Chapter 164: Block Every Attack

When they first met in the You Ming Blood Sea, under the awe‑inspiring pressure of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Ming He could only endure and retreat.

Who could have imagined that this storm‑stirring figure was actually a frail member of the Human Race among the myriad races of Honghuang.

If Zhou Yi belongs to a line of the Wu Clan, the Two Saints might fear Pangu's legacy, but to them the mere Human Race is no more than a swarm of ants.

"Well done, Zhou Yi; when this battle ends, I'll make you taste the agony of refining the soul in the Sea of Blood!" Blood-colored murderous aura surged in Ming He's eyes, and the Blood God Son trembled faintly within his robe sleeves.

Yet the Two Saints now cared more about the Chaos Bell in Taiyi Shen's hand that shakes heaven and earth; if Zhou Yi falls in this fight, the key is how to snatch the Hongmeng Purple Qi from the strongest of the Demon Race.

At this moment atop Mount Buzhou, Zhou Yi faced a primordial deity born from the Sun Star.

The Golden Crow divine flame surrounding Taiyi Shen scorched the void into countless fissures; even without invoking his true fire, the supreme yang energy already caused the vast sea of clouds to steam and disperse.

This Demon Race supreme who wields the Chaos Bell is indeed the strongest opponent Zhou Yi has faced since stepping into Honghuang.

"Let this emperor see what right you have to shake the Demon Race's destiny." Taiyi Shen lightly brushed the bell's wall, the chaos aura solidifying into three thousand chains; before his words finished, the whole sky was bathed in a crimson‑gold hue.

Zhou Yi said nothing, yet his fist wind already tore the heavens; in this world where strength reigns, action always outweighs a thousand words.

The saintly body's golden rays shot upward, and the Nine Secrets' profound mysteries suddenly manifested.

Under the activation of the Xing‑character secret, Zhou Yi's form turned into a streak of lingering light, and in the blink of an eye he was already at Taiyi Shen's face.

The moment the Lin‑character secret opened, dark‑gold patterns surfaced on his skin, and the fist power surged another thirty percent during the blast.

Taiyi Shen lightly flicked his dark‑colored long sleeves, meeting him with a plain, unadorned straight punch.

The two world‑shattering forces collided, the shockwave sweeping ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, the clouds torn into spirals. Sui Huang and his companions summoned protective talismans yet were blown back over a hundred li, their sleeves rustling in the gale.

The battlefield's center had become a Chaos vortex. Zhou Yi's arms rotated like the sun and moon wheels, his fist shadows weaving into a golden net.

Beneath Taiyi Shen's feet, his Nine‑Palace steps aligned with the celestial constellations, each block evoking stellar phantoms.

The sonic booms from their mutual blasts rang on and on, like the lament of heaven and earth when Gong Gong shattered Mount Buzhou.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi's fist path twisted. A moment ago he blasted forward with mountain‑splitting force; an instant later he flickered to Taiyi Shen's rear.

Space beneath his feet rippled like folded silk; the teleportation effect born from the fusion of the Xing‑character and Jie‑character secrets made spectators perceive dozens of afterimages punching simultaneously.

"Seems I've underestimated you." Taiyi Shen's dark robe billowed like ink clouds, and a phantom of the River Diagram and Luo Shu shimmered in his palm.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches' siege‑era predictive secret, which he never employed then, is now being used to anticipate Zhou Yi's teleportation trajectory.

Where the two clashed, space‑time warped, and occasional bursts of fist wind flattened mountains miles away into plains.

This ultimate physical battle lasted three days and three nights.

Zhou Yi infused the Dou‑character secret into his fist intent, each move hiding the ultimate principle of heaven and earth; Taiyi Shen's body was surrounded by Chaos Bell ripples, using brute force to unravel countless variations.

When the final clash's aftershock shattered the thirty‑three layers of the heavens beyond heaven, the onlookers realized that this duel had already surpassed the ordinary Quasi‑Saint Level.

Taiyi Shen's pupils narrowed slightly, the Human Race's assault making him recall his life‑or‑death duel with the Spatial Ancestral Witch.

That body, comparable to divine steel, tore the air, and its movement even rippled space; such physical strength far exceeded his expectations.

This Demon Race supreme did not invoke his innate divine power, yet with just his two fists he fought the opponent on equal footing.

His dark robe rustled in the gale, and he suddenly withdrew his palm, the bronze ancient bell hovering above his head glowing with a Chaos aura: "To force this seat to act seriously, you may be proud of yourself!"

The bell rang abruptly, invisible ripples spreading through the void. Zhou Yi suddenly found himself like an insect trapped in amber, unable to even twitch a fingertip.

At the moment his consciousness was about to solidify, the yin‑yang diagram atop his head suddenly unfolded, five‑element lights blooming like a peacock's fan.

The principles of the two priceless treasures collided above the Nine Heavens, exploding into a dazzling halo of light.

Zhou Yi's back sweated cold; had it not been for the innate treasure bestowed by Nüwa, that temporal‑spatial seal alone would have caused his body to collapse and his Dao to vanish.

At this moment the Chaos Bell and the Tai Chi diagram formed a closed loop of law, partitioning the battlefield into separate realms.

"Is the power at the pinnacle of Quasi‑Saint Level limited to this?" Zhou Yi wiped the golden blood from his mouth, his battle spirit burning hotter. Deprived of his treasure's aid, Taiyi Shen no longer seemed so unattainable.

Crimson‑gold flame suddenly consumed the sky, and ten suns appeared around Taiyi Shen: "Frog in a well!" With those words, the temperature of the entire star region rose wildly.

The void warped under the extreme heat, countless stellar projections turning into liquid fire rain that fell.

Zhou Yi placed the Human Emperor's seal on his chest, witnessing a Golden Crow manifestation spreading its wings amid the sea of fire. This is the true Demon Race supreme, who needs no external aid; the very source of solar true fire can scorch the heavens and boil the seas.

He inhaled deeply, twelve hundred ninety‑six thousand pores within him lighting up simultaneously, ready to face the most perilous combat since the war began.

Five‑colored divine light surged upward, surrounding Zhou Yi with a storm of law; he walked, crushing the void, each step stirring stellar phantoms, five ancient totems rising from his dantian.

Azure‑scaled roaming dragons inhaled and exhaled thunder clouds, silver‑patterned holy tigers tore through the gale, blazing black‑bird spread its wings to scorch the sky, dark‑armored divine turtles bore mountains and rivers, and a jade‑black qilin radiated auspicious aura.

These innate formations have been cultivated in Zhou Yi's Dao palace for millennia; now they materialize as a tangible battle armor covering his body.

His two fists gathered Chaos Qi, merging the Six Realms of Reincarnation's conception with the essence of the Flying Immortal Technique; where his punches passed, space collapsed into a black‑white vortex.

"Break!" With a roar, Zhou Yi's right arm manifested a phantom of the reincarnation gear, while his left palm erupted with a rainbow of slashing immortal light.

Tenfold battle intent surged from his Qi sea, his fist shadows rolling back like the Milky Way, cleaving the scorching heavenly flame into a ten‑thousand‑foot fissure.

Taiyi Shen's pupils contracted sharply, the Golden Crow formation at his feet spun rapidly, and nine great‑sun phantoms behind him formed an apocalyptic wheel.

Two world‑destroying energies collided with a roar, the earth veins surged, forming a thousand‑li river of lava.

Zhou Yi teleported on ripples of the void, each appearance creating spatial folds; his alternating fists and palms displayed both the Axe of Opening Heaven and the Stone Pattern of Restoring Heaven.

A miniature Chaos world behind him continuously devoured solar essence, while the five sacred beast formations within evolved into a five‑element grand array.

Golden flames flared at Taiyi Shen's forehead, and ancient demonic script swirled across his battle armor's surface.

He formed a solar eclipse seal with both hands, a million strands of solar true fire shaping into a Golden Crow deity, strangling the law chains emitted by Zhou Yi in the air.

The aftershocks of their clash shattered three thousand li of clouds, and the Honghuang earth cracked open deep ravines.

Continuous energy tremors erupted between heaven and earth; Zhou Yi was surrounded by spelllight capable of moving mountains and filling seas, yet when these attacks struck Taiyi Shen, they rebounded like surf pounding rocks, achieving nothing.

That being bathed in golden flame merely waved his robe sleeves, and blocked the entire void‑rending onslaught.