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Chapter One Hundred Eighty: The Angry Song Baliang
If the Central Sovereign wished, annihilating the Five Great Sects would be no problem. The Twelve Divine Generals are invincible, their cultivation methods unparalleled. Each generation of Divine Generals lives past five hundred years, undefeated throughout their lives.
The Divine Monkey has suppressed the cultivation world for five hundred years. During this time, the Central Sovereign remained silent, allowing a glimmer of hope for development in the cultivation realm. However, in just five hundred years, could a peerless talent emerge capable of surpassing the Twelve Divine Generals and the Central Sovereign?
The result of rebellion is only death; no one is willing to break this silence. At this moment, the tranquility was shattered as hundreds of disciples from various sects were killed. With countless methods at their disposal, it was inevitable that someone would find a way to relay the message back to their sects about who was responsible for their deaths.
On the edge of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, countless individuals searched for their sect members. They noticed that others from different sects were trying to distance themselves. Most were Core Formation Stage cultivators, none stronger than the others. Once a fight broke out, both sides would suffer losses. They understood that conflict was inevitable; this was not an ordinary Ten Thousand Methods Conference but the prologue to war.
Once the people within Heavenly Mechanism Mountain began to clash, external pressure would surely be applied to the Central Sovereign as they sought to preserve their Orthodoxy. Yet, the Central Sovereign has never regarded anyone highly; would he fear such pressure?
Song Baliang glared at those from Genius Academy and said, "If that's the case, then I can fight without holding back. You humiliated me in front of so many people. Do you know that I am destined to become the number one Master Artifact Refiner in the cultivation world? To lose face like this in public means you must pay with your lives. Perhaps you don’t even know my name; I am Song Baliang."
"What did you say? Song Baliang? Ha! What do you intend to become? I'm deaf and can't hear you," laughed the leader of Genius Academy's students, followed by uproarious laughter from his companions.
"This idiot is just like a big monkey! Hahaha, this is hilarious!" The students from Genius Academy laughed heartily at Song Baliang, who stood before them unafraid, as if he were a fool.
These students from Genius Academy were all Core Formation Stage cultivators. They were well-versed in various diverse cultivation methods. The teachers at Genius Academy tailored their instruction to each student's strengths, unlike other sects where everyone learned the same methods and ended up as mediocre talents.
"You’re deaf? Come closer and listen," Song Baliang beckoned the Leader of Genius Academy to come near him.
In the sky, Zhao Yang floated down from the clouds and landed on a mountaintop, sitting on a clean rock while watching the unfolding drama below with great interest. If he didn’t want anyone to notice him through their Divine Sense, no one could.
In his previous life, Zhao Yang had dreamed countless times of being able to take on a hundred opponents alone. Yet reality held no mystical elements; those so-called martial arts were merely ordinary physical techniques. He couldn’t even handle ten opponents alone, let alone a hundred. Even now, he sometimes believed he was still just a down-and-out college student from his original world—a small employee in a minor company—wearing cheap suits and squeezing onto buses with strangers every day, passing by food stalls where he would buy a bowl of wontons or a piece of fried dough.
Then he would pretend to be happy while calling each friend to share his joy about owning a house facing the sea with spring flowers blooming.
He watched as those around him cried and struggled; some relied on family connections to secure jobs in government positions or became village officials while others ventured into jewelry business or started their own companies.
And he remained there, struggling daily just above the line of subsistence—without a girlfriend, without parental support, and without a warm home.
He had never ridden a bicycle in his youthful days.
He was smart and had thought of many ways to get rich and stand out, but in the real world, any method of making money required capital. He didn’t have any, and neither did his friends. Everyone was going through tough times, and it was uncertain who could help whom.
His first love looked down on him, not only because he was broke but also because he increasingly wore a frown. He felt so insecure that he never dared to enter a supermarket, let alone some upscale places.
Once, a classmate invited him to a high-end ball held in the city center, but he declined. On the phone, he sounded as happy as a child; he had a beautiful girlfriend, a warm family, and a stable, high-paying job.
However, when he opened the door, what greeted him was a bedroom barely three square meters in size, with just a bed and a computer desk.
Zhao Yang didn’t want to reminisce any longer. He looked down at Song Baliang, his fierce senior brother, who was about to take on a hundred people of similar age and cultivation level all by himself.
The people from Genius Academy looked at him as if he were an idiot, like an outsider leading a group to beat up students from their school while that student faced a hundred opponents with nothing but a bench.
The leader of the group dug at his ear and walked over to Song Baliang with a smile. Leaning in close, he whispered, “If you dare say a word, I’ll make you suffer worse than them.”
He pointed at the group of people lying lifeless on the ground and laughed maniacally as if this conversation and threat satisfied some twisted desire within him.
In response, Song Baliang swung the bone club resting on his shoulder.
Crack!
The leader of Genius Academy was struck hard by Song Baliang's club, blood pouring from his seven orifices as he fell to the side, swaying unsteadily.
No one expected Song Baliang to dare strike against a hundred opponents of equal standing, especially students from Genius Academy!
“You’re seeking death!” the leader roared, clenching his fists at his waist. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted dramatically; fierce blue flames erupted between his palms as electric sparks crackled through his hair. His anger radiated powerfully from him, his eyes shining with intensity as he seemed ready to explode.
However, something unexpected happened. Song Baliang descended from above and brought down his bone club onto the leader’s head, causing him to collapse weakly to the ground.
"How dare you provoke me! Calling me an idiot! You think you can have someone beat me? Go to hell!" Song Baliang swung a bone club, striking the Leader of Genius Academy repeatedly on the head until the disciple was reduced to a bloody pulp.
This all happened in an instant, leaving the students of Genius Academy stunned. No one expected that the Leader, who was about to unleash his power, would be killed in such a brutal manner.
"Kill him!" the students of Genius Academy shouted in alarm. They moved as one, drawing their Flying Swords from their backs, chanting incantations as their True Qi surged through their meridians. They formed various hand seals, unleashing a barrage of spells aimed at Song Baliang.
First, Song Baliang's feet were ensnared by binding magic, immobilizing him. Then countless vines wrapped around his body, brilliant lights flashing as ice arrows and fire bolts struck his chest. Thunder rumbled and electric arcs crackled as they struck him. With a roar, Song Baliang activated his Vajra Battle Body, turning him golden. In the face of endless spells, he charged forward with a single punch that shattered thousands of techniques!
The Flying Swords merely left red marks on his skin. Enduring the pain, he moved through the chaos as if it were an empty space, killing every Genius Academy disciple in sight. The magical artifacts in their hands seemed useless against him; he shattered them with his bare hands. One student from Genius Academy, who had previously killed a fleeing cultivator, tried to pull Song Baliang closer with a forceful tug but found himself drawn toward Song Baliang instead. His body lurched forward as a diamond-shaped weapon appeared in his palm.
However, Song Baliang didn't even glance at him. With a swift motion akin to smashing a watermelon, he crushed the student's skull and twisted the weapon in his hand into scrap metal.
Some students from Genius Academy attempted to flee; they had protective talismans given by their family elders. Yet Song Baliang wore a triumphant and cruel expression. A golden light appeared on his chest and flew into his right hand. With a punch that shook the ground, golden runes illuminated within a hundred feet around him, trapping everyone present!
"The Vajra Demon Suppression Circle," Zhao Yang observed with keen interest as he identified Song Baliang's cultivation method. This ultimate technique was used by the Buddhist Sect for demon suppression, combining cultivation methods with formations. As a master artifact refiner, Song Baliang was well-versed in formations and naturally employed this skill because the Demon-Subduing Staff he crafted bore the very suppression formation of this technique.
Once the students of Genius Academy were trapped by Song Baliang, he systematically killed them one by one. Bathed in blood, he left no survivors. After finishing off everyone, Song Baliang took out a cloak from his robe and whispered softly, "Genius Academy, you’ve provoked me; you’re finished."
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