Chapter 15: The Might of the Holy Body Dao Embryo

Everyone followed the sound and saw Yang Zhu standing on the mountain peak, the strong wind making his clothes flutter loudly.

At this moment, at the center of Yang Zhu's Sea of Bitterness, a spring eye appeared, connecting to the source of life; the divine spring surged forth, continuously replenishing his divine power.

Gazing into the distance, the mountains and rivers seemed to breathe, maple leaves drifted down, tender shoots sprouted, and he perceived everything clearly.

Beside him, Jiang Yi Fei had a gentle expression, giving off an elegant, scholarly feeling.

"This is the black dog's companion; now there's a good show to watch. When the yin tomb opened, I was there and personally witnessed him slay a great demon with fierce methods."

"There are rumors that he is a Primeval Holy Body; I don't know if it's true or false."

Whether or not they had seen Yang Zhu before, everyone was shocked by the innate kingly aura emanating from him.

"Who is that person beside him? He looks transcendent and unworldly, not like an ordinary person."

Jiang Yi Fei was the same; without deliberate effort, a casual gesture revealed his extraordinariness.

"Woof! Bastard, your time to die has come!"

Upon seeing Yang Zhu, the Black Emperor instantly gained confidence, raising his large dog head, his bald tail standing straight up, his expression triumphant.

"You're the companion of this black dog? Then report your name."

As a Holy Son, Wang Yang possessed extraordinarily keen perception; with just a glance he knew the two before him were anything but simple.

"Brother Yang Zhu, do you need me to take action?"

Jiang Yi Fei's smile did not diminish, but as he spoke those words, a killing intent rose upon him.

"Thank you, but I'll handle it myself."

Yang Zhu declined the other's goodwill, his gaze sweeping over Wang Yang without causing the slightest ripple.

"I heard you're looking for trouble with me?"

"Ha! Arrogant, do you think I'd be afraid of you?"

Seeing himself ignored, Wang Yang's face instantly turned cold; his treasure vase expanded to several meters high, its mouth askew and aimed at Yang Zhu.

"Really, anyone dares to be arrogant."

As the last word fell, Yang Zhu transformed into a golden flash of lightning and shot forth.

Yang Zhu was enveloped in golden radiance, his whole body shining with divine splendor; the divine fire within burned across his surface like a gilded war god clad in armor, his aura imposing.

Even though Wang Yang's cultivation was at the Other Shore Realm, facing Yang Zhu's fierce fighting spirit made his heart skip a beat.

He controlled the treasure vase, spewing out strands of purple mist that formed a large net descending to cover.

Yang Zhu swung his fist, divine power entering the sea, striking down with incomparably domineering force, shaking the space violently.

His golden fist seemed magical, as if it could destroy anything; a single blow shattered the purple net instantly.

"You actually broke my attack with just your flesh? I don't believe it—can you still withstand my Purple Phoenix Vase?"

Wang Yang never expected Yang Zhu to truly be a Holy Body; facing the surging fighting spirit within Yang Zhu's body, his heart leapt violently.

"Then go ahead and try."

Divine fire blazed across his body, the spring eye endlessly spewing out limitless divine power; his aura became even more formidable than before!

He was like an awakened ferocious beast, unstoppable, the boundless barbaric power erupting fully at this moment.

Yang Zhu's golden fist heavily struck the Purple Phoenix Vase; with a crisp crackling sound, the violet‑glowing treasure vase instantly dimmed and exploded with a bang!

Wang Yang's pupils contracted; he could hardly believe his eyes—the opponent had truly shattered his weapon with bare hands. Is this even a person? It's practically a humanoid holy weapon! Only now did he deeply feel the might of the Holy Body, truly overwhelming and invincible.

"A Primeval Holy Body? No, it seems there's something more…"

Jiang Yi Fei was equally shocked; he too only learned of Yang Zhu's physique at this moment.

While everyone else thought Yang Zhu was a Primeval Holy Body, only he noticed the clue and fell into contemplation.

Yet for a moment he could not guess the correct answer.

Having lost a magic treasure, Wang Yang, unwilling to accept it, unleashed another of his treasures—a bronze eight‑trigram mirror.

"I don't believe you can break this either!" The bronze eight‑trigram mirror flipped, releasing blinding light, then shot out a beam of divine light.

A mountain peak several tens of zhang high, before this divine light, was as flimsy as paper and easily cleaved in half.

The divine light swept across the ground, carving a deep gorge into the earth, its power terrifyingly formidable.

The divine light rose from below, enveloping Yang Zhu in an attempt to refine him.

Yang Zhu stood on a mountain peak, his eyes calm as water; he took a step forward, and the peak beneath his feet instantly shattered into ash from a powerful hidden force.

Golden divine fire blazed; he advanced with an unstoppable formidable fighting spirit, confronting the bronze eight‑trigram mirror head‑on.

All cultivators held their breath, focusing intently to see whether Yang Zhu could still shatter a magic treasure with bare hands.

The divine light enveloped Yang Zhu, unleashing endless divine power to refine him into nothingness, but that layer of divine fire blocked it completely, unable to harm him in the slightest.

The golden fist struck again, a crackling sound rang out; amid the astonished gazes of over a hundred people, Yang Zhu once more shattered a magic treasure with a single punch! "The Holy Body is unparalleled under heaven—indeed it can break myriad weapons with the flesh!"

"The Holy Body has appeared; the Eastern Wasteland is destined to be shaken!"

After a brief silence, no one could calm their hearts any longer.

They knew that from today onward, the news of the Holy Body's emergence would surely spread throughout the Eastern Wasteland.

By then, even a transcendent power like a Holy Land would be moved.

Eastern Wasteland Divine Bodies, Heavenly Demon Bodies and other physiques that appear once in myriad ages emerged one after another; even the exceedingly rare Primeval Holy Body, countable throughout history, has already appeared!

Various divine bodies and heaven‑chosen geniuses have all appeared; a Golden Grand Era is imminent.

In this age, who can break through their shackles, outpace all rivals, and finally attain the Dao? Thinking of this, no one can remain calm.

Hearing such discussion, the Big Black Dog wore a displeased face: "What Primeval Holy Body? Clearly it's an Innate Holy Body Dao Embryo!"

"I wonder what expression those people will have after learning the truth…"

Jiang Yi Fei muttered to himself; he naturally meant the other Holy Sons.

In the field, only the Yin Yang Sect's group looked as if they had swallowed a dead fly, their faces grim to the extreme.

They have forged a grudge with Yang Zhu; this is not merely kicking an iron plate—it could bring them a catastrophic disaster!

They regretted it, but it was too late.

Yang Chu's fist came smashing; Wang Yang, having learned from past experience, dared not meet it head-on, hoping to use his superior realm to create distance and wait for another chance.

He underestimated Yang Chu's speed.

He was two realms higher than Yang Chu, yet the latter was like a sudden gust of wind, arriving instantly, far faster than him.

"Is he still human?"

Wang Yang shifted sideways over a hundred meters, yet still got caught by the fist's wind, instantly being flung away, bleeding from mouth and nose, his inner sea of suffering churning.

This was merely the wind from the fist; he dared not imagine what would happen if the fist itself struck him.

Wang Yang realized he couldn't back down; there was no chance to retreat.

Yang Chu's speed was too fast, far surpassing the other shore realm of him; even with all his might, he could not escape.

"Even when beating a dog, you look at its owner; you don't have the qualifications yet."

Yang Chu came like a raging storm; his golden fist was unstoppable, with the force of destroying the rotten, blasting the opponent's entire arm into a mist of blood.

"Ah!"

The intense pain made Wang Yang grit his teeth; before he could react further, Yang Chu's fist came again.

Cracks spread across Wang Yang's whole body; then his body exploded into a mist of light, blood spattered, his broken corpse fell from midair, and thus a generation's holy son perished.

Yang Chu's black hair flew wildly, his eyes looked down upon the Yin-Yang Sect crowd, instantly making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

(End of chapter)