Chapter 43: Standing Calmly

"Holy Body Dao Embryo..."

Chīlí heard their conversation, and only then learned Yang Zhu's identity, as well as his shocking actions these past days.

Only now did he realize he had run into a stone wall, possibly bringing endless calamity upon the Demon Pavilion, for he had provoked one of the most promising individuals destined to prove the Dao, and no one could come to terms with him.

"In that case, today only one of us can live."

No matter what, Chīlí has lived for over a thousand years; even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him, he would remain composed. Since we have forged a grudge, we must spare no effort to slay him!

"I admit your physical body is indeed strong, but what about facing this?"

With a great shout, Chīlí sacrificed a leg bone of gold, silver, copper, and iron, its whole body shining with dazzling light—this was actually a saint's leg bone! The leg bone seemed incredibly heavy; even a casual movement squeezed the void, making it illusory, as if it would shatter at any moment.

"This old immortal actually has such a treasure."

The unscrupulous Daoist exclaimed in surprise; after searching the dao field for a long time, he had only found two, and their energy was nearly depleted, unable to manifest any holy might, utterly incomparable to Chīlí's.

"You'd better give it your all, poor Daoist; I've taken a liking to that leg bone—if you obtain it, you'll become my sworn brother in life and death."

Duan De rubbed his plump white hands, muttering under his breath, hoping more than anyone that Yang Zhu would win.

Naturally, Chīlí had heard of the Holy Body's might; knowing its terrifying vitality would recover, he hesitated not, immediately employing his strongest means, hoping to slay with thunderous force.

"Under the saint's leg bone, let's see how you resist!"

He raised the leg bone, needing no technique, and after fully activating it, he smashed it down.

In an instant the void trembled, bursting with violent undulations; mountains and rivers shattered at this moment, tens of zhang of divine source stretched across the mountain range, and after the mountain body broke, it all sank in.

At the same time, the Demon Pavilion nearby could not withstand the holy might; two demon pavilions, shaken by the holy might's undulations, collapsed into rubble.

Those nearby had no time to flee; under the mighty holy might, they were like ants, instantly swept into blood mist.

A Half-step Transforming Dragon powerhouse, fully activating the saint's leg bone—its power can be imagined!

Yang Zhu's gaze was firm; even facing the saint's leg bone, he did not retreat in the slightest.

He possessed an invincible Dao heart, destined to advance without retreat, with no way out.

If not for this deadly situation, he would have chosen to retreat, and his 'Dao' would have completely collapsed.

Within him, the Beginningless Scripture operated to the utmost Dao; the Dao markings on his skin all lit up, then receded into secrecy.

His aura surged severalfold in an instant! 'What? The Holy Body Dao Embryo is going to hard-clash with the saint's leg bone?'

"This isn't strength; this is clearly courting death!"

Seeing Yang Zhu like this, everyone felt parched and broke into cold sweat; his dominance far exceeded their expectations! 'Are you confident? If not, we can flee first and come back later to overturn them.'

Duan De was also a little worried, but only a bit; after all, he knew Yang Zhu possessed the Xing Character Secret, so even if he truly lost, retreat would still be no problem.

Golden Divine Fire enveloped his whole body, completely wrapping Yang Zhu; the Life Spring gushed forth, continuously overflowing with divine power.

The Heart Divine Repository and Lung Divine Repository emerged from within him, two radiant deities standing behind Yang Zhu, causing his aura to rise again.

"Let me see how this leg bone fares!"

As his words fell, he shot up like a brilliant divine light.

In everyone's shocked gaze, he truly intended to oppose the holy might with his fleshly hand!

The leg bone smashed down; Yang Zhu instantly felt immense pressure like a torrent of river water pouring backward, the divine fire extinguished by the squeeze and then reignited.

Yang Zhu's expression remained calm; even now he stayed composed, showing no trace of panic.

Boom! A dull sound rang through the heavens, like a heavenly drum beating, extremely low, making people's hearts skip a beat.

The mountain range below instantly sank, revealing a huge heavenly pit, bottomless, as if it could swallow souls.

Immediately after, the terrifying aftermath surged across heaven and earth; although the onlookers had already retreated far enough, they were still affected, many as if struck by a divine whip, spurting blood. Yang Zhu's golden fist seemed to strike a piece of exceedingly tough divine metal, his body suddenly sinking several meters, his arm transmitting a tingling numbness.

If not for his fully operating the Beginningless Scripture and activating all the Dao markings on his skin, this blow might truly have been hard to bear.

"How is that possible?!"

Chīlí fully activated the leg bone; this strike consumed nearly half of his spiritual power, failing to kill the opponent was bad enough, but he couldn't even inflict serious injury.

At this moment Chīlí felt his heart like dead ashes; only now did he deeply realize the might of the Holy Body Dao Embryo.

Throughout ancient and modern times, the strongest flesh! These few characters now carried extraordinary weight.

"As expected of the Holy Body Dao Embryo, it actually could withstand the holy might!"

Upon seeing Yang Zhu unharmed, the hearts of those who had been holding their breath churned with shock and awe once more, marveling again at the might of the Holy Body Dao Embryo.

Yang Zhu silently triggered the Zhe Character Secret, quickly recovering his expenditure, then surged forth again to hard-clash with the leg bone once more.

"Then I'll go all out too!"

Chīlí's eyes glowed crimson; he took out a small bottle, opened it, releasing a continually strange primordial qi, and gulped it down.

In the next moment, black demonic qi surged like a tide; his muscles instantly went limp, his skin losing the last trace of vitality, leaving only a corpse's skin, like a living skeleton.

Blood vessels crept across his eyes, gradually losing reason, gaining a hint of madness.

At the same time, his consumption recovered at a terrifying speed.

He swung the leg bone down again, more terrifying than before; space could no longer bear it, being smashed into a huge black hole.

"Those are people's primordial essence; this damned thing has surely harmed many!"

Duan De shouted angrily, stomping his foot; if not for his lack of strength, he would have rushed up to kick Chīlí twice.

Yang Zhu knew Chīlí was fighting him to the death without regard for anything, but the opponent was wagering his life; even if he could slay Yang Zhu, he himself could not survive.

But Yang Zhu possessed the Zhe Character Secret; combined with his physique, it could be said to be endless, the Sea of Bitterness fundamentally unable to run dry.

Yang Zhu usually drifted like an immortal, but when he moved he surged forth like a flood dragon leaving the sea; each of his actions burst with endless barbaric wild power, capable of blasting everything in the world.

Boom! Boom! Boom……

Each time Yang Zhu collided with the leg bone, a powerful surge erupted, each stronger than the last!

This battle darkened the sky and earth; vast mountain ranges were struck down, and mountains and rivers before them were as fragile as paper.

Chīlí fought on, his momentum beginning to wane quickly; later his hair flew wildly, and after being eroded, he gradually lost his reason.

He actually razed eighty percent of the Demon Pavilion to flat ground with his own hands, thousands dying at his hand.

After enduring several collisions, Chiyou's sea of bitterness was completely drained, even the last drop of spiritual power squeezed dry.

It's time to end.

Yang Zhu seized the moment, rushed to him, and tore him apart.

Strangely, not a drop of blood spilled—Chiyou had long since become a desiccated corpse.

A Supreme Elder who had cultivated for over a thousand years fell just like that!

……

Everyone witnessed the battle from start to finish, so shocked they could not speak; they all turned their gaze to that youth, as if beholding an uncrossable chasm.

Yang Zhu stood against the wind, his black hair fluttering, appearing like a banished immortal descended to the world, bearing an otherworldly, transcendent air.

(End of chapter)