Chapter 540 - 541: Waste
Chapter 540: Chapter 541: Waste
Ye Liyang, Fifth Saint Heir of the Ancient Spirit Sacred Land, with Life and Death Realm Eighth Layer Heaven cultivation.
Such a high and mighty figure, and yet someone dared to crush his Spiritual Beast right in front of him.
It’s known that from the very beginning of their training, Beast Domain Martial Artists choose a Spiritual Beast to double-cultivate their lives with, connected by breath, progressing together. The bond between them is even closer than that of father and son, brothers; it’s truly a life and death companionship.
But now Ye Liyang’s Spiritual Beast was crushed to death by Zhong Lin right in front of him, its Divine Soul annihilated, making it an unforgivable blood feud.
Ye Liyang’s body trembled, his eyes turning blood-red in an instant, with a terrifying aura shooting straight into the sky, enveloping the surroundings with endless killing intent.
He stretched out his right hand, a metal rod appearing in his palm, whistling as it soared skyward.
“I want you dead, ah…”
With one swing of the rod, the overwhelming force smashed the void, tearing with the fierce winds a sky torn apart for thousands of miles.
Zhong Lin stood calmly in place.
Faced with a terrifying metal rod seemingly capable of splitting the heavens, he flicked it with a finger.
Whoosh!
A sword light flickered uncertainly, traversing the void, piercing everything in its path.
Boom!
As sword and rod collided, the void collapsed, and Primordial Qi erupted.
Ye Liyang roared again, raising the iron rod high, stretching it against the wind like a sky pillar, sweeping away clouds, and striking horizontally towards Zhong Lin.
Boom!
Crash!
The heavens crumbled, and mountains collapsed.
Within tens of thousands of miles, all the Primordial Qi trembled and wailed, and under layers of ripples, it flowed like a world-ending torrent.
Collapse, collapse, everything was collapsing.
Crumble, crumble, everything was crumbling.
“Come, come, come!”
Zhong Lin’s eyes burned with fervor, facing Ye Liyang’s terrifying rod without the slightest bit of fear, instead, filled with excitement.
The formidable battle power of his opponent was what he needed, for only then he could be pressured enough to break through to Nirvana.
Zhong Lin stepped out, raised his right fist, and struck forcefully.
Rumble!
The ferocious power suddenly exploded, and white airwaves burst violently from the collision of fist seal and iron rod.
Mountains shook, dust scattered, resonating everywhere with unbearable booming sounds.
Shards flew, countless dust clouds shook, floated, and spread.
From the dust, a golden hand stretched out, traveling through the infinite space in an instant, with five fingers spread wide as if compressing like a continent, crashing down toward Ye Liyang.
This hand swept across the sky, seizing all airflow, light, and even Primordial Qi in its momentary dominance.
As if, apart from this great hand in the world, nothing else existed.
“Five Prisons Divine Peak, Divine Might like a Prison!”
Whoosh whoosh!
The airflow rolled down, causing the mountains to shudder violently.
“Ah!”
Amidst the endless blood mist, Ye Liyang let out a shrill scream.
From the dust, half of Ye Liyang’s body emitted a series of Thunderous sounds, as amidst cries of agony, half his body was directly blasted apart.
Crack!
A crisp sound, Ye Liyang crushed the Jade Token at his waist, and with a wave of spatial fluctuation, the entire body disappeared without a trace.
“Trash!”
Zhong Lin roared.
Originally intending for a good fight, to see if the pressure could force a breakthrough, he hadn’t expected Ye Liyang to flee without even withstanding a blow.
Whoosh whoosh!
He glanced at the distant mountains and stepped into the long sky.
After a long time, a shadow appeared within the shattered peak in the distance.
“Good heavens, where does such a remarkable figure come from!”
The speaker was a youth with fair complexion, cold sweat dripping from his heart. Having initially intended to come over and see if he could pick up any spoils after witnessing the massive battle, he unexpectedly witnessed such a confrontation.
“That was Ye Liyang, and just like that, half of his body was blasted apart by a single palm. Had he not fled quickly, he might truly have died.”
With a sigh, the youth turned to leave, fearing the formidable figure might suddenly return and notice him, which would be disastrous.
Whoosh whoosh!
As the wind howled, Zhong Lin wandered forward, urgently seeking a life and death battle with a strong opponent, to pressure himself and achieve a breakthrough.
“Hmm! Such powerful auras.”
As Zhong Lin walked, he suddenly sensed two imposing auras ahead, the violent fluctuations more impressive even than Ye Liyang’s.
“Haha, the opportunity is here.”
Zhong Lin abruptly changed direction, hastily heading towards the battle.
In a valley, two figures stood suspended in the void, while under their feet, a small jade-like grass shone brilliantly in the sunlight.
“Buddha’s compassion, Benefactor Lan Ming, this Soul Enlightenment Grass was originally obtained by this monk. Why must you press so hard?”
Chan Ning, the young monk, clasped his hands into a Buddhist gesture, glaring unpleasantly at the aggressive Lan Ming.
Under the sunlight, Lan Ming, clad in dazzling golden armor, looked like a bully snatching a child’s candy, his fierce demeanor contrasting even more with the innocent-looking Chan Ning.
“Little baldy, as they say, finders keepers. The Soul Enlightenment Grass is of great use to me too. Why not emulate the Buddha and offer it to me?”
“Buddha’s compassion.”
“Heh, it seems you are unwilling. Then let our skills decide. Whoever grabs it first will own it.”
Lan Ming grinned, wind and thunder surging on his body, transforming into a lightning bolt to grasp at Chan Ning.
Chan Ning wouldn’t back down, clasping his hands before his chest as Buddha Light shone radiantly around him.
Suddenly, both halted their actions, looking solemnly toward the southeast.
Whoosh whoosh!
As if great bells and drums resounded or hurricanes swept across, a figure streaked from afar, compressing space and air, every step bringing rolling airwaves, grand with a mighty presence.
“Count me in.”
Zhong Lin strode over, exuding boundless battle intent, launching a fist toward the two, piercing the void directly.
Boom!
Vast clouds stirred, voids roared with rushing sounds, as the massive Qi-Blood and Fist Intent twisted into a golden torrent across the sky, hurling toward the two.
Where the fist wind swept, all void crumpled like paper under a strong gust, the Primordial Qi swirling and bursting, wailing incessantly.
Both Chan Ning and Lan Ming’s expressions changed, puzzled by the sudden madman’s attack on them.
Buzz buzz!
Seeing the fist seal charging through the sky, Chan Ning clasped his hands in a Buddhist gesture before him, enveloped by layers of bright Buddha Light and the chant of Buddhist hymns echoing for miles. He seemed to drift in endless spaces, ethereal and illusory.
Lan Ming, however, was enraged, his eyes turning silver-white at once, countless electric lights flashing within. With a roar, he raised his hand to meet it.
His hand expanded into a massive palm, covering the sky, lightning crossing the palm, confronting Zhong Lin’s fist.
Boom!
As fist met palm, the myriad lights of thunder shattered instantly, transforming into endless streams across the sky.