Chapter 67: Chapter Sixty‑Seven: Crushing!

Yang Zhu gazed at the two silver dragons; as he lifted his palm, profound laws flickered, Dao power spread like the Milky Way, shattering the void, capable of obliterating all things.

Dao power poured down, intertwining the Dao with reason, profoundly unfathomable, pressing until space itself twisted.

His palm flipped down, Dao power like a surging river, pouring down from the nine heavens, pressing toward the two silver dragons.

Buzz—! Energy ripples surged like waves, one layer higher than the next, the hundred‑meter silver dragons churned, their massive bodies as huge as mountains, shaking the crimson earth violently.

Clang—! Like the crisp sound of blades meeting, each strand of Dao power heavier than mountains, pressing down together, shattering most of the silver dragons into countless silver glints.

Ji Haoyue's divine ring shone brilliantly, flashing continuously; a beam of divine light poured into the silver dragon, his fingers growing ever more crystalline.

Under his control, the silver dragon struggled violently, finally breaking free with thunderous force, charging straight at Yang Zhu.

Yet he underestimated Yang Zhu's Dao power, vast and mighty, suppressing the entire space; no matter how the silver dragon struggled, it could not break free.

"Useless."

Yang Zhu murmured, Dao power surging, without any suspense, instantly crushing the silver dragon to dust, then smashing toward Ji Haoyue.

"How could this be?"

Ji Haoyue's heart could not stay calm; his Ji family's supreme Shen Gong could not even nick Yang Zhu, and was easily suppressed.

Dao power slammed down, a terrifying aura that made the heart pound, even the soul could hardly bear it, a violent tearing sensation, as if it would be ripped apart the next moment.

Several treasures flew out, each a life‑saving weapon; instantly activated to their utmost, Ji Haoyue knew that if struck by the Dao power, he would at least suffer grave injury.

What despaired him was that, despite sacrificing several life‑saving trumpets, under Yang Zhu's Dao power they were as fragile as paper‑mâché, instantly blown to ash.

Dao power swept over, divine light enveloping Ji Haoyue; even though he was as strong as a divine body, he could not withstand it, and the moment he was hit, he was blown away like a falling leaf.

Pfft—! A mouthful of blood spurted out, Ji Haoyue's skin split, oozing horrifying blood, chaotic qi raged within his veins, and all his meridians were shattered one by one.

Cough cough!

Ji Haoyue coughed up several mouthfuls of blood mixed with entrails, his body could no longer stand upright; the usually fluttering purple‑clad him was torn apart in places, revealing gruesome wounds beneath.

He was utterly weak, limp like mud, seeming ready to collapse at any moment, yet his eyes remained unyielding.

"Brother Haoyue! Are you alright……"

Seeing his brother in such a sorry state, Ji Ziyue's eyes reddened; she wanted to rush over to check, but the Ji family elder firmly grabbed her, stopping her.

"This youth is truly formidable; the next generation is to be feared."

The Peacock King watched Yang Zhu with admiration, nodding silently, his eyes flashing a green halo as he tried to discern something.

"A pity, something is blocking it."

He had wanted to investigate, but discovered a layer of hazy mist covering Yang Zhu's surface, making it hard to see through even for a great expert.

"He wouldn't really beat him to death, would he?"

Ye Fan's expression was complex as he asked the Big Black Dog beside him; although he and Ji Haoyue were on bad terms, after all Ji Ziyue was his brother, if something really happened, how could they meet again in the future?

The grand gathering at that time was something Ye Fan insisted on attending, intending to cause a stir so the Ancient Aristocratic Clan would know that a Holy Body was not to be trifled with, and would not just hide.

Who would have thought that Yang Zhu would get dragged in, and he would casually slay disciples of the Ancient Aristocratic Clan; no matter how you say it, Ye Fan cannot escape responsibility.

"Elder, this won't cause trouble, will it?"

The Ji family's little moon shook the elder's arm, hoping he would think of a solution.

But under everyone's watchful eyes, they could not well move against the Holy Body Dao Fetus, otherwise how would the world view their Ji family?

As Ye Fan hesitated, he happened to meet Ji Ziyue's pleading gaze; he knew she wanted him to step forward, since he also knew Yang Zhu. "Really, this won't cause trouble, will it?"

Left with no choice, Ye Fan had to look again at the Big Black Dog.

"Trouble? It won't happen; the Ji family's methods can't kill him."

Who would have thought the Black Emperor, assuming it was about Yang Zhu, lifted his head with great confidence.

"I'm talking about Ji Haoyue!"

"Him? Let him die; I'm not acquainted with the Black Emperor."

The Big Black Dog then came to his senses, uttering a careless "meh"; he had no acquaintance with the Ji family siblings, and certainly wouldn't idle away worrying about them.

"The Dao Palace versus the Four Extremes, and still an all‑round crushing— is this even human?"

After just two rounds, the Eastern Wasteland Divine Body unleashed its two supreme moves upon entry, yet still suffered heavy injuries, his breath feeble.

In contrast, Yang Zhu wore a flowing white robe, unstained by dust, his very breath unchanged.

"The Eastern Wasteland Divine Body has always been a miraculous existence; I never expected it to be so fragile before the Holy Body Dao Fetus."

No one thought this was Ji Haoyue's weakness; rather, Yang Zhu was too strong—strong enough that even the pride of Eastern Wasteland, famed across the land, could not budge him in the slightest.

Ji Haoyue, after all a divine body, began to recover swiftly after his severe injuries.

"I don't believe you, a realm lower than mine, could be this strong!"

Suddenly, rippling light, a round bright moon rose slowly, appearing behind Ji Haoyue—this is the phenomenon of the Eastern Wasteland Holy Body, the Moon Rising Over the Sea!

"It actually surged forth, the Moon Rising Over the Sea!"

Everyone gasped, lamenting that Yang Zhu was truly overpowering; after only a few exchanges, he was forced to unleash a phenomenon.

Ji Haoyue stood like a deity, nine halos circling his head, he stared at Yang Zhu with eyes piercingly sharp.

"A phenomenon? Today I will make you utterly convinced."

Yang Zhu's skin lit up with divine markings, Dao array patterns shimmering around his body; as rosy light flowed, the power of laws actively drew near him.

He stood there, needing no deliberate aura, yet gave off an ethereal, transcendent feeling—even Ji Haoyue could not match it.

"Die!"

Ji Haoyue roared, crystalline moonlight flowing like a small river, condensing into several moon blades that shot out like spears, capable of slicing space; all magical treasures paled before this attack.

The moon blades flashed like lightning, instantly slashing at Yang Zhu without holding back.

Yang Zhu circulated the Wushi Scripture; behind him a world evolved, where yin and yang powers circulated, chaotic mist swirled, emitting a terrifying aura.

Wushi Seal! Instantly boundless pressure surged, in an instant draining the spiritual power of miles around; the Moon Rising Over the Sea dimmed at that moment, losing its luster.

The Wushi Seal seemed to merge with the void, shaking the entire space violently, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it pierced the void and struck down.

「What a terrifying aura, not the slightest bit weaker than the Void Palm Seal! 」

When the onlooking cultivators faced the Beginningless Seal, their hearts pounded, their legs went weak, and they nearly collapsed; a feeling of awe welled up from deep within their souls and lingered.

「Get back! 」

Even though they were far away, the aura emanating from the Beginningless Seal remained terrifying, frightening them to the point of bursting liver and gall, and they hastily retreated.

(End of Chapter)