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No matter how talented or untalented a person may be, when they encounter someone with true, unparalleled strength in the cultivation world, they will have no power to resist.
"Think of a way to escape quickly, or else the four of us old fellows won't be able to fight back and will have to divide our energy to protect you!" Datong transmitted.
Zhao Yang felt helpless upon hearing this. Faced with such combat power, he truly felt powerless. He reached back to touch the two slightly thicker hairs that had grown on the back of his head, feeling worried. Unless they were hairs left by a Death Master, they would be useless for ensuring his life. If things went poorly, he might end up dead.
Zhao Yang transmitted his thoughts and plans to the others, instructing the Four Great Monks to temporarily hold off the Ten Divine Generals' attacks to give them a chance to escape. In such a battle, they would only become a burden.
Zhao Yang felt resigned about becoming the target of everyone's ire; circumstances forced him to reveal his trump card early.
Taking advantage of the Four Great Monks blocking the Divine Generals in front of them, they began to flee frantically backward. However, just as they started moving, a wall of electric light appeared before them, resembling a wall of thunderous calamity—touching it would mean certain death.
"You can't escape; they're too strong. No one in Zhongzhou can rival them; each one is over two hundred years old." Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel disheartened. If their opponents were at the same level as them, he would have confidence in wiping them out within a moment. But their levels far exceeded that of all of them.
The lowest among them was at the late stage of the Great Ascension.
"Have you considered that targeting me like this might not lead to my death? If I manage to escape, none of you or your descendants will survive!" Zhao Yang wasn't making threats; he believed this was the truth and stated it for them to ponder.
"Unfortunately, there is no 'if' in front of us." One of the older Divine Generals replied, his Golden Battle Armor showing signs of wear and aging over time.
"I mean 'if' as in a very small probability. Are you idiots unable to understand?" Zhao Yang disliked when others spoke so definitively.
The Ten Divine Generals were clearly taken aback, and even Zhao Yang's side was somewhat stunned. Zhao Yang had actually called the pinnacle combat power of the cultivation world "idiots." Each one of them was brave and skilled in battle, having reached an unparalleled level in their era. Only those exceptional individuals had the opportunity to serve the Central Sovereign. The method by which the Central State Royal Family selected Divine Generals had remained unchanged for millennia.
For hundreds of years, no one had dared insult the Divine Generals in front of them; not even those who spoke loudly had done so. Yet now, they were being called idiots by a young man who seemed completely unfazed by it all.
A hint of pity appeared in the Central Sovereign's eyes as he looked at Zhao Yang and said, "I don't know if you're foolish or just ignorant and fearless with that audacious demeanor!"
Zhao Yang replied, "You can consider this my last desperate counterattack. If I die here, I guarantee that nothing will survive here—not even the entire Zhongzhou Continent will exist anymore. During the Red Earth Thousand Miles incident, that boy was me; I am Zhao Yang! I have always viewed life lightly; what joy is there in living or dying? At worst, I would turn to dust. But you, Central Sovereign, will never be able to remain as Central Sovereign again!"
Zhao Yang spoke with a resonant voice, full of vigor, yet tinged with a hint of solemnity. He revealed once more a shocking piece of news: the instigator behind the Thousand Miles of Scorching Heat in the Southern Region of Zhongzhou was, astonishingly, a young boy. No one knew how he had turned that place into scorched earth; in that explosion, everyone perished, with no one or nothing escaping.
Aside from the High Priest of the Dragon Seeking Gate, Dragon Gate Master Shi Qiankun, there was also a Crimson Robed Wanderer who had activated the Void Breaking Talisman in advance. According to the testimony of this Crimson Robed Wanderer, the cause of that disaster was indeed a young boy.
Now, this boy had admitted it was he who did it.
Many people believed this incident to be mere rumor or some mythological tale. Numerous cultivators dismissed it as a joke; no one traveled far and wide to verify the truth of this news.
Yet Zhao Yang's acknowledgment made it an undeniable sensation.
If a person's talent could defy the heavens to possess Mighty Spirit, and if his Cultivation Method could break the established order of cultivation, witnessing such feats would lead many to believe. However, claiming that a boy who was merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage caused the Thousand Miles of Scorching Heat was something no one could accept.
Yet that boy gazed at everyone with clear, bright eyes, looking out at the world; no one thought he would have any need to exaggerate this matter.
The gazes of the Ten Divine Generals shifted to Zhao Yang. They had always overlooked various prodigies in the cultivation world. Hundreds of years had passed; in solitude, one would inevitably reflect on many things, abandon numerous pursuits, and grow indifferent towards many matters. A cultivator reaching their level was essentially nearing the end of their life.
Due to the suppression of the Great Dao, they were unable to Transcend Tribulation or Ascend to Immortality.
However, as the suppression faded into history, they reignited their desire for life—Transcend Tribulation, Ascend to Immortality!
Zhao Yang stated that he was indeed the boy responsible for the desolation.
The Central Sovereign hesitated for a moment, his heart shaken, but his expression remained unchanged. The Ten Divine Generals looked towards him; this matter required his decision.
If Zhao Yang were killed, it would mean war with the figure behind him.
The Central Sovereign hesitated only briefly before he acted. He took matters into his own hands and aimed to slay Zhao Yang. This boy was too wicked; calling him a genius was no longer appropriate. He was an existence far too special throughout eternity and must be eliminated. The Central Sovereign could not allow such a person to live; it would keep him awake at night, filled with restless thoughts.
In the rumors of the world, the Central Sovereign is regarded as the greatest in Zhongzhou, an invincible figure.
Without any embellishments, the Central Sovereign's techniques are also plain and unremarkable, merely a single furious palm strike.
Datong Zen Master sighed; he had long recognized the high level of the Central Sovereign's cultivation. Even under the suppression of the Great Dao, he was still not as formidable as during the Tribulation Period.
With both hands raised to the sky, Datong allowed the heavens to collapse.
In the hearts of the people, the somewhat unscrupulous Datong Zen Master suddenly appeared larger than life. He supported the not-so-large palm of the Central Sovereign, blood gushing from his nose, his eyes bloodshot and filled with veins. His robe was torn in several places, and his bones were deformed and fractured under immense pressure.
This strike was unavoidable for Zhao Yang and the others because they were locked onto by Divine Sense. Their only option was to endure it, and as their master, Datong could not let them die.
Zhao Yang's powerful Enlightenment Realm erupted, making everything seem incredibly slow. Zhao Yang and Song Baliang looked at Datong, who felt their gaze. Turning back, blood spilled from his mouth, his teeth stained with blood.
"You don't need to use the Void Breaking Talisman yet!" The Void Breaking Talismans that Datong Zen Master had given to Zhao Yang and Song Baliang included one he had treasured for over a hundred years. During his rampage more than a century ago, he had inadvertently obtained a Void Breaking Talisman from the son of a mid-sized sect's leader. The other was acquired from Great Suffering Zen Master.
He had entrusted them to his two most beloved disciples, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang.
If nothing unexpected happened, he could guarantee their future growth in the cultivation world. However, that was contingent on not encountering someone like the Central Sovereign.
The Central Sovereign's combat power had always been spoken of in awe-inspiring terms. It was proven that those who were rumored to be extraordinary were indeed formidable. As Yama himself, feared throughout the cultivation world as Evil Buddha Datong Zen Master, he was struck by the Central Sovereign's blow, causing his form to begin to shatter and threaten disintegration.
The Central Sovereign clashed with Datong; one raised to heaven while the other shook the earth. It seemed Datong was on the brink of death when the other three Divine Monks grew anxious and wanted to rush forward to help. However, six Divine Generals blocked their path; a single punch from them could cause mountains to collapse and heavens to shatter. These six Divine Generals were at the Great Ascension stage, representing peak combat power in the ninth realm of cultivation—there was no chance for victory against them.
Seeing blood flowing from Datong's mouth, a war general wielding a massive blade let out a loud shout and swung towards Datong. If no one intervened, Datong would undoubtedly perish; above him was an attack from the Central Sovereign while to his side was the giant blade of a Divine General. The three Divine Monks were held back at a distance—he had no chance but death.
"Xiao Wu! Release the beads!" Zhao Yang shouted loudly as he struggled against overwhelming pressure to move towards Datong.
Although Zhao Yang and Song Baliang were as close as brothers, the one who worked most seamlessly with Zhao Yang was always Long Xiao Wu. Understanding the situation, Long Xiao Wu took four beads from around his neck and hurled them toward Datong.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Four golden shields appeared around Datong, these beads were Long Xiao Wu's family heirlooms, currently his strongest means of defense.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Squeak—
Three of the beads shattered on impact, while the fourth developed a crack.
The Divine General at the Great Ascension stage possessed unfathomable power; with a single strike, he destroyed a treasure of the Dragon Clan.
However, what shocked everyone even more was that they had no idea what could withstand a blow from a Divine General merely with a shield, and the one responsible for this defense was a boy—a slightly plump and short boy.
"I'll turn you into a sheep!" Zhao Yang silently recited his incantation. One hand swirled with Chaotic Qi while the fingertip of his other hand launched an Inch of Light! His target was none other than the Central Sovereign, who loomed over Datong Zen Master!
With a soft sound, the invincible Central Sovereign suddenly transformed into a small sheep!
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Three seconds passed quickly. Zhao Yang used Time Walk to appear before the Central Sovereign. With Chaotic Qi swirling in his palm, he struck out. However, a dull thud echoed as Zhao Yang was kicked hard into the mud, sinking four to five meters deep, causing water to bubble up from below.
Zhao Yang's body was covered in Crimson Gold Characters as he surged up from the ground. Yet before he could steady himself, he fell to one knee. Several bones in his body had been cracked by that kick, and he felt a wave of nausea in his stomach as he spat out fresh blood.
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