"Just another soul beaten to death under the Grand Ancestor's staff, and you dare act like this? Since you think this palace only reached today's height by relying on your Fifteen Realms Tao Fruit, then this palace will let you see for yourself why I am called the number one of the young generation of my Daji."
As his words fell, the strand of Qi chanism on this Daji Crown Prince that belonged to Pei Dongliu vanished, and imdiately a surge of golden Blood Qi spurted out like a Life Spring, transforming into a golden Blood Qi River, from within which spread an aura as saintly as it was kingly.
He sent a punch toward Pei Dongliu.
Beneath the light of that fist, Dao and principle wove together, Law shone in unison, as if an ancient Saint had descended into the present age, and heaven and earth, the universe itself, lowered boundless great rit.
That punch appeared before Pei Dongliu in an instant; before Pei Dongliu could react, it tore apart the Protective Gang Wind before him, making the muscles on his face twitch violently.
Before Pei Dongliu could make a move, that fist slamd viciously into his body.
Bam!
The punch imprinted on his torso, yet what made Crown Prince Yang Qian's expression change was that under this punch, Pei Dongliu rely frowned slightly, as if a bit pained, but hadn't suffered any real injury from his blow.
And just as his face changed—
Whoosh!
Pei Dongliu's right hand moved like lightning, clamping down on Crown Prince Yang Qian's wrist, preventing Yang Qian from fleeing far after one strike, then yanked his body toward him; right after, his rising knee crashed up like a mountain headbutting the sky…
In just that pull and that smash, Yang Qian's body was directly driven by Pei Dongliu's knee into his chest, and a great spray of blood mist burst out from his back.
Bam!
Before Yang Qian's vision could go black and his body burst with blood, Pei Dongliu turned, whipping his leg around; another gust of leg wind that could shatter mountain ranges kicked straight into Yang Qian's lower abdon, booting him into a star. With a loud 'bang', he smashed apart a continental shelf.
After that flurry of blows, Pei Dongliu's expression remained indifferent:
"So it's an Innate Holy Body. What a pity—your Sacred Body seems to have only been developed to the level of the Thirteen Realms. Like this, you dare claim you can, by relying on your own combat strength, cross hands with this king…"
Halfway through, as if he had guessed sothing, he looked, half-smiling, at Yang Qian who had fallen into the depths of the continental ruins:
"This king understands. Most likely you were an Innate Holy Body from childhood. If you had cultivated along the path of the Sacred Body, by the ti you reached the Fourteen Realms, you might well have been able, relying on the capital of that Sacred Body, to challenge this king. Sadly, you must have, in the early years of cultivation, accidentally obtained the most precious 'Power Heaven and Earth' among this king's three Cave Mansion Realms, and from within it gained this king's Fifteen Realms Tao Fruit.
Once you had this Fifteen Realms Tao Fruit, you imdiately shifted all your heart and blood over to Refining this king's Fifteen Realms Tao Fruit, attempting to ascend to the heavens in one step, and neglected your own Sacred Body. In the end, you were probably awakened by soone, realized sothing was wrong, and only then started cultivating it anew. But like this, back and forth, switching systems in the middle, who knows how many years you wasted, leading to you now ending up good for neither east nor west: you have neither completely refined this king's Fifteen Realms Tao Fruit, nor brought your own Sacred Body to great achievent—you've lived yourself into a grotesque hybrid."
"Shut up!" Yang Qian roared from within the ruins, as if his deepest sore spot had been stabbed.
He once again chose to release Pei Dongliu's Tao Fruit power, mixing it with the golden Blood Qi of his Sacred Body, and charged at Pei Dongliu once more.
However, Pei Dongliu still treated him like an adult beating a baby; with casual movents of fists and legs he easily dealt with him, pounding this Daji Crown Prince until he was covered in blood from head to toe.
"Whether it's the Sacred Body or this king's Tao Fruit, both are peerless, invincible bearings in all the world. Perhaps among the younger generation, you can use these two things to suppress those of the sa realm. But you must understand: the one you face is this king. Even if this king has for now only taken back one of the three portions of my 'will', that is still the will of the Fifteen Realms. In this world there is no Fourteen Realms that can be this king's opponent, and you are no exception."
As Pei Dongliu exhaled and spoke, his domineering nature was fully revealed.
Especially here in the Martial Arts Ancestral Land, after Refining quite a bit of the Ji Dynasty's national fortune, his strength was almost restored; he naturally possessed this confidence.
"Is that so?"
All of a sudden, a voice tore through the void like thunder, and with that voice—
Pei Dongliu instinctively turned his head.
He saw a plain, snow-white fist, carrying a will so overwhelmingly strong that even he was shocked, descend directly before his eyes.
It smashed into his chest!
Bam!
Pei Dongliu was struck by that slender, fair fist and sent crashing down onto the sa star Crown Prince Yang Qian had just fallen upon.
After the fist, upon the canopy above Yujing City, a young man appeared, slowly lowering his arm. His eyes shone like stars, and a natural, unforced overbearing aura flowed from him—it was Chen Ku.
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