Chapter 684: Two Great Walkers, Cannot Last Three Moves

Among the mountains and forests.

The area is remote and desolate.

Yu Liancheng stands facing the two great World Walkers.

Tang, the Demon Sect Walker, hears the other party dismiss him as a remnant of the Demon Sect. His rugged face does not change in the slightest; he merely lets out a cold snort: "I am a remnant of the Demon Sect, but since you also practice Demon Sect techniques, does that not make you a remnant of the Demon Sect as well?"

"Do not speak nonsense, do not spout rubbish; I have nothing to do with your Demon Sect. I do not believe in Haotian, nor do I believe in the so-called Pluto of your Demon Sect. Seeking God is not as good as seeking oneself; I only believe in myself."

Yu Liancheng laughs: "To put it another way, I am my own Haotian. I walk in the human world, so I am the Haotian of the human world. How can you view Haotian as a remnant of the Demon Sect?"

These words, if spoken in the outside world, could be called shocking and unconventional.

Even Tang and Ye Su, upon hearing these faithless words, cannot help but knit their brows.

Tang frowns and says: "You draw Qi into your body; that is a standard Demon Sect technique. Yet, although you practice Demon Sect techniques, you do not believe in Pluto. Even in my Demon Sect, this is a capital offense."

Yu Liancheng says calmly: "Don't say I don't believe in Pluto; do you yourself believe in Pluto?"

Tang says: "That is natural. All who enter the Demon Sect believe in Pluto, just as the Daoist Sect believes in Haotian."

"But you do not truly believe in Pluto," Yu Liancheng says leisurely. "You need a faith, so you believe in Pluto."

These words are a bit convoluted, but Tang understands them, so he falls silent.

Does the Demon Sect truly believe in Pluto?

In rumors, Pluto brings only Eternal Night and death.

No one is willing to live in a world of Eternal Night, and no one is willing to die.

The reason the Demon Sect believes in Pluto is because they are in opposition to the Xiling Divine Palace and need a deity opposed to Haotian as their faith.

And in this world, besides Haotian, there is only this deity from legend, Pluto.

Therefore, they have no choice but to believe in Pluto.

If Pluto were to truly descend into the world, they would likewise feel fear and despair.

Ye Su, the Daoist Sect Walker, wears a slightly grave expression and rebukes: "Absurd. This is Haotian's world; all rules are constructed by Haotian. To not trust Haotian, and to even lack your own faith—you are more terrifying than the Demon Sect."

"I already said, I believe in myself."

Yu Liancheng crooks his finger and smiles slightly: "Come, let me see if you two—one who believes in Haotian and one who believes in Pluto—can last three moves under the hands of someone who believes in himself."

Ye Su and Tang both snort coldly, their faces showing disdain.

Both of them have almost one foot stepped above the Five Realms, and they both practice the world's most supreme techniques; they have their own pride and absolutely do not believe they cannot last three moves under the other party's hands.

"Not three moves for each person," Yu Liancheng smiles slightly and adds: "It is three moves for the two of you combined."

"Stop talking big; take my punch first."

Both are clearly angered by these words, especially Tang, the Demon Sect Walker.

A strong fighting spirit erupts on Tang's rugged face. He stomps forward violently, and the hard ground shatters layer by layer. A fierce aura takes on a tangible form, rushing forth like a mountain collapsing or a sea overturning. He raises his fist high; the muscles beneath his animal-hide clothing bulge, resembling undulating mountains on the earth, each muscle radiating a tyrannical and overbearing aura.

A pair of pupils that could originally be called gentle heat up rapidly, transforming into two volcanoes of boiling magma, erupting with a boom.

As the hard ground beneath his feet explodes in succession, his entire body lunges forward, seemingly transforming into a bolt of lightning that could open heaven and split the earth.

And upon that punching fist, it is actually filled with the Qi of metal and stone, as if cast from countless refined irons. Before this fist, a tunnel of punching force forms with a boom; the wind of the punch is blasted out, and even the air and sound are squeezed away, leaving the entire tunnel in an absolute vacuum.

This is the punch of Tang, the Demon Sect Walker.

The only remaining face of the withered Demon Sect.

Ye Su also makes his move.

He makes his move without any hesitation, engaging in a righteous two-on-one.

The wooden sword behind him, thin as a child's toy, floats to a height of three zhang above the ground.

The wooden sword suddenly radiates ten thousand golden rays; in the dim world, it is as if an extra golden sun has appeared.

A powerful and pure Dao Sword aura permeates the air, filling every inch of space within a ten-zhang radius, excluding the tunnel of punch wind.

Ye Su pinches a seal with his fingers to form a sword finger; the ten thousand golden rays all condense upon the wooden sword, concentrated and unmoving. Furthermore, a powerful killing intent is contained within, killing all things, breaking all things. It can cause all things to wither and all living beings to perish.

Swish!

The wooden sword stabs out.

It transforms into a streak of extremely brilliant sword light, stabbing toward Yu Liancheng like lightning.

This is the most powerful Dao Sword Ye Su has ever unleashed in his life, containing the supreme mysteries of the Haotian Dao Sect. It also holds the Life-Killing Sword Intent he realized before a death-gate after over ten years of bitter cultivation at Zhishou Temple and over ten years of traveling the world. He had originally prepared this sword for the Great Teacher of the Academy, and the cultivation of the person before him is absolutely equal to or greater than that of the Great Teacher.

He pours all of his Mind Power into this sword.

The strongest punch of Tang, the Demon Sect Walker.

The strongest Dao Sword of Ye Su, the Daoist Sect Walker.

They strike together.

Yu Liancheng lets out a low sigh.

He curls the five fingers of his right hand into a fist, striking out unhurriedly to meet the punch of Tang, the Demon Sect Walker.

His punch is calm and light, without any oppressive momentum. The speed seems not fast, advancing inch by inch.

Yet for every inch it advances, the power of this punch seems to double, becoming more heavy and steady.

When this fist is about to collide with Tang's fist, the power of this punch seems to reach an immeasurable level. The feeling it gives people is that of a Divine Mountain collapsing and the sky falling and the earth cracking. It is a power unimaginable in the human world; black cracks bloom, as if even they cannot withstand the power of this punch.

Boom!

The two fists collide, the space trembles violently, and a tyrannical shockwave pours out in all directions. The entire air seems to boil, emitting a "clattering" sound of flowing, suddenly exploding continuously in mid-air. The surrounding vegetation is instantly blown away, and the soil rises like waves. This world trembles beneath these two fists.

At the same time, Tang's complexion changes drastically.

Amidst a sharp pain, his fingers suddenly emit a "crackle" sound of explosions. This sound travels from his fingers to his entire palm, then from his palm to his wrist, his arm... This sound is like popping beans, and also like the sound of muffled thunder. Tang is very familiar with this sound; every time he shatters the bones of an opponent's entire body, this sound is emitted.

But this time, the sound comes from within his own body.

And at the moment his hand bones shatter, the residual punching force of Yu Liancheng also imprints onto Tang's chest.

With a "wa" sound, Tang spits out blood, the sound of popping beans inside his body playing intensely. Like a rag doll, he is sent flying horizontally, crashing hundreds of zhang away. His body strikes a hill, and the hill, as if hit by a meteorite, shatters with a "boom," mud and sand falling down to bury Tang.

At the same time, Ye Su's wooden sword was but a hair's breadth away from Yu Liancheng.

In less than a ten-thousandth of a blink of an eye, Yu Liancheng's long hair rose up, and a single strand suddenly snapped.

The strand did not drift or fall to the ground, but instead thrust toward the wooden sword. At the very moment it thrust, the strand suddenly took on a strange metallic luster, carrying with it a sharpness that seemed to pierce the heavens and earth, as if it were a Divine Sword piercing the firmament.

In an instant, the soft strand and the tip of the wooden sword collided; there was no heart-stopping intensity like the previous clash of fists, as if it were silent and soundless. Yet the degree of danger within was a cut above.

After a brief stalemate between the wooden sword and the strand, the strand suddenly surged forward an inch, and the tip of the Dao Sword cracked and shattered, splashing outward as tiny fragments.

Crack, crack, crack!

The strand advanced inch by inch, and more and more of the wooden sword shattered. The wooden sword, which had originally been three feet two inches long, was now less than half its size. And the incomparably brilliant golden glow had also become dim.

To the side, blood spilled from the corner of Ye Su's mouth, his face pale, and his eyes revealed an expression of disbelief.

A Dao Sword that had taken countless years to achieve should, logically speaking, kill God if God stands in the way, and kill Buddha if Buddha stands in the way; ordinary Five Realms powerhouses might even be severely injured or killed by this sword.

Yet before this single strand of soft hair, it seemed unable to withstand a single blow.

Crack, crack.

The wooden sword shattered more and more.

When only the hilt remained, it exploded with a boom, turning into countless specks of dust that drifted away.

Ye Su's body staggered, he spat out a mouthful of blood violently, and his aura weakened.

A black light flashed; the black strand, its momentum unabated, thrust fiercely into Ye Su's chest.

With a "thwip" sound, as if piercing a layer of thin paper, the strand had entered through Ye Su's chest and exited his back, bringing with it a spray of blood, before finally stabbing deep into the ground and disappearing from sight.

Ye Su clutched his chest and knelt down in pain, clearly having suffered extremely heavy injuries.

In reality, if not for the fact that Ye Su was Ye Hongyu's brother, and out of consideration for Ye Hongyu, a single wisp of the Sword Qi contained within that strand would have been enough to churn Ye Su's internal organs into mush, killing him beyond all hope of survival.

"Two moves, one move each." Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said in a calm tone: "When it comes to fists, Tang, your fists are inferior to mine. When it comes to swords, Ye Su, your sword is even worse by a hundred and eight thousand miles. It seems that whether you believe in Haotian or believe in Pluto, it is not as good as believing in 'me'. Why don't you two just believe in 'me' instead?!"

"Haha, exciting!

Come again!

"

After a brief silence, a roar suddenly rang out. A tall figure darted over violently from the distance, carrying a strong, bloody scent, like a wild beast choosing someone to devour.

Tang!

Demon Sect Walker Tang!

"Interesting."

A trace of surprise finally appeared in Yu Liancheng's eyes. Although Tang also had a younger sister who seemed quite cute, he didn't know her. The force hidden in that previous punch was enough to severely damage Tang's bones and meridians, or even make him a cripple; how could this guy still have the strength to throw a punch at him?

Looking closely, it was that Tang's right arm had already disappeared, and his right ribcage had collapsed quite a bit.

This guy was indeed decisive; he must have severed his right arm the moment that force spread to his shoulder.

At this moment, although Tang was heavily injured, he still clenched his left fist and shouted fiercely as he charged, his spirit swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger.

"I also have one more sword; please enlighten me."

At the same time, Ye Su, who had been clutching his chest, also stood up shakily, and a drop of blood drifted out from his heart, landing on his fingertip.

"Go!"

With a wave of his sword finger, a blood-colored sword light soared into the sky, shattering the firmament, and swept horizontally toward Yu Liancheng once more.

As the two World Walkers of the Demon Sect and the Daoist Sect, they did indeed surprise Yu Liancheng somewhat.

But it was only surprise.

Yu Liancheng stood tall with his hands behind his back, a flash of brilliance in his eyes, his gaze sweeping toward the two as if it had substance.

Immediately, Tang crashed to the ground when he was still three zhang away from Yu Liancheng.

As for Ye Su, he spat out blood again and staggered to the ground, and the blood-colored Sword Qi naturally dissipated into nothingness.

"It is still three moves after all."

Yu Liancheng murmured to himself.

To deal with these two little fellows, it still took three moves.

Looking into the arena, Ye Su had suffered repeated heavy injuries and found it difficult to recover for the moment.

On the contrary, it was Demon Sect Walker Tang.

This guy had suffered even heavier injuries, but because the Demon Sect emphasized refining the flesh and tempering the body, his physical body was far more formidable than that of powerhouses above the Five Realms.

At this moment, although his aura had fallen to the bottom and he was vomiting blood continuously, he still struggled to rise from the ground.

Yu Liancheng swept his gaze toward Tang and sighed: "You can indeed take another half-move, but I will not hold back. If you die, then the Demon Sect will truly be finished."

Tang barely supported his body, panting continuously, the wound on his right arm bursting open again, blood gushing out and spilling all over the ground.

His pair of eyes stared fixedly at Yu Liancheng, like two never-extinguished active volcanoes, erupting with endless magma and fighting spirit.

During the previous period, although he was in the Wilderness, he had heard many deeds regarding Yu Liancheng.

People of the world discussed it endlessly, all believing that Yu Liancheng was an unprecedented expert of the Demon Sect who would lead the Demon Sect to stir up new storms of blood.

But Tang knew that the other party was indeed not a member of the Demon Sect.

Therefore, this time he came from the Wilderness just to see what kind of sacred person Yu Liancheng really was.

On the road, he met Daoist Sect Walker Ye Su, and after several exchanges between the two, they were evenly matched; if it were not a life-and-death struggle, it would be hard to determine the winner, and there was even a faint sense of mutual appreciation.

Ye Su was also very interested in Yu Liancheng; the two hit it off immediately and finally sought him out.

With him and Ye Su joining forces, even powerhouses above the Five Realms could be fought.

If they really couldn't win, running away wouldn't be a problem. Tang still had great confidence in running away.

Yet he hadn't expected that the two of them joining forces could only barely block three moves from the other party, and that was while the other party was clearly holding back.

Now, with such heavy injuries, even escaping had become a problem.

"You are very strong." Tang looked at Yu Liancheng and spat out a few words coldly.

"Is there really any need to doubt such a thing?" Yu Liancheng shrugged.

Tang said coldly, "I don't believe it."

"Then what will it take for you to believe? Must I really slaughter both you and Ye Su?" Yu Liancheng said.

"Fine, if you are truly that strong, then..." Tang's expression turned solemn, and he suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, prostrating himself: "Please take me as your disciple and bring glory to the Demon Sect."

Yu Liancheng: "..."