Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 817 - 429 Arrogant

Chapter 817: 429 Arrogant

The heroic voice spread grandly, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, reaching everyone’s ears.

"Dao, Dao Saint?!"

Fu Wanshan trembled all over while drinking tea; the teacup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a clatter.

Tang Shishu stood dumbfounded on the spot, his mind blank.

The Canghai Sect people covered their ears, their heads buzzing painfully, collapsing to the ground without understanding what the voice said.

So grand!

Shocking heart and soul, deafening!

"Please."

The next moment, another grand voice came, with a calm tone near cold, devoid of any emotion.

No one knew where the second voice came from.

It was so ethereal, untraceable.

Yet the Dao Saint merely smiled faintly, stepping forward without entering the Canghai Sect, quickly crossing the majestic Canghai Mountain, heading north, reaching the mountain’s backside.

Looking ahead, behind the mountain lays a vibrant hilly area.

Vines creeping like dragons and snakes, spring sounds echoing like wind and rain in countless valleys.

Yet not a single person was seen.

The Dao Saint was slightly surprised, eyes scanning back and forth, suddenly his pupils contracted slightly, a playful expression emerging between his brows.

Amidst the undulating mountain ridges, a massive array invisible to the naked eye stood, without Martial Saint level Divine Soul Perception, it’s hard to detect.

"Colorless and shapeless, could it be that little gadget of the Buddha Saint?"

The Dao Saint showed disdain, lightly gripping with his right hand.

Soon after, a small stone on the ground flew up, landing on his fingertip.

Flick of a finger!

Whiz!

The small stone shot out swiftly, burning against the air, trailing a long comet tail.

Bang!

Suddenly, the small stone collided with something, exploding directly, firelight scattering everywhere.

Ripples trembled near the impact point, spreading out in circles like waves.

As the waves rapidly spread, a circular shield with over five thousand meters in diameter was revealed.

Golden radiant, glazed brilliantly.

Just like a gigantic Buddha Bead fallen into the mortal world.

"It really is the Vajra Glazed Glass Formation, the Buddha Saint spent a millennium of blood, sweat, and tears to create it..."

The Dao Saint could not help but feel deeply, sighing: "If the Buddha Saint hadn’t been overly sentimental and had ascended earlier, how could they meet such a disaster, ending in tragedy?"

He walked forward, his finger pointing at the circular shield.

"Mystical Mechanism Finger!"

One poke downwards, Daoist Skill boundless.

In an instant, the seemingly invincible Vajra Glaze Shield was forcibly poked out a big hole.

Crack~

A corner of the shield broke open!

The Dao Saint seemed relaxed, as if having done a trivial matter, swaggering into the shield’s interior.

Looking up, thirty-six copper figures towered all around, all with Martial King cultivation, surrounding him in the center.

The Dao Saint shook his head with a sigh, feeling utterly bored.

Then, the Copper People Formation started, the thirty-six copper figures simultaneously performing a powerful stick technique, breath connecting, twisted into one, strength soaring to Martial Saint Realm.

Facing such an astonishing stick technique assault, the Dao Saint’s robe fluttered, yet he merely stood arrogantly, without any movement.

Bang bang bang...

Thirty-six long sticks simultaneously struck the Dao Saint, suddenly breaking.

Frightening counterforce surged out, sweeping in all directions.

All thirty-six copper figures were shocked flying, their bodies shattering and disintegrating into fragments.

"Sorry, I’ve long cultivated the ’Thousand-Hammered Innate Body’; no force in this world can destroy my physical body."

The Dao Saint laughed lightly, speaking to the air.

He walked forward.

Swish~

The Dao Saint’s body suddenly sank, looking down, realizing that he had unwittingly stepped into a swamp.

The swamp bubbled.

His body began rapidly sinking.

"Oh, this is the Prison Swamp Formation."

The Dao Saint recognized it at a glance, it was Ze Saint’s signature formation.

"Yes, Ze Saint too had their home raided by you. The pity is, you don’t know the relationship between Ze Saint and me."

The Dao Saint couldn’t help but laugh aloud, his tone full of immense mockery.

He crouched down, his finger sketching on the ground, quickly drawing a complex and intricate rune.

"Resolve!"

His palm suddenly dropped, with a snap, striking the ground.

A magical scene unfolded; the swamp hardened visibly fast, soon turning into a flat terrain.

The Dao Saint pulled out his leg, as he walked forward, he coldly chuckled, saying: "You know, Ze Saint in their youth was guided by me, and much of what they learned throughout life originated from me."

As the words fell, the void suddenly trembled, with earth shaking and sky rocking, a massive plume of black smoke surged forth from underground.

The Dao Saint scanned all around, water sounds rushing past his ears.

The black smoke quickly dispersed.

A towering white mountain connecting heaven and earth stood in front.

Looking closely one notices, it was not a mountain, but piled high with white bones.

Below White Bone Mountain, there was a long river, the water dark as ink, emitting a pungent bloody smell.

Under the moonlight, blood is black.

The entire river was filled with blood!

"White Mountain! Black River!"

The Dao Saint realized abruptly, sighing: "Turns out it’s an array crafted by White Saint, what an old woman with peculiar interests, clearly a demon cultivator, yet wanting to disguise as an orthodox faction."

Looking at White Bone Mountain, the Dao Saint lamented: "Ah, speaking of killing count, it’s the orthodox factions that are the most ruthless."

Sighing lightly, the Dao Saint unhurriedly drew his sword, aiming at White Bone Mountain.

"The mountain is ten thousand zhang high, ultimately beneath the stars."

"Sword Style·Carefully Decanting the Big Dipper!"

At this moment, stars sparkled high in the sky, the Big Dipper formed a dipper, slowly tilting down.

Soon after, from the dipper flowed a stream of silver brilliance, like fine sand, pouring onto the top of White Bone Mountain.