Chapter 125

You can't kill me, I am……

The old man was terrified beyond measure, wanting to beg for mercy but it was too late; the aftershocks surged, annihilating both his flesh and soul.

From then on, another Dragon Transformation powerhouse fell.

Yang Zhu's black robe fluttered, his black hair danced, his eyes like cold lightning, extremely frightening; the aura he naturally exuded could overwhelm even a great power.

I am the younger brother of Northern Emperor Wang Teng; if you kill me, my elder brother will certainly not let you off……

The two Protectors of the Dao were killed; Wang Chong was utterly terrified, retreating while stammering.

He had means of self-preservation, able to traverse the void to escape, but now he found the void as if sealed, unable to traverse!

Wang Teng? If he dares to be arrogant, I'll still slay him.

Against Ye Fan, Wang Teng might be somewhat troublesome, an unmatched foe, but against Yang Zhu, he's utterly insignificant.

He wouldn't even look at an ordinary imperial son, let alone a heaven‑chosen genius with superior talent.

In physique, talent, foundation, inheritance, etc., Wang Teng has nothing comparable to Yang Zhu—not even the qualifications!

You…… you dare not put my elder brother in your eyes?

Wang Chong stared wide‑eyed; Wang Teng is immensely powerful, commonly called the Northern Emperor, yet for all these years no one has dared not to regard him highly.

Who are you? Dare you report your name?

Holy Body Dao Embryo, Yang Zhu.

Yang Zhu spoke calmly; upon hearing those words, the other's face instantly turned pale and his hairs stood on end.

The Holy Body Dao Embryo's prestige shone brightly; in four moves it slew Ji Haoyue, with a raised hand gravely wounded the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, and went on to kill two holy sons of the Yin Yang Sect, overwhelming the younger generation of the Eastern Wasteland—no one dared to oppose it.

Its own strength alone would be enough, but it also had Yaochi backing it; any other faction that dared to move against a genius would feel immense apprehension.

The Yin Yang Sect was the first to stick its neck out; as a result, the ancient Zhongzhou sect with a ten-thousand-year inheritance was swept flat in a single day by the Extreme Dao Imperial Armaments.

Recently the Peerless God King was rescued; Yang Zhu contributed to his resurrection, an indelible contribution, making him the person the God King feels most grateful toward.

During this time, the God King has been seeking Yang Zhu's whereabouts, wanting to express his gratitude while also meeting this Holy Body Dao Embryo of far-reaching renown.

Just consider—who would dare to target Yang Zhu now? Leaving Yaochi aside, even the God King alone would deter anyone from acting.

"I don't even put Wang Teng in my eyes, let alone you."

Yang Zhu raised his hand; Dao patterns surfaced, each motion stirring the Dao, containing profound and mysterious truths, unstoppable.

"Don't kill me… the Wang family will surely thank you later……"

Feeling the terrifying aura rushing at him, Wang Chong's heart trembled; the threat of death forced him to expend all his life-saving trump cards.

Ancient talismans, damaged holy weapons, ancient bronze warships… each a rare treasure of great value.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Yet under Yang Zhu's palm, filled with the Beginningless Principle, they all exploded, turning to dust that drifted down, unable to withstand a single blow.

"Pfft!"

The palm print surged forward, unstoppable; the instant it landed, Wang Chong's body was like paper, blown apart into pieces, a blood column shooting to the sky, his form and spirit annihilated on the spot.

A damaged ancient talisman drifted down; Yang Zhu caught it, only crushing it after a moment.

The night remained silent, only a faint scent of blood indicating that what had just occurred was real.

Yang Zhu's finger slid down, and a void crack instantly appeared before him; he stepped in and vanished on the spot.

God City—lately turmoil has been unceasing.

Since the God King's birth, a series of major events has unfolded.

The Prisoner Release Assembly, the God King stepping in to mediate the Holy Body's conflicts with the major powers, the God King using his essence blood to help him break his shackles and breakthrough to the Four Extremes, the Wind Clan wanting to marry Ye Fan, while the Phoenix has continually resisted……

But who would have known that after the Holy Body's breakthrough, he had only half a year to live? After the Wind Clan poured in several million jin of source, they had no choice but to cancel the marriage. A few days later, Yang Zhu arrived at God City.

He concealed his aura, deduced Xiaohei's position, and then headed toward a tavern.

At this moment, a grand gathering was taking place here, attended by Yue Kong, the Prince of Great Xia, the Yaochi Holy Maiden, and the white-robed little nun.

They all came at Ye Fan's invitation, amounting to a kind of farewell.

Ye Fan's Dao was damaged, leaving him only half a year to live; during this time, Pang Bo, Li Heishui, the Black Emperor, and others have been desperately seeking a cure, running about.

Yet the wounds left on the Dao are hard to heal; not even the God King has managed to restore even a fraction.

Pang Bo went to the monster clan seeking a monster heart, but returned empty-handed.

Li Heishui and others went to seek the Thirteen Bandits, but to no avail.

The big black dog wanted to go find Yang Zhu, but didn't know where he was in seclusion.

They exerted all their strength, wanting to help Ye Fan, but with limited power they could only sigh helplessly, feeling deeply unwilling.

The Holy Body's breakthrough to the Four Extremes had already attained minor success; no one now dared to speak of killing him at will, and a sense of awe grew toward him.

The Holy Body's might cannot be insulted; even with little life left, no one dares to slight him, and even former enemies who once had grudges now set aside their prejudices and gather here.

"Brother Ye, I offer you a cup!"

The Prince of Great Xia has always revered the Holy Body; now he raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.

"Good!"

At this moment, Ye Fan's qi and blood were vigorous, yet upon closer reflection he felt a sense of impending collapse.

"Is there really no way to heal this injury?"

Ji's little moon had dim eyes, standing beside Ye Fan, having lost her former playfulness.

Upon hearing this, everyone tacitly understood, saying nothing but sighing helplessly—could this generation's Holy Body truly be ending here?

"Actually, it's not that there's no way; if we find Yang Zhu, perhaps……"

The big black dog also felt vexed; these days he has been trying to search, but the Eastern Wasteland is so vast it's like seeking a needle in a sea.

"I feel he really can; think back to the first time I saw him—I almost got beaten to death by him……"

Pang Bo recalled how, in the ice and snow, Yang Zhu had beaten him half to death in a few moves, afterward having his Monster Emperor Nine Slashes and Monster Emperor Scripture taken; to this day he still remembers it vividly.

"Alas… it's a pity Yang Zhu has been missing for over half a year." Li Heishui sighed, drowning his sorrows in a drink.

The Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool did not speak at all, merely listening quietly at the side, when suddenly the Enlightenment Dao Tea Tree Heart at her waist trembled slightly.

She was slightly startled, then her beautiful eyes flashed with an unusual light, and she sprang up with a swish.

"Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool, what's wrong with you?" asked the Little Moon of the Ji Family, puzzled.

While everyone was puzzled, the Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool kept gazing in one direction; her sheer veil swayed, a faint smile unbidden appearing, making her already flawless self all the more beautiful and captivating.

"He's here."

She spoke softly, her tone very gentle.

Amidst the doubtful gazes of the crowd, a transcendent figure strode over from afar.

He wore a black robe that fluttered, bearing an otherworldly, timeless aura, like a figure walked out of mythic ages, possessing supreme divine might.

Dao patterns surfaced all over his body, the Great Dao in harmony with him, auspicious signs cascading down, as if he were a deity—sacred, serene, and beyond price.

This time it's a raising‑hand suppression; I don't know how it compares to his previous move— which do you think is better?

(End of chapter)