Chapter 96: With a raise of the hand, suppress the Supreme Elder!

What? Don't scare the poor daoist...

Hearing this, Duan De's smile froze, his face turned deathly pale, his mouth trembling uncontrollably, almost jumping up again.

Dealing with corpses, even Duan De of the Great Sage Tomb isn't afraid, but if there were living beings, and even a saint, just thinking about it makes his scalp tingle.

If you don't believe me, try it yourself and you'll know.

Duan De fell into thought, then took out an ancient scroll, unfolded it with his fat white hands, and studied it carefully for a long time.

Damn! I almost got played, just as Daoist Sir guessed—the Beginningless Bell wouldn't be sealed here for no reason; there must be some terrifying existence suppressed inside Purple Mountain.

The fatty daoist cursed; luckily Yang Zhu gave him a heads‑up, otherwise if he'd stubbornly entered the forbidden zone, he might not even have bones left.

Two imperial weapons can't open Purple Mountain—there must be something fishy!

Duan De immediately abandoned the idea of entering, deciding in his heart that Purple Mountain is absolutely more terrifying than the Great Emperor's relics.

Hehe, Brother Yang, are you going to deal with those Yin Yang Sect people? Daoist Sir will accompany you.

Since he couldn't think of Purple Mountain, Duan De instantly changed his mind and became all smiles.

Last time in Southern Ridge, following Yang Zhu he blocked right at someone's doorstep—gods blocked and killed gods, Buddhas blocked and killed Buddhas—finally looting the treasury, he reaped all the benefits.

"Sure." Yang Zhu agreed without hesitation; he had many places to go, and with Duan De around things would be much easier.

Have you heard of the Ice Snow Palace? I'd like to go see it.

"Ice Snow Palace!" Upon hearing the name, Duan De's eyes lit up: "There's a great opportunity there; Daoist Sir has long wanted to go see it."

Indeed, any decent place catches this guy's eye; he even dares to go near the Ji Family's Ji River, let alone elsewhere.

Then what are your plans next?

Let's go to Divine City first.

The two agreed instantly; Duan De immediately began inscribing formation lines, crossing the void to go there.

When they were still several thousand li from Holy City, Duan De was about to continue inscribing, but his motion halted.

He frowned, looking into the distance, his expression shifting: "You say what a coincidence—we've run into them."

Yang Zhu followed his gaze and saw a troupe of over ten people hurrying along, most of them elderly experts.

Then let's slaughter them.

This saves Yang Zhu the trouble of seeking them out; he immediately headed toward the group.

Wait, they have Dragon Transformation Realm experts—are you sure you want to go up?

Duan De hurriedly called out to Yang Zhu, breaking into a cold sweat from fright.

The scoundrel daoist is only at the second level of Four Extremes; he can mouth off even against the peak of Four Extremes, let alone crossing a major realm.

Isn't that just letting him slit his own throat?

You can hide; I'll handle it myself.

Now Yang Zhu, even when facing Dragon Transformation cultivators, feels no fear; being invincible among peers is praise for ordinary heaven‑chosen ones, but to him it's just ordinary.

What Yang Zhu wants is to be invincible even against those a major realm above him!

What do you think Daoist Sir is? Just a Dragon Transformation cultivator? Daoist Sir will go all out with you!

Though this guy Duan De is lacking in virtue, when it comes to loyalty he's beyond reproach.

Back in Southern Ridge, he'd declared that if Yang Zhu gave the treasure to her, he'd consider him a friend; naturally he won't run away now.

"I can handle it myself." Yang Zhu had just broken through the Four Extremes Secret Realm, unknown to others; Duan De might still think he was in the Dao Palace, hence his worry.

The Yin Yang Sect members sensed someone approaching and instantly turned their gaze toward Yang Zhu.

Who are you?

The old man at the front was clearly the group's leader, instantly becoming wary.

Yang Zhu wore a black robe, his bearing transcendent, possessing an innate kingly aura; those facing him would inexplicably feel respect, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

His breath was long, a layer of hazy mist swirling around his body, isolating all spiritual sense, making him hard to gauge.

You weren't looking for me? Well, I'm here now.

Yang Zhu spoke coldly, his deep eyes revealing no emotion; yet a single glance made the others feel as if they'd fallen into an ice cellar.

You… you're a Holy Body Dao Fetus?!

The leader old man reacted first, his cloudy pupils contracting, his expression astonished.

They had come silently, only their own people knew the purpose of this trip; how Yang Zhu knew is irrelevant for now—what truly shocked the old man was the terrifying, heart‑pounding aura he felt from Yang Zhu, an instinctive reaction that could not be mistaken.

Yang Zhu didn't want to waste words; in an instant he vanished from his spot and reappeared right before the old man.

He raised his golden hand; Dao markings appeared, emitting terrifying waves as if they could grind everything to dust, pressing down.

That palm was too terrifying, it stirred the Great Dao Laws; the aura it emitted almost cracked the old man's body and injured his soul.

Not good!

The old man's heart raced; he knew that if struck, at best he'd suffer broken bones and torn tendons, and in severe cases he could die on the spot.

Holy Body Dao Fetus possesses a peerless physique, equivalent to a human‑shaped holy weapon; it can crush everything, impossible to resist!

Whoosh! The old man spat out a huge red net, each strand like crystal red agate, instantly expanding to over ten zhang wide, sweeping toward Yang Zhu to cover him.

Buzz! Yang Zhu's palm trembled slightly, the terrifying ripple spreading; the red net capable of binding Dragon Transformation cultivators was instantly shattered into dust.

The golden palm print was unmatched, like a hundred thousand mountains pressing down; it slammed down with a bang.

The old man of the Dragon Transformation Second Heaven was struck; half his body instantly exploded into bloody pulp, his intestines, liver and other organs spilling from his ruptured abdomen—a gruesome sight.

How can the injury not heal?

Reaching this level, one can say the flesh is immortal; even grave wounds heal quickly.

But the golden palm print seems to have a special power; the damage it inflicts cannot be repaired……

Before the old man could recover from his shock, Yang Zhu stepped forward and struck again with a palm.

No!

The old man exclaimed in shock; he hadn't expected Yang Zhu to be so powerful that he could suppress even a Dragon Transformation cultivator with a raised hand—this was nothing short of a monster! He turned and fled, but Yang Zhu moved with astonishing speed, arriving in an instant, and his palm came down precisely.

Pfft! With a dull thud, the old man's head and divine sense were obliterated by a single palm; his mangled, shapeless corpse, carried forward by inertia for a distance, then fell down.

Under Yang Zhu's two palms, the corpse was already extremely fragile; upon hitting the ground it exploded into a pool of blood, thick and bloody.

All of this happened in the flash of flint, taking less than two breaths—astonishingly fast.

The others of the Yin Yang Sect hadn't even reacted when their Supreme Elder was just cut down like that.

(End of chapter)