaved in two, its flying blood able to pierce the void.

The other ancient creatures paused slightly, all deeply shocked; even at the same realm, humans could hardly be their match, let alone those lower by a major realm.

Yet the human youth before them could actually behead one of their royal kin with a single strike? Several hundred meters away, an ancient creature shot forward like lightning, as mighty as a demon god, its purple hair covering half its face, revealing only a pair of purple eyes as sharp as blades.

It resembled a golden casting, armless, with a pair of golden divine wings on its back; its lower body was a serpent, black scales glimmering, over ten meters long.

The ancient creature flew through the air, letting out a great roar and erupting with an invisible killing intent.

Yang Zhu took a step, transforming into a radiant divine rainbow, and thrust his palm forward, pressing down like a massive grindstone, causing heaven and earth to continually tremble.

The ancient creature was formidable, its golden divine wings trembling rapidly, radiating terrifying killing intent, with no intention to dodge.

Bang! The purple-gold palm, covered in Dao patterns, fully displaying the traces of the Dao, crushed the black scales with a dull thud; the gleaming, cold-light scales all exploded, flesh and blood flying.

"How is this possible? How can a human mortal body be so strong!"

The ancient creature roared, the void almost shattered by his shockwave; the ripples spread, affecting even Duan De and the others far away, their skin and bones nearly cracking, their hearts and gallbladders near bursting.

"Even at such a distance, this is terrifying; ancient creatures are indeed fearsome!"

Several people felt their hearts seized by a giant hand, a sharp pain shooting through them; startled, they hastily retreated in fear.

Yang Zhu ignored them, continuing his assault forward; his purple-gold palm was like a divine weapon, unstoppable, his fierce onslaught leaving cracks in space.

Bang! Bang! Yang Zhu and the ancient creature clashed like lightning, separating instantly; each exchange unleashed terrible tremors, making the entire underground shake on the verge of collapse.

Yang Zhu was like a deity, invincible in all directions; even the Primordial Ancient Royal Clan could not withstand him—each palm strike blasted away large chunks of flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye over several rounds, the creature's black scales were smashed to ruin, and one side of its golden divine wings was torn off.

The purple blood turned into a stream, flowing down from midair and drenching a large area of ground, a horrifying sight.

"Primordial Ancient Royal Clan…… you indeed have arrogant capital, but that was before you met me."

Yang Zhu's eyes were cold; he stepped with the Striding Character Secret, his form appearing like a ghost before his opponent, and pressed his palm down, collapsing heaven and earth.

"La!"

The opponent's aura had already waned under Yang Zhu's blows; facing his lethal strike, no matter how he resisted or howled, it was all in vain.

With a bang, under Yang Zhu's mighty assault, another Primordial Ancient Royal Clan member perished here, his true spirit destroyed along with his horrifying flesh.

Yang Zhu's black hair flew about, each strand crystal clear and spotless, his qi and blood undiminished, still vigorous as the sea.

"Woof! Truly the bearing of a great emperor!"

Although the Big Black Dog did not join the fight, his blood boiled with excitement, letting out a long, eerie howl.

"How can the gap between people be so vast…… the golden age has truly come to an end."

Even Duan De was deeply shocked, forced to admit that with Yang Zhu's strength, he could suppress all contemporary heaven's pride and divine bodies.

"Is this truly your real strength……"

Gazing at that transcendent back, the Yaochi Holy Maiden's beautiful eyes softened as she spoke softly.

"The Myriad Dragon Nest will not tolerate your insolence!"

After two strongmen were slain in succession, the Myriad Dragon Nest bellowed, and the ancient creatures whose divine sources Yang Zhu had shattered, releasing the seals early, surged forth together.

Each of them was immensely majestic, with mighty auras; even placed outside, they would at least be renowned figures of a region.

They numbered over ten, all charging at Yang Zhu together; their towering killing intent surged like flood tides, submerging this underground.

Yang Zhu sensed it, instantly tearing through the void with a turn of his body, arriving at the Yaochi Holy Maiden's side in a blink.

"Sneak attack… little Daoist."

He wrapped one arm around the Yaochi Holy Maiden, shifting her slightly to his side, while his other hand pointed forward.

The next moment, crystal-clear light flickered as two yin-cold purple swords appeared, which Yang Zhu held in place.

With a exertion, Yang Zhu crushed the two purple swords into powder; though they should have turned into an energy storm, his fingertip utterly annihilated them.

A glint flashed at his brow as he unleashed the Heavenly Court Assassination Secret Art; a red silk entwined with a sharp blade unfurled, piercing the void, and in the next moment appeared in a clearing several li away.

Pfft! The blade fell, emitting a soft sound; a slain ancient creature's corpse surfaced, collapsing straight down.

Its brow bore a blood hole, yet no blood seeped out; even its soul had been erased, its eyes long devoid of life.

Yang Zhu possessed the Striding Character Secret; his soul was extraordinarily strong, enabling him to deduce spacetime, foresee danger—making a silent sneak attack on him utterly impossible.

He foresaw that the Yaochi Holy Maiden and her companions would be in danger, precisely locked onto the ancient creature launching the sneak attack, and struck it down in a single blow, leaving no survivors.

"(End of Chapter)"