Chapter 14

The person called Elder Li is at the late stage of the Divine Bridge, yet he is not the strongest among this group.

Among them, a young man stood like stars surrounding the moon, encircled in the center.

The young man is only in his twenties, yet his cultivation has already reached the Other Shore!

His aura is enduring, as if he has experienced countless bloodbaths and carnage; even from far away, one can sense an extremely intense killing intent that makes ordinary people tremble with fear.

He crossed his arms, his eyes coldly fixed on the Black Dog, full of contempt.

This person is Wang Yang, one of the few Holy Sons of the Yin Yang Sect; being able to become a Holy Son shows his talent and character are absolutely extraordinary!

The elders beside him have trained for at least a hundred years, yet when facing Wang Yang they are respectful and dare not slack in the slightest.

"A Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect? Is he the youngest Holy Son in a hundred years?"

"This person's talent is outstanding; many elders in the sect hold him in high regard, and there are even rumors that he has received the sect master's transmission, making his power unfathomable!"

The watching cultivators exclaimed in surprise; they had long heard of Wang Yang's reputation, and seeing him in person today left them deeply shaken by his strength.

"What trash, can't even take down a mid-stage Life Spring Black Dog."

"The... Holy Son said that."

Wang Yang glanced at the members of the Separating Fire Sect; facing the reprimand, they dared not utter a word of rebuttal.

"Damn, it seems we've bitten off more than we can chew."

The Big Black Dog muttered softly, the strongest person of the Separating Fire Sect is only one realm above him, still manageable.

Now a Yin Yang Sect has appeared out of nowhere, even with a Holy Son among them, far exceeding his expectations.

Each realm difference makes strength worlds apart, not even the same level, let alone two realms apart!

To illustrate just how great the gap between realms is, a simple example: a Life Spring cultivator can easily blast a Sea of Suffering cultivator into ashes.

The Black Dog's momentum instantly waned; that Holy Son of the opposing side is definitely a heaven-chosen prodigy, far beyond what he can contend with.

"Need to find a chance to slip away..."

The Black Dog knew he had overreached, his mind began scheming how to escape, otherwise today he'd have nothing to drink.

"Only now thinking of fleeing, it's too late."

Wang Yang's eyes were venomous; he instantly saw through the Black Dog's thoughts.

"Profound Yin Palm!"

He gave the Black Dog no chance, raising his hand to unleash a black palm imprint.

The palm imprint swelled with the wind, rapidly expanding; its mighty aura twisted space, as if it could suppress everything.

Besides its terrifying might, the palm imprint carries a wave of yin cold; upon striking a target, it can quickly melt away the opponent's spiritual power.

Even if the Big Black Dog is thick-skinned and sturdy, taking a hit would split his flesh and burst his skin.

"Damn!"

The Big Black Dog loudly cursed, swiftly dodging, but the palm imprint clung close behind, drawing ever nearer.

Even though the Black Dog is usually carefree, now he felt his heart leap to his throat, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

Upon fleeing to an open clearing, the Black Dog slammed his paw onto the ground, activating a formation he had prepared in advance.

With a swish, the formation released intense killing intent, forming countless azure blades, each half a meter wide, capable of easily slaying a Sea of Suffering cultivator.

This formation was set up to deal with strong foes; now being pursued, he can no longer afford to worry about that.

Under the Black Dog's control, the azure blades all slashed toward the black palm imprint, attempting to block the attack.

The Profound Yin Palm is a supreme art of the Yin Yang Sect, its might terrifying—how could it be so easily blocked?

The palm imprint pressed forward; the incoming azure blades held for only a moment before being completely shattered.

The azure blades exploded, their powerful aftershock flattening everything within dozens of meters in an instant. Fortunately, the formation had some effect, delaying the palm imprint briefly, making it considerably dimmer than at the start.

"Hmph!"

Who would have thought Wang Yang let out a cold snort, the Profound Yin Palm's speed suddenly surged, arriving almost instantly to suppress the Black Dog.

The Black Dog silently cursed, his limbs suddenly tensing as he leapt forcefully several dozen meters.

Boom! The palm imprint struck the ground and exploded, its tremendous force flattening the earth half a zhang deep, with calf-thick cracks spreading like a spiderweb for dozens of meters!

Although the Big Black Dog dodged the fatal blow, he was still caught by the aftershock, stumbling and tumbling head over heels in utter disarray.

In contrast, Wang Yang remained with arms crossed, his demeanor leisurely, not having moved even half a step.

This is the absolute advantage of realm; a single strike almost kills the opponent! "No wonder he's a heaven-chosen prodigy, such a powerful technique!"

"Too terrifying; if it were me, I doubt I could withstand even a single strike."

The people exclaimed, marveling at Wang Yang's strength, far beyond what they could match.

They held their breath and focused, not daring to blink, fearing to miss such a splendid scene.

Many people hated the Black Dog intensely, wishing someone could vent their anger for them.

The Big Black Dog felt humiliated, extremely displeased; having never suffered such indignity, he naturally couldn't swallow this anger.

"You little brat, do you think this Emperor is easy to provoke?"

He opened his dog mouth and spat out an object—an azure-green dagger, translucent and crystalline, its surface faintly glowing, with a subtle green radiance flowing within.

This treasure is clearly extraordinary at a glance, its power not to be underestimated.

The azure-green dagger's speed is astonishingly fast, and it makes no sound, turning into a silent green gleam that thrusts toward Wang Yang's vital point.

Seeing this, Wang Yang's expression grew slightly serious; he moved his palm back and forth before him, and soon a Yin Yang diagram formed, blocking in front of him.

Hiss! He ultimately underestimated the Black Emperor's treasure; the azure-green dagger sliced through the Yin Yang diagram like tofu, straight for his vital point.

However, his reaction was extremely quick; he slightly shifted his body, and the dagger brushed past his abdomen.

Although he avoided the fatal blow, a fine wound remained, with a trickle of bright red seeping out.

"Good, good, good; I've heard you carry many treasures, and it seems true."

Relying on the azure-green dagger, the Black Dog could wound Wang Yang despite crossing two realms; after a brief moment of disbelief, he couldn't help but laugh.

Then don't blame me for being impolite; watch how I suppress you.

Wang Yang didn't want to waste more time, he took out a treasure vase, which is his natal magic treasure.

The treasure vase is named the Purple Phoenix Vase, forged from divine jade, its surface covered with Dao patterns, swirling purple mist, divine radiance scattering.

From the Sea of Bitterness to the Other Shore, cultivators at each realm will forge at least one magic treasure, into which they pour all their heart and blood.

Once successful, they will form a special bond with it, making control effortless and adept—a major means to slay foes! Though the vase appears ordinary, when Wang Yang activates it, a strange energy envelops the black dog.

I've long heard you're versed in formations; now let's see how you escape.

This brat came prepared!

When the black dog realized the formation couldn't be activated, it finally understood the opponent had made thorough preparations, and its expression changed instantly.

Unable to activate the teleportation formation, with his cultivation he cannot escape the opponent; thus only a dead end awaits him! 'Don't you have a companion? Where is he? Did he get scared away?'

The black dog was pinned to the spot, unable to move, only able to watch helplessly as the opponent approached step by step, its heart already chilled halfway.

You mean me?

Just as Wang Yang was about to act, a voice penetrated several hundred meters, reaching everyone present's ears.

The voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a mighty aura; those who heard it felt their souls tremble.

(End of chapter)