Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Zhao Yang said, "The reason is simple: you lack confidence. Deep down, you are filled with inferiority and lack an invincible aura. Especially when you see your Junior Brother, Ji Wudao, you hate him to the bone, yet you feel powerless against him. You live in fear every day because you know very well that killing you would be as easy for Ji Wudao as killing a chicken. Even with the Ice Soul Seal in your hand, you would still be utterly defenseless."
"You... you're talking nonsense!" Duan Wude was struck at his weak point and, feeling agitated, shouted back. "How could I possibly fear that shameless brat!"
"You are afraid! Not only are you afraid, but you also hate yourself for lacking the courage to fight him. He was too astonishing back then; in less than two years, he surpassed all of you so-called geniuses who had been in the limelight for much longer. Even the Grand Elder vouched for him and spoke on his behalf before the Old Sect Master. You despise all young prodigies who achieve fame too early. That's why the talented youths who mysteriously disappeared from Myriad Spirit Sect over the decades have all perished at your hands. As the only son of the previous Old Sect Master, Ji Wudao chose not to kill you. But he never expected you would betray the Sect. If he sees you again, I dare say that to save your life, you might even kneel before him and beg for mercy."
Duan Wude's emotions were in turmoil, his True Qi raging within him. Fortunately, the Golden Peng Young Master beside him reminded him to calm down. Slowly, he replied, "I admit that Ji Wudao ruined my life, but what does it matter to bring up someone who is already dead? Do you think that just because you say he isn't dead, I will spare you?"
Zhao Yang shook his head and sighed. "The despicable have their own pitiable aspects. Duan Wude, talking to someone like you is like playing music to a cow. Even now, do you still think that if others are not as skilled as you, they must call their parents or someone else for help? I can tell you clearly that Master Ji is not dead. Moreover, killing a lowly person like you does not require anyone else's hand. I, Zhao Yang, can kill anyone—be it a sect elder or a royal relative—if I want you dead, there’s no way for you to escape."
Zhao Yang's words made both the Golden Peng Young Master and Duan Wude laugh heartily. As they laughed, they summoned two weapons from their Qi Sea: the Heavenly Dome Bell and the Bending Heaven Bow.
"Even if there are variables today, we have Dao Artifacts in hand! Even if you have some fortuitous encounter, you cannot escape death!" Duan Wude shouted with a beaming smile because they were about to eliminate what Myriad Spirit Sect claimed was its strongest genius—a thrilling prospect indeed!
However, their smiles quickly froze when a glimmer of light appeared in Zhao Yang's hand.
"Dao Artifact? I have one too!" Zhao Yang chuckled lightly.
With a flick of his finger, the Flying Knife's Glimmer suddenly sliced through the air, tearing open a rift in space and arriving right before Duan Wude. Duan Wude felt a sharp pain in his neck as an icy and poisonous force swiftly invaded his body.
Bang!
The Heavenly Dome Bell suddenly shielded him from all sides and deflected the Inch of Light.
The Golden Peng Young Master looked on with caution, frowning deeply while Duan Wude felt bewildered. A single strike could have been fatal! If it weren't for the Golden Peng Young Master protecting him with the Heavenly Dome Bell just in time, he might have already met his end!
"What grade of Dao Artifact is this? Why does it carry the aura of my Ice Soul Seal? Does Xuanfo Temple have a Master Artifact Refiner?" Duan Wude asked, puzzled.
Song Baliang waved his hand and smiled, "I can't claim to be a Master Artifact Refiner, but that is my recent goal."
"Who are you?" Golden Peng Young Master and Duan Wude had not paid attention to this ordinary-looking, tall youth from the beginning.
"It doesn't matter who I am; what matters is that you should know who you are. But soon, you won't know anymore," Song Baliang said, using the language of Buddhism for once, or at least Zhao Yang thought so. However, he quickly added, "Because I'm going to turn you into an Idiot."
After saying that, Song Baliang charged forward, his body glowing with golden light and radiant brilliance. This was not surprising since earlier at the Auction House, Zhao Yang and he had each consumed a Void Spirit Berry without refining it. Now, as they used True Qi, the medicinal power of the Void Spirit Berry naturally dissipated, creating a dazzling light like the morning glow.
Song Baliang chose Golden Peng Young Master as his opponent. In his view, his junior brother had a greater grudge against that old man, so he naturally opted to engage someone relatively unimportant.
However, this scene was indeed strange.
Zhao Yang and Golden Peng Young Master had grievances with Duan Wude; they had exchanged quite a few words and pleasantries. Zhao Yang had merely revealed his Dao Artifact, Inch of Light, without truly engaging in battle yet.
Yet Song Baliang, watching from the sidelines, took the initiative to attack with a fierce determination.
This surprised both sides. Still, Golden Peng Young Master steeled himself to fight back. He believed that disciples from Xuanfo Temple were not worth his effort. However, when Song Baliang approached, he changed his expression and became cautious. The two exchanged blows without a clear victor; he recalled the rumored combat prowess of Xuanfo Temple.
But no one knew why Song Baliang was so eager to strike; only he knew the reason. Many might think he was fighting for his only junior brother, willing to go through fire and water for him. In reality, it was much simpler than that.
The reason was that he urgently needed to relieve himself.
Since last night at the Hundred Birds Night Market until this morning, Song Baliang had not urinated.
However, Zhao Yang was moved by Song Baliang's actions. Such a brother, without a second thought, rolled up his sleeves and charged forward, regardless of whether the other party was holding a Dao Artifact.
Thus, Zhao Yang also rushed toward Duan Wude without hesitation. His fist carried a faint power that could seize the soul, causing Duan Wude to feel alarmed. He never expected that after just a few months apart, Zhao Yang—who had previously seemed like an insignificant ant in his eyes—could pose a threat to him!
But after all, Duan Wude was a person who had lived for a hundred years; such a punch was not enough to be fatal. He quickly retreated, his arm gathering strength as he struck back at Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang chuckled inwardly and countered with his own punch. Duan Wude was knocked back by the blow, but he did not panic. Instead, he formed hand seals and chanted incantations, summoning a mist of frost that obscured everything around them.
Zhao Yang paused mid-air when suddenly an arrow of energy shot down from the sky. He hurriedly dodged but still felt the fabric of his right arm tear. Following that, a series of energy arrows whizzed through the air, all formed from Duan Wude's True Qi and enhanced by the Dao Artifact. Each arrow was powerful enough to shatter any metal or stone, let alone flesh. Zhao Yang felt a pang of fear; if it weren't for his astonishing Divine Sense that allowed him to ignore formations and see through the mist before him, he might have already fallen.
"Too careless! The power of Dao Artifacts should not be underestimated," Zhao Yang thought with a grunt. He hadn't expected to almost fall into a trap; it seemed he could not underestimate any opponent because this was a life-and-death confrontation where the enemy would surely unleash their tricks. At that moment, he resolved to make Duan Wude suffer a crushing defeat.
A strange feeling of being seen through arose in both Duan Wude and Golden Peng Young Master’s hearts. Meanwhile, Song Baliang suddenly felt as if he had entered another world; he clearly sensed every movement of everyone present!
"Is this the effect of entering the Enlightenment Realm?" Song Baliang recalled Zhao Yang mentioning that in the Enlightenment Realm one could see through all illusions and perceive the essence of objects. Initially, Golden Peng Young Master had been suppressing him in battle, but now he appeared no different from a child playing house. With just one sudden punch at an opening, Song Baliang sent Golden Peng Young Master reeling back, spitting blood.
"What’s happening?" Both Golden Peng Young Master and Duan Wude had never encountered such a situation before. Their cultivation levels were clearly much higher than his; they were both in the early Core Formation Stage. How could they allow someone in the late Core Formation Stage to put them in such a passive position as if their every action and thought were being seen through?
Comment 0 Comment Count