Chapter 515: Southern Wilderness Spear Demon, Being Stupid, and Not Killing the Snake

Swish...

The blood-colored spear tip thrust out by the enraged Yang Zun was actually faster than when he had ambushed Xia Chuan earlier; the distance of over two hundred meters took less than two breaths.

At the same time the spear tip thrust out, a thousand-zhang cyan-jade bone-image phantom suddenly appeared behind Yang Zun. The phantom had two horns on its forehead and three arms on each shoulder. A pair of red pupils filled with murderous intent were staring fixedly at Xia Hong. Its nostrils were even continuously breathing heavily, like a cyan-faced Asura walking out of purgatory, inexplicably evil and giving off an extremely strong sense of oppression.

"Jade Bone aptitude, and at the limit level too!"

Clang...

Xia Hong, who had succeeded in his ambush, had just had this thought in his mind when the blood-colored spear tip thrust toward his face. Although the momentum of Yang Zun's enraged strike was astonishing, he did not take it too much to heart, merely raising the Panlong staff in his hand to block it in mid-air.

Carelessness often leads to suffering; no one is an exception!

At this very moment, Xia Hong tasted the bitterness of underestimating the enemy.

Crack...

He blocked it very accurately; the Panlong staff happened to block the blood-colored spear tip horizontally. However, after parrying for less than half a breath, as Yang Zun pressed down violently, his Panlong staff—which was of the ten-thousand-forged level, mixed with hundreds of thousands of jin of silver, and cast with many precious ores—actually snapped with a crack.

"62 jun..."

"So strong!"

However, Xia Hong, whose weapon had snapped, had a very calm expression on his face. He merely raised his eyebrows slightly and recited Yang Zun's strength in his heart.

Conversely, Yang Zun, who had struck in a rage, felt a flash of clarity on his originally angry face the moment the first exchange with Xia Hong ended and he sensed the terrifying strength hidden within the other party's physical body.

"No matter how strong you are, you will die today!"

Yang Zun shouted angrily, suddenly raising his hands, and actually used brute force to lift Xia Hong into the air for dozens of meters. Afterward, his eyes suddenly flooded with a blood-colored hue, his shoulders bulged, and two more arms suddenly grew out from under each of his armpits.

In this way, Yang Zun's current form was exactly the same as the cyan-jade bone-image behind him—also in a six-armed form.

While his shoulders transformed into the six-armed form, two long, sharp horns also suddenly sprouted from Yang Zun's forehead. His face instantly turned a pure cyan color, and his two pupils quickly became bloodshot and turned crimson.

"So that's what the Southern Wilderness Spear Demon means..."

Xia Hong, high in the sky, looked down and saw the change in Yang Zun's form, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Having been in the Frozen Abyss for so many years, Xia Hong had seen many ghosts and monsters. If it were just this terrifying form, it would naturally not be enough to scare him. The surprise on his face stemmed from Yang Zun's current aura.

After unleashing the six arms, Yang Zun's movements had not the slightest delay. The six arms grabbed the spear shaft violently, then he held the long spear vertically and kicked the ground hard with both legs.

Bang...

The huge recoil force caused Yang Zun to spring up. He seemed to have become one with the long spear, thrusting from the ground straight into the clouds, bringing out a blood-colored spear tip three or four li long, almost instantly piercing Xia Hong's body.

Pfft!

Saying it pierced him was inaccurate; it should be called impaled...

Xia Hong, in mid-air, was actually directly impaled by the blood-colored spear tip.

However, exactly the same as the first exchange just now, Yang Zun's face still had not the slightest joy; instead, it became even more solemn, and there was even a very obvious trace of terror in his pupils.

"Only broke through the flesh and blood, didn't pass through the bones. His speed..."

"Three times, over 180 jun. With this strength of yours, reaching the top of the Heavenly Rankings wouldn't be a problem. You really hid yourself deep!"

Xia Hong's voice at this moment no longer had its previous flippancy.

Yang Zun's strike was enough to warrant his attention.

As soon as the words fell, Xia Hong ignored his impaled shoulder and pulled back the Star-Shattering Sword that was parrying the long spear at an extremely slow speed, then suddenly thrust it out.

Swish...

The moment Yang Zun's long spear thrust over, he had already unleashed his Saint Mark and taken out the Star-Shattering Sword. After coming out of the Yang market, his strength had already grown to 78 jun; with the Saint Mark's fifty percent amplification, that made 117 jun.

His original thought was that 117 jun of strength would not be too difficult to block Yang Zun's strike, but upon contact, he realized he was ridiculously wrong.

Who could have imagined that the Heavenly Rankings would be so ridiculously wrong!

According to the description above, in the 295th year of the Cai Qiu calendar, which was four years ago, Yang Zun only had 41 jun of strength. Four years had passed, and he could now erupt with over 180 jun of strength?

How is this possible!

Someone with Jade Bone aptitude could not possibly have such a terrifying cultivation speed. The only explanation was that Yang Zun had always been hiding his true strength and had never unleashed his maximum power in front of others.

At the critical moment, Xia Hong could only erupt with extreme speed, utilizing the parrying stance of the Long Fist to take the blow head-on with his shoulder.

Pull back, thrust!

Great Xia's Yin-Yang Reverse Blade Art.

Yang Zun naturally did not recognize it, but Xia Hong's abruptly thrust sword still made his eyebrows twitch violently. The anger in his chest instantly subsided, and his mind became clear in an instant. He immediately retreated, attempting to dodge.

It was a pity that Xia Hong did not give him a chance at all.

In the short-distance thrust, the Star-Shattering Sword did not create much momentum; the thrusting posture did not extend, only creating a singularity on the spot.

That was a phenomenon caused by the sword tip being too fast and the power being too concentrated.

The singularity suddenly emptied the airflow from all directions, making the entire battlefield instantly quiet. The fighting of the soldiers below also stopped abruptly at this moment. Everyone on the battlefield, including the Manifesting Yang level experts, had their gazes attracted to this singularity in unison.

Chhh...

"Ah!"

The singularity exploded suddenly, thrusting straight into Yang Zun's face.

With fifty percent from the Saint Mark and fifty percent from martial arts, the strength of Xia Hong's Yin-Yang Reverse Blade Art had already reached as high as 156 jun. Theoretically, there was still a significant gap compared to Yang Zun's 180 jun, but the moment the sword tip thrust out and he saw Yang Zun's movements, Xia Hong immediately smiled.

Yang Zun did not parry, but directly chose to retreat and flee.

He did not have the confidence to take this sword strike, which meant that his 180-plus jun of strength just now was merely a flash in the pan. It was highly probable that Yang Zun had fused with a ghost object related to bone images, and that 180-plus jun of strength was something he could only unleash thanks to the ghost object within his body.

"That makes it easy!"

Crack...

The Star-Shattering Sword passed through his chin and throat. Yang Zun tilted his head back and let out a miserable scream, then suddenly exerted force to lower his head, actually forcibly changing the trajectory of the Star-Shattering Sword at the critical moment, allowing the Star-Shattering Sword—which was originally thrusting diagonally upward toward the skull—to pass through the depths of his throat and exit from the back of his neck.

"You do have some ruthlessness, but it's a pity..."

Xia Hong sneered. Piercing the throat was indeed not fatal, but the sword tip had already passed through the throat; the next slash would naturally be a decapitation.

While he appreciated Yang Zun's ruthlessness, he had come here today to kill. A Yang Jian alone could not satisfy his appetite.

Clack...

Xia Hong's hands holding the sword suddenly exerted force to the left and right, attempting to decapitate Yang Zun with one sword strike, but just as he had slashed through one side of Yang Zun's throat bone to the left, several strong blades attacked him from below.

"Eldest brother, you go first!"

"Lord, run quickly, we will hold him off..." ===== CHAPTER 516 =====