Chapter 204: Immortal Flesh

The child had no time to strike back before Yang Zhu's punch split his body open, blood and flesh blurring, the fine green scales on him all shattering.

He lay on the ground, breath faint, nearly turned into a pool of blood, his human form gone.

"Ignorant of life and death, you dare to be arrogant? Get your trash master out here!"

The big black dog glanced askance, thinking if he were strong enough he'd have acted himself already.

"Who dares to cause trouble here?"

A stern rebuke came from the divine soil, icy cold yet carrying authority.

In the distance, a young man approached, wearing a five-colored dragon robe and a purple-gold crown, looking about twenty.

Yet he bore a mighty aura, like a heavenly king descending.

"He..."

The dying child tried to speak, but waves of intense pain swept his body, the words catching in his throat, never uttered.

"I don't care who you are; injuring an Eight Scenes Palace child makes you a grave criminal."

Yin Tian Zhi stood arrogantly, hands behind his back, coldly gazing at the few, full of extreme confidence.

"What the hell are you, daring to be arrogant? Get Yin Tian De out here!"

Seeing his superior bearing, the big black dog was greatly displeased and spoke bluntly.

"How could my elder brother be seen by just anyone? Do you think my Eight Scenes Palace is some place to be trifled with!"

Yin Tian Zhi was extremely arrogant, but he indeed had the capital—reaching Immortal Second cultivation at a young age, which is commonly called Saint Lord level.

"Boom!"

Yang Zhu, too lazy to waste words, stepped forward in an instant to stand before Yin Tian Zhi; his flesh unparalleled, indestructible myriad tribulations, he threw a punch that swept across myriad miles of mountains and rivers!

"What!"

The towering battle intent was unmatched, causing even the renowned Yin Tian Zhi to start—this was the first time he'd seen someone so powerful besides his elder brother! That pressure, vaster than the star sea, nearly flooded the place, giving a strong sense of suffocation.

At this moment Yin Tian Zhi realized how terrifying the person before him was, comparable to his elder brother, and perhaps even stronger...

Far beyond what the proud talents of Lu Zhou could match!

The five-colored dragon robe fluttered loudly, dazzling and eye-catching; Yin Tian Zhi shouted, his essence and blood ignited, unleashing a full-force strike.

He held nothing back, giving it his all!

Because on Yang Zhu's body he sensed a deathly aura—life and death hung in a single thought! "Boom!"

Like a heaven‑earth explosion, vast void collapsed, forming countless black holes spewing dark light, swallowing the surrounding great peaks one after another.

"Pfft……"

Golden glittering blood sprayed, each drop like radiant divine metal, dazzling; after barely a moment, Yin Tian Zhi was flung sideways.

Boom boom boom! Divine light surged; he became like a meteor, consecutively smashing over ten great peaks—on contact they shattered into dust, falling down in fragments.

"Impossible! Besides my elder brother, this is the first time anyone has wounded my flesh!"

Yin Tian Zhi was shocked to the extreme, pupils constricting as if seeing a ghost, his face turned deathly pale.

His entire arm was crushed to pieces, only a few chunks of flesh left at the shoulder, blood flowing nonstop, not even bone fragments remained.

The person before him tore his arm into a blood mist with a single punch—even Yin Tian De did not possess such an indestructible flesh.

"I tempered my body not with divine phoenix blood—how could you surpass me? Could it be… you are the ancient war body my elder brother mentioned?"

Yin Tian Zhi was also decisive, his fingers like blades, crystal clear, crimson rosy light rising, he sliced away the broken surface of his arm in one motion.

Afterwards his blood boiled, a phoenix wing regrew and became an arm. "Even if you tempered your body with undying phoenix blood, even if you possess the undying phoenix physique, I would still cut him down."

Yang Zhu's eyes like cold lightning, black hair flowing like a waterfall, he moved again—still the purest flesh‑on‑flesh collision, like a war god born, all ways submitting to him.

Holy Body Dao Embryo, one of the strongest physiques in the world, flesh unmatched globally, vitality abundant like the sea, never exhausted.

Moreover favored by the Great Dao, a mere gesture can stir the Dao and pull the laws; near‑invincible and monstrous, innately standing in an undefeatable position.

Only a Chaos Body can rival it!

After Yang Zhu ascended the Immortal Platform, it amounted to another drastic change, three‑lives cultivation, terrifying beyond compare, able to easily pluck stars and grasp the moon, overwhelming everything.

"Bang!"

A fist swung out, as if an entire world were overturning, everything ground to nothing, vanished without trace.

Yin Tian Zhi felt a chill of fear, battle intent overflowing from Yang Zhu's body pierced the heavens, completely submerging him, leaving him heart‑pounding and trembling.

Yang Zhu was too fast; Yin Tian Zhi could not evade, his brow flashing crystal, he hastily performed One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, splitting off two copies of himself.

Purple Qi came east three hundred li, a scene of harmony; amid the faintly visible, immortal palaces floated, presenting a strange sight.

"Taiqing One Qi Primordial Slash!"

The three Yin Tian Zhi turned to void, retreating a great distance; above the firmament descended a strand of Taiqing Qi, forming a purple‑qi heavenly gang thousands of zhang long, which chopped downward.

"Hum!"

Purple‑gold qi and blood spread, boiling like the sea, divine light shining, sacred and hazy, beyond price.

Myriad strands of chaos essence poured down, each heavier than a mountain range, able to collapse the void and smash the earth.

As Yang Zhu's arm trembled, rippling like water waves, it could suppress any phenomenon; the opponent's east‑coming purple qi was completely worn away.

"Thump……"

A thousand‑zhang purple‑qi heavenly gang slashed down, yet Yang Zhu's invincible fist intent shattered it into a wisp of pure qi that dissipated.

Yang Zhu's motion did not relent, advancing fearlessly, the fist wrapped in purple‑gold light landed solidly on the opponent's body.

Pfft! This blow was a baptism with undying phoenix blood; Yin Tian Zhi could not endure, his body split open, horrendous blood traces crawling over it, revealing stark white bones.

Blood light shot to the sky, like a gorgeous firework exploding; Yin Tian Zhi was soaked in fresh blood, turned into a bloody figure.

His body was nearly beaten to a pulp, many blood holes appearing, the shattered torso like a pool of mud, seeming to break at the slightest touch.

Yang Zhu gave him no chance; the Fighting Saint Method began to evolve, a black jar formed, spewing sun‑and‑moon essence, its terrifying might instantly unleashed.

"What kind of trick is this? That jar is incredibly fierce!"

Yan Yixi and several people had been watching the battle; he who had been silent in shock came to his senses, stared intently at that pottery jar, his face full of astonishment.

The pottery jar appeared plain, lacking many runes or patterns, only bearing a wry-smiling human face, yet it exuded a strange magical power.

Just a glance from afar almost swallowed his soul; before he realized it, Yan Yixi had truly sunk in.

"What a terrifying holy weapon!"

The treasure fan in his hand shone brightly, bursting with dazzling light, forcibly pulling his thoughts back; after coming to his senses, Yan Yixi broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a lingering fear.

"This is derived from an extreme Dao imperial weapon."

The big black dog was still polite, gave a brief introduction.

(End of chapter)