Chapter 42: Overwhelmingly One-sided

The disciples of Yao Que Pavilion stood before the seal, as if a huge mountain pressed down, their bodies suffering intense squeezing pressure, their skin aching, and fine beads of blood seeped out, dyeing the whole person crimson.

They were like blood-covered people, bloody and horrible, the piercing pain constantly eroding their psychological defenses, on the verge of collapse.

Boom! With a tremendous roar, the sacrificed magical artifact was shattered and could not block the handprint in the slightest; those disciples standing in front were also without doubt crushed into blood.

The golden handprint was unmatched; reaching down from high altitude, it uprooted a pavilion over a hundred meters tall, and with a little force it crushed it in one grasp.

"Is this still human? With only a Dao Palace-level Sacred Body Dao Embryo, how could it possess such might……"

"A freak, absolutely a freak!"

Seeing this, the elders and disciples of Yao Que Pavilion, who had barely mustered their fighting spirit, had it instantly doused like a blow to the head.

Even as strong as the Southern Demon, they had never in this realm crushed Yao Que Pavilion with a single grasp and killed an opponent one major realm higher in one strike; but Yang Zhu's power is truly terrifying, far beyond their common sense.

"So exhilarating!"

The unscrupulous Daoist, agile in form and with many treasures on him, acted decisively, disposing of a person in just a few moves.

From time to time he also threw out some minor formations, instantly killing dozens, leaving the opponents no power to retaliate.

Don't look at this guy's usual lack of virtue; when it counts, he's still quite reliable!

Ordinary demonkind are not even in Yang Zhu's sight; each raise of his hand can wipe out a swath, as if entering an uninhabited land.

In less than the time to finish a cup of tea, over a thousand demons were slain by him, many of them in the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

Yao Que Pavilion is of ordinary standing; in the Southern Ridges it cannot even achieve second-rate strength, so its strength is naturally not strong.

Even the elders within the pavilion are mostly at the peak of the Dao Palace realm, and those slightly stronger have just broken through Dao Palace.

"Here they come."

Yang Zhu's eyes shot out a golden light, piercing the void, and he saw a demonic god-like figure awaken.

"Who dares to attack my Yao Que Pavilion?!"

A roar like thunder burst forth from the deepest cavern, exploding above the firmament.

The weaker disciples instantly felt dizzy and blurred vision, their minds going blank; the stronger elders, though able to stay conscious, also felt their eardrums ache.

"It… it's Elder Chi! We're saved!"

"Having been in seclusion for several hundred years, his strength must be unfathomable; I never expected him to emerge today!"

The demonfolk, who had been utterly hopeless, now felt that aura and their hope was rekindled.

Inside the cavern, demonic qi surged skyward, spreading terrifying tremors; the sealed mountain shook violently, on the verge of collapse, constantly rolling down boulders and cracking open many huge fissures.

Boom! The mountain exploded, turning into countless fragments that fell, kicking up clouds of dust; the shattered mountain crashed down, leaving the ground pitted with many huge holes.

Among them, a figure like a barbarian, his whole body shrouded in the most primal killing intent, transformed into a small mountain flying toward them, its aura terrifying.

"Damn, I didn't expect there to be an old immortal hidden here."

Duan De burst out cursing; he had been enjoying the slaughter, but this sudden appearance of an old monster dampened his vigor considerably.

In just a few blinks, that person strode to Yang Zhu's side.

His name is Chi Li, a figure of Supreme Elder stature in Yao Que Pavilion, even surpassing the Pavilion Master's realm.

He appears to have lived several hundred years; he is not tall in stature, yet his aura is terrifyingly strong, his upper body bare, revealing withered skin like yellow paper, but as hard as a copper wall.

His eyes are sunken, appearing somewhat hollow, yet possessing a captivating demonic power; gazing into them makes one's spirit unconsciously grow dazed.

"Where did this human brat come from, daring to act so wantonly in demon territory!" Gazing at the swathes of Yao Que Pavilion disciples cut down, Chi Li's face turned grim and terrifying, his eyes like two daggers, deeply gouging into Yang Zhu and the other person.

Yang Zhu floated like an immortal, his white robes fluttering without wind, his handsome jade-like appearance surpassing that of women, yet without a trace of femininity.

Simply standing there, needing no movement, he seemed the sovereign of this heaven and earth, his kingly aura inspiring awe and reverence.

"You actually dare to attack mortals, sucking infants' origins to boost your cultivation—you deserve to die."

Yang Zhu spoke calmly, his heart devoid of any fear.

"The weak are prey to the strong; they lacking strength naturally become fodder for others' cultivation advancement—no wonder others do so."

I didn't expect Chi Li, upon hearing this, to sneer contemptuously; to him these things were perfectly justified, with no intention of concealment.

"According to what you say, these disciples are inferior to others; their deaths are not unjust."

"Bullshit, you killed my pavilion's disciples; today I will make you pay with your life!"

Chi Li let out a great shout, his disheveled black hair flying wildly, demonic qi surging within him like a demon god, he raised his fist and charged to attack.

His realm is at the Fourth Heaven of the Four Extremes; he has tempered his four limbs to perfection, even half a foot stepped into the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, his power immensely terrifying.

"Really a joke."

They plunder infants and devour their origins as a matter of course; when others cut down their disciples, they demand a life for a life.

Even though the opponent had already half-stepped into the Dragon Transformation Realm, Yang Zhu remained unafraid, taking a step forward to meet him with flesh against flesh.

The flesh of the Sacred Body Dao Embryo is unparalleled in the world, fearing no one!

Boom! The two collided like meteors; at the instant of contact, terrifying aura spread like floodwaters, and the rippling aftermath tore many tiny spatial cracks in the surrounding space.

Chi Li was shocked; he never expected that a human youth, a full realm lower in cultivation, would dare to oppose him with his flesh.

"This kid is actually only at the Dao Palace Secret Realm?!"

That's not the point; the crucial thing is that at the moment of fleshly collision, his body sank, his footprints deeply imprinted in the void—he was actually overpowered!

"Killing you at the Dao Palace level is enough."

Yang Zhu's treasured body is crystalline, forged who knows how many times with divine materials, and further inscribed with supreme Dao markings, elevated to a terrifying degree.

Under a Holy Weapon, magical artifacts struggle to harm him in the slightest, let alone when the opponent fights him with flesh.

Yang Zhu's soul trembled, his fist erupting with a seal imbued with tremendous law-aura that shocked Chi Li into sensing the aura of death.

"What a powerful seal!"

Chi Li hastily retracted his fist, turning into a streak of light and fleeing at full speed.

With a bang, the seal exploded, heavenly might pouring down like mountains overturning seas, blasting the surrounding area for several li into utter ruin, the mountain range utterly destroyed.

"Sacred Body Dao Embryo! I never expected him to be here."

"The Yaoque Pavilion is done for; who would be better off not provoking, yet they dare to provoke him—the recent grand gathering is a living example…"

The huge commotion drew everyone nearby; soon someone recognized Yang Zhu, and upon seeing that the one fighting Yang Zhu was the Chi Li Empress, many felt regret.

"I've lived over a thousand years, but today I fear I'll fall into Yang Zhu's hands."

The Holy Body's might is awe-inspiring, shaking ancient and modern; whenever it appears, it shines spectacularly in all directions, making other physiques pale in comparison—let alone that Yang Zhu is a Holy Body Dao Embryo.

The crowd of onlookers grew larger, yet no one thought Chi Li had a chance to win.

(End of chapter)