Chapter 13: Slashing the Black Tiger in Fury, the Lawlessness of the Divine Flame Sect

Fortunately, Mengchen's inner thoughts could not be perceived by the Vajra Pestle, otherwise he really should have given it some serious consideration.

At first, Mengchen had originally thought he was doomed to perish, but he had not expected it to be a rare fortuitous encounter.

Come to think of it, all of this was thanks to having previously comprehended the Sanfo Bashi.

If not for having unleashed the Sanfo Bashi earlier, presumably this Vajra Pestle would not have appeared.

If it had not appeared, it is feared that Mengchen would inevitably have been unable to survive beneath the geothermal magma.

Regarding the Ancient Monk Lineage, Mengchen also had a certain understanding from the ancient texts within the sect.

The Ancient Monk Lineage was an ancient orthodoxy that had produced Immortal King existences during the primordial era; there is no need to elaborate on how powerful its heritage is.

Moreover, the Western Sect where he is now merely inherited a small portion of the Ancient Monk Lineage's heritage, yet it is already able to stand proudly above all directions.

If he were to completely inherit the heritage of the Ancient Monk Lineage, it is thought that his future achievements would surely far exceed the former.

Perhaps stepping into the Immortal Dao Realm in the future is not impossible.

Regarding this point, Mengchen also considered it very clearly in his heart.

If darkness descends and one cannot transcend, it will surely be difficult to protect oneself.

If one cannot even achieve self-preservation, then how can one speak of protecting everything one wishes to protect in one's heart.

Therefore, only with strength above all else can one be spared from crisis.

……

"Alright, we should leave; there are no more opportunities to be found here."

The Vajra Pestle's voice rang out; it hung before Mengchen's chest, emitting a brilliant golden light. As the golden light gradually expanded and spread, it instantly shattered the surrounding geothermal magma pillars.

After the geothermal magma was shattered, Mengchen's mind was clear, and he headed straight for the exit of the ruins.

Now that he could return safely, the old scores from before must be settled.

Originally, he had only wanted to take that black tiger as a mount and had never thought of taking its life.

Yet it was the one who, time and again, wanted to put him to death.

Since it was bent on seeking its own death, then one could not blame others.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Just as he was about to walk out of the ruins, the intense commotion at the exit of the ruins caught Mengchen's attention.

"There is actually someone fighting ahead."

There, treasure light and Runes collided one after another, and smoke and dust swirled, permeating the high sky.

"I wonder who is fighting?" Mengchen pressed forward without hesitation, rushing out of the ruins, not stopping because of the battle ahead.

Those who entered the secret realm this time were all of the same generation; among his peers, he feared no opponent.

"It's actually them?"

After coming out, Mengchen saw many familiar figures.

They were precisely the Heavenly Ox and the group of surviving remnant-species creatures that had fled with him earlier.

They were joining forces to fight the enemy!

And the one fighting them was precisely the target he had sworn to kill: that black tiger seeking its own death.

That a battle had broken out between them did not surprise Mengchen; after all, that black tiger had also wanted to put them to death earlier.

All around, there were countless creatures watching from the sidelines, observing very intently.

In the battle, both sides unleashed their killing moves and were each injured. The black tiger's strength was not weak, and the Heavenly Ox and the other creatures could only fight it to a draw by joining forces.

"Everyone, you have worked hard! Leave the rest to me!"

Mengchen stepped forward, his aura gradually becoming overbearing.

Hearing the voice, the Heavenly Ox and the other creatures turned to look; they had been caught in the battle and had not noticed Mengchen earlier.

Now, hearing the voice and seeing Mengchen, they gasped in disbelief.

"You are actually still alive."

That geothermal magma was lethal upon contact; that he could return safely could not help but shock them.

"This beast is not yet dead, how could I dare to take a step ahead." Mengchen's youthful face became stern and cold, and his eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.

"You all have pinned it down, which saves me from searching everywhere. You may step back and leave it to me; it won't be able to jump around for much longer."

Mengchen spoke with great confidence, his aura becoming increasingly imposing.

"Its strength is not weak; now it is our common enemy, let us join forces to kill it," the Heavenly Ox replied. "No need! You just watch quietly. Do not engage in this futile struggle," Mengchen answered very decisively.

Seeing that his determination was set and his attitude resolute, the Heavenly Ox creature did not intend to argue with him endlessly, so at its signal, all the remnant-species creatures retreated.

Mengchen's strength had already been witnessed in the ruins, so they were not worried that the black tiger could gain any advantage.

And arguing to attack together was merely a desire to kill the black tiger with their own hands to vent the hatred in their hearts.

If they were to have an unpleasantness with Mengchen because of this, it would not be worth the loss.

"Bald human, you are likely too self-righteous."

Seeing Mengchen speak of it with such contempt, the black tiger roared like thunder.

"Truly noisy, this is no place for you to speak; watch how I slap you to death."

Hearing its roar, Mengchen was instantly enraged; the old grievances accumulated earlier were ignited all at once.

First a lethal sneak attack, then drawing others to gang up, and later kicking him while he was down—each and every one of these was a path to death.

Now that Mengchen had just obtained a divine art, it was just right to use this black tiger for practice.

Mengchen struck out fiercely, directly using the first style of the Sanfo Bashi, blasting toward it; instantly, his whole body surged with golden light.

Seeing this, the black tiger did not show weakness, waving its sharp tiger claws as it pounced to kill.

The Sanfo Bashi was very strange; it was a divine art primarily focused on finding the enemy's flaws.

It can infinitely amplify the opponent's weaknesses and then deliver a fatal blow.

It can be said that this ancient method is extremely terrifying; once an opportunity is seized, it will pose a fatal threat to the opponent.

Mengchen appears to be attacking with overwhelming force and no discernible pattern, but in reality, he is standing by in full battle array, searching for a breakthrough.

However, the black tiger does not know the terror of the divine art Mengchen is using, and its vital point has already been grasped by Mengchen.

Bang! The collision of their two strikes exceeded everyone's expectations.

Mengchen struck out with a palm, his body seemingly as heavy as Mount Tai, remaining motionless, while the black tiger let out a roar, coughed up blood, and its two tiger claws instantly snapped and twisted as it was sent flying.

Tianniu and the other remnant creatures were stunned; the black tiger, which they could not defeat even by joining forces, had been heavily injured by his single palm.

The geniuses of various races who had been watching from not far away were also left dumbfounded.

How could this bald human be so terrifying, able to heavily injure a powerful Primordial Remnant with a single palm?

Dressed in orange, bald, and a human at that?

Could it be that the bald human who has been wildly rumored by many recently is him?

At this moment, many people were alerted, recalling the terrifying bald man who had been wildly rumored before.

Boom! Just as the crowd was in shock, Mengchen charged up again in a rage and struck out with another palm, aiming directly at its crown.

Blood splattered instantly, the tiger's head shattered, and the black tiger had no life left, not even a shred of strength to resist.

Even its life-saving spiritual talisman was used too late.

"Terrifying, he is truly too terrifying."

Many of the watching creatures were frightened, feeling their heads buzzing.

Having witnessed that palm strike with their own eyes, they felt as if it had struck their own heads, causing their hearts to tremble incessantly.

"Terrifying, this youth is too terrifying; one must never become his enemy."

At this moment, this was the consensus of all the creatures present.

"This act is nothing but taking advantage of someone's precarious position; I didn't expect you, little bald man, to be a person who deceives the world and steals a reputation."

A clear male voice came from afar.

"Who is it? To dare to speak like this at such a time, is he not afraid of death?" Upon hearing the voice, this was the first thought in the hearts of the gathered creatures.

They looked up and gazed into the distance, searching for the source of the sound.

After hearing the voice, Mengchen looked up toward the distance and saw a figure as small as a speck of light drawing closer and closer.

"So it's you!"

When he arrived, Mengchen recognized him at a glance; it was the Divine Flame Sect disciple, Wudao! The wheel behind him was like the halo of a god or Buddha, extremely brilliant.

The flame mark on his brow, like Divine Fire, flashed with a mysterious red light.

With the arrival of Wudao, their gazes intertwined, and their imposing auras surged, as if they were already clashing.

This person's strength is unfathomable; this is Mengchen's most intuitive feeling, and perhaps he will be the most formidable competitor on this journey.

(End of this chapter)