“Pu!!!”
The All-Mother Qi Cauldron was his life-bound war armament. It hadn’t fully taken form yet, and now that it was shattered, Ye Junfan naturally suffered grave injuries.
Chu Ying didn’t give him any room to breathe, punching again and again, like crashing tides rolling over and shattering clouds.
“Pu! Pu! Pu!”
At this point, Ye Junfan was like a sandbag, constantly pummeled by Chu Ying.
“Is this the limit of the Archaic Sacred Body?”
Chu Ying sneered as he threw his punches.
Ye Junfan’s emotions and desires had long been scattered into chaos. Though he was still within the medicinal effect of the Withered Spring Rebirth Pill and could barely suppress the backlash, the true killing essence of the Seven Emotions Chaotic Desire Fist lay in assaulting the mind and shattering the soul!
With his pupils now blood-red and killing intent growing wildly, Ye Junfan was finally forced to the edge. He suddenly roared, “Damn it! You think you can bark in front of me with just that level of power?”
In that instant, his aura shifted dramatically. Blood and Qi surged violently within him, erupting into a terrifying golden stream, as if a gate had been forced open.
“Roar!”
A furious cry, like a dragon’s howl, echoed.
“Sacred Body Divine Treasury: Eightfold Heavenly Dragon!”
Ye Junfan’s eyes were bloodshot. This was his most guarded trump card, the one he had never used since unlocking his first Divine Treasury.
Originally, he intended to unleash it only at a true life-or-death moment. But after being beaten so thoroughly time and again, there was no room to retreat!
He even felt the judgmental gazes from all directions. How could the Archaic Sacred Body be weaker than his peers?
“Yao Ruoxi is watching this battle too. I can’t let her down…” Ye Junfan instinctively glanced toward Yao Ruoxi’s direction, but he could only make out her silhouette, unable to see her expression or whether she was disappointed in him…
This only fueled his rage further. His emotions flared, pounding against his mind once more.
“Fall before me!”
Ye Junfan roared to the sky. As the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon Divine Treasury opened, he swung his fists like golden dragons roaring through the air. At that moment, he truly looked like a god descending to the mortal world.
On Martial Duel Peak, the spectators were already dumbfounded.
“Sacred Body Divine Treasury? What’s that?”
“Could this be a technique unique to the Archaic Sacred Body?”
All the Holy Son Candidates and Saintess candidates were too stunned to speak. Indeed, seeing Ye Junfan get beaten by Chu Ying had made the Archaic Sacred Body seem unimpressive.
But the moment he activated his Divine Treasury, their perspectives instantly changed.
“As expected of the legendary Archaic Sacred Body. Such monstrous physiques are born with Divine Treasuries. Once unlocked, their combat power multiplies, allowing them to kill across realms, perishing together with their enemies if needed—just another day for them.”
Elder Lu Lin on Martial Duel Peak murmured as his gaze sharpened.
He finally understood why the peak master had bet on Ye Junfan. Still in the Spirit Sea Realm, he had already opened a Divine Treasury. His potential was limitless. Perhaps he could even surpass the Nine Tribulations of the Archaic Sacred Body.
Chu Ying was also surprised to see Ye Junfan activate the Divine Treasury, but then he immediately unleashed the Glutton Fiend Secret Art!
He didn’t manifest his Cave Heaven or Dharma Image, instead merging the Glutton Fiend Secret Art directly into the Seven Emotions Chaotic Desire Fist.
The Eightfold Heavenly Dragons charged in with great momentum and arrogance, but within two seconds, they were instantly absorbed by Chu Ying’s fists!
Ye Junfan was stunned.
“Remember this.”
“Use his own technique against him!”
Boom!
A golden fist pierced the air, incomparably fierce and overbearing, absorbing the destructive power of the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon and turning it into Chu Ying’s own attack!
Chu Ying clearly felt his body tremble at that moment.
The Glutton Fiend Secret Art could devour power and turn it back, but the backlash was enormous. The body would suffer serious damage—the stronger the absorbed power, the greater the injury!
Fortunately, the side effects were transferred!
“Pu!”
Below the stage, Xiao Yan, who had been frantically healing and trying to stabilize his spirit, suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood. His internal organs felt like they had been shattered, and his body shook violently!
“???” Xiao Yan’s face turned pale as confusion filled his eyes.
“I… pu!” Su Yichen was the same. His eyes shot open and he spewed blood mixed with chunks of internal organs.
Nearby Holy Son Candidates were startled by their sudden reactions and asked in confusion, “What’s going on? Chu Ying and Ye Junfan are fighting—why are you two coughing blood?”
Onstage, Ye Junfan watched as Chu Ying unleashed a fist that had devoured his Eightfold Heavenly Dragons. His mind went blank.
But then his body suddenly convulsed, as if struck by a massive hammer.
Boom!
This was the backlash from the Glutton Fiend Secret Art. Even the lingering effects of the Withered Spring Rebirth Pill couldn’t withstand it.
Then, another punch landed!
“Ah—pu!”
Ye Junfan took the blow to his chest, which caved in deeply. He spun through the air in a graceful arc before crashing onto the arena.
The crowd gasped in shock.
“Ye Junfan… got thrown again?”
“Didn’t he just activate the Sacred Body Divine Treasury? How’s he still being crushed by Chu Ying…?”
Ye Junfan listened to the discussions around him, his vision going black from anger. He wanted to know the same thing!
I even used the Sacred Body Divine Treasury! How the hell is Chu Ying still dominating me?!
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Chu Ying wasn’t about to stop.
Ye Junfan hadn’t admitted defeat yet!
So long as he wasn’t dead, he would beat him until he wished he were!
Chu Ying grabbed Ye Junfan’s arm and started swinging him like a sandbag, slamming him repeatedly onto the ground. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“Pu!”
“Pu!”
Ye Junfan couldn’t suppress the injuries in his body anymore, nor could he stabilize his emotional storm. His Dao heart was collapsing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With every slam, the watching cultivators blinked in sync, almost out of instinct.
“Isn’t Brother Chu being a bit too brutal…” a Holy Son Candidate asked nervously.
Across the peak, the Saintess candidates all rolled their eyes.
A bit too brutal?
That was a massive understatement!
Their eyelids were twitching nonstop. Some of the more delicate Saintess candidates even trembled.
They had once thought to ridicule Chu Ying for being crippled. After all, if not for him, Yao Ruoxi wouldn’t have become Saintess, and they wouldn’t have fallen so far behind her. But now, all those thoughts vanished.
Who dared call Chu Ying crippled?
Not only was he not crippled—he was terrifying!
Meanwhile, Yao Ruoxi’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed at some unknown point, her flawless face darkened.
Ye Junfan was her chosen one. As the Archaic Sacred Body, he was destined to shine in this era. Even two Sacred Peak Lords of the Supreme Profound Holy Land had placed bets on him. She was convinced her choice was correct.
But now… her chosen one, Ye Junfan, was being viciously crushed by the very man she had abandoned—Chu Ying.
It was a slap in her face, utterly humiliating, and left her with a growing sense of anger as if she had made the wrong choice.
But she would never admit she chose wrong!
“Enough!”
A cold and beautiful voice suddenly echoed across Martial Duel Peak.
“A sparring match is meant to stop short of death. Why must it be so bloody?” Yao Ruoxi spoke indifferently, but anyone could hear that she was targeting Chu Ying.
Chu Ying paused for a moment. This woman, normally so aloof, was actually speaking out for Ye Junfan?
Chu Ying sneered, “The Archaic Sacred Body has yet to admit defeat. So what’s this ‘stop short’? And how should I stop?”
“Since the Saintess says enough, does that mean she’s admitting defeat on Ye Junfan’s behalf?”
Boom!
Chu Ying slammed Ye Junfan into the ground again. Ye Junfan’s eyes bulged from the pain, his body a bloody mess, his robes soaked in blood.
Elder Lu Lin also frowned deeply.
If Ye Junfan continued to be beaten like this, it might damage his foundation—or worse, cripple him completely.
The peak master had bet on Ye Junfan. If Ye Junfan were ruined, Lu Lin would be held responsible. But here came the problem.
As the referee, under the eyes of so many—Holy Son Candidates, Saintess candidates, the inner and outer disciples of Supreme Profound Holy Land, and even those from the other eighteen sacred peaks, thirty-six halls, and seventy-two pavilions—how could he break the rules?
He couldn’t. And he wouldn’t dare!