Chapter 143: Looking Down Upon All Beings

The Holy Body Dao Embryo was inherently in harmony with the Great Dao; after entering the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, Yang Zhu's comprehension and insight into the Dao underwent another qualitative leap.

Now, with every move he can stir the order of the Great Dao for battle, terrifying beyond compare, crushing the withered and breaking the rotten, nothing can stop him.

"You..."

At that moment, the Northern Emperor felt only helplessness, realizing what it meant to shake the heavens while floating!

He knew he had lost, and lost utterly; from start to finish he could not injure Yang Zhu in the slightest, continually retreating, utterly unable to fight back.

"It's time to end."

The sound faded, purple-gold blood qi spread, Yang Zhu's body shone with radiant light, he threw a punch, the Great Dao resonated, heaven and earth shattered, a huge abyss split open.

Time and space collapsed in layers, endless dark light burst forth, leading to an unknown dimension; if carelessly swallowed, it would be eternal exile! "Boom!"

A sound like mountains collapsing and seas surging came; the Northern Emperor exhausted all his life-saving trump cards, but under Yang Zhu's punch they were all futile, instantly disintegrating and annihilated.

With a puff, blood sprayed, Wang Teng was blown away several li.

Everything below his abdomen was blasted into blood mist; the remaining upper half was also smashed to a pulp, flesh and blood blurred, almost becoming a pool of blood mud.

"..."

All the sect leaders and the ancient stones that had lived for ages were moved, shocked into speechlessness.

The once mighty Northern Emperor Wang Teng now had only half his body left, like soft mud, limp and shapeless, hardly recognizable as human.

A terrifying aura throbbed from within Yang Zhu's body, a divine light shot out and hovered before him.

It was a gleaming heavenly blade, crystal clear throughout, flowing with divine radiance, the edge bright, its fierce killing intent making even sect leaders tremble.

"It's actually forged from the Dao Tribulation Gold, one of the Nine Great Immortal Metals—what a grand hand!"

Jiang Yi Fei exclaimed, even ancient great emperors might not possess such imperial armament material, yet Yang Zhu actually had such a huge piece.

"Time is a sword that cuts heaven's pride; on the road to longevity, one sighs over alluring beauty."

Yang Zhu gripped the heavenly blade, without hesitation, and struck down with force.

The heavenly blade swept across the void, splitting the heavens and piercing through ages, descending from the Nine Heavens with an unstoppable, crushing force, nothing can stop it! "Puff!"

Under the gleaming heavenly blade, the Northern Emperor had no strength to parry, being cut down to the destruction of both body and spirit.

The whole field fell into a deathlike silence; everyone remained immersed in the shock, unable to recover for a long time.

The dignified Northern Emperor, hailed as one of the heaven's pride with the greatest hope of becoming emperor in this age, had already been invincible in the Northern Plains ten years ago, with no opponent; even the Holy Son of the Eastern Wasteland would change color at the mere mention of his name.

Such a figure was actually cut down today by the Holy Body Dao Embryo, and moreover almost completely crushed, leaving no suspense.

"I've said before, heaven's pride is merely the threshold to see me."

Yang Zhu's bearing was divine and majestic, his aura permeating ancient and modern times, like a reincarnated great emperor, looking down upon all beings, gazing over this universe; for a moment no one dared to respond.

He stood like a banished immortal between heaven and earth; all the Holy Sons glanced sideways, they being the heaven's pride of the present age, yet compared to Yang Zhu they all appeared dim and lackluster.

Many sighed, to be born in the same era as the Holy Body Dao Embryo was practically a tragedy!

"Teng'er! My Teng'er..."

Wan Chengkun felt anguish and anger, immersed in grief, only after a long time did he regain his composure.

Wang Teng's downfall represented an immeasurable loss for the Wang Clan, equivalent to strangling their hope of a strong rise while it still lived.

"You killed my Teng'er; my Wang Clan will bury you with him!"

At this moment, Wang Chengkun's eyes were bloodshot, his mind clouded by rage, he no longer held back, and immediately prepared to act together with the Wang Clan's supreme elders.

"Do you think that because you are a great power I cannot suppress and kill you?"

A "Jie" character appeared on Yang Zhu's brow, his battle strength and soul power etc. suddenly surged tenfold.

"This is... the Nine Secrets!" Ye Fan recognized it as the Jie Character Secret among the Nine Secrets, his heart stirred with huge waves. Yang Zhu slowly clenched his fist; all Dao patterns flashed, endless streams surged in, each was dissected and condensed into an Order Divine Chain.

The Order Divine Chain shone brilliantly, divine radiance spreading in all directions; as soon as it appeared, a tremor ran through heaven and earth, even the starlight dimmed before it.

This is one of the forbidden scriptures of the Wushi Scripture, the supreme profundity of the Dao and its laws.

"Today I will let you see what a true emperor's inheritance is."

Yang Zhu swung his arm, the Order Divine Chain was drawn out, Dao patterns continually condensed to fill it, leaving a gorgeous afterimage.

"Puff!"

Several great powers of the Wang Clan, upon contacting the Order Divine Chain, were instantly turned to flying ash, wiped from this world.

"Good heavens, the Holy Body Dao Embryo can even slay great powers—is this even human? Totally a monster!"

All cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Wang Clan... I fear not even the few great holy lands, let alone you."

The Order Divine Chain dissipated; Yang Zhu's eyes like cold lightning, he looked down upon the three remaining young heaven's pride of the Wang Clan.

These three, aside from Wang Teng, were the strongest in cultivation and talent, the hope of the Wang Clan's younger generation.

"We... we dare not..."

Facing Yang Zhu, the three trembled, unable to speak, cold sweat soaked their backs, their legs went weak and they collapsed.

Yaochi Saintess, Heihuang, and Duande came from the crowd to Yang Zhu's side.

"Woof! Just that bastard scoundrel Teng dares to call himself emperor's material—he's unworthy!"

The Big Black Dog wore a look of contempt; in his eyes, only one person in this world possessed the bearing of an emperor, and that was Yang Zhu.

The Yaochi Saintess stepped, lotuses blooming with each step; immortal energy surrounded her, where her jade feet fell, crystal petals fluttered, accompanied by fragrant breezes that inexplicably brought peace of mind.

Though veiled by light gauze, she remained flawlessly beautiful, her eyes hazy, gentle as water, quietly gazing at Yang Zhu.

"Don't move for now."

The Yaochi Saintess stepped forward, her jade-like crystal hands moving, she smoothed Yang Zhu's front clothing, then along his belt straightened his black robe.

"Brother Yang, what material is this..."

Duande rubbed his big white fat hands, also wanting to feel it; in fact he had long noticed that Yang Zhu's black robe was extraordinary.

"Woof! You damn fatty, what are you joining the fun for? Get lost!"

The Black Emperor bared his teeth, glaring viciously at Duan De. The relationship between the Yaochi Holy Maiden and Yang Zhu is not ordinary, but that's nothing special—what is Duan De butting in for? "If you don't give, you don't give; stingy."

The unscrupulous Daoist turned his head away, putting on an act of indifference.

"Young Master Yang, do you have time to go sit with the old lady?"

The Yaochi Holy Mother arrived from afar at this moment, dignified and graceful, very composed, speaking with a smiling expression.

"Yes."

Yang Zhu knew there were important matters to discuss, so without hesitation he nodded and agreed.

"Young friend Yang Zhu."

The white-clad God King also stepped forward, his eyes full of joy; he had long wanted to meet this Holy Body Dao Embryo who saved his life, but had never had the chance.

"Greetings, God King."

This was Yang Zhu's first time seeing the white-clad God King; his thoughts surged like a tide, and he felt somewhat moved.

(End of chapter)