I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 596: Cao Youqian Battles the Heroes in Succession
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Chapter 596: Cao Youqian Battles the Heroes in Succession
Drip, drop.
Seconds bled into minutes as time slipped away.
High in the sky, neither figure made the opening move. In a confrontation between top-tier experts, raw technique often took a backseat; the true keys to triumph lay in one's mental fortitude and their profound comprehension of the Great Dao.
Cao Youqian remained standing with his arms folded, a persistent sneer etched on his face while the battle thirst in his gaze intensified by the moment.
In contrast, perspiration had begun to bead upon Mo Ke’s brow.
The very moment a droplet of sweat gathered and rolled down Mo Ke’s cheek, his eyes snapped open. He thrust his palms forward and shouted four words.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Homage to the Patriarch!"
Instantly, the colossal Buddha statue suspended in the heavens slammed its hands together, forging a massive Swastika Buddhist seal that surged forward.
The appearance of the Buddha seal caused the sun, moon, and stars within the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm to immediately lose their luster.
That seal carried the ultimate true essence of the Buddhist Dao, possessing the power to quell ghosts, gods, immortals, demons, and every living thing in existence.
The vast majority of the watching cultivators trembled uncontrollably as they stared at the heavenly Buddha seal. Their legs felt as though their bones had dissolved, forcing them to drop to their knees.
A few experts of the older generation fared slightly better, managing to stay on their feet with great effort.
Even so, they could only stand frozen; they lacked even the breath to utter a word.
A singular thought dominated their minds: this Buddhist Son Mo Ke was truly terrifying.
"Somewhat interesting," Cao Youqian remarked.
As he spoke, he drew back his arm and unleashed a devastating punch.
"Extreme Way Divine Fist!"
Following Cao Youqian's movement, the Dharma Idol formed from his Great Dao’s true essence mirrored the strike. It was a straightforward, ordinary punch without any wasted motion.
Boom!
The strike triggered a thunderous sonic boom.
It felt as though this single punch would shatter the boundaries of the entire Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm.
As the fist connected, mountains crumbled and the ground split apart; even the firmament seemed to be riddled with cracks.
Stunned by the force of the impact, the older onlookers lost their balance and slumped to the earth. They stared upward with wide eyes, their faces filled with shock as they watched Cao Youqian.
Who would emerge victorious?
The question had barely formed in the minds of the crowd when they witnessed that punch obliterate the Swastika Buddhist seal and its golden radiance.
Undeterred, the fist continued its trajectory, slamming into Mo Ke’s Dharma Idol.
Rumble!!!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the Buddha Dharma Idol of Buddhist Son Mo Ke shattered instantly.
Pu...
A spray of crimson blood erupted from Mo Ke’s mouth. Slowly opening his eyes, he gasped, "Saint Son Cao’s Tyrant Fist is unrivaled; this monk concedes."
Cao Youqian grinned and replied, "You’re not half bad either, little monk, being able to take a hit from me and only spit up some blood."
"..."
Buddhist Son Mo Ke paused momentarily before saying, "Saint Son Cao overestimates me. This monk shall depart now."
"Hmm, go on then."
The contemptuous look on Cao Youqian’s face faded as he gave a slight cupped-hand salute to his opponent.
Buddhist Son Mo Ke turned and vanished into the horizon. It took a long time for the witnesses to recover their senses.
The clash they had just seen defied their understanding. Many wondered: were these two truly only in the Marquis realm and not Great Sages?
Cao Youqian loosened his neck and shouted, "Next!"
"Hmph!"
A frigid snort echoed from the Blood God Cult as a figure wearing a blood-red mask stepped out from the ranks.
The moment he appeared, the world seemed dyed in blood, and a desolate, murderous aura blanketed the region.
Those present felt their skin crawl as they gazed upon him.
"Who is that? That killing intent is overwhelming; he’s even more formidable than Shi Xuan."
"I recognize him. He is the unparalleled genius of the Blood God Cult from three decades ago, Sword King Yixi. After he drew the Yixi Sword, he traveled to Tianzhou to cultivate. To think the Blood God Cult recalled him for this. I wonder what heights his strength has reached?"
"..."
The crowd buzzed with excitement, eager to see which of these two prodigies was the stronger.
"What’s your name? State it," Cao Youqian said with a smirk, eyeing the masked man.
"This Saint Son is Yixi."
Saint Son Yixi’s voice was bone-chilling and entirely devoid of feeling.
"Then the blade you carry must be the Yixi Divine Sword," Cao Youqian noted, looking at the weapon in Yixi’s hand.
"Indeed," Yixi replied coldly. "This is the legendary demonic sword, Yixi. Once drawn, it demands blood. I returned to test my Sword Dao against Xiao Chen, but using your blood as a preliminary offering for my blade is acceptable."
"Is that so?"
Cao Youqian’s expression turned into one of wild excitement. "If you want a piece of my Eldest Senior Brother, you’ll have to get through me first."
"As you wish."
As Saint Son Yixi spoke, his power erupted. In a heartbeat, a crimson mist filled the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm.
A demonic god Dharma Idol, hundreds of feet tall, materialized in the sky.
With its arrival, the heavens wailed and the immortals and Buddhas shook with fear.
The earth trembled as the sky produced eerie, haunting sounds.
Clang!
The moment the Yixi Demonic Sword was unsheathed, a pillar of bloody light pierced the heavens.
Rumble!
A bolt of celestial lightning crashed down upon the blade.
In the next instant, the dark energy surrounding Saint Son Yixi flared. His eyes turned a deep crimson, and his black hair transformed into a silvery white. Veins throbbed violently on his face beneath the mask.
He stood there like a demonic god descending to the mortal plane, viewing all life as nothing more than fragile toys.
Hiss...
The spectators gasped, shivering at the sight.
"What kind of monster has the Blood God Cult raised? That malevolent aura is like that of an extraterrestrial heavenly demon!"
"The Peerless Tyrant Fist has met a dangerous match this time."
"..."
Despite the display, Cao Youqian showed no sign of dread. Instead, his grin widened with anticipation.
"Excellent! This is the kind of fight I enjoy!"
As he yelled, his body expanded, reaching over nine feet in height instantly. His Dharma Idol loomed like a titan supporting the heavens.
The true essences of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, and Lightning swirled around him in a chaotic dance.
The audience was left speechless by the spectacle.
"The Peerless Tyrant Fist has mastered so many true essences? How is that possible?"
"A man with such a reputation is never ordinary. This must be the foundation of his arrogance."
"..."
Clang!
Yixi struck first with his demonic sword. The blow seemed capable of world-ending destruction; as it descended, the landscape shattered.
Many feared the secret realm itself would be torn apart by the strike.
In response, Cao Youqian threw a punch.
Rumble!
Sword qi collided with fist intent in the air, rocking the very foundations of the mountains.
After the initial clash, both men were forced back half a step.
Saint Son Yixi said tonelessly, "Your blood is worthy of feeding Yixi."
Cao Youqian smiled back. "And you are worthy of making me fight seriously."
With those words, they charged at each other again.
Boom...
Waves of thunderous explosions rang out as the sky changed colors. Everywhere the shockwaves touched was reduced to dust. The ten Great Sages worked in unison, erecting light barriers to shield their disciples.
After dozens of exchanges, the sky finally grew quiet. The eyes of the crowd darted between the two combatants, desperate to know who had claimed the victory...