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The Divine Serpent Saint Child had a strange expression, filled with both surprise and wonder. He never expected the vitality of this young man to be so resilient; after such a fall, he was still alive! He cackled with excitement, almost cheering. Since his debut, aside from the Holy Son of the Five Major Sects and some Old Monsters whose cultivation levels were far beyond his own, he had never encountered an opponent that made his blood boil with enthusiasm.
Thus, the Divine Serpent Saint Child screamed, his expression ecstatic as he grabbed Zhao Yang like a dead salted fish, wildly slamming him down. The ground was littered with craters and bloodstains as he relentlessly battered Zhao Yang, who was on the verge of death. Overwhelmed with excitement yet feeling fatigued, he lay on the ground, drenched in cold sweat but wearing a satisfied grin.
He relished the feeling of torturing others.
However, before the Divine Serpent Saint Child could catch his breath, he noticed the seemingly lifeless Bald Boy twitching slightly, as if having a spasm.
The corners of the Divine Serpent Saint Child's eyes twitched in shock. To his growing horror, the Bald Boy—bloodied and battered with swollen eyes—struggled to turn over and gasped out a laugh. "You’re out of energy for hitting people, yet you call yourself a Holy Son." Suddenly, his gaze turned fierce. "You are finished!"
The Divine Serpent Saint Child's eyes turned cold as well. In an instant, he brought his fingers together, dark energy swirling around him. A sinister aura surged from his Foundation Stage into his arms and then into the long serpent formed by his fingers, which transformed into steel blades that dug into Zhao Yang's flesh.
He vowed that this time, he would not stop until Zhao Yang was reduced to nothing but bone fragments.
Yet suddenly, he felt an overwhelming tremor in his heart, akin to an ant witnessing a woken dragon that could unleash devastating breath upon mountains and rivers.
Zhao Yang was surrounded by crimson-gold runes; fierce red light flickered in his eyes as he exuded intense killing intent. With a single step, like ripples of enlightenment spreading through water, the steel blades entwined around him shattered into powder. With another step, a transparent halo enveloped an area of eight thousand feet around him.
"What... kind of technique... is this?" The Divine Serpent Saint Child finally trembled inwardly and asked. However, his voice came out ten times slower, dragging out each syllable.
Zhao Yang did not rush to kill the Divine Serpent Saint Child; instead, he looked at him with disdain. Then, moving like a flying fish through the shimmering halo of light, he appeared before the Fallen Flower Saintess just as she was about to strike Liu Rou. He struck her chest with one palm. In that moment, seven or eight clones of the Fallen Flower Saintess flew out without having time to protect her main body!
The Fallen Flower Saintess was equally unaware of what technique had been used against her; her reactions slowed drastically as she faced Zhao Yang's attack head-on. Her chest caved in while her eyes bulged dangerously close to bursting.
Whoosh!
Zhao Yang's rapid and fierce assault caused the Fallen Flower Saintess to momentarily pause under its force before she shot backward like a cannonball for three thousand feet, crashing into a massive boulder and leaving only one foot visible as it swayed.
Zhao Yang's middle finger twitched, and a sharp stone the size of a fist flew into his palm. He was about to flick it at the Fallen Flower Saintess.
"Don't!" A petite voice called out from behind him. Liu Rou clutched Zhao Yang's arm, stopping his action. "After all, she is my senior sister. Don't kill her."
"You have to understand, she wants you dead!" Zhao Yang frowned slightly, feeling some impatience with Liu Rou's mercy. However, when he saw her delicate face veiled in light gauze and her pitiful eyes, all his anger dissipated.
Not far away, the Divine Serpent Saint Child was making strange sounds. He knew he had encountered his lifelong enemy, so he summoned his greatest power. A hint of madness flickered in his eyes as he carved strange runes on his bloodied hands. The Ripple of Enlightenment twisted beside him before dissipating, no longer able to affect him.
Suddenly, the Divine Serpent Saint Child's neck elongated continuously, and his black robe fell away. An increasingly large Azure Black Serpent emerged, its body shrouded in mist, mysterious blood patterns appearing on its scales. Its eyes were blood-red, dripping with blood from its mouth. Like a coiling dragon, it stretched for miles; as its tail swayed, boulders flew and the Summit collapsed.
"Force me to reveal my true form? Even if your Ancestor comes, I will still kill without hesitation! Hahaha!" The giant serpent spoke human words, emitting eerie sounds.
Liu Rou turned pale with fright and pointed at the serpent. "Ah! It's a snake!" Then she hid in Zhao Yang's embrace like a frightened little beast.
Zhao Yang was surprised as he looked down at the petite and adorable Liu Rou nestled in his arms. His heart raced, and he stole a glance at her rosy cheeks. He wanted to kiss her and felt a wicked thought arise in his mind.
But he knew that danger was imminent; this was not the time for such thoughts. Reluctantly, he gently pushed Liu Rou away, reassuring her not to worry about him.
Zhao Yang did not turn around but sensed that danger had arrived. Without looking back, he threw a punch behind him with immense force. The giant serpent's massive fang shattered with a loud bang as it let out a cry of agony, being sent flying a hundred feet away. Its enormous body crashed heavily to the ground, crushing countless low hills and thorns.
The giant serpent howled wildly, emitting piercing sound waves as it charged at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang suddenly leaped into the air, shouting loudly as he struck down at the serpent's head. Chaotic Qi swirled around his fist, shattering the void and stirring up boundless winds and waves.
Boom!
The giant serpent's head was struck, and the sound of shattering bones echoed in the air, followed by a thunderous serpent roar that reverberated in all directions.
This scene was witnessed by passing cultivators in the distance, who stared in horror, exchanging glances—how could a tiny black dot, no larger than a mosquito, possibly bring down a serpent as massive as a mountain? It was nothing short of shocking!
The ground trembled, and sand and stones rolled!
"Could that giant serpent be the Hell Python Bull?!" one cultivator exclaimed.
"Impossible! The Hell Python Bull is a dominant existence that surpasses the Foundation Establishment Stage, and it never leaves its territory. Besides, the Hell Python Bull is at most a hundred meters long; it cannot stretch for miles. I suspect that giant serpent is likely the Divine Serpent Saint Child."
Two years ago, the Divine Serpent Saint Child emerged and challenged many talented youths, one of whom was the great-grandson of an elder from the You Xian Sect. That elder was furious and left his seclusion to capture the Divine Serpent Saint Child. However, when forced to reveal his true form, it turned out he was a Demon Cultivator—a massive python over a thousand feet long, with an incredibly tough body and immense vitality. No matter what they did, they couldn't kill him. Although he could not defeat the elder of Nascent Soul Stage with his Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, the elder was equally helpless against him and ultimately had to let the injured Divine Serpent Saint Child leave.
"That's so strong!" Many cultivators found it hard to believe.
The Divine Serpent Saint Child was struck down by Zhao Yang's punch; its enormous head fell to the ground like a meteorite crashing into the earth, kicking up clouds of dust.
The serpent howled wildly, its roar deafening. A strange light flickered in its massive pupils, and an eerie glow surged forth, illuminating the heavens. Everything within a ten-mile radius suddenly froze in place—this was its true form's Innate Divine Ability—Stasis!
Since its emergence, no peer had ever been able to contend with it. Even when it was still in human form, no one had forced it to use its Innate Divine Ability. Its influence over others' minds was merely an Evil Technique that made them expose their hearts—a malicious method of Divine Sense.
Yet the youth before it remained unfazed. He floated in midair, stepping on nothingness, gazing down at it with disdain, his robe billowing like a flag, his figure as sharp as a spear.
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