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Zhao Yang ran wildly, crossing one mountain peak after another, trying to shake off the pursuers behind him. He had long sensed that someone was watching him from the shadows.
"Do you still think you can escape?" A thunderous voice boomed from above, blocking Zhao Yang's path. A young man in black, with a physique like a diamond and muscles like steel wires, appeared before him, exuding an overwhelming presence and looking down on Zhao Yang with disdain, towering over him by two heads.
"Who are you? We have no quarrel; why target me?" Zhao Yang stopped in his tracks, standing tall in the air, releasing a powerful aura without showing any signs of weakness.
"I am Yuan Lie, the Holy Son of the Overlord Sect. Hand over the true feathers of the Nine-Headed Bird and the Dao Artifact in your possession, or I will ensure your demise," the Overlord Saint Child said dismissively, completely underestimating Zhao Yang.
"Brother Yuan, that's not fair. This brat has taken the Nine-Headed Bird Egg that belongs to my You Xian Sect and killed two of my junior brothers. The Dao Artifact he possesses should be compensation for my You Xian Sect," a young man dressed entirely in white appeared behind Zhao Yang. He floated gracefully in the air, ethereal and celestial.
"Youxian Saint Child, don't think that just because we are both part of the Five Major Sects, you can act recklessly. What I desire is not something you can take; otherwise, even if you are a Holy Son, I will not hesitate to kill you," the Overlord Saint Child replied sharply, his eyes glinting with disdain.
The Youxian Saint Child smiled lightly, his white robe fluttering in the wind as his long hair danced around him. With a cloud-like hairpin resting between his brows, he looked extraordinarily handsome. He was unafraid of the Overlord Saint Child's words and chuckled softly, "Cultivating the physical body is a lowly pursuit. Do you really think yourself invincible?"
"Whether I am invincible or not, you'll find out soon enough!" The Overlord Saint Child's purple hair billowed as he summoned his fist energy and prepared to strike.
At that moment, another figure flew in from afar at high speed, surrounded by blazing flames. This person appeared to be a teenager around sixteen or seventeen years old, with slightly yellow hair resembling fire. He wielded a massive azure sword that looked exceptionally formidable.
"It's the Holy Son of Azure Cloud Palace! Born with a battle body, he can fight for three days and nights without tiring. It is said he is a cultivation fanatic who established his foundation at ten years old and then secluded himself for seven years. If he hadn't suppressed his cultivation to seek out the greatest secrets within the Haotian Secret Realm related to Core Formation Stage, he would have already broken into that realm and would undoubtedly be among the invincible Foundation Stage Cultivators," someone whispered.
Zhao Yang frowned upon hearing this. He had only heard of one genius who established their foundation at ten years old—Shiyunsheng. If there was indeed someone who began cultivating at such a young age and then secluded themselves for seven years without interaction with others, psychological analysis suggested that this person might either be arrogant or suffer from social withdrawal. Such individuals often had extreme personalities; if they were good-natured, they could be guided onto the right path; if not, they were hardly deserving of sympathy.
"Who is Zhao Yang? Do any of you recognize him?" Azure Play Saint demanded loudly, completely disregarding everyone around him.
Zhao Yang understood that Azure Play Saint must have received secret orders from Sidu Yuanzheng of Azure Cloud Palace to return from the Haotian Secret Realm to eliminate him.
However, after Azure Play Saint's inquiry, no one answered—not only because he was arrogant and rude but also because no one knew who Zhao Yang was. Moreover, Zhao Yang was now bald and tattered; his once lustrous attire was gone, completely altering his appearance. Even those who had seen him before would not recognize him now.
"Are you all mute? Or do you want to die?" Azure Play Saint shouted angrily at the crowd's silence.
"Are you blind or just uncultured? How dare you shout in front of me?" Overlord Saint Child retorted angrily at Azure Play Saint's arrogance. "A mere child still wet behind the ears dares to call himself a Holy Son? I am ashamed to share that title with you."
"Are you really Yuan Lie of Overlord Sect, claiming to be unmatched among Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators?" Azure Play Saint narrowed his eyes at Overlord Saint Child, murderous intent radiating from him.
"Daring to show me killing intent? You seek death!" Overlord Saint Child shot back with a cold glare.
"You’re the one seeking death!" Azure Play Saint shouted fiercely as he raised his azure sword high above his head, unleashing a torrent of azure light aimed directly at Overlord Saint Child. Overlord Saint Child frowned; he hadn't expected someone from Azure Cloud Palace to be even more volatile than those from Overlord Sect. If he dodged this strike now, it would surely become a laughingstock since he was known as the top Holy Son among Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators—invulnerable and impervious to blades and swords.
The purple lightning surged from the fist, soaring into the air. With a powerful punch, it carried the sound of wind and thunder, breaking through the sky.
Bang!
A tremendous roar echoed in everyone's ears as the massive sound of the storm shattered the air. A blinding light dazzled their eyes, and a powerful shockwave instantly killed two weak cultivators who had no time to dodge.
The Azure Play Saint staggered back five steps, blood trickling from his mouth. The Overlord Saint Child took three steps back, a trace of blood appearing on his fist, but it didn't seem serious.
"Did he just take on the Azure Palace Saint Child's great sword with bare hands?" someone exclaimed, looking at the Overlord Saint Child as if he were a monster, feeling an urge to distance themselves.
The onlookers hurriedly cleared a space for them, fearing they might be caught in the aftermath.
"Only the Holy Son could withstand a full-force punch from the Overlord Saint Child and survive. The Azure Play Saint is still young and has plenty of room for growth!" someone offered their opinion.
However, after their exchange of blows, neither the Azure Play Saint nor the Overlord Saint Child made another move. The reason was simple; even with their strength, it would be difficult to quickly kill each other despite any minor differences in cultivation. They had entered the Haotian Secret Realm to seek great secrets, not to engage in a life-or-death battle.
"That monk! Holy Son asks you, have you seen someone named Zhao Yang?" The Azure Play Saint suddenly turned to Zhao Yang and questioned him with a tone full of disdain.
"Me again? Monk?" Zhao Yang thought to himself, puzzled. Did he have a face that seemed to know everything? With so many people around, why did he have to ask him? He had already released his Foundation Establishment Stage level five cultivation and was not the weakest cultivator here. Was it because he was too handsome that other men felt uncomfortable around him?
"Over there! It's that volcano! Just now, I saw Zhao Yang flying in that direction. He seemed to mention something about wanting to kill the remnants of Azure Cloud Palace," Zhao Yang said calmly, without a hint of embarrassment.
Zhao Yang still vividly remembered the terrifying presence of the Hell Python Bull; it was definitely not something a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could withstand. Even the Nine-Headed Bird, a half-saint half-demon Ancient Beast, had been dragged into the volcano by the Hell Python Bull. No matter how strong the Holy Son of Azure Cloud Palace was, he would only meet his demise there. At the same time, Zhao Yang wondered why Little Beast had instilled such fear in Hell Python Bull.
"What? Is that true?" The Azure Play Saint shouted, his voice cracking through the air with excitement.
"Amitabha! A monk does not speak falsehoods." Zhao Yang pressed his palms together and recited a Buddhist chant with a calm expression. However, he felt some concern because he had just come from Hell Python Bull's territory. Many cultivators sensed Hell Python Bull's aura nearby, and some familiar with Haotian Secret Realm knew it was Hell Python Bull's domain. If they spoke up to warn others, his lie would be in vain. Hell Python Bull was one of the strongest overlords within Haotian Secret Realm; even Core Formation Stage cultivators could not withstand its demonic might. If Azure Cloud Palace's Holy Son went there without some miraculous item in hand, he would undoubtedly perish.
Silence fell over the scene—an absolute silence where one could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath while silently praying that no one would speak out.
The Azure Play Saint nodded in satisfaction at everyone's hushed demeanor. He glanced at Zhao Yang and said, "If you dare deceive me, even if you are a disciple of Xuanfo Temple, I will kill you!" With that, he shouldered his azure giant sword and turned to leave.
The crowd watched as Azure Play Saint departed like they were bidding farewell to a hero. Once he flew far enough away, they erupted into chatter, stretching their necks to look on. Although Zhao Yang did not know what Xuanfo Temple was, he still displayed compassion and said softly, "A monk does not speak falsehoods. Amitabha~"
Sweat dripped down everyone's backs as they cursed Zhao Yang—the cunning monk—a thousand times in their hearts.
Moments later, a young man's mournful scream and curses echoed from afar at the volcano's mouth. The sound shook the surroundings before fading into silence once more.
"Alas, the once-great prodigy has fallen. A genius who established his foundation at the age of ten, destined to become one of the overlords of Zhongzhou, has met his end just like that," sighed a cultivator with keen observational skills.
"Indeed, just like that. Moments ago he was full of life, and in the blink of an eye, he was torn in half by the Hell Python Bull. His clothes were stripped away, and his flesh devoured. He was even wearing a red pair of shorts!" another cultivator lamented.
Zhao Yang couldn't believe it; he was already laughing inwardly. "These Azure Cloud Palace people are nothing but a joke, all a bunch of low-IQ children." Seeing everyone so animated in their discussions, he quietly squeezed out of the crowd, preparing to make his escape.
"Where do you think you're going?" a soft yet commanding voice called out. The Youxian Saint Child descended gracefully from the sky, dressed in white robes and socks, blocking Zhao Yang's path. "Hand over the true feathers of the Nine-Headed Bird and the Dao Artifact, or face certain death."
The Youxian Saint Child had arrived late, believing that Zhao Yang had used a Dao Artifact to kill the Nine-Headed Bird and obtained its true feathers, which is why he repeatedly demanded them from Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang found the voice grating and replied irritably, "Why does your voice sound like that of a eunuch?"
"You seek death!" The Youxian Saint Child exploded in anger, seemingly struck where it hurt. With a wave of his sleeve, an endless river of stars cascaded down toward Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang retaliated with a punch infused with Chaos True Qi that shattered the starry river and struck directly at the Youxian Saint Child.
The Youxian Saint Child was alarmed and retreated hastily, not daring to take it head-on. His fingertips shimmered with light as they darted toward Zhao Yang like fireflies. Having previously suffered at the hands of You Xian Sect disciples, Zhao Yang sensed danger and immediately flew backward. However, that stream of light seemed to have locked onto him, moving faster than he could retreat, and in an instant, it entered his body.
Zhao Yang felt immense pain once again and thought to himself, "I've stumbled into trouble for the second time! What kind of cultivation method is this that's so difficult to deal with?!"
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