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Blade tore through the decayed flesh, and Peng Cheng endured the excruciating pain, swinging his arm in retaliation. Unfortunately, Ye Yang continued to channel True Qi to its peak state, surpassing Peng Cheng in both strength and speed. The Hidden Dragon Technique, a treasure of the Hidden Dragon Hall, greatly enhanced agility and power, allowing Ye Yang, a Starry Sky Level Five powerhouse, to contend with opponents at the Starry Sky Sixth Level.
In contrast, although Peng Cheng had mastered the Immortal Secret Technique, his strength was at best at the peak level of Starry Sky Fourth Level, making it impossible for him to compare with Ye Yang at this moment.
“Bang!”
Ye Yang suddenly launched an attack, his figure soaring as the knee armor struck heavily against Peng Cheng's chin. Flames surged, causing Peng Cheng to stagger backward amidst his cries of agony. Seizing this opportunity, Ye Yang unleashed a killing blow; the Azure Soul Sword descended like a mountain splitting stone, delivering a powerful strike that cleaved Peng Cheng's skull in half. With a roar, he brutally sliced Peng Cheng into two pieces!
Raising his hand with fingers spread wide, flames surged forth. In the next moment, with a loud shout from Ye Yang, he released his power, and the roaring shockwave obliterated Peng Cheng into countless pieces of flesh!
With victory achieved, Ye Yang smiled slightly, resting the Azure Soul Sword on his shoulder. He laughed, “Damn it, the Immortal Secret Technique of Asura Hall is nothing special! Haha, Master, let’s go have some tea!”
Elder Qingxuan’s expression changed dramatically.
A look of astonishment appeared on Yun Xiaoxi's beautiful face as she shouted, “Zi Yu, be careful! Peng Cheng is not dead yet!”
……
Time seemed to freeze as tiny fragments rapidly gathered behind Ye Yang. In an instant, they formed an arm exuding a foul odor. The hand sharpened into a point and launched an attack, piercing heavily into Ye Yang's back!
“Pfft!”
Blood splattered as Ye Yang’s Starlit Armor shattered instantly. The four fingers of the skeletal hand pierced through the Fire God Armor, creating a bloody hole in Ye Yang's back that extended through to his chest, looking extremely grim.
Amidst swirling dust, the foul-smelling arm coalesced into the figure of Peng Cheng.
"Ugh..."
Ye Yang let out a pained groan, turning around to deliver a heavy kick, his battle boots enveloped in flames, directly smashing half of Peng Cheng's head to pieces!
Holding his chest, Ye Yang was in agony, beads of sweat rolling down his face as he struggled to gather True Qi to repair the damaged cells. However, to Ye Yang's surprise, the wound burned intensely, as if countless tiny insects were burrowing into it. Starlit True Qi was utterly ineffective in healing the injury!
"Hahaha..."
Half of Peng Cheng's head let out a maniacal laugh, grotesque and terrifying, as the decaying flesh writhed continuously, rapidly recovering from the injury. Thick black mist seeped up from between the stone slabs on the ground, swirling around Peng Cheng. This was the ghostly energy from the earth, nourishing Peng Cheng's True Qi and stamina. The power of this Immortal Secret Technique seemed inexhaustible, as if it were endless.
Seeing the shock in Ye Yang's eyes, Peng Cheng was filled with pride and couldn't help but laugh heartily. He threw his head back and sneered, "Ye Yang, how pathetic you look right now! Even if the Fire God Fragment and Hidden Dragon Technique were once supreme skills, so what? My power comes from Ghostly Corpse Qi; as long as I touch the ground, my strength will flow endlessly! And you? I only need to hit you once for your injuries to be irreparable! Hahaha..."
Clearly, Peng Cheng's Immortal Secret Technique and True Qi were extremely sinister, managing to suppress Ye Yang's recovery ability in such a short time. It seemed that Ye Yang was indeed losing more than winning.
"Zi Yu!"
Yun Xiaoxi called out softly, "Steady your mind; don't let his words provoke you. This Immortal Secret Technique must have weaknesses; you need to find them. Otherwise, if you lose, no one here will be able to handle Undead Peng Cheng!"
Elder Qingxuan leaned on his wooden staff and said sternly, "Zi Yu, concentrate. If you've read the Wenting chapter of the fourth volume of Hidden Dragon Technique, you should be able to find the answer!"
Fei Lian, lying beneath the statue, trembled as he stood up. Watching the battle between Ye Yang and Peng Cheng unfold before him, he said solemnly, "Wenting chapter? It's said to be the most profound section of Hidden Dragon Technique. In the past, none of its inheritors have been able to comprehend even a fraction of it. Could it be that Zi Yu..."
Elder Qingxuan remained calm and silent.
Ye Yang did not speak; he simply focused on rapidly increasing his True Qi. Despite being heavily injured, he still aimed to elevate his strength to its peak state.
On the golden roof of the grand hall, Fire Plow held a cold dagger, a smug smile on his face as he said, "Hahaha, interesting. Hidden Dragon Hall and Asura Hall are both among the four great guardian sects. The Immortal Secret Technique and Hidden Dragon Technique are the signature skills of these two sects. Today, we will determine a winner and see who is superior!"
Ye Yang's gaze turned cold as he looked at Fire Plow and shouted, "Beast, do you really think you can leave Hidden Dragon Hall alive today? If I don't kill you, I won't be called Ye Yang. Just wait and see! Xiaoxi, keep an eye on him and don't let this scoundrel escape. Today, I will settle the score for my father and Second Uncle!"
Yun Xiaoxi nodded eagerly.
Fire Plow quickly shut his mouth and turned to assess the situation around him. Clearly, he believed he could not defeat the current Yun Xiaoxi and was already determining his escape route.
...
In the arena, Ye Yang forcibly urged his True Qi to its peak state, disregarding his severe injuries. He raised his sword and launched a new wave of attacks. With a flick of the Blade, five sword energies slashed towards his opponent's lower body.
Peng Cheng couldn't help but laugh: "Naive! You think you can force me off the ground? Let me tell you, even if I leave the ground, I can still defeat you without absorbing Ghostly Corpse Qi!"
As he spoke, Peng Cheng leaped gracefully, dodging Ye Yang's sword energy assault.
However, Ye Yang moved like a ghost; in the next moment, he had already slid beneath Peng Cheng. With a lift of the Blade, veins bulged on his face as he unleashed twelve parts of his strength to activate the secret technique of Hidden Dragon Technique: Dragon Scale Storm!
"Boom! Boom!"
The earth trembled violently as countless Dragon Qi surged around them, coalescing into sharp Dragon Scale Storms. Four giant dragon storms soared into the sky, causing Peng Cheng to sway unsteadily and struggle to maintain his footing.
"Crack... Crack..."
The dragon-scaled Blade sliced down unexpectedly, and Peng Cheng was immediately dismembered—his arms and legs were severed cleanly. Moreover, amidst the raging storm, he could not land at all. He never imagined that Ye Yang would resort to such a ruthless move.
As Peng Cheng was torn to pieces, Ye Yang still did not dare to let his guard down. He stomped on the ground with his battle boots, launching himself into the air while wielding the Sharp Sword. The Azure Soul Sword blazed with scorching flames, unleashing countless sword lights that exploded in the air like fireworks—spectacular yet filled with murderous intent.
Under Ye Yang's sword attack, the flames scorched the fragments of Peng Cheng's body, turning pieces of flesh into ashes. Thus, Peng Cheng could no longer reassemble his body and come back to life.
On the ground, Elder Qingxuan, Flying Scythe General, Yun Xiaoxi, Yan Yao, and others watched in shock. Even Fire Plow atop the golden dome of the hall couldn't help but stand up, holding a dagger, exclaiming, "The Heavenly Kill's Ye Yang actually has such a move! My God, that idiot Peng Cheng won't just vanish like this, will he..."
In the air, flames danced wildly as Ye Yang swung his sword in a chaotic manner, creating a fiery storm that raged for nearly five minutes before slowly drifting back to the ground. Looking up at the sky, countless ashes fell to the ground. Even if Peng Cheng possessed the Immortal Secret Technique, he must truly be dead this time.
Seeing Ye Yang panting heavily with blood flowing from his chest, Yan Yao felt a pang of sympathy and softly said, "Brother... your injuries..."
Ye Yang shook his head. "It's nothing."
Still holding the Azure Soul Sword, Ye Yang stood there, unable to confirm whether Peng Cheng was really dead and remained on guard.
A few minutes later, as a gentle breeze blew, chaos returned to the ground. The ashes began to slowly wriggle and gather, creating a terrifying scene!
"Damn it, he's not dead?!" Flying Scythe General shouted in anger.
Ye Yang raised the Azure Soul Sword, taking a deep breath. "So annoying..."
In an instant, countless particles of dust reassembled into the form of Peng Cheng. It seemed he was demonstrating why the Immortal Secret Technique was called the Immortal Secret Technique.
Peng Cheng's body reassembled in less than a minute. He swung his arms and laughed loudly, "How about that? You can't kill me at all, and after using the Hidden Dragon Technique's killing move, your True Qi has been depleted too much. Hahaha, Ye Yang, you disappoint me. Killing you is as easy as squashing an ant!"
Ye Yang remained silent.
Peng Cheng opened his hand, condensing an undying flame, and laughed, "After I kill you, I will slaughter all the Dragon Armored Warriors in the Hidden Dragon Hall, then return to the Fire God Clan to marry Peng Yue'er. I will wipe out the Ye Family, and the heads of Ye Beichi and Ye Shuang will be hung at the city gate of Linzi City for three days!"
...
"Zzz..."
The blood on Ye Yang's arm was being burned away by the flames, turning into blue smoke. His golden eyes were filled with rage as he shouted, "Shut up! Peng Cheng, you are seeking your own death. I never intended to use the death secrets of the Asking Heaven Chapter in my life, but today, you are the one who is looking for death..."
As he spoke, Ye Yang slowly floated up, holding the Azure Soul Sword level with him. His entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation; he was enveloped in blood-red flames. A figure of the Divine Dragon's Soul roared forth from the blade, swirling cyclones rose from the ground beneath him, and his cloak billowed high behind him. Even Ye Yang's face transformed into a terrifying skull-like visage.
The Flying Scythe General was astonished: "This... Zi Yu has indeed comprehended the Ghostly Chapter of the Asking Heaven Chapter..."
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