Feng Chengyun’s hands, hidden beneath his sleeves, trembled uncontrollably.
“You… you… you’re in the Sacred Body Realm?”
Though he tried to control his emotions, everyone could see he was utterly terrified.
“Sacred Body Realm? Not yet! I haven’t even passed the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation!
Oh right, how was the might of that Heavenly Tribulation just now? You said…
What if I were to undergo tribulation atop your Feng Hun Sect’s peak, what do you think would happen?”
Upon hearing Old Yang mention it again, Feng Chengyun’s body trembled involuntarily, two beads of sweat trickling down his temples.
“Little friend Yang, you truly are the number one prodigy in ten thousand years. If I recall correctly, you’re not even fifty yet, are you?
To reach such heights in less than half a century, it truly makes this old man feel ashamed!”
Suddenly, an aged voice echoed from the winding mountain path leading to the summit.
“Ancestor Uncle…” Hearing the voice, Feng Chengyun immediately turned and bowed.
Everyone’s gaze followed, and an elder with white hair and beard, clad in tattered robes, slowly ascended onto the platform.
When Old Yang heard the voice, though his body stiffened, he showed no other reaction.
“I wouldn’t call myself a prodigy, just someone who doesn’t value their life!”
Old Yang’s voice was calm as he responded.
“Heh heh… well said, someone who doesn’t value their life…” The elder, without even glancing at Feng Chengyun, continued, “Feng Chengyun, once this grand assembly concludes, you will relinquish the position of Sect Master!”
Feng Chengyun’s body jolted upon hearing this, and he bowed in assent.
Not a hint of displeasure dared to show in his eyes.
“Brother Yang, are you satisfied now?” the elder asked Old Yang with a benevolent smile.
“Deal with your family matters yourselves, why ask me? The older you get, the more you fear death. You’re just afraid I’ll use the Heavenly Tribulation to blast your grave, aren’t you? Who are you putting on this show for?”
Old Yang spoke these words as he stood up and stretched.
The elder’s eyes flickered with displeasure at Old Yang’s grumbling.
However, he quickly suppressed it.
He genuinely feared that this self-proclaimed life-risking individual might indeed elevate his cultivation directly to the Sacred Body Realm right then and there.
If Old Yang were merely a Sacred Body Realm expert, he wouldn’t be afraid!
What he truly feared, as Old Yang had said, was the Heavenly Tribulation of the Sacred Body Realm.
Once the tribulation began, everyone beneath it would become a target.
It would even descend corresponding tribulations based on their own cultivation levels.
He, a beginner in the Sacred Body Realm, would directly face the tribulation of the Void Breaking Realm.
That would be a tribulation of certain death…
After stretching, Old Yang ignored him and waved his hand. Two jade stones flew out from the bodies of the two Feng Hun Sect disciples lying on the ground.
These were the rune stones prepared by the Feng Hun Sect for their disciples to slow their descent.
Then, Old Yang turned and walked to Wei Jin’s side.
“Uncle Yang…” Wei Jin had a bad premonition.
Just as he uttered these three words, he felt his collar tighten.
“You brat, you have no ambition at all. So young, yet your thinking is as conservative as your father’s… Off you go!”
Wei Du watched from the side with a wry smile.
What did he mean, conservative like him? What did it have to do with him? It wasn't him who wouldn't let him go!
However, seeing Old Yang’s cultivation reach this stage, he was also happy for him.
The Sacred Body Realm… how many people dreamed of it?
Old Yang was unaware of Wei Du’s thoughts.
With the words “Off you go” uttered, he stuffed the two jade rune stones into Wei Jin’s hand.
With a flick of his arm, giving him no time to react, he tossed Wei Jin, who was still holding a watermelon, into one of the light pillars.
“Ah…”
Everyone else was being sucked in headfirst, feet first.
Wei Jin was the opposite, head down, feet up, rapidly ascending.
He immediately felt a rush of blood to his head, accompanied by a dizzying sensation as he rose.
The next moment, Old Yang turned his gaze to the Mo Qilin not far away.
“I… I… I’ll do it myself!” Little Black shrunk back in fear.
He took his four legs and charged directly into the last light pillar.
Mo Qilin, having only transformed into human form for just over twenty years, naturally qualified for the trial.
Twenty years ago, as soon as he could transform, he had run to Wei Jin and taken him as a disciple.
Afterwards, Wei Du had used a seal to suppress his ability to transform.
It wasn't until he left Ten Thousand Beast City this time and came to Hurricane City that Mo Qilin's seal was broken.
…
While Wei Jin resisted the opponent’s attack, his heart was filled with worry for Chu Tian.
At the late stage of the God of War Realm, how could Chu Tian resist?
Boom…
A deafening explosion shook the void, sandstorms raged, and the air currents surged like giant waves through the valley.
Even from hundreds of meters away, the terrifying power made breathing difficult.
The fierce shockwave sent both Wei Jin and his opponent flying.
Wei Jin barely managed to control his body within the air current, landing with a look of shock as he stared ahead.
“Damn… that’s brutal…”
As the air current dispersed, Wei Jin gazed at the scene with disbelief.
Where Chu Tian and Feng Lie were fiercely battling, the center of the valley, they had intentionally or unintentionally moved their battlefield away from the Youth Preserving Fruit tree.
At this moment, the cliffs there had completely collapsed, and the rolling smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
Chu Tian’s figure was revealed, his long hair flying, his clothes billowing, a pair of peculiar gauntlets on his hands.
He looked like an emperor descending, his eyes glowing crimson with a terrifying radiance that inspired awe.
Below him, in the ground, was a pit tens of meters wide. In the center, a person knelt, and that person was Feng Lie.
Feng Lie’s chest bore five claw marks, profusely bleeding.
Everyone discovered that this was not where he was most heavily injured.
His arm was broken into several pieces, with bone exposed in some areas, dripping with blood.
His back had caved in, and that location was clearly where his spine should be.
Judging by the depth of the collapse, his spine must have been fractured.
Feng Lie lowered his head; no one knew his expression.
“Heh heh…” A faint chuckle suddenly escaped his lips.
At this moment, his chest was a bloody mess, blood continuously dripping from the corner of his mouth, yet he seemed oblivious.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Tian in the sky.
“Good… very good… Die now… Blood Burning Technique!”
A fierce aura of blood ignited and burned upon his body like flames.
The crimson hue in Chu Tian’s eyes slowly faded.
Looking at Feng Lie below, he immediately felt tense.
That punch he landed on the opponent’s back had compressed the power of six heavy attacks and three tearing skills.
The immense power compressed had almost overwhelmed Chu Tian’s own body.
His eyes had been strained to the point of bloodshot…
This guy was still not dead; the late stage of the God of War Realm was indeed powerful.
Seeing the opponent use the Blood Burning Technique now, how could Chu Tian not be anxious?
He had witnessed the power of the Blood Burning Technique on those who had ganged up on Wei Jin.
At the late stage of the God of War Realm, how much would his strength increase upon activating the Blood Burning Technique?
Would it reach its peak, or directly the strength of a half-step Sacred Body, or even the Sacred Body Realm?
“Big Brother, he’s using the Blood Escape Technique, don’t let him get away!”
Miao Zuo, who was sprawled by the cliff edge, his clothes as ragged as a beggar’s,
was now even more dishevelled, his clothes torn into strips by the residual aura from Chu Tian and the others’ battle.
Hearing Miao Zuo’s shout, Chu Tian narrowed his eyes.
He clasped his hands together, and the [Ursoc’s Claws] in his hands quickly transformed into [Moon Goddess’s Wrath, the Healer’s War Spear].
With a swing of his arm, a tearing skill surged into the weapon.
Moon Goddess’s Wrath instantly turned into an arrow, shooting towards Feng Lie in the giant pit.
Chii…
At this very moment, Feng Lie transformed into a ball of blood shadow and shot towards the sky.
Moon Goddess’s Wrath directly pierced the blood shadow and buried itself into the ground.
“Ah… you… you all will die… you all wait for me, I will exterminate your entire clan, kill your entire family!”
A scream came from that blood shadow, leaving behind a harsh threat before it vanished without a trace in an instant.