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With a sinister laugh, the Divine Serpent Saint Child transformed his five fingers into five long snakes, each opening its gaping maw filled with dark energy, lunging toward Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang furrowed his brows and unleashed his True Qi shield for defense. To his surprise, the five snakes did not retreat; instead, they coiled around him with lightning speed, wrapping him up like a rice dumpling.
"Even bald as you are, you still dare to fight me," the Divine Serpent Saint Child mocked. His serpentine fingers could easily strangle an average Holy Son from a mid-tier sect and drain their Spirit Energy for his own use.
However, as soon as the Divine Serpent Saint Child finished speaking, his expression changed drastically. He felt his True Qi begin to reverse flow into Zhao Yang's body. Acting quickly, he shattered the coils of his fingers, letting out a piercing scream filled with rage.
The severed snakes turned into shriveled corpses around Zhao Yang. He felt nauseous at the sight and showed a hint of disgust on his face. The Divine Serpent Saint Child noticed this; he could not tolerate being looked down upon. Suddenly, his tongue morphed into an endless crimson venomous snake that lunged at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang was truly frightened. He had intended to grab the tongue and destroy it, but he felt sickened and a chill ran through him. He quickly retreated in haste, thinking about what would happen if the Divine Serpent Saint Child were to strip down and transform certain parts into snakes—would he fight or flee?
Venom splattered everywhere; several female disciples from Falling Flower Valley were hit by the toxic liquid and instantly turned to putrid blood, meeting their demise. A drop even splashed onto Zhao Yang's protective True Qi shield, which nearly touched his skin. It was evident that the Divine Serpent Saint Child was a formidable opponent who refused to engage in close combat.
Another snake whip struck out, but Zhao Yang sidestepped it just in time. The ground beneath him cracked as he surged forward with immense force, shouting loudly as he unleashed a tremendous blow aimed at the Divine Serpent Saint Child. The air trembled violently, and the earth shook; it was clear that Zhao Yang was genuinely enraged. He applied both light and heavy techniques to his massive fist—if this strike landed on the Divine Serpent Saint Child, it would surely spell disaster for him.
Yet before Zhao Yang could reach him, countless strands of serpents exploded outward, extending numerous small snakes that met Zhao Yang's giant fist like crashing waves against the shore.
The anticipated thunderous sound did not occur; instead, there was a soft thud as Zhao Yang's fist plunged into the mass of serpents, shattering hundreds of them without making any significant impact.
Zhao Yang's scalp tingled with fear; it was too late to retreat now. Countless sharp fangs had already embedded themselves into his flesh. If he attempted to use Time Walk to escape at this moment, from a physics standpoint, even a piece of paper could sever a head at such high speeds—let alone the numerous fangs already lodged in his skin!
"Damn it!" Zhao Yang cursed angrily as he was engulfed by the sea of small snakes. He felt a mix of anger and disgust; ever since arriving in the cultivation world, he had encountered snakes time and again—truly a case of enemies crossing paths. The more he feared them, the more they appeared. In a fit of rage, he struggled wildly within the snake mass, turning countless small snakes into mush. However, with every struggle came something even more repulsive—the snake corpses began to pile up around him like rotten flesh. If his protective True Qi were breached, he would undoubtedly be covered in snake remains; at that point, he would either be poisoned or sickened to death.
Zhao Yang felt like he was losing his mind; under such relentless attacks, the laws of power were utterly useless against these small snakes that seemed endless in number. They swarmed from all directions, blocking out the sky and filling his ears with their hissing!
"Hand over what you have!" Outside the writhing mass of serpents, Fallen Flower Saintess commanded Liu Rou sharply as she appeared before her in an instant.
Liu Rou moved gracefully aside just in time to evade Fallen Flower Saintess's attack. After a brief moment of rest, she had regained some True Qi. She initially intended to escape alone but hesitated upon seeing Bald Boy struggling desperately within the serpent formation to save her from the Divine Serpent Saint Child.
"What's wrong? My dear junior sister, are you reluctant to part with your little lover?" Fallen Flower Saintess chuckled lightly as she discerned Liu Rou's indecision.
Liu Rou's face flushed slightly, but the moment passed quickly. She looked at the Bald Boy, who was still struggling fiercely within the serpent formation, her eyes filled with urgency. From her sleeve, she took out an orchid that emitted a faint, ethereal glow and held it in her palm, gazing at the Fallen Flower Saintess.
"Dream Orchid!" The Fallen Flower Saintess exclaimed in surprise. "So it really is this treasure. You actually intend to give the Dream Orchid to the Sect?"
Liu Rou replied, "My master has treated me with great kindness, raising me as his own. It's just a Dream Orchid; even if it were a Holy Flower, what of it?"
The Fallen Flower Saintess laughed. "Oh, dear junior sister, you must not forget the scar on your face. You still cannot show yourself to others. The Dream Orchid blooms once every five hundred years; not only can it restore one's youthful appearance, but it also delays aging and contains Eternal Mystery. It is a treasure that every woman dreams of, and yet you want to give it away!"
Pointing at Liu Rou's veil beneath her eyes, the Fallen Flower Saintess made her move to seize it. Her gaze was intense; every woman desired eternal youth. The Dream Orchid was known as the flower of beauty, containing the greatest Eternal Mystery in the cultivation world throughout history. Anyone who saw it would be captivated, including Zhao Yang in the serpent pile, who felt a surge of fear because he too longed for immortality. When he had learned from Sun Wukong about the Dao methods, he had only asked if they could grant him longevity. Upon discovering that no cultivation method could achieve immortality, he felt a pang of disappointment. Today, he was hearing about such a rare treasure as the Dream Orchid; no wonder the Divine Serpent Saint Child and the Fallen Flower Saintess were relentlessly pursuing Liu Rou.
"Hand over the Dream Orchid and I will leave you intact!" The Fallen Flower Saintess charged forward again. With her hands moving apart and together, countless petals flew from her fingers toward Liu Rou. Liu Rou also spread her hands wide; suddenly, Willow Branches surrounded her for protection. However, her power was far inferior to that of the Fallen Flower Saintess and she could not withstand even a moment of combat.
The Willow Branches shattered, and petals surged forth like soft hands striking Liu Rou. She was knocked back by the blow, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as pain flickered across her face, yet she forced herself to remain standing.
"Senior sister, don't push me!" Liu Rou's aura suddenly surged significantly. In her eyes appeared terrifying visions as if she were transforming worlds; however, it was evident that her realm was too low to endure such phenomena.
The Fallen Flower Saintess hesitated for just a moment as a hint of fear arose within her heart but quickly regained composure. As the saintess of Falling Flower Valley, she had been trained since childhood in the Falling Flower True Scripture's essence and had reached late Foundation Establishment Stage—almost at Great Perfection—making her invincible among peers with vast experience; how could she be intimidated by a junior sister skilled in deception?
With each step she took, flowers bloomed around her in radiant light as she pressed toward Liu Rou. Liu Rou retreated in alarm, clutching the Dream Orchid and ready to destroy it at any moment.
At that moment, from within the serpent pile, several blades of light slashed through space toward the sky. Zhao Yang, furious and on the verge of spitting blood, burst forth from within. He soared into the air with an angry expression; golden-red characters appeared on his skin as if etched into his flesh. In his Enlightenment Realm state, he sensed that Liu Rou was in danger and about to undergo Transmutation. Thus he created an opening with his Void Blade and unleashed one of his strongest techniques—the Body Refinement Technique from one corner of his Imperial Scripture—spending most of his True Qi to break through the Divine Serpent Formation to rescue Liu Rou.
The Fallen Flower Saintess sensed a strong killing intent approaching from behind and turned just in time to see Zhao Yang closing in on her.
In a moment of confusion in space, Zhao Yang's eyes blurred as he saw the Fallen Flower Saintess suddenly split into two, then four, then eight—multiplying endlessly—all attacking him at once. Despite using all limbs to defend himself, he still took several hits and felt bewildered. With Time Walk activated, he vanished from sight; his Enlightenment Realm powers fully engaged along with his formidable Divine Sense analysis ability allowed him to eliminate these illusions one by one.
"This is my Falling Flower Valley's ultimate technique: Phantom Flower Illusion! When my body splits into illusions, there will be a slight True Qi leak; if you feel carefully, you can find me," a gentle yet anxious voice rose within Zhao Yang’s mind—it was Liu Rou’s transmission.
Zhao Yang felt as though he had consumed honey in his heart but knew this was not the time for fantasies. With two powerful enemies nearby, he could not afford even a moment's distraction. Against strength-based cultivators he had natural advantages unless they were far beyond his realm; however, dealing with those skilled in manipulation and mental influence through illusions remained quite challenging!
Ripple of Enlightenment spread outward like ripples in water. Zhao Yang carefully sensed the surroundings and indeed discovered a clue. In the next moment, he turned sharply in mid-air, passing through dozens of illusions, and with the force of thunder, aimed to strike down Fallen Flower Saintess.
Boom!
The powerful strike hit Fallen Flower Saintess's left hand as she attempted to block it, the sound of her bones shattering echoed through the air. Fallen Flower Saintess let out a scream, using all her strength to move away. After all, she was a true disciple and not so easily killed. However, after this blow, her complexion turned pale and cold sweat poured down her face, for her hand was completely shattered under Zhao Yang's attack—such power was rare in her life!
Having landed a successful hit, Zhao Yang pressed the attack, soaring upward as his fingers danced with Chaotic Qi, instantly striking towards Fallen Flower Saintess. His speed was like an arrow released from a bow. Fallen Flower Saintess's face turned ashen, fear of death appearing in her eyes.
"Do you think I don't exist?" The furious voice of Divine Serpent Saint Child rang out. At this moment, his hair had transformed into a tangled mess resembling excrement; his once flowing locks had been mostly shredded by Zhao Yang. Now it sat atop his head like clumps of dried waste, filling him with an urge to die. Always one to care about his appearance, he was now enraged.
In the Enlightenment Realm, although Zhao Yang sensed the five serpentine fingers of Divine Serpent Saint Child coming at him, it was too late to dodge. The continuous use of Time Walk was taking its toll on him, and relying too much on this Divine Power was detrimental to his growth in combat experience.
Whoosh!
Caught by his legs, Zhao Yang was yanked back into the air. His vision blurred as endless scenes retreated before him, followed by a series of loud thuds ringing in his ears; he felt as if his head would explode.
Divine Serpent Saint Child, gripping Zhao Yang's legs, swung him around in circles, smashing through countless rocks and vegetation, leveling everything within a radius of several miles. He slammed Zhao Yang down onto the ground repeatedly until he confirmed that Zhao Yang no longer moved before finally stopping.
Breathing heavily, Divine Serpent Saint Child wore a smug expression and said, "You think you can challenge me?"
Then, from his perspective, the bloodied figure of Bald Boy on the ground moved slightly. He managed to give a thumbs up with great difficulty and muttered a few indistinct words: "You're amazing! Just wait!"
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