PFC Chapter 251 Strange Phenomena Clash, Fei Han's Master Arrives
Chapter 251 Strange Phenomena Clash, Fei Han's Master Arrives
"The Holy Body of Righteousness..."
Li Wudao's eyes shone brightly, and he suddenly realized something.
No wonder this person has such a dignified demeanor, and his attacks are both moderate and peaceful, yet overwhelming and unstoppable. It's no wonder that we've been able to fight this "cheater" for so long.
"interesting."
A smile of excitement curved his lips.
Such opponents are rare and provide a great opportunity to hone practical experience.
Immediately, under tens of thousands of astonished gazes, Li Wudao sheathed his longsword.
He let his hands hang naturally at his sides and took a slow, deep breath.
next moment.
An indescribable heat erupted from Li Wudao's body.
He seemed to transform into a walking ancient furnace, his yang energy soaring into the sky, and the rolling heat waves hitting people nearby almost suffocating them.
at the same time.
The entire night sky behind him was instantly ignited!
Suddenly, patches of red clouds appeared out of nowhere on the deathly dark sky, stretching for thousands of miles in an instant, like a burning sea of fire that burned through the entire night.
"Chichi-"
The air hissed as if it were being dried out, and the terrifying heat wave made the spectators hundreds of feet away feel their hair and beards scorched and their mouths dry.
In the center of that vibrant red glow, a golden sun, solidifying from the ethereal, slowly rose, emanating a terrifying aura.
At the moment the crimson sun appeared—
The dim night sky suddenly became as bright as day, like the sun descending, illuminating everything with a dazzling light that was too bright to look directly at.
A thousand miles of crimson clouds, the blazing sun melting gold!
As soon as this phenomenon appeared, the "righteous energy that cannot be contained" was immediately suppressed, and the boundary visibly retreated and dissolved.
The wasteland was in complete uproar!
"Holy crap... the sun just set, how can there be a second sun...?"
"My eyes... are so bright! So hot!"
Exclamations, screams, and gasps of shock filled the air.
Many people subconsciously raised their hands to shield their eyes, unable to look directly at the crimson-gold sun. The impact on their minds was far more intense than when they saw the Holy Body of the Vast Ocean!
"A thousand miles of crimson clouds, the sun high in the sky... This... could this be...?"
Shi Mao stared blankly, muttering to himself in disbelief.
Qiao Yuan looked horrified, took a deep breath, and said with difficulty, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the 'Pure Yang Sacred Body' recorded in ancient books!"
Their pupils dilated in shock, their minds went blank, and they fell silent.
The boy they had previously taken lightly, even underestimating, had actually...
It's actually one of the ten supreme sacred bodies of the human race, the "Pure Yang Sacred Body" representing the pinnacle of ultimate Yang power?!
"Burning the heavens and boiling the seas, crimson clouds reflect the sky...purifying all evil, supreme yang! That young man... no, Young Master Li... is actually a Pure Yang Holy Body?!"
Old Cui's hunched body trembled violently, his voice hoarse and trembling: "A peerless physique that appears only once in ten thousand years, existing only in ethereal legends, has actually been witnessed by my own eyes... This... I have no regrets in this life!"
Murong Qinglan had forgotten how to breathe.
He simply stared intently at the blazing sun that ruled the heavens and the earth, and the figure beneath it who was both godlike and demonic. His heart was like a lake tossed with a boulder, rippling wildly.
"My cousin is... a Pure Yang Holy Body..."
Li Nanzhi covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with shock, and she was dumbfounded on the spot.
Her mind went blank. Was this still the same "good-for-nothing boy" who was despised by everyone?
Gazing at the young man who stood proudly in the void, like a god descending to earth, she was overwhelmed with excitement.
Shen Ming was also unable to remain calm; his eyes burned with intensity, and his breathing became rapid.
Senior Brother Li possesses such a legendary and forbidden physique; who would dare say that the Xuantian Sect has declined?!
........
Some are happy and some are sad.
The direction of the Li Huo Sect was one of utter despair and deathly silence, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Fei Han, Luo Xinrou, and the others were pale and weak in the knees, almost collapsing to the ground.
The Supreme Saint Body is destined to be an unparalleled figure standing at the pinnacle of the Eastern Wilderness. Yet these people dared to mock them relentlessly, even plotting to humiliate and retaliate...
This is like an old man eating poison – he's tired of living!
Standing in the center of the righteous river, Yang Qiong felt the terrifying pressure opposite him, which seemed to be able to evaporate the starry river and reshape the universe. The shock in his eyes reached its peak.
The aura emanating from that great sun caused his very essence to tremble; it was a subtle suppression from a higher level.
"Brother Li, you really have given me a tremendous surprise!"
Yang Qiong's pupils flickered uncertainly. He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and his fighting spirit reached its peak.
At this moment, the scene above the wasteland is truly unprecedented.
On one side, nine pale golden rivers flowed around the bronze pillar, their solemnity and clear light illuminating the scene like an open, weighty history book of humanity.
On the other side, a thousand miles of crimson flames supported the blazing sun, burning the sky and boiling the sea, domineering and unparalleled, its scorching light shining everywhere, like a primordial fire god descending to earth.
The two sacred phenomena stood in opposition, their drastically different laws and auras colliding and annihilating each other in the center, erupting with continuous, muffled thunderous roars.
Space was constantly distorting and fluctuating, as if even this world could not withstand it.
Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding like drums, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the mythical scene in the sky that was etched into the deepest recesses of their memories.
"Brother Li, how about deciding the outcome with a single move?"
"Exactly what I want!"
The two roared, their voices shaking the heavens.
Yang Qiong held his hands in a gesture of reverence, causing the nine rivers to flow and the heavenly pillar to roar, releasing endless sage proverbs and imprints of civilization.
They converged into a celestial seal, radiating golden light and symbolizing human order, carrying the weight of the entire history of human civilization, and crashed down!
The sun behind Li Wudao suddenly expanded, with endless pure Yang laws intertwining and bursting forth from within.
It coalesced into a crimson-gold demon-slaying spear that seemed capable of piercing through time and space and incinerating the rules, carrying the most primal and violent aura of destruction, and pierced through the void!
The seal and the spear collided violently at the core of the intersection of two different realms of phenomena!
"Boom!!!"
With a deafening roar that shook the very soul.
A pure white sphere of destruction, capable of devouring all light and sound, instantly expanded and engulfed the two figures and some of the strange phenomena.
Within the sphere of light, one could vaguely see the golden magic seals crumbling, and the crimson gold spear melting away...
The profoundness of the epic of humanity and the brutality of the blazing divine fire are engaged in the most tragic and essential mutual devouring of laws.
Each wisp of energy that escapes is enough to easily injure any Martial King!
Five breaths... ten breaths... time seemed to stand still.
When the sphere of light that was about to destroy expanded to its limit, it suddenly collapsed and annihilated inward—
"puff!"
Two figures shot out like meteors, carving deep furrows in the scorched earth, sending dust billowing into the sky.
The dust has settled slightly.
Yang Qiong knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his hand, blood gushing from his mouth, staining the glassy ground in front of him red.
The illusory image of the righteous river behind him had faded like smoke, and the light and shadow of the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar had dimmed, covered with cracks.
His face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, and he was seriously injured.
Li Wudao swayed precariously, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, barely managing to stay upright.
His upper body was tattered, revealing a muscular physique covered with several fine, intersecting wounds.
Although the red glow and the strange phenomenon of the sun behind us had not dissipated, their light had greatly diminished and their brightness was uncertain.
The wasteland was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
"Who...won?"
"It seems to be a tie?"
"This is terrifying... How can they not tell who's better even like this?"
The crowd looked at each other, bewildered and uncertain, and whispers began to rise from their eyes.
Just then, Yang Qiong raised his head with difficulty but determination.
He looked at Li Wudao, who was recuperating, with a complex expression in his eyes—a mixture of shock, relief, and a deep, pure respect.
He slowly stood up, his body swaying slightly, but his spine was straight, like the unyielding pillar of heaven.
Then, under the gaze of tens of thousands, he gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice calm:
"I lost this battle."
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
After a brief silence, a huge uproar ensued!
Everyone was stunned.
A proud prodigy from a sacred land, possessing the righteous Holy Body, actually admitted defeat? Lost to a disciple of the Xuan Tian Sect?
This is so unexpected and surprising.
"What are you yelling about? All of you, shut up!"
Shi Mao's face turned ugly. He roared to stop the surrounding noise, rushed forward a few steps, and looked anxiously at Yang Qiong.
"Brother Yang! What are you saying?"
He found it hard to accept and said in a deep voice, "What... what exactly happened? You only managed a draw with him at most, why did you have to admit defeat?"
Yang Qiong is the "seed of fire" of the Tianxuan Holy Land, representing the face of the Holy Land, and a potential successor to the Holy Lord. How could he possibly lose to a disciple of a declining sect?!
Everyone was puzzled. Judging from the scene, the two were indeed both badly injured and it was difficult to determine who was better.
Yang Qiong shook his head slightly, smiled bitterly, and said frankly, "At the last moment, I was forced to release the suppression of my cultivation level; otherwise, I would have been the one to lose..."
"So, I lost, and I admit defeat wholeheartedly."
"Just lucky." Li Wudao smiled faintly, though he felt immense pressure.
In this battle, aside from the Qiongqi Domain and the Invincible Technique, he used all his skills to avoid defeat, which shows how monstrous Yang Qiong was.
what? !
Shi Mao and Qiao Yuan were struck dumb, frozen in place.
Their invincible Senior Brother Yang, whom they considered unbeatable and unrivaled in the same realm, was actually forced to break the realm suppression in order to remain undefeated.
And this young man is only at the early stage of the Martial King realm...
Doesn't this mean that in a battle between people of the same realm, Senior Brother Yang is no match for this kid?!
This result, even more so than a draw, shocked both of them and was harder to accept.
"It's over... it's all over!"
Among the Li Huo Sect members, a disciple lay limp on the ground, his face ashen.
"This guy is too overpowered! His strength is terrifying; even the sect's peak master might not be a match for him."
"Senior Brother Fei, we...we've gotten ourselves into a huge mess!"
The other person said, their voice trembling with tears.
"What's the panic! Things haven't gotten to that point yet!"
Fei Han's face was ashen. He hissed, forcing himself to remain calm: "As long as we... as long as we return to our sect, no matter how strong he is, would he dare to attack the Li Huo Sect?"
Even so, his palms were already sweating profusely, filled with regret. Why had he ever provoked that boy in the first place...?
Just then, he suddenly realized something.
Fei Han was taken aback, and quickly took out a jade slip that was faintly glowing from his pocket, and immersed his consciousness into it.
A familiar and authoritative voice resounded directly in his mind, tinged with urgency:
"Han'er, your master has arrived at the capital of the Great Yu Dynasty. Where are you now? Where is the thug who severely injured my sect's disciple?"
Master... Oh no!
Fei Han's expression changed slightly, turning deathly pale in an instant, and cold sweat poured down his face.
The hand holding the jade slip trembled violently uncontrollably.