Chapter 217

Bang! Bang! Bang! Pfft……

Despite giving his all to block, he was still caught up by the Heavenly Blade; the three manifested Yin Tian De were struck down one after another, turning into light and vanishing.

Finally he employed immortal Shen Gong, turning into a purple mist that vanished on the spot, allowing his true body to evade this strike.

"As expected……"

A thousand zhang away, Yin Tian De appeared, a gash split open across his chest from left shoulder to abdomen, gruesome; blood spilled on the spot, streaming continuously.

He lowered his gaze to the horrifying wound, now covered with a layer of strange runes that made the injury hard to heal.

In the end he expended considerable energy, even spitting out a mouthful of essence blood, to extinguish those runes, and he remained wary.

"Damn, this is outright monstrous; with just one move he nearly slayed Yin Tian De……"

People stood dumbstruck, especially the myriad geniuses and heaven‑chosen; even the horizontal sweep of Zi Wei on overcast days left no one a match, and even some supreme sect masters dared not provoke.

Yin Tian De was like a great mountain, pressing them down so they could not rise; now a monster even more talented than Yin Tian De has appeared—who can oppose him? "Hum!"

The Heavenly Blade turned into divine light and returned to Yang Zhu's body; the next instant, the Fighting Saint Law evolved, and a golden war spear burst forth!

The golden war spear seemed cast of gold, as if it could pierce all things, lying there horizontally, emitting specks of halo, bearing a lethal killing intent that surged heavenward.

"What sort of divine weapon is this……"

A shudder ran through the crowd; the golden war spear wove together the Dao and principle, its fierce battle intent making the six directions and eight wilderness tremble, boundless terror! "It is an extreme Dao imperial armament!"

Li Tian's expression was excited; they had seen this golden war spear before, deeply astonished and shocked; three years have passed, yet they still cannot forget it.

"Big brother is so strong; Tongtong also wants to be like him!"

Ye Tong's eyes were clear and bright, filled with admiration and longing, utterly resolute.

"Haha, good!"

Duan De laughed heartily, ruffling his little head to show encouragement.

"One side illusions vanish!"

Yin Tian De opened his mouth and spat out a treasure vase; as the mouth tilted, a small world was shaken out.

That was a deep place, with palaces lining up and celestial pavilions drifting; beneath each lay intricate connecting spell patterns.

Once activated, it could trigger a saint‑level grand formation; below the saint realm, it could hardly be damaged in the slightest.

However, this formation is special; it can be used only a few times, akin to a forbidden implement, and loses its effect after use.

This is Yin Tian De's life‑saving trump card; he has possessed it until now without ever using it, but feeling death's approach acutely, he unhesitatingly sacrificed it.

"This is a saint‑level grand formation; let's see how you break it!"

Yin Tian De stood within the celestial pavilion; under his urging, all the spell patterns flickered and revived.

Instantly, holy might permeated; the black ocean evaporated hundreds of zhang, abruptly like a sunken pit, and the surrounding waves, no matter how tumultuous, could not quickly fill it.

Yang Zhu's expression remained calm; the Fighting Secret continued to strengthen the golden war spear, while also activating the Soldier Secret and the Front Secret.

The Nine Secrets; each secret is the pinnacle of this realm's domain, and any single secret can rival a piece of immortal gold.

It is said that once the Nine Secrets are gathered, one can glimpse the chance to become an immortal, after which no one will be a match! Because the Nine Secrets are too heaven‑defying, they were scattered and fell across the universe.

"Is this your trump card?"

The three secrets emerged together, overwhelmingly mighty; the golden war spear tore through the void, carrying a qi that could make all living things hibernate, and it streaked across the sky to thrust forth.

Beneath Yin Tian De's feet, the spell patterns glittered with crystalline luster, driven to the extreme; the boundless divine might could destroy everything, tugging at the Dao patterns.

Before such might, everything appears insignificant!

"You must hold on." Yi Qingwu, the foremost beauty of Zi Wei, stared intently at the battlefield's changes, her pearly teeth lightly biting her red lip, her feelings complex.

She is Yin Tian De's fiancée; this was the Guanghan Palace's attempt to win him over, initiating a marriage alliance.

As for herself, she felt nothing for Yin Tian De; she valued more his talent and the achievements he could reach in the future.

But on that moonlit night, upon first seeing Yang Zhu, she was stunned and dazzled.

She had never seen such a transcendent person, more divine than gods, priceless beyond words; moreover, his appearance left her, the foremost, with nothing to match.

At that moment, her heart raced unusually; for a while she was at a loss, wanting to say something, but Yang Zhu hurried away, giving her no chance.

She did not know what feeling she held for Yang Zhu; merely, after he left, there was a moment when she realized, her breath disrupted.

"Boom—rumble—rumble!"

The golden war spear pierced through and arrived above the small world; the spell patterns began to flicker, and divine might like a surging tide overturned, flooding over.

It could easily erase the might of a saint lord; upon contacting that spear, every attack seemed to be corroded.

Within a few meters of the spear, all was worn away by a special divine power.

"You fool, the holy weapon derived from the extreme Dao imperial armament possesses supreme, profound, endless mysteries; how could mere saint‑level spell patterns hope to block it?"

The unscrupulous Daoist sneered; Zi Wei lacks an extreme Dao imperial armament, and does not know what those four characters signify.

Under the simultaneous activation of the Soldier Secret and the Fighting Saint Law, the golden war spear unleashed streams of golden tempering, even grander than a divine waterfall.

The spell patterns within the small world trembled, being gradually dissolved by the golden tempering; the ancient halls and celestial pavilions crumbled inch by inch, becoming fragmented.

"……"

Yin Tian De remained silent, his face solemn; he had even sacrificed his life‑saving trump card, yet still could not withstand that immortal spear.

Boom! Finally, with the three secrets' support, the small world utterly shattered; even saint‑level spell patterns could not escape, being worn away!

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, Yin Tian De was pierced by the spear, hurled sideways a thousand zhang, and along the way crystalline blood beads dripped down like crystal, glimmering faintly.

The immortal spear exploded, its terrifying surge rampaging; Yin Tian De's body cracked in many places, finally splitting apart and bursting open.

"Undying Phoenix Blood Body!"

Yin Tian De exhausted most of his essence blood, performed a supreme secret technique, and his flesh reassembled, recongealing.

Yet whenever a trace of Yang Zhu's aura touched him, any injury became hard to heal; even after reforming his flesh, it was covered with many blood marks, difficult to fully repair.

"Ah!"

Yin Tian De's black hair was disheveled, blood surged like a pillar, soaking more than half of his body red, bloody, he let out an unwilling roar, his eyes filled with madness and despair.

Yang Zhu was too strong—strong enough that in just two exchanges he almost killed him; he had never seen such a monstrous existence.

He had overwhelmed Zi Wei, thinking he had no rival in the world, but upon meeting Yang Zhu he realized he could not even hope to match his heels.

At this moment, his Dao heart wavered; with Yang Zhu present, he was almost devoid of any chance to attain the Dao.

"Yin Tian De almost got beheaded; fortunately he managed to save his life..."

"Good heavens, is this even human? He's practically a monster!"

People exclaimed; in their eyes, Yin Tian De, who was hard to contend with, appeared utterly feeble and disheveled before Yang Zhu.

Their hearts felt as if gripped by a huge hand, giving them an intense sense of suffocation...

(End of chapter)