Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage
Chapter 189 - 183: Calamities Sometimes Do Come to an End

Chapter 189: Chapter 183: Calamities Sometimes Do Come to an End

As Yuan Hong faced off against the Great Emperor Qinghua, he aimed to break through the shackles of a Daluo Golden Immortal and achieve the status of Primordial Golden Immortal through combat.

Indeed, Yuan Hong truly lived up to his reputation as the Great General, but how could one tell? There are praises as proof, "Golden Battle Armor and Cloud Piercing Boots, the Golden Armor shining brightly that dazzles the sight, the Cloud Piercing Boots chasing clouds and racing the sun; a jade belt inlaid with gold holds the Heaven-reaching Rod, the belt like a giant serpent coiling, the rod’s might akin to a Divine Dragon ascending to heaven. On the Ancient Battlefield, he exerts his fame, the legacy of the Divine Monkey General will pass down through eons. Master of Staff Technique for twelve hundred thousand years, today he fights Qinghua with pride on display!"

Due to Wukong’s rapid rise, the figure of General Yuan had been forgotten by many. Today, after consecutive battles without rest, he was once again going to fight a Great Emperor from the Heavenly Court, truly a display of indefatigable spirit! This was the pride of General Yuan, who had survived the Ancient Battlefield; naturally, he should have such pride!

Great Emperor Qinghua said coldly, "If you lose, don’t say I bullied the weak with my strength!"

Yuan Hong let out a strange laugh and said, "Bullied the weak? When I was born, I’m afraid your mother hadn’t even been born yet. Dare to call me, Yuan, young?"

Great Emperor Qinghua, enraged, drew his Pure Yang Sword and charged forward furiously, unleashing his Sword Technique, resulting in hundreds of sword auras flashing.

Yuan Hong was not the least bit afraid; these basic techniques had long been thoroughly mastered by him. His rod could counter any of the eighteen types of weapons and any cold weapon. After twelve hundred thousand years of refining his techniques, it’s said that the older one gets, the wiser one becomes. But who could be older than twelve hundred thousand years? Hence, Yuan Hong’s accumulation of experience was truly terrifying. He was trapped within the Mountain and Rivers Sheji Map and spent his days honing his Staff Technique and the techniques of other weapons.

An old saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch riskier." The Pure Yang Sword in Great Emperor Qinghua’s hands was only three feet seven inches long, while the rod in Yuan Hong’s hands was more than six feet long. Naturally, Yuan Hong would not let Qinghua come close, merely wielding his rod to deflect each sword aura and retreating slowly, pushing his rod forward to target the weakness of Qinghua’s shorter sword, thrusting straight at Qinghua’s chest.

Great Emperor Qinghua was shocked; this monkey’s Staff Technique was incredibly formidable. His own sequence of Swordsmanship had failed to injure Yuan Hong in the slightest and, instead, he had been pushed into a disadvantage with a single move.

"Heh!" With a light shout from Yuan Hong, the Heaven-reaching Rod suddenly extended in length.

Great Emperor Qinghua swiftly twisted his wrist, redirecting his sword to separate Yuan Hong’s rod.

Yuan Hong also flicked his wrist, and the rod suddenly shrank, closing in and reducing to less than three feet, unleashing a set of fierce close-quarter techniques that caused Qinghua’s heart to tremble incessantly.

Yuan Hong’s rod, now varying in length, had shaken Great Emperor Qinghua profoundly, fearing that he might be hit at any moment. A minor injury would be a lesser concern, but losing face would be a substantial one! Thus, Qinghua pinched his Sword Technique, drawing forth Sword Aura, and a hundred odd sword auras fell down to strike Yuan Hong.

Seeing that Great Emperor Qinghua had used a spell, Yuan Hong dared not engage him closely anymore. He swept his rod as if to sweep away an army, forcing Qinghua back two steps. Then, he executed the "Battle of Eight Directions at Night", blocking all the sword auras, creating a cacophony of clinks and clangs, with sparks splattering about like smelting steel or iron, as if fireworks filled the sky.

"If I let this monkey knock me down with his rod, I would lose face greatly!" thought Great Emperor Qinghua, putting aside his caution and beginning to respond earnestly.

Then, Great Emperor Qinghua summoned another Magical Treasure, which was a Yin Yang Mirror. This mirror bore flowing Dao marks, inscrutable and profound. The Dao gives birth to one, one to two; these two are Yin and Yang, and then Yin and Yang give birth to the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, and from them all things arise. If there were a mystery in the world more inscrutable than the ways of Yin and Yang, it could not be found.

"Go!"

Great Emperor Qinghua pointed as if with a sword, while with his other hand he pinched a spell, and the Yin Yang Mirror flew up into the sky. Then it trembled, and a white beam and a black beam intertwined and shot out from within, heading towards Yuan Hong. These two beams were not large, only as thick as a finger, and they twined around each other as they flew, like two ivy vines wrapped together, appearing very strange.

Yuan Hong did not dare to be careless and immediately invoked his Golden Jiaojian. Golden light soared, transforming into a dragon, which opened its gaping maw, ready to tear and bite.

Great Emperor Qinghua shouted furiously, "You good-for-nothing, the Three Pure Ones were indeed killed by your kind of vermin!"

But Yuan Hong did not get angry, and instead, he laughed. This old demon never forgot to employ deceit and provoke his opponents at any opportunity, and now he said, "We vermin, then what does that make those who were killed by vermin? Perhaps rat droppings?"

Great Emperor Qinghua was seething with rage, muttering to himself, "This guy sure has a clever tongue!"

As Yuan Hong belittled himself, he also belittled those from the Heavenly Court. Since he was the vermin, what should those who died at the hands of vermin be called? Aside from rat droppings, was there a better term? Yuan Hong’s point was, if he was vermin, then the mighty Great Emperor Qinghua was struggling to deal with him, Yuan, which didn’t speak highly of his own stature either.

In the sky, the black and white beams entangled with the dragon. These insignificant-looking beams, once they entangled the dragon, spread like a silkworm spinning silk, wrapping around intricately, and trapping the dragon. But the dragon let out a roar, and the Golden Jiaojian manifested, cutting the black and white beams with two snips.

However, the beams instantly rejoined and continued to entwine around the Golden Jiaojian.

Yuan Hong had only recently acquired the Golden Jiaojian and naturally had not fully mastered it; he found it somewhat awkward to use it against his foe at this moment.

He surreptitiously readied the Cornucopia in his hand and, seizing the opportunity, suddenly invoked it, striking the Yin Yang Mirror straight on. The Yin Yang Mirror was then knocked downward, and Yuan Hong followed up with the Cornucopia. The mirror flew over as if guided, and with a "clatter", it fell into the Cornucopia.