Chapter 629

Gu Dao shook his head. "I have no intention of acting yet. Let one of our Tianzun Peak disciples handle this—this level of conflict isn't worth my involvement."

Gu Dao shook his head again, still not moving, but merely cast a glance, and from beside him stepped forward a disciple.

"I, Gu Lang, represent Tianzun Peak to face you."

He was a towering cultivator, hands empty, standing with natural bearing, his gaze fixed on Fang Yu.

"You're impressive—you defeated Zhang Jin of Luodang Peak. Clearly, you're a genius. But no matter how great a genius, before Tianzun Peak, you still bow your head. Do you understand? Of course, if you survive my hands, I'll persuade you to leave Shengjifeng and join Tianzun Peak. That would be a great honor."

The young cultivator named Gu Lang stared blankly, arms crossed, speaking to Fang Yu.

"Enough talk. Engage."

Seeing Gu Lang still blathering, Fang Yu reached out with one hand—immediately, boundless sword qi surged forth, terrifying killing intent flowing through the void, nearly solidifying into substance.

Especially here, where ancient battle killing qi still lingered everywhere, now drawn by Fang Yu's Great Slaughter Art, the art's power grew even more terrifying.

Rolling killing intent surged and streamed; anyone who saw it would turn pale. Those disciples of Kanlishen Sect with low cultivation base, lacking miraculous breakthroughs, who had only cultivated supreme techniques, felt their spiritual wills freeze under the killing intent, their ability to activate techniques and magic power drastically slowed.

They couldn't help but change expression.

For if they faced this move, their spiritual wills would be affected, their technique activation far slower than usual—meaning they could be killed in an instant!

"Damn, that's the legendary Great Slaughter Art of the Three Thousand Great Dao! Could this disciple of Shengjifeng actually have mastered it?"

"The Great Slaughter Art of the Three Thousand Great Dao—its cultivation is excruciatingly difficult. One must slaughter countless lives, gather unimaginable killing qi, refine and overcome it with immense willpower, then cultivate for over a thousand years before even a chance of success."

"In past ages, Kanlishen Sect had disciples who obtained the Great Slaughter Art, but they couldn't suppress their inner killing urges, slaughtered recklessly, and were exterminated as demons. This man actually subdued the killing intent and mastered the Great Slaughter Art—no wonder Zhang Jin's Great Illusion Art had no effect on him."

"Indeed. One who has perfected the Great Slaughter Art and overcome his own killing heart—how could the Great Illusion Art possibly affect him? The Great Illusion Art only binds the mind; the Great Slaughter Art truly slays enemies."

"Shengjifeng has produced such a genius—cultivating two of the Three Thousand Great Dao: Great Slaughter Art and Great Cutting Art?"

"No, he's cultivated at least three. Earlier, when he saved that female disciple of Shengjifeng, he used the Great Entanglement Art—Yang Anru's signature technique. She must have taught it to him."

"Three of the Three Thousand Great Dao! That's impressive even among Kanlishen Sect's top disciples."

"But Senior Brother Gu Lang isn't ordinary either. This Great Slaughter Art alone won't defeat him."

Disciples murmured and marveled.

Indeed, as the boundless killing intent and sword qi surged toward him, Gu Lang extended one finger—and from the void came the sound of tides flowing.

Yes, the sound of tides flowing.

And this sound wasn't illusory—it was the real tide surging forth.

In everyone's eyes, countless tides erupted around Gu Lang, rolling in waves, enveloping him entirely. Every killing intent, every sword qi aimed at him was erased by the flowing tide.

"You think mastering the Great Slaughter Art and Great Cutting Art makes you invincible? Before my Great Tide Art, what are you? Now, let this end."

Gu Lang's body had vanished within the tide, yet his voice echoed through the void—terrible tides surged like an ocean, carrying the profound rhythm of sun and moon turning, waves never ceasing.

Instantly, the tide of battle shifted.

Yet Fang Yu's expression didn't change as he faced Gu Lang's Great Tide Art. Around him, rolling rivers surged forth—he too unleashed a supreme technique.

Though not the Black Emperor Water Sovereign Fist from the Great Five Elements Art, it was a variation beneath it.

Rolling Changhe surged forward, directly holding back Gu Lang's Great Tide Art.

The tide's power arose from cosmic changes of sun and moon—once unleashed, wave upon wave, endless. Yet for now, it couldn't break through Fang Yu's defense.

"What? Senior Brother Gu Lang used the legendary Great Tide Art of the Three Thousand Great Dao—and still couldn't crush him at once?"

"The Great Tide Art of the Three Thousand Great Dao is even more powerful than the Great Cutting Art. The endless, surging tide offers unmatched offense and defense alike—within the tide, one merges with heaven and earth. Who can resist? Yet he still wasn't defeated—who is he?"

"Shengjifeng has produced such a powerhouse—truly formidable."

"Is Shengjifeng about to rise? Their peak master is a peerless expert, but he's long been in seclusion, rarely taking disciples, so the sect gradually declined. Yet now that he's recruited such a legendary genius, it'll surely flourish immediately."

"Indeed, this man is far stronger than Yang Anru. If it were Yang Anru, her Great Entanglement Art couldn't possibly stand against Senior Brother Gu Lang's Great Tide Art."

"Now we'll see if he can withstand Gu Lang's attack. I recall Senior Brother Gu Lang has cultivated more than one Great Dao…"

"Impressive. You've held out against me—clearly, you're a genius. But now, let this end!"

Seeing Fang Yu still resisting within the tide, Gu Lang's aura shifted instantly—a terrifying aura of dominion radiated from him. At this moment, he resembled a Heavenly Emperor on tour, drawing in primordial qi from some distant dimension with a single grasp. Then his hands struck repeatedly, wave after wave of terrifying primordial qi, dense as rain, crushing down upon Fang Yu.

The earth trembled, the sky shuddered—boom, thunder roared. Gu Lang himself seemed a Heavenly Emperor, summoning boundless primordial qi to crush Fang Yu with overwhelming force.

"Great Dominion Art! The Three Thousand Great Dao's Great Dominion Art! Senior Brother Gu Lang is now using his full strength—he's even unleashed the Great Dominion Art!"

"Under the Great Dominion Art, all primordial qi in heaven and earth becomes his tool. This Great Dao is said to be what Gu Lang obtained during a journey to the outer realms. Ordinary cultivators cannot withstand him when he uses the Great Dominion Art—his aura is simply too overwhelming."

"Truly terrifying. Even standing this far away, I feel the terrifying majesty of Senior Brother Gu Lang—as if an ancient emperor punishing his subjects. I wonder what pressure Fang Yu of Shengjifeng is enduring."

"If it were me, I'd already have submitted to Senior Brother Gu Lang."

Ding. Ding. Ding.

After Gu Lang unleashed two Great Dao arts—Great Dominion Art and Great Tide Art—Fang Yu's pressure surged dramatically. Yet his expression remained utterly calm. Suddenly, he stepped forward, seeing Gu Lang within the endless tide. In his hand appeared a killing sword, its sword intent infused with wind, fire, and Lei Jie power.

This sword strike contained multiple Great Dao techniques, yet as they condensed and transformed, they became a technique no one could comprehend—this was the technique fusion method he had mastered in the Manghuang Ji Realm.

The Manghuang Ji Realm emphasized personal comprehension of techniques, the fusion of Dao and art—like Ji Ning, who mastered the Water-Fire Lotus Sword and instantly gained immense power, or the Three Talents Sword, whose power further increased.

Fang Yu had also been to the Manghuang Ji Realm. The world's insights into Great Dao techniques profoundly inspired him—he even conceived the idea of forging his own Great Immortal Art through Dao fusion.

Now, as Fang Yu struck, his sword unleashed wind, fire, Lei Jie, absorption, and Five Elements power—immediately shattering countless tide forces. The tide, before the Five Elements, still fell short by one wave.

And the Great Dominion Art had no effect on Fang Yu whatsoever.

One sword passed—directly at Gu Lang's throat—but he did not thrust it down.

"Senior Brother Gu Lang, I yield."

Fang Yu spoke calmly.

"I've lost…"

Gu Lang stared at the blade, knowing he couldn't resist—if he dared to struggle, he'd die instantly. After a long pause, he shook his head.

"Impressive. You truly are formidable. I've lost this time. Your final sword strike has already forged your own path—I cannot match you. Thank you for holding back. I'll seek your techniques again in the future."

Seeing Fang Yu had not struck, Gu Lang bowed, then returned to the Tianzun Peak ranks and said to Gu Dao: "Senior Brother, this disciple is incompetent. I've failed. I accept punishment."

"It's not your fault. His final sword strike bore the shadow of a Great Immortal Art—you couldn't possibly have won."

Gu Dao's face showed a hint of interest, but he had no intention of striking immediately. "Pang Wei, Xie Liuyun— which of your two peaks will step forward? Our Tianzun Peak has already lost one round; I will not take advantage of your weakness."

As he spoke, Gu Dao flicked out an elixir. "This is the Tianji Elixir—the Tianzun Sacred Heart Elixir—crafted by our Tianzun Peak. It restores true qi and enhances strength. You just fought a fierce battle with Gu Lang and expended much magic power. Wait until you've recovered your magic power, then fight them. If you defeat them, I will fight you myself."

The Tianji Elixir—the Tianzun Sacred Heart Elixir—floated in midair, exuding thick, rolling medicinal qi. Anyone could sense the immense Xu Yuan Qi contained within it; if consumed, it would not only replenish Xu Yuan Qi but likely extend one's lifespan.

"Oh? Since Brother Gu Dao is so generous, I shall not refuse."

Fang Yu, seeing Gu Dao offer a Tianji Elixir, showed surprise on his face, reached out with one hand, and seized the elixir—but did not swallow it immediately.

"But I don't need this Tianji Elixir to deal with them."

Fang Yu stood firm in the center of the arena and spoke.

"Who comes first? You, or you?"

Fang Yu's gaze fixed on Xie Liuyun, the chief disciple of Liuling Peak, and Pang Wei, the chief disciple of Dawei Peak.

"Brat, you seek death—I'll defeat you, no, I'll kill you."

Pang Wei, chief disciple of Dawei Peak, sneered repeatedly, his eyes turning toward Gu Dao of Tianzun Peak. "Your Tianzun Peak was defeated by an unknown brat? Clearly, you're nothing special. From now on, the Kanlishen Sect shall bow to Dawei Peak as its master."

As he spoke, wind and clouds surged around Pang Wei; boundless Long Zhili erupted from his body—he too unleashed one of the Three Thousand Great Dao.

The Three Thousand Great Dao: Great Dragon Form Art!

Fang Yu snorted coldly, stepped forward, and lunged in like a tidal wave, as if ten thousand beasts roared together, the Ancient Celestial Dragon descending—within an instant, he unleashed Tianlong Power and shattered all of Pang Wei's Dao techniques with a single blow.

Pang Wei was struck by a punch that shattered every inch of his Daoist Gang Qi; his body flew backward, crashing to the ground, spewing a mouthful of blood—and collapsed, unconscious.

Fang Yu ended the battle with clean, decisive efficiency.