Chapter 19 The Real Saint Body

The outside of the Holy Tower was already packed with people.

Zu Zhengyang wore a white robe, adorned with gold thread. A thunder-patterned gold-woven belt was tied around his waist. His face, as if carved by a master craftsman, was full of sharp lines and angles.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the gloomy aura on Zu Zhengyang's face had visibly dissipated.

"It's the Holy Body! The Holy Body has emerged!"

"Wow! Is that our human race's Holy Body? Truly majestic and extraordinary! With such an aura, how could any short-sighted scoundrel say he's a fake?"

"Holy Body! I'm a very traditional girl, and I'm willing to be your concubine!"

Zu Zhengyang looked at the lively crowd below, a false, gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Everyone!"

Relying on his Saint-level cultivation, Zu Zhengyang's voice reverberated throughout the crowd.

"Today, someone killed my three guards, Qiao Yu, and told me that he was the real Qiao Yu!"

"I know that as the Holy Body of the human race, I have many responsibilities to shoulder, so I have never complained, no matter what grievances I've suffered."

"But I didn't expect that even so, there would be villains jumping out, attempting to usurp my position. What's even more hateful is that he killed three Saint-level powerhouses of our human race!"

"I originally didn't want to turn my blade against my fellow human beings, but he is simply going too far!"

"Therefore, in today's battle, I will not only prove my name as the Holy Body, but I will also avenge these three guards!"

"Let us remember the names of these three heroes, they are Dong Feng, Di Yixiu, and Zhuo Lie."

As Zu Zhengyang spoke, a tear involuntarily rolled down the corner of his eye.

The entire audience erupted in an uproar!

"Heavens! That person is too evil!"

"That's so normal. Some people don't have the ability themselves, so they always think about seizing other people's achievements and replacing their identities!"

"Holy Body, we will always support you!"

Everyone was moved by this scene, and most of them already believed Zu Zhengyang. Qiao Yu had been labeled as the villain even before appearing on the scene.

In the eyes of the crowd, this was a battle to punish the villain!

Listening to the crowd's support below, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of Zu Zhengyang's mouth.

This was what he, Zu Zhengyang, wanted. He didn't want to be a sewer rat; he, Zu Zhengyang, wanted to be above everyone else!

After an impassioned speech, Zu Zhengyang closed his five fingers and shattered the small skeleton left by Qiao Yu with one punch.

"Despicable villain, come out and face your death! Today, I, Qiao Yu, will avenge Dong Feng, Di Yixiu, and Zhuo Lie!"

Zu Zhengyang stood with his hands behind his back, looking righteous and awe-inspiring, like a chivalrous hero in a TV series.

Qiao Yu didn't make the crowd wait any longer. A black hole opened, and then Qiao Yu, dressed in a black robe, walked out of it.

One white and one black, the two were incompatible like fire and water from the color of their clothes alone.

"Qiao Yu this, Qiao Yu that, can you, an imposter, even bear this name?" Qiao Yu asked with a smile.

Zu Zhengyang raised an eyebrow and answered confidently, "I don't change my name or my surname, I'm called Qiao Yu. What can't I bear?"

"Really? How about this, let's both make a vow."

Qiao Yu raised his fingers, looking at the sky with a pious expression.

"I, Qiao Yu, now swear to Hermes, one of the twelve main gods, that if I am not Qiao Yu, may I be infertile, have a house full of descendants, directly shrink by twenty centimeters, and be guaranteed to be impotent at critical moments."

"Alright, now it's your turn, take the oath."

Looking at Qiao Yu's half-smiling expression, Zu Zhengyang's face couldn't help but turn green.

Which man would dare to swear such an oath?

It would be fine if it didn't come true, but if it did, wouldn't it be a tragic ending even if he became the strongest?

Looking at the pairs of eyes staring at him from the stage, Zu Zhengyang felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He couldn't take this oath, and he couldn't not take it.

"What's wrong? Don't dare?" Qiao Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Hmph! What's there to fear from a mere oath? Do you think that grandstanding can delay your death? Let's fight!"

Zu Zhengyang decided to act directly. He realized that he couldn't fight Qiao Yu verbally, otherwise, he would definitely be the one to suffer.

"You really are fighting a tiger bare-assed, you're both shameless and reckless!" Qiao Yu shook his head with a smile.

"Shut up!"

Boom!

Zu Zhengyang directly activated his Innate Yang Radiance Body, and golden light, as warm as the sun, radiated from his body.

At this moment, Zu Zhengyang was as holy and noble as a celestial being descending to earth to save people from suffering.

"A special physique..."

Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. His previous guess was indeed correct. Only a body cultivator with a special physique could break through the Saint-level barrier.

"Nether Rakshasa Body, activate!"

Instantly, countless ghostly auras raged, and all kinds of evil ghosts, such as chī mèi wǎng liǎng (demons and monsters), rushed out of Qiao Yu's body, making silent roars.

The terrifying scene was as if a corner of hell had appeared in the human world.

Qiao Yu's body was also covered in ghostly aura, and his body turned into an almost morbid white, like a white crystal, forming a sharp contrast with the black ghostly aura, like the arrival of a ghost king.

Zu Zhengyang, as dazzling as the sun, and Qiao Yu, as terrifying as a ghost.

This contrasting scene was like a noble celestial being facing a demon from hell.

Everyone's thoughts instantly unified. As long as they weren't blind, anyone would believe that Zu Zhengyang was the true Holy Body of the human race.

"Hehe... with just this, you dare to say that you are the true Holy Body of the human race? Our human race doesn't have something that's neither human nor ghost like you, I..."

Zu Zhengyang seemed to want to say something, but Qiao Yu's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The next second, Qiao Yu had already appeared in front of Zu Zhengyang's face.

Zu Zhengyang's eyes widened. He didn't expect Qiao Yu to be so devoid of martial ethics, not even waiting for him to finish speaking before directly ambushing him.

"Whining and complaining, Flowing Water Hundred Transformations Fist!"

A fist with hundreds of layers of flowing water strength slammed into Zu Zhengyang's stomach. With the circles of rippling strength, Zu Zhengyang felt that everything in his intestines that hadn't been digested was shattered.

After taking three steps back, a salty and fishy smell surged into his throat. Zu Zhengyang tried his best to hold it back, but a trace of blood still flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The crowd below instantly fell silent.

The Holy Body of the human race in their hearts was actually injured right from the start! He was beaten until he was injured and spat blood!

This scene, like a dragon pressing a warrior under its crotch and rubbing him, was unacceptable to everyone.

"An ambush! That shameless villain actually ambushed the Holy Body!"

"That's right, he must know that he can't win, so he ambushed him. This brazen fellow, I spit on him!"

"Too despicable, how could this kind of person be the Holy Body of our human race? He is the shame of our human race!"

A chorus of boos rang out from below, all directed at Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu didn't mind, and instead asked.

"What if it's an ambush? Have you forgotten the twelve-character legend of the Holy Body?"

"Of course, I remember! Ancient Holy Body, unparalleled in ancient times, peerless and invincible!" someone retorted from below.

"Hehe, then if the person in front of you is really the Holy Body of the human race, how could he be injured by my punch?"

Qiao Yu's words made the crowd below a little silent. What he said... seemed to make some sense.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! I was just careless just now, I didn't dodge! Where is there anyone who can receive an attack without getting hurt?"

Seeing the reaction of the crowd, Zu Zhengyang panicked and immediately tried to defend himself.

"Silly little ones, the real Ancient Holy Body can directly ignore any attack! Otherwise, how could it be called the Holy Body of the human race?"

Qiao Yu showed a smile.

"Fellow human beings below the stage, open your eyes and watch carefully, I will let you see who is the real Qiao Yu, who is the real Holy Body of the human race!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Yu directly removed the Nether Rakshasa Body, opened his arms generously, and said to Zu Zhengyang.

"I am now standing here, let you hit me as you please. Whether you use your fists, cut with a knife, or stab with a sword, if you can hurt me even a little today, I will commit suicide on the spot."