Chapter 14: The Overbearing Wudao

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the mark on Wudao's brow grew increasingly incandescent, and divine flames surged around his body, illuminating the nine heavens, spanning the firmament, and scorching the void until it warped, causing even the blazing sun high above to dim significantly.

What is this? Everyone exclaimed in shock.

Such a powerful flame, it actually makes one tremble uncontrollably.

The place suddenly became abnormally scorching, to the point that even breathing became searingly hot.

"This person's aura is monstrous; I fear he is no good sort. I never expected that on this trip, besides that terrifying bald human, there would be such an astonishing existence." A very excited voice rang out.

What kind of person is this? Standing there, he is like a great sun pressing down, his aggressive aura and terrifying high temperature permeating the air, making people tremble all the more.

The next moment, he leaped forward to strike, swinging a fist filled with blazing divine flames toward Mengchen, like a small meteorite, unstoppable! This domineering manner of launching a fierce attack the moment he arrived left a crowd of living beings horrified.

He actually launched an attack against this terrifying bald human! As the storm gathered, Mengchen saw this, his cute and youthful little face suddenly turning stern and cold, his sword-like brows standing on end.

He moved his hands and feet in unison, incandescent Runes flashing around his body as he began to form seals.

This scene caused the crowd of living beings to begin gasping in cold air.

Both are so aggressive; it is unknown what kind of divine power will erupt from their coming collision.

"Boom!"

As the fist and palm were about to meet, a wave like a vast ocean erupted, and the entire world began to shake as if in a great earthquake; the mountain rocks resonated, emitting a muffled sound.

The two's fist and palm did not collide; it was merely a clash of divine flames and Runes. At the critical moment, Wudao withdrew his palm and quickly retreated to the side, divine light surging in his eyes.

This was not out of fear, but because he discovered that Mengchen's palm strike hid a murderous intent, pointing directly at his weakest vital point; if he did not retreat, he would surely suffer heavy injuries.

What kind of miraculous precious technique is this, to be able to see through an enemy's vital point at a glance? Wudao was puzzled, his brow becoming exceptionally stern.

How can this be? Since he launched such an aggressive attack, why would he take the initiative to retreat? The crowd of living beings was confused.

Mengchen felt a little disappointed. He had just unleashed the Sanfo Bashi and had locked onto the opponent's weak vital point. He was on the verge of defeating the enemy with one blow, yet that Wudao had managed to back away.

It must be said, his keen insight was unparalleled.

"Little bald one, what is this precious technique of yours? Not bad!" Wudao asked, his eyes filled with a kind of appreciation, as well as the greed one might have when staring at a treasure.

"Since it is a precious technique, how can it be shown to others at will?" Mengchen responded calmly.

"As long as you bring it out and share it with me alone, I will no longer make things difficult for you." Wudao said, simultaneously erupting with a supreme wave that ravaged all directions.

"As for the others, I can clear the field in an instant."

"What..." Hearing this, the crowd of living beings was shocked; is he going to attack all of us?

"You are perhaps a bit too full of yourself. In my eyes, you are just like them in your eyes; what difference is there? You are simply insignificant." Mengchen's words were sharp, mocking Wudao.

"Very well..."

Facing Mengchen's mockery, Wudao showed no sign of anger.

Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Mengchen with an arrogant expression, and said: "I have two hobbies in my life: one is collecting the world's peerless beauties, and the second is collecting the world's famous precious techniques. I suppose there is a third hobby, which is collecting the world's famous generals."

"Since you are unwilling to hand over the precious technique, then join my ranks and fight for me across the four corners."

Hearing this, Mengchen's brows tightened, his heart chilling, "You are perhaps a bit too naive; you even dare to recruit me."

This person is actually this arrogant? He must be crazy.

Wudao's words left all the living beings present astonished. To dare to speak like this—if he truly had that kind of strength, why did he not dare to take a direct hit from that bald human just now, but chose to retreat instead?

This person is definitely crazy.

"Very unfortunately, in my Western Sect, I have a common nickname: the Supreme of Rebellious Bones. I love freedom most in my life." Mengchen said lightly, a murderous aura rising. The Supreme of Rebellious Bones? What this meant, the crowd of living beings did not know.

As Wudao stood proudly, divine flames rose again, as if he had lost patience, "Oh! Rebellious bones? So you are a naturally gifted traitor. Traitors are the most hateful. It seems you are of no further use to me. If I slay you, I can still obtain the precious technique."

"That is not so!" Mengchen responded loudly: "If you hand over the precious techniques you have collected and offer up excellent beauties, I can also let you leave safely, lest you lose your life."

"Hmph! A bald one also wants an excellent beauty? What a preposterous joke!" Wudao snorted coldly, no longer calm.

His eyes began to become very peculiar, flames dancing in his gaze, making one look on with awe.

Suddenly, he looked toward the depths of a dense forest, and two rays of crimson divine light shot from his eyes, instantly leveling that patch of forest.

"Xuanmen Shengnyu, since you arrived early, why not show yourself." Wudao shouted toward the smoke-filled, now non-existent forest.

The next instant, a burst of green light surged from the smoke, the area instantly clearing, and a snow-white figure gradually walked out.

So it was her!

Mengchen's stern, cold eyes instantly became peaceful and bright, and he looked toward that graceful figure, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

Her flawless white skirt fluttered, and the bells on her ankles emitted a crisp, melodious melody.

In a flash, Xiyao had arrived nearby. Her white clothes were like snow; although she was still young, her peerless grace was already exquisitely beautiful, causing many living beings to be unable to look away.

Wudao said lightly: "Fairy Xiyao, you must have already heard what I, Wudao, said earlier. My first hobby is collecting peerless beauties; you count as one, so come with me!"

"I do not wish to get involved in your grudges." Xiyao's red lips parted slightly, her crisp voice very pleasant to hear.

Subsequently, her brow became gradually stern, and she looked at Wudao, saying with some displeasure: "Furthermore, please have some self-respect in your speech."

After Xiyao finished speaking, Mengchen also began to lecture Wudao in a similar fashion.

"Exactly! How noble is the Fairy; she is only to be admired, how can you allow yourself to blaspheme with your words."

After lecturing Wudao, Mengchen turned to Xiyao and greeted her with a smile: "The Fairy has arrived!"

Hearing the voice and looking over, her eyes were incredibly lively, her beautiful face breathtaking, and she nodded at Mengchen.

"Xiyao, ever since I entered the secret realm, I have been searching for you for a long time. I did not expect us to meet today; it is truly fate. Why don't you and I become Dao companions here? This bald one and this crowd of living beings can be our witnesses." The man in the divine flames spoke in a gentle voice, a change from his previous aggression.

"How truly shameless! Don't be too excessive; how can you allow yourself to blaspheme the Fairy like this!"

Several young people nearby, their hair standing on end in anger for the sake of a beauty, vented their indignation.

"How noisy!"

Divine flames danced around Wudao's body, and crimson divine light shot from his eyes once again.

"Bang!"

The divine light launched a surprise attack, and those few young people sacrificed their precious artifacts, resulting in a violent collision.

Then, after the treasures clashed for a short while, they turned into flying ash, and following that, a divine light pierced through their brows; they died instantly, and their physical bodies disintegrated in a flash.

The deaths of these few people made Xiyao feel deeply regretful; after all, they had died for speaking up for her.

"You are so murderous, are you not afraid of being tainted by great karma?"

"Hehe... are you trying to say that karma is a cycle and retribution is inescapable?" Wudao sneered.

"With me, there is only cause and no effect, and what is called effect is merely the next cause."

Wudao's words were extremely overbearing and conceited, or perhaps a form of precious self-confidence, drawing gasps of amazement from the crowd of living beings.

What kind of foundation must one possess to make him so unscrupulous as to say such things?

(End of this chapter)