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The disciple of the You Xian Sect, filled with anger, struck out with a fierce momentum, his figure resembling that of an immortal, floating effortlessly, truly worthy of the You Xian Sect's reputation! Zhao Yang frowned slightly, sensing something strange about the You Xian Sect's Cultivation Method. He dared not confront them head-on and swiftly leaped ten zhang away, saying, "Friend, please stop. It's just a chicken egg; let's talk this over. I just had a meal and don't wish to harm you."
Zhao Yang spoke the truth; he had just finished eating and was feeling quite pleased. Although he felt a bit of regret for not selling the Nine-Headed Bird Egg, which had boosted him from the early to mid-stage of Foundation Establishment with its extraordinary ingredients, he had treated it like an ordinary chicken egg. Others would likely be regretting their decisions if they knew its true value.
"Arrogant!" another disciple of the You Xian Sect scolded. To them, Zhao Yang's words were nothing short of contempt. "With your mere Foundation Establishment Stage at level four, do you think you can defy us? We are one of the Five Great Sects of Zhongzhou; no matter who you are, you cannot escape death today!"
"Here we go again. First off, I've never even heard of your Five Major Sects. Secondly, I was just eating an egg laid by a Nine-Headed Bird, not one from your family. Oh, my bad—you're a man; it wasn't laid by your mother either. Why are you so worked up?" Zhao Yang sincerely explained, trying to defuse the situation.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the You Xian Sect disciple's face turned a deep shade of purple, his eyes blazing with red fury. He pointed at Zhao Yang and stammered, "What did you say?"
"I said it's not an egg laid by your mother! Why are you getting so worked up?" Zhao Yang nearly shouted each word, dragging them out in a mocking tone.
The disciple was infuriated; he was among the top hundred elite disciples in this generation of Foundation Stage Disciples at level eight. The first genius of Mang Wang City with a Single Attribute Spiritual Root had learned only the finest Cultivation Methods and consumed countless spiritual herbs. At this level, he was practically immune to ordinary spiritual herbs; only special ones could affect his cultivation. They had come out following the Holy Son with plans to hunt elite members from other sects and seize treasures discovered by ancient sages—the Nine-Headed Bird Egg being one of them.
Though he was a genius, he had one major flaw: he absolutely despised being insulted regarding his mother. Clearly, Zhao Yang had touched his sore spot.
Zhao Yang felt a bit alarmed as the You Xian Sect disciple's aura surged dramatically, far surpassing that of another nearby disciple and nearing the might of a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator.
"Calm down! Don't let yourself get so worked up; I didn't mean to insult your mother. Besides, if she could lay such a large egg, she'd have to be some kind of chicken demon! Cluck cluck." As Zhao Yang spoke, he began to laugh heartily without regard for the situation. He found it amusing to tease the You Xian Sect disciples because they embodied a kind of innate disdain for those who appeared righteous yet were hypocritical.
Suddenly, a meteor-like strike descended upon Zhao Yang, trailing endless flames that illuminated the sky. The fiery light surrounded him as molten stones crashed down upon him and buried him beneath rubble. Then, the You Xian Sect disciple wielded a blazing red sword that shone brilliantly like a divine being descending from above. With one swing, he shattered the pile of stones into dust, causing chaos around him as tremors shook the ground for hundreds of feet.
"Brother Mang's Youxian Skill has improved significantly! The heavenly falling technique passed down in our family has truly opened my eyes!" another Immortal Wanderer disciple praised. "But really, why waste such powerful True Qi on someone like him? I could crush him with just one finger! Look how scared I am; I thought you were going to self-destruct!"
"I thought he was going to self-destruct too," came an unexpected voice from behind them as Zhao Yang approached with half a cup of juice in hand. Each step seemed to defy gravity as he radiated authority. He glared at the attacking You Xian Sect disciple and said, "You scared me half to death! Almost got my clothes dirty!"
The two Immortal Wanderer disciples recoiled in shock as if they had seen a ghost.
"You’re still alive?" The attacker was puzzled; he had clearly locked onto Zhao Yang's aura and felt it vanish beneath the rubble.
"You’re the one who’s dead," Zhao Yang retorted irritably.
"Who are you cursing?!" Zhao Yang once again touched someone’s sore spot.
"I’m cursing your mother, I’m cursing your mother!"
"I'll kill you!" The disciple of You Xian Sect, enraged by the insults, swung his fire sword down fiercely.
Zhao Yang moved like lightning, dodging the furious strike of the fire sword. He retaliated with a punch that sent the agitated You Xian Sect disciple spitting blood and crashing into the rubble.
The fallen disciple's eyes widened in horror as strands of starlight flowed from his hand, transforming into countless beams of light that surged toward Zhao Yang. Another disciple had already launched a surprise attack, forming a seal with his hands and channeling energy to ascend. Zhao Yang could not discern their intentions; just as he was about to react, countless beams of light enveloped him, rapidly spreading toward his neck, binding his body and piercing into his flesh like steel needles. If it weren't for Zhao Yang's unparalleled physique, he would have been thoroughly pierced by now.
"You Xian Sect truly deserves its title among the Five Great Sects; two random people can actually injure me?" Zhao Yang felt a stir within him as the stinging sensation on his skin intensified. The beams of light drilled violently into him, rendering him momentarily immobile. His True Qi could not be drawn from the Foundation Cauldron, which left him even more astonished. "Indeed, there are always greater beings beyond the horizon; I was careless!"
Suddenly, golden-red characters appeared on Zhao Yang's face and hands. He activated one of his strongest trump cards, a fragment of the Imperial Scripture. The golden-red light surged through his veins, forcing out all the invading beams of light from his flesh, turning them to ashes and making them vanish.
The two disciples of You Xian Sect were alarmed, staring in shock at Zhao Yang in the distance. At that moment, his aura resembled a slumbering giant dragon, striking fear in their hearts; once unleashed, they would find it hard to withstand even a fraction of it.
However, what they did not expect was that this young man suddenly turned pale and fled as if he had seen a ghost.
"Huh?" The two You Xian Sect disciples were puzzled.
A bird's cry pierced through the air. They turned to look up and saw ghostly mist swirling around them, blocking out the sun and towering thousands of feet high. They barely caught sight of two bird claws as thick as tree trunks, their tips gleaming black-gold and stained with still-fresh blood.
"It's the Nine-Headed Bird! Run!" One of them managed to shout before both were caught and crushed into blood mist by the claws of the Nine-Headed Bird without any chance to resist.
From a distance, Zhao Yang watched in horror as the two You Xian Sect disciples were obliterated like balloons by the Nine-Headed Bird's claws. This Nine-Headed Bird had nine heads of varying sizes, all with terrifying crimson-black eyes that exuded an ominous aura. The largest head hung low to one side, emitting a low growl that sent chills down his spine.
The Nine-Headed Bird was entirely crimson, its terrifying aura fanning out from its wings in waves. It appeared ghostly and ominous; Zhao Yang had initially thought it was a radiant divine beast but was taken aback by its horrifying appearance.
"This Nine-Headed Bird must have undergone some terrifying mutation. In the Haotian Secret Realm passed down since the Primordial Era, any creature must suppress its aura to the Foundation Establishment Stage; otherwise, it would be teleported away. Yet this Nine-Headed Bird's aura clearly exceeds that threshold; it must have paid a heavy price."
Suddenly, Zhao Yang felt a chill run down his spine as the Nine-Headed Bird raised all eighteen eyes to gaze directly at him after devouring the two disciples from You Xian Sect.
"How could they notice this?!" Zhao Yang turned and fled into the dense forest, moving as swiftly as a Flying Sword.
Behind him, countless Giant Trees collapsed, flowers and stones flying everywhere, startling numerous birds and small beasts. The Nine-Headed Bird, an Ancient Beast, was faster than the wind, and Zhao Yang could not hope to outrun it. Moments later, he was caught up by the Nine-Headed Bird.
With a massive claw filled with rage, the bird swooped down, intent on tearing Zhao Yang apart for having devoured its young.
Zhao Yang used Time Walk to flash a hundred feet away, narrowly avoiding the Nine-Headed Bird's lethal strike. He knew he couldn't escape, so he decided to confront the beast head-on. He took out his massive hammer and turned to face the Nine-Headed Bird, ready for a fight to the death.
"Kill!" Zhao Yang shouted with fervor, raising his Stone Hammer above his head and bringing it crashing down onto one of the bird's heads. He had channeled his strength into this blow, making it weigh a million pounds. He nearly lost his grip and fell himself, almost dislocating his shoulders in the process.
The head that was struck exploded into fragments. The Nine-Headed Bird screeched in fury, its remaining eight heads crying out. One of its heads slammed into Zhao Yang, sending him crashing into the mountainside. Coughing up blood, he burst out from the rock face just as the bird's claws came down again like divine spears, aiming to pin him down. Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yang prepared to use Seventy-Third Transformation but sensed several pairs of eyes watching him through his Divine Sense.
So he raised his hammer once more, holding it high in the air. Suddenly, it grew to the size of a towering cloud, several times larger than the Nine-Headed Bird itself. He brought it down with all his might; given his current strength, he could only exert about two hundred thousand pounds of force. If he attempted another blow like before from a physics standpoint, he would surely be overturned and suffer fractures. Therefore, being familiar with physics, he focused on using around two hundred thousand pounds of force to smash the Nine-Headed Bird into the ground.
When beasts grow to a certain level, sheer strength alone is no longer enough to kill them. The Nine-Headed Bird flapped its wings wildly on the ground while its remaining eight heads struggled fiercely, emitting thick black smoke that swept across the area. Wherever it passed, vegetation withered away.
Though this battle was brief, Zhao Yang had been fighting with all his might; his True Qi was running low. As he watched the rolling black mist approach him, he chose not to continue striking at the Nine-Headed Bird because the mist contained something that could drain life force, causing him unease. Zhao Yang glanced at several figures in the distance who were observing him with their Divine Sense and sheathed his Stone Hammer as he rushed toward them. The enraged Nine-Headed Bird flipped over and took flight in pursuit of Zhao Yang.
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