Chapter 93

Yang Jian let out a cold snort, said nothing, stretched his limbs, and said, "Come on, then—let's get moving properly!"

A glint flashed in his eyes, and the attacks of his three-pointed, two-edged blade grew increasingly fierce.

Tianpeng knew his advantage and strength lay in what he could endure, so he simply retracted his nail rake and focused entirely on using divine communication for defense.

For what he could withstand, he relied on the toughness of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water and thick skin and flesh; for what he could not endure, he used Flower Falling Drifting Sway to evade.

After several rounds of combat, Yang Jian failed to inflict any substantial injury on Tianpeng.

"Peng brother is strong!" Xiong Jing exclaimed, watching Tianpeng remain unscathed under such violent assault, instantly puffing up with pride.

But seeing Tianpeng purely on the defensive, he also felt anxious inside and quickly shouted, "Peng brother, go at him—hit him!"

Tianpeng dodged another strike with Flower Falling Drifting Sway, a bitter smile forming in his heart—if he had an offensive divine ability, he would have used it long ago.

Alas, his other skills amounted to nothing before Yang Jian—not even a fart.

Yang Jian grew increasingly astonished as the fight went on—this Tianpeng was truly unlike before.

Though he had never previously crossed paths with Tianpeng, he had heard of Tianpeng's reputation as a "water goods" figure in the Heavenly Court, yet now, after this exchange...

Speaking solely of Taiyi Golden Immortals, Tianpeng had already reached a state near invincibility.

Such defensive power and strange movement techniques—absolutely beyond what a Taiyi Golden Immortal could achieve, let alone possessing both simultaneously.

Reflecting on Tianpeng's presence here, Yang Jian instantly understood.

"You also received divine communication at Chen Boss's place, didn't you?" Yang Jian paused his assault, gazing at Tianpeng as he asked.

Tianpeng thrust out his chest, wearing a proud expression, and said: "Of course!"

This is what he now relies on for his combat strength.

"Yang Jian, I also know it's thanks to Chen Boss that I broke through to Great Luo Golden Immortal and awakened divine communication."

Tianpeng spread his hands, adopting a somewhat roguish and insolent posture.

"Yang Jian, you sealed Guanjiangkou for ten years—I suppose you've only awakened one divine communication by now, but Bei Shuai has already awakened three!"

"Even if your cultivation is what it is—what can you do to me!"

Since his battle with Guanyin, Tianpeng has known himself well—his defensive power is such that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal trying to break through would find it no easy task.

Of course, Sun Wukong, that freak, is the exception.

Great Luo Golden Immortals can contemplate laws, and what most restrains them is spatial law—just as Guanyin once directly performed a space seal before striking, Tianpeng's Flower Falling Drifting Sway still cannot break through the barrier of space.

But how could Yang Jian, a newcomer to Great Luo Golden Immortal, possibly have comprehended spatial law so early?

Tianpeng relaxed his heart, feeling somewhat light-headed—now, aside from Sun Wukong, who else has awakened more divine communications than he has?

Yang Jian listened to Tianpeng's confident analysis and did not deny it.

He feared damaging the forest and displeasing Chen Boss, so he could not fully unleash the might of a Great Luo Golden Immortal—facing Tianpeng now, he truly found it somewhat troublesome.

His divine ability, One Thought Slash, upon release, summons spirits to cry out in slaughter—it cannot be used unless it is a life-or-death battle.

But he also could not indulge Tianpeng's smugness—just spouting such words without basis, daring to say them.

If he truly could not overcome him, Tianpeng might yet say who knows what.

By then, the Three Realms would lose face!

Yang Jian gave a slight smile: "You've awakened three divine communications—very impressive—but he never said I only awakened one divine communication, did he?"

The vertical lines on his forehead suddenly split open, revealing a sharp eye.

Heavenly Eye!

Tianpeng paid it no mind, even feeling a bit amused—everyone in the Three Realms knows Erlang Shen has a heavenly eye on his forehead; this thing is only good for firing a laser or acting as a demon-revealing mirror—still trying to scare Tianpeng, Marshal? Not happening.

Have you run out of tricks?

Tianpeng felt even more pleased—looks like Erlang Shen is just a loud name, after all.

Yang Jian's magical power surged upon the Heavenly Eye,

Activating divine communication, Heaven Falls!

Tianpeng stared at the eyes locking onto him, assuming a laser was coming, and instinctively jerked his body aside.

But in the very next moment, Tianpeng's face turned pale.

"Holy shit, what's going on—I can't move!"

Tianpeng burned with anxiety—this familiar sensation was clearly spatial confinement; when did the Heavenly Eye gain this new function!

No!

Tianpeng watched Yang Jian approach calmly, his mind racing, arriving at a shocking conclusion, and cried out: "You've gained a new divine communication?!"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smile: "You've got three—don't I get two? Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that upon meeting, Your Lordship would just get beaten into a grandson by you?"

"Ha, just joking!"

Tianpeng's eyes rolled wildly, he let out a dry laugh, his heart filled with sorrow—his lifelong reputation!

I barely managed to boast to Xiao Xiong about how awesome I am.

I had planned to delay a bit, wait for Yang Jian to make a move, then surrender—but instead, he surprised me by retracting his weapon and Heavenly Eye, then turning and walking toward Chen Boss and the others.

Tianpeng blinked, confusion rising in his heart—why?

Yang Jian said flatly: "Today counts as a draw—be mindful of your words and actions from now on."

Though Yang Jian usually conducts himself impartially in daily affairs, showing no favoritism, Tianpeng still saw him as a regular at Chen Boss's place—otherwise, how could he have awakened three divine communications?

Out of respect for Chen Boss's face, he let Tianpeng, this simpleton, off the hook.

Feeling the spatial binding on his body vanish, Tianpeng exhaled in relief, about to casually utter a few harsh words—but someone had already spoken for him.

"Hold it, Yang Jian, you scoundrel—don't get cocky, it was only Peng brother letting you have your way—you haven't even begun a real attack yet!"

Xiong Jing feigned ferocity, swinging his fist at Yang Jian.

Hearing Xiong Jing's words, Tianpeng felt two heads swell—big brother, please, switch opponents!

Yang Jian also saw it—this Xiong Jing is just a simpleton, knows nothing, so he said: "You let your good Peng brother explain why he didn't attack!"

Tianpeng did want to fight, but he also had to have the ability for it.

His entire set of divine abilities were all for fleeing and defense, yet he still wanted to take the initiative to strike — truly laughable.

The moment Yang Jian's words fell, everyone's gazes gathered onto Tianpeng's body once again in an instant.

Tianpeng's expression turned serious; although he felt some fear in his heart, the face-saving him started putting on a pretense to provoke Ali again.

He coughed lightly a few times and said calmly: "Isn't it because fighting in front of Shopkeeper Chen's shop door would lose face? Furthermore, if I were to make a move, the power would be too great and destroy Chaos Residence — that would make me an ancient sinner."

The crowd:...

Good partner!

Chen Nuo's mouth corner twitched; he still wants to destroy Chaos Residence?

Apart from Chen Nuo himself, if anyone can leave a trace on this table in Chaos Residence, that counts as them being awesome!

Don't look at how simple and unadorned Chaos Residence is; many places bear traces of the passage of time — that is because it was originally like this.

Not to mention anything else, just that table that looks like it's about to fall apart — who knows how many times people have slapped it, yet even now it's still like that.

Everyone else was speechless; only Tianpeng's fanboy Xiong Jing believed it deeply without doubt.

"See? What did I say? Big Brother Peng is not contending with you — that's showing weakness to you, making it look like you've gained the upper hand. This is called bearing; learn from it!"