Chapter 169

Yang Zhu's eyes were calm, he didn't say much, turned and rushed toward another person, his strike carried terrifying killing intent.

The remaining old monster, nothing but a layer of desiccated bone, sacrificed a broken bronze mirror.

"Boom—rumble—!"

The next moment, a huge gate rose domineeringly, gloomy and imposing, with the three large characters "Southern Heaven Gate" emblazoned on its plaque.

Yama's fierce ghosts and sinister spirit soldiers, in an overwhelming surge, madly poured out from the Southern Heaven Gate, killing intent palpable, all rushing forward.

"Never mind whether this Southern Heaven Gate is a replica; even if it were real here, I would not fear."

Yang Zhu's eyes shot out two beams of divine light, dazzling, the divine light shining brightly; combined with the preceding word secret, he unleashed a world-destroying killing intent.

Boom! The two divine lights like heavenly pillars, also like heavenly blades, the tremendous shock shook space into distortion; that plaque of the Southern Heaven Gate, under this blow, was blasted to powder, vanished completely.

Yang Zhu stepped to beneath the Southern Heaven Gate, paying no heed to the Yama ghosts that had rushed out, raised his hand and smashed the gate, which was over a hundred zhang tall, with a single palm.

Immediately after, he charged at the desiccated-bone old man, and they engaged in a life-and-death battle.

Yang Zhu's fleshly body was peerless; with the force of crushing weeds and rotting wood, under the astonished gazes of all, it took only a few rounds before he tore his opponent to pieces.

Thereafter, he launched a fierce offensive, taking on many foes alone, still unafraid.

The Great Emperor's bloodline, the Sacred Body Dao Embryo, the Wuji Scripture, the Xihuang Scripture, the Nine Secrets, and the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes, when combined, are enough to go against the current and attack immortals!

He seemed like an ancient emperor reborn; every gesture bore absolute killing intent, stirring the Dao's sigils and the laws of heaven and earth—at this moment, he was the embodiment of the Dao.

His physique inherently restrains all evil; combined with various supreme Shen Gong, he needs no flashy techniques—almost relying solely on his fleshly body, he can easily slay mighty beings.

Even if the opponent's realm far exceeds Yang Zhu's, they still struggle to resist.

Yang Zhu pressed forward irresistibly, with the force of crushing weeds and rotting wood; every few rounds, someone fell by his hand.

"This child… bears the demeanor of a Great Emperor!"

The Huacan Holy Person occasionally glanced at Yang Zhu, having taken in his supreme bearing, then gave this evaluation.

"Fairy Yaochi, Yang… Yang Brother, has he always been this dominant?"

Outside the ancient battlefield, even as mighty as the Crown Prince of Xia, his eyes twitched uncontrollably; he could not believe it.

In the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, yet he can easily slay mighty beings—is he even human? Simply a monster! "Yes."

The Yaochi Holy Maiden likewise froze for a moment, then after a brief pause lightly tapped her crystal-clear chin.

It is precisely Yang Zhu's innate kingly aura, together with his forward‑pressing, transcendent demeanor, that deeply attracts her—something she has never encountered before.

"What is this? Slaying Ji Haoyue of the Dao Palace, cutting down the Holy Son of Yin-Yang Sect in the Four Extremes, beheading Wang Teng in the Dragon Transformation—do you believe it? Once he becomes a saint, he'll dare to strike the Forbidden Zone of Life!"

The big black dog's eyes gleamed with spirit, he raised his large head, looking exceedingly arrogant.

"You really shouldn't say that; Daoist Master feels it's possible!"

Duan De agreed, having personally witnessed Yang Zhu's dominance.

Merely in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, he dares to block the entrance of the Absolute Myriad Dragon Nest and seize the true dragon divine medicine.

Having ventured into the eighth layer of the Endless Fire Domain to train troops, he obtained the Nine Secrets and acquired an imperial weapon, yet remained unharmed.

Subsequently he stormed into the Undying Mountain, unafraid of the supreme beings within, and uprooted the Enlightened Dao tea trees that had grown there for hundreds of thousands of years.

All these past events cannot be described as merely shocking; looking across the vast cosmos, ancient and modern, they are unprecedented! "Indeed, even Wang Teng and the head of the Wang family have been slain by him—it seems nothing can truly stand against him."

The Xia Crown Prince nodded, then after thinking of something, he sighed slowly: "I truly don't know whether living in the same era as him is a fortune or a sorrow."

Yang Zhu is too stunning; in less than two years since his emergence, he has overwhelmed the Eastern Wasteland and Northern Plains, with no one able to oppose him. Now he has come to Central State; although he hasn't yet met the Central Emperor, the Xia Crown Prince already has the answer in his heart.

"So this is the Sacred Body Dao Embryo? Indeed, it is mighty!"

"No wonder he is the number one of the Eastern Wasteland—so dominant and terrifying that even mighty beings are no match for him."

The major powers of Central State, as well as supreme experts, watching that scene on the ancient battlefield, all felt their blood boil and were deeply shaken.

The Sacred Body Dao Embryo is invincible in the present age—certainly no rumor!

After dozens of rounds, more than ten mighty experts of the great-ability level were all slain by Yang Zhu; his movements undiminished, he pressed toward the deepest part.

Within him, purple-gold blood energy surged; any Yin soldiers approaching within a kilometer would be refined to nothing in an instant, powerless to resist.

Yang Zhu advanced irresistibly; each time he struck, it took only a few rounds for a supreme expert to fall by his hand—extremely dominant.

His internal aura showed no diminution, but grew ever stronger; his fighting spirit rose higher, his divine power seemed endless, never to be exhausted.

At this moment, the Huacan Holy Person was engaged in a heaven‑shaking, earth‑moving battle, unleashing countless killing techniques, yet still unable to decide victory or defeat.

The Huacan Holy Person fought many against one; though the opponents' strength was comparable, plus he bore an ominous burden, his combat power had greatly diminished from before, and his fierce assault was gradually weakening.

Yang Zhu did not rush forward immediately; instead he stayed in place, silently reciting the Salvation Sutra in his heart.

"Hummm…"

The heavens and earth trembled violently; a vast, resonant heavenly sound descended from above, holy and harmonious, possessing the effect of ferrying away Yin evil and awakening the good thoughts within.

The holy ripples spread like water waves; wherever they passed, all Yin evil qi was completely purified, turning into green smoke that dissipated.

Countless Yin soldiers and generals, seeing this, fled like avoiding scorpions, their hearts pounding to the extreme, dispersing like a tide, fearful of even a trace of contact.

"The complete Salvation Sutra!"

The Huacan Holy Person's pupils flickered slightly, then he quickly came to terms; the person before him could even traverse the river of time and space, so mastering the Salvation Sutra was to be expected.

The vast heavenly sound echoed through heaven and earth, resembling an ancient sacrificial chant, holy and solemn, ferrying this world; even if the Yin soldiers fled, it availed them nothing, they could not escape being refined.

After half an hour, the ancient battlefield that had been shrouded in rolling black mist and howling Yin wind now became clear and bright; aside from a very few experts, the rest were entirely refined and absorbed.

"Senior, the time has come; I must take my leave."

Yang Zhu looked at the Huacan Holy Person, who after a great battle had half his body stained red with blood, most of it from the enemy.

He had been tainted with misfortune, cursed; his life was already short, merely enduring the agony of anti‑corrosion by sheer will.

After this battle, even if he hadn't suffered grave injury, he had reached the end of his life; his days were few.

And this was his final battle in life; afterward he would fall, burying himself here.

"Go forth; I, Huacan, lack sufficient insight, and can only stop here in my lifetime, yet I consider myself blameless toward humanity, and at the end of my life, I am fortunate to have witnessed your like rise—this life bears no regret."

The Huacan Holy Person nodded; he had spent his life fighting for humanity, never retreating.

Saint is not merely a realm, but also a magnanimity and a bearing; and he, he is worthy of the title "Saint"! Yang Zhu felt an inexplicable pulling force, the surrounding spacetime reversed, chaotic mist swirled, and a light gate appeared before his eyes.

"Before I leave, I'll help my seniors once more."

Finally, he took one last look at the transforming Saint, Yang Zhu walked toward the gate, half his body had already entered it, but he suddenly turned back to look.

(End of chapter)