Chapter 172: Heavenly Dao has reincarnation

The sky, this vast curtain, was dim and heavy, swaying as if about to fall, giving a constant feeling that it might drop down.

"Are those people down there mortals?" the first shadow asked. In his mouth, Dongfang Wuji, the Royal Old Ancestor, and Zhang Gonggong three people are mortals. They are actually experts of the Seventh Heavenly Layer, the hardest to reach in the world! Yet in his mouth, they became mortals.

"Who knows?" the second shadow countered.

"Since they were the ones who released us, let's go down and check them out!" the third shadow shot down swiftly.

A speed that even Dongfang Wuji and his three companions could not see clearly.

"Who goes there? Report your name!" the Royal Old Ancestor demanded.

"Tianming." that person replied.

Looking closely, he appeared about forty years old, of average height, with an ordinary face, except that his vertical length was slightly stretched, his mouth a bit crooked; when he smiled, a sharp tooth would show at the corner of his mouth.

On his back he carried a broad-bladed sword, with a short hilt and wide blade—like an executioner's cleaver carried on the shoulder at the execution ground, used to behead.

If it weren't for the strong true qi emanating from his body, at first glance he would look like an ordinary farmer who doesn't exert much strength in the fields.

"Tianming?" the Royal Old Ancestor retorted, glancing at the two others beside him, whose faces showed the same doubt.

The Royal Old Ancestor, well-traveled and knowledgeable, had never heard of anything called "Heavenly Dao" or "Tianming".

Tianming smirked, sizing up Dongfang Wuji and the others as if admiring birds locked in a cage. He didn't even regard them, and even gave a thumbs-up to his two companions above.

Tianming actually reached out to touch Dongfang Wuji's chest.

How could Dongfang Wuji allow such a touch? He reached out to grab and twist Tianming's arm. Though his speed was already fast, he couldn't even graze Tianming's edge. Worse, Tianming still managed to touch his chest!

Dongfang Wuji felt his chest as if pressed by a huge boulder, and his whole body flew backward!

Tianming's seemingly light, offhand touch sent the Seventh Heaven expert Dongfang Wuji flying.

It wasn't that Dongfang Wuji was weak, but that Tianming possessed such capability.

"It seems there are strong people even in this mortal realm!" Tianming praised, saying. Although Dongfang Wuji was blown away by his single move, he still affirmed Dongfang Wuji's strength, "not as worthless as the ancients claimed."

What Tianming didn't know was that Dongfang Wuji was already one of the strongest people in the world! Coincidentally, as soon as he landed on the ground, he encountered such a person.

But he added, "Even so, that's still not enough to fight!" Meaning, Dongfang Wuji isn't even enough for him to fight!

"What arrogant tone!" Dongfang Wuji crawled out of the rubble, wiped the dust from his face, and said resentfully.

Had he not been wounded in that great battle today, he would surely tear this mysterious person before him to pieces.

The second and third shadows had also landed, standing to Tianming's left and right.

The second shadow asked Tianming, "It must have been those three who summoned us." He looked very much like Tianming, like brothers, except he lacked that gleaming sharp tooth at the corner of his mouth.

They probably used that to distinguish themselves.

As for the third person, he looked even stranger: short in stature, but his body was not ordinarily strong; on his exposed bronze-colored skin, thick blue veins bulged, hinting at blood flowing within. His pair of fists were strikingly large—three times the size of a normal person's. From the calluses on his hand skin, his fists were forged to endure training. His strength was the greatest; if anyone could stand at their level, they would surely find his power far surpassing Tianming's.

"That should be the case, only I didn't expect they had exhausted their true qi, making it hard for them to fight us." Tianming said regretfully, "Otherwise I would really like to test just how strong those three who summoned us are."

"Who exactly are you?" the Royal Old Ancestor asked again. Among those present, he was the most panicked, for he had originally held the greatest advantage, but now these three sudden arrivals had completely disrupted his plans. He even thought he had gained three more eyes to wipe out his opponents.

Little did he know, Tianming and his two companions had never regarded the Royal Old Ancestor and his two companions as opponents!

People of the Heavenly Dao are not reckless; they possess absolute strength.

"Heavenly Dao." Tianming answered patiently, his face full of pride when he mentioned those two words.

"Heavenly Dao?"

Tianming reached out his hand, pointing to the sky gradually calming down.

The hole in the sky actually vanished unnoticed, returning to a pure azure! It was as if nothing had happened at all!

Tianming did not continue answering the question; he pointed to the person beside him who looked like him and introduced, "Tianzai." Then he pointed to the one whose fists were like boulders and said, "Tianba."

Tianming, Tianzai, Tianba! The three individuals from the Heavenly Dao!

With a single swing, Tianba pulverized all the debris on the plain into powder! The overturned soil was leveled, and the broken grass roots were turned directly into liquid. This is Tianba's strength: one punch can blast tens of li, even hundreds of li of ground flat.

Moreover, his control of force was just right, with no excess spilling over to affect Dongfang Wuji and the others.

Dongfang Wuji, the Royal Old Ancestor, and Zhang Gonggong all felt a vexed sense of shame!

"Since you've come, let's play? Tianzai, Tianba—what do you say?" Tianming asked.

"What's fun about that? Let me just punch and kill everyone in the world—wouldn't that settle it?" Tianba retorted.

"Settle it? Heh! We've stayed in the Heavenly Dao for so many years! This grudge—should we just let it go? To let them die so easily, wouldn't that be letting them off easy?" Tianzai sneered, "Our suffering—shouldn't someone share it with us?"

"Hahaha! Then we'll do as you say."

"We want them to live in endless fear!" Tianzai snarled, his hatred like a fire fed with fuel, blazing fiercely. His anger made the azure sky dim by a third.

The poor, innocent sky today has suffered utter torment!

Tianzai's words made Tianming feel it deeply as well; indeed, they have endured suffering and hardship—should they have to bear the cost themselves?

Heavenly Dao has reincarnation!

Who has the heavens spared?