I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 643 643 Cao Youqian: Finally It Is My Turn to Reverse Strike Against the Saint Realm
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"Brother Qian, why did you betray me like that? Weren't you the one who straight-up told me to smash the door?"
Observing Cao Youqian's bold and unafraid demeanor, Lei Qilin realized he wouldn't end up on the losing side today. All the dread in his chest vanished right away, replaced by surging bravery.
Cao Youqian gave a casual shrug: "I did say to kick the door, but not to nearly wreck the whole place. You've pissed off this brother big time. See how he's glaring like he wants to devour you? He must've been terrified to the brink of collapse down there!"
"You're peeking at this God!"
Zhuque's sensitive point got struck, causing him to blurt it out without thinking.
Upon hearing that, Cao Youqian and Lei Qilin instinctively shared a look before directing their eyes to Zhuque's talons.
Lei Qilin remarked: "Brother Qian, your insight is spot on; it looks like it's truly missing!"
Shame, outright mockery.
Zhuque had freshly ascended to Demon God status and envisioned ruling over every corner. He'd only exchanged a few blows with his young companion in the midst of passion. Yet not just did fear nearly shatter him, these two were now dragging it into the open and mocking him.
Unless he slew these two today, and if rumors spread afterward, how could he hold his head high in the Phoenix Clan?
"Perish!"
With a furious roar, a fiery torrent resembling a serpent erupted from his maw.
Lei Qilin spotted the blaze hurtling down and instinctively leaped behind Cao Youqian.
Cao Youqian, witnessing this, stayed silent, merely folding his arms and remaining still as a statue.
"Master, watch out!"
The disciples caught sight of the danger and cried out in alarm without hesitation.
Zhuque's oral inferno raged on briefly before fading. He'd aimed to press on and obliterate that cursed Qilin, yet he noticed the earlier human standing there completely unscathed.
"Impossible!"
This wrathful assault could incinerate any being below Demon God level. Not even a Demon God would emerge so untouched.
Cao Youqian rolled his neck slightly and grinned: "Put some real power into it, make me break a sweat at least."
"You... are you a Martial God?"
Though rage boiled within Zhuque, he wasn't stupid. Noting this man before him stood firm, he understood he couldn't overpower him soon. Meanwhile, he pondered why the map from Sister Lei lacked any mention of this Martial God.
"Martial God?"
A scornful expression crossed Cao Youqian's features as he scoffed: "What right do those pathetic weaklings have to be uttered alongside this Seat?"
He halted briefly, then added: "Pay attention, little Fire Sparrow. This Seat reigns as the Ancestor of Body Cultivation. The realm dubs me the Unparalleled Tyrant Fist!"
Ancestor of Body Cultivation?
That title drew a confused look from Zhuque. Across this world, only those three earned the Ancestor label. The energy radiating from this human barely reached Great Witch level. He must have relied on some hidden art to fend off the attack earlier. Proclaiming himself Ancestor was merely a bluff to drive him off.
With that in mind, a savage grin twisted Zhuque's face: "Brat, trying to intimidate this God? Your power falls short. Today, this God will demonstrate the might of my Phoenix Clan's laws and show you the price of defying my Phoenix Clan!"
"Hehe."
Cao Youqian let out a mocking chuckle: "Oh really? Then this Seat looks forward to the lesson today. Back in my youth, I had the privilege of trailing my Master across battlefields. I saw him clash against two Saints as a mere Sage. Now it's finally my moment. The very thought thrills me."
As his words ended, an Immortal Light bloomed from his form. The instant this Immortal Light flared, the oppressive force Zhuque had spread over ten thousand miles shattered instantly.
Beholding the Immortal Light pouring from Cao Youqian's body, Zhuque felt delight rather than shock, bursting into laughter: "To think this God stumbles upon a Son of Fortune here. Devouring you will boost this God's luck too. Even if I can't ascend to Phoenix Ancestor heights, Half-Step Phoenix Ancestor is within reach. Then I'll claim my spot in this world. This journey proves worthwhile!"
While speaking, a Phoenix Dharma Figure materialized around him, enveloping his frame. With the Phoenix Dharma Figure's emergence, the glow from him outshone the sun overhead, and his aura intensified further.
This time, Lei Qilin's grin faded away. A worry crept unbidden into his thoughts: Brother Qian, has he gone overboard this round?
Should Brother Qian fall, my fate is sealed as well. This Three Clan War demands total victory or death.
Lei Qilin silently beseeched in his mind now: Qilin Ancestor, shield us. Brother Qian must prevail. Worst case, they tie.
Cao Youqian, facing this, showed no shift but grew more exhilarated. A towering Dharma Figure exceeding a hundred feet rose behind him too.
The Dharma Figure's manifestation unleashed its own aura once more, clashing evenly with Zhuque's emitted pressure.
Such immense disturbance rippled out over millions of miles. Innumerable Demon Emperors and Great Witches observed this epic confrontation.
Every major figure resolved that whichever victor emerged, they'd pledge allegiance without delay.
"Burning Sky Rage Fire!"
Zhuque bellowed, and his Dharma Figure unleashed a blaze straight at Cao Youqian's Dharma Figure.
"Unparalleled Tyrant Fist!"
Cao Youqian drove his fist through the flames. As he struck, the Dharma Figure at his back mirrored the blow.
That strike rattled the heavens, stirred spirits to wail, and made all creatures quiver.
Boom!
The fist's force met the flames in the air with a thunderous crash, shockwaves surging outward. In moments, skies shattered and lands split.
Lei Qilin swiftly summoned his energy to shield his young kin, preventing the clash's fallout from harming the youths.
Ying Li had seen Master's strike via the jade pendant before, yet this direct punch from Master stunned him deeper. He whispered: "Uncle, Master's sure to triumph, isn't he?"
"Pfft, pfft, pfft."
Lei Qilin snapped quickly: "Don't spout such drivel, boy. Watch it, or Uncle zaps you into a charred fowl."
At those words, Ying Li clamped his lips shut, refraining from any more rash talk.
Following the exchange.
Excitement lit Cao Youqian's features. Smiling, he declared: "Little Fire Bird, your grasp on law powers seems rather sloppy. My True Meaning of the Great Dao shattered it with ease."
From the test, Cao Youqian discerned that this Zhuque was merely a fresh Saint, one who attained it with just ninety-nine points of Great Dao True Meaning. His battle prowess lagged behind the Saint Corpse and Saint Soul from Beiyuan long ago. After all, those wielded law powers flawlessly.
Zhuque hadn't anticipated this opponent's toughness either, yet he refused to back down. He recognized it now: this human was a Half-Step Martial God. Persistent combat would let him overpower the foe.
He sneered: "Brat, this God wonders how many such punches you can muster."
Cao Youqian easily read the opponent's intent. With a playful glint, he replied: "Care to test it? I fear you won't survive the attempt."
"Brat, enough with the clever words!"
Zhuque roared in fury and unleashed Burning Sky Rage Fire once more!
"Oh, I neglected to mention, repeating tricks won't work on me."
With that, the Immortal Light on Cao Youqian gathered into his fists as he launched another strike.
"Extreme Dao Divine Fist!"
This blow carried even greater menace. As it flew, Zhuque sensed trouble, but retreat came too late.
The punch obliterated the Burning Sky Rage Fire outright and hurtled toward Zhuque.
Flee!
The urge barely crossed Zhuque's mind when the fist descended.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out as Zhuque's Phoenix Dharma Figure crumbled, his physical form exploding too. A fiery soul form burst free and fled skyward.
Cao Youqian sneered at the sight: "Think you can slip from my grasp? Dream on."
He reached out casually, snaring the soul in his palm and pulverizing it without effort.
"No!!!"
A agonized wail resounded across the heavens. Demon Emperors and Great Witches across millions of miles witnessed it and shuddered. That Martial God proved utterly ruthless; he spared not even Zhuque Demon God's divine soul.
Beyond Wind Thunder Valley, silence reigned.
Cao Youqian toyed with the Demon Core in his grip, his lips curving upward: "Who knew this venture yielded such a bonus. Big Lei, you've earned major credit."
"Really?"
Lei Qilin queried, his face alight with thrill.
"Why would I deceive you?"
Cao Youqian hesitated, then went on: "Fine, haul out that young Thunder Phoenix. Time to wrap up this nonsense."
Those words jogged Lei Qilin's memory of his goal. As he swelled his size to deliver another kick to Wind Thunder Valley, a seductive female voice drifted from within: "Hold on."
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