Chapter 772

Being Holy Lands themselves, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ and the others naturally understood Qingtian Holy Land even better.

As Holy Land disciples, their strength is certainly not just this; they were merely caught off guard by the Dao Yi Sect earlier.

To be frank, even Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ have never seen such a method; if it were them, they would likely struggle to adapt for a while.

But once they adjust, it will not be easy for the Dao Yi Sect to win.

Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ saw this clearly, while the three elders of Qingtian Holy Land who were fiercely battling Yu Mo, Wang Man, and Yuan Cang.

Looking at the Holy Land disciples below, who seemed to have collapsed like a defeated army, their faces showed not the slightest worry.

They felt anger but not despair, making them even clearer about their disciples' true strength.

All they need now is a little time.

As everyone expected, after the initial full-scale suppression, the Qingtian Holy Land disciples gradually adapted to the methods of the Dao Yi Sect disciples.

Although they paid a huge price for this, especially the male disciples, each of them was bleeding profusely in the lower body.

But unnoticed, the battle situation had quietly changed.

Xu Jie here was about to strike and kill this inner disciple, but at this moment, the originally angry inner disciple suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"To be honest, I indeed underestimated you Dao Yi Sect before, but that doesn't mean you have already won..............."

Speaking, the disciple's surrounding spiritual energy became violent, and his aura kept surging.

Seeing this, Xu Jie frowned slightly; this person's feeling to him was completely different from before.

Although still trapped by the Fan Tian Yin, Xu Jie didn't know why, but suddenly felt a tension, the kind felt only when facing a formidable enemy.

"Although our Qingtian Holy Land has declined somewhat in recent years, even being once considered the weakest of the Three Holy Lands, that does not mean our strength is only this."

While speaking, this inner disciple slowly rose to his feet; although he looked utterly miserable, the look in his eyes became resolute.

"A Heaven-tier top-grade technique of the Transformation level is indeed impressive; at least I cannot achieve it, but it cannot bind me."

Speaking, the disciple likewise formed seals with both hands, and a domineering aura began to slowly spread as the seals were formed.

"This is................"

Feeling this aura, Xu Jie's pupils suddenly dilated; he had already guessed what it was.

And at this moment, the words of this Holy Land inner disciple directly gave the answer.

"As a sect coming from Dongzhou, your strength is indeed beyond expectation, but you possess some foundations that Dongzhou absolutely lacks."

"For example, the Saint-tier and Emperor-tier cultivation arts and techniques—your Dao Yi Sect doesn't have them, right? Although a Heaven-tier top-grade technique of the Transformation level is strong, compared to Saint-tier it still has a world of difference."

"This cannot be compensated by cultivation level; it is an innate rank suppression."

Having said that, the disciple paused, then coldly shouted.

"Heavenly Tribulation Finger."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a finger formed from condensed spiritual energy descended from the heavens, blotting out the sky and sun, giving a feeling that the apocalypse was imminent.

Under the attack of this Heavenly Tribulation Finger, Xu Jie's Transformation-level Fan Tian Yin proved as fragile as paper, instantly beginning to crumble inch by inch.

It seems just as the inner disciple said: Heaven-tier techniques, no matter how much one cultivates, can never compare to Saint-tier arts, and this is the gap in foundation.

Your Dao Yi Sect is strong, but do you possess Saint-tier and Emperor-tier arts and techniques? If not, you are destined to be inferior to Qingtian Holy Land.

When the Saint-tier Heavenly Tribulation Finger was unleashed, the Fan Tian Yin was instantly broken, and Xu Jie himself was struck, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

If his movement technique were superb and he quickly opened distance, he would likely have been severely injured outright.

Watching that finger slam heavily onto the ground, it instantly left a pit as large as a lake; Xu Jie's expression turned grave.

Saint-tier techniques—this was the first time he had seen them.

Dust and smoke billowed before him, yet within this dust, a terrifying spiritual energy shot up to the heavens; although this energy was of the Heavenly Human realm cultivation, it gave Xu Jie an unparalleled immense pressure.

"Just now was the gap in techniques; as for cultivation arts, you should be practicing a Heaven-tier top-grade art, right?"

"Although not bad, for Holy Land disciples it is merely the lowest existence; the terror of Emperor-tier arts is something you could never imagine in a lifetime, so today I will make an exception and let you witness it."

Speaking, a figure slowly walked out from the yellow sand; his injuries were completely healed, even the roots of his descendants below were intact.

"Limb Regeneration............."

Looking at this disciple, Xu Jie murmured.

To achieve limb regeneration, one must at least reach the Saint realm, and even as a Saint, there are many limitations.

For example, it requires many heavenly treasures and earthly materials as aid, and involves a huge cost.

Truly being able to regenerate limbs without great pressure is already an ability of the Emperor realm.

But now, a mere Heavenly Human realm cultivator has actually achieved limb regeneration.

"Is this the power of Emperor-tier arts?"

Helplessly shaking his head, Xu Jie's complexion quickly returned to normal; he gripped his longsword, eyes firm, watching the approaching Holy Land inner disciple.

"Oh, by now do you still think you have a chance to win?"

Seeing Xu Jie still unwilling to give up, the disciple smiled with interest.

"If I give up, can you agree?"

"That makes sense; then die."

Having said that, the disciple took a step forward and then his whole body vanished from the spot; Xu Jie's eyes instantly widened.

Not a movement technique, nor any art employed, yet the person simply disappeared into thin air before him.

Such a bizarre scene left Xu Jie puzzled.

And the next second, the disciple's voice sounded in Xu Jie's ear.

"Are you very puzzled?"

Immediately, before Xu Jie could react, a tremendous force struck his flank, and the disciple kicked him flying away.

With that blow, Xu Jie clearly heard the cracking of his bones inside, several ribs broken.

He flew far before crashing heavily to the ground, and that disciple did not rush to attack, continuing to walk toward Xu Jie at a leisurely pace.

After Xu Jie staggered to his feet, that disciple once again mysteriously disappeared on the spot.

Then, without any warning, he appeared before Xu Jie, threw a punch, and heavily struck his chest.

His chest caved in, and he spat out another large mouthful of blood.

"It's strange—why can I do this without using my movement technique?"

Xu Jie struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to stare at that disciple without a trace of fear on his face.