Chapter 168: line with translation of chapter title

Yang Zhu's glabella flashed with immortal light, dazzling and blinding; the nine origin Dao patterns imprinted within him by the Great Emperor's essence blood were activated, exuding the might of a Great Emperor.

At the same time, the stone disc engraved with the Primordial Killing Formation silently rotated, beginning to construct and close the gate; myriad strands of chaos permeated, almost submerging Yang Zhu.

At this moment, an omen appeared, showing auspicious signs; the surrounding spacetime was in disorder, like a river flowing away, and everything became hazy.

His body began to gradually sink into the gate; at the same time, on the ancient battlefield, that figure stepped forward bit by bit, his breath like a raging flood, emitting a palpitation-inducing fluctuation.

"Is this an ancient holy body? No, this person is even stronger than an ancient holy body!"

The Yin General stared fixedly at the light gate, an inexplicable chill rose, fear to the extreme; even though his skin had no trace of blood, his palpitation could clearly be felt.

"Go!"

One of the Yin Generals could no longer bear it, shouted a line and quickly retreated.

Before the holy body Dao fetus physique, they felt an endless pressure; Yang Zhu's sacred pure bloodline power almost ignited their lives.

"Can you get away?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the light gate, causing the great Dao runes to roar, like heavenly thunder exploding.

All yin and evil things in the field were struck like thunder to the head, their bodies frozen in place; many Yin soldiers didn't even get to utter a sound before being torn apart by the divine might within.

"Hum!"

Golden light blazed, like a rising sun, brilliant to the point of being hard to look at its true form; holy divine immortal light illuminated this battlefield.

Boom! The next moment, the Chaos Heavenly Sword swept across the sky, driven to the extreme, its snow‑white blade flashing with divine radiance, terrifying beyond compare, able to cleave even the void! The Chaos Heavenly Sword surged, its blade tens of thousands of feet long reaching the heavens; at this moment, vast expanses of void collapsed, within which came a dull rumble, as if a galaxy had exploded.

"Pfft……"

The lucid heavenly sword descended, a palpitation‑inducing killing intent permeating every corner of the battlefield; with a soft sound, three Yin Generals were cut down, body and spirit destroyed.

The next moment, Yang Zhu successfully stepped out of the light gate, clad in a black robe that fluttered, his eyes like cold lightning, overlooking the battlefield, like a Great Emperor reborn, his divine might overwhelming the world, transcending all things.

All the Yin soldiers and Yin Generals, under his gaze, couldn't help but shiver.

Merely a wisp of Yang Zhu's breath, in their eyes, was hotter than a divine furnace, as if it could refine them to nothing at any moment.

"Haha, I don't know where you come from, little friend, but I, Huacan, first thank you for your help!"

Huacan Saint laughed loudly; although Yang Zhu's cultivation was not high, his bloodline and physique were incomparably strong, hard to gauge, even this Saint himself was amazed.

Moreover, it seemed Yang Zhu had come to assist him, which was no different from sending charcoal in the snow, a great favor.

"I come from later ages; I happened to reach the predecessor's relics, deliberately manifesting a past‑me Dao body to come and help the predecessor eradicate all evil."

As the sound fell, purple‑gold blood energy surged, spreading dozens of miles, vast like a tide; its vigorous vitality was more surging than an ocean, mighty and holy! "Later ages… good, good, good, our human race has produced such a person; we will surely never again be controlled by other beings."

Huacan Saint was stunned for a moment, fell into contemplation, then uttered three "good"s in succession and burst into hearty laughter.

"If that's the case, we'll settle these things first, then kill whatever lies deepest inside!"

Having said that, he raised his hand to represent mountains, lowered it to represent seas; sea and sky connected, with the might of overturning mountains and seas, he swept all directions, terrifying and boundless.

In an instant, two more Yin Generals were slain, and at the same time vast swaths of Yin soldiers were swept away like fallen leaves.

"Good!"

Yang Zhu nodded; at this moment, the aura of the holy body Dao fetus no longer retracted, like a war god revived, with peerless fighting spirit capable of overwhelming everything. His body emanated divine radiance, countless Dao patterns shimmering around him like stars holding the moon, encircling him.

"Boom!"

Yang Zhu moved; the instant he raised his hand, the great Dao roared, the void split open a huge abyss, and a brilliant star river cascaded down, tens of thousands of feet long, vast and boundless.

"Ah——"

Like a wailing ghost, the Yin soldiers who had already retreated were overtaken by the star river, their escape route cut off.

Divine radiance like a waterfall, crystal‑clear and dazzling, wrapped in terrifying killing intent, it descended; tens of thousands of Yin soldiers in this strike were cut to flying ash, then refined into strands of pure qi.

Yang Zhu turned into divine radiance and shot forth; his body trembled, and the ocean‑like pure qi was instantly drained by him.

He raised his hand and pressed down; a purple‑gold palm print covered the heavens, permeating with vast heavenly might, terrifying beyond compare.

Three Yama kings rushed forth from the depths; each at least had the cultivation of a great expert, and one old corpse was even a complete perfected corpse.

Yet under the palm print condensed from great Dao runes, even exhausting all their means and endless Shen Gong, they were of no avail, unable to resist in the slightest, and were finally all slain.

Knowing they could not retreat, more than ten powerful figures shrouded in black qi came from the depths of the black sea, each no pushover.

Some were ancient corpses, some were emaciated old monsters reduced to skin and bone, and even worse, some lay inside bronze coffins…

Each was icy cold like ten‑thousand‑year‑old black ice, terrifying killing intent surging, as if the gates of hell had opened, with endless Yama issuing forth.

"Proving the Dao with corpses, you petty cultivator."

Yang Zhu showed no fear; the Wushi Scripture silently turned, emitting a palpitation‑inducing fluctuation that permeated ancient and modern; he took a step crossing over a thousand feet, arriving before the bronze coffin.

Purple‑gold blood energy burst forth; he struck down with a palm, a bang sounded, the bronze coffin sank, cracking in many places; the black mist that was about to erupt was instantly refined to nothing by the purple‑gold blood energy.

A light tremor of his arm split the void with many black lines; the bronze coffin's cracks spread everywhere, and it exploded with a boom.

The coffin shattered, fragments flying; a figure wrapped in thick mist swiftly retreated.

"Kieh kieh kieh!"

Within the mist, a pair of indifferent eyes stared fixedly at Yang Zhu, emitting a shrill wail like a ten‑thousand‑year‑old ghost, extremely yin and cold, inevitably making one's hair stand on end.

"Hmm?"

Yang Zhu frowned; the Fighting Saint Law evolved into its ultimate essence, forming a golden war spear, radiant gold, emanating divine light, which he swayed and threw.

The golden war spear permeated imperial might, causing everyone present to change expression, hearts trembling with fear, all shocked.

"Pfft……"

The spear merged into the void; when it reappeared, it was already before the black mist, and the figure hiding in the black mist that had uttered "kieh kieh kieh" was pierced through and pinned in the void.

An ancient expert of great stature was felled by Yang Zhu with a single strike.

"Even an ancient holy body might not be like this; who exactly are you?"

The others were astonished; the person before them was only at the fifth stage of the Transformation Dragon realm, yet could raise a hand to suppress a great expert, instantly overwhelm a perfected king—something unheard of.

Moreover, with their knowledge, they instantly recognized Yang Zhu's Shen Gong just used—the Fighting Saint Law, renowned as the foremost offensive technique! (End of chapter)