I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 230 - 227 I’m Going All Out! (To the Fullest!)

Chapter 230: Chapter 227 I’m Going All Out! (To the Fullest!)

Tang Tang’s face bore a hint of helplessness; she had already guessed the young man’s choice.

Nonetheless, she nodded and walked into the crowd, knowing that the ending could have been worse.

At the same time, the Primordial Yang Sect Master was about to dismiss the many elders.

"Let’s do it together!"

Liang Hui spoke, a gleam of amusement flashing in his eyes; he suddenly felt that doing so was even more pleasurable.

It filled people with hope, only to bring them ultimate despair, which, in turn, was more satisfying for him.

And he had given the other party an opportunity; it was up to them to seize it.

Heh! Who knew?

At that moment, the Primordial Yang Sect Master’s expression turned stiff, but he quickly regained his composure.

The elders, who were ready to leave, stood rooted to the spot and stopped in their tracks.

As elders of the sect, they were far from foolish. Quite the contrary, they were extremely intelligent, and they began to suspect something.

But after all, was this not an opportunity laid before them?

Qing Yi, standing at the forefront, halted as well.

However, as the voice in her mind resounded, she took a deep look at the six figures standing shoulder to shoulder beside her and walked towards the distance.

Two Primordial Spirits, two divine veins, two who had entered the path - these were the strong practitioners of the Primordial Yang Sect who had come this time.

Soon, within a ten-mile radius, only seven figures remained.

"Pick a place, we can’t unfold our power here!"

"Alright."

Quickly, the seven of them arrived a thousand miles away, facing each other.

"Come, take this punch!"

The youth roared lowly.

He stomped lightly on the ground, and instantly, a million energy particles around him began to boil, unleashing tremendous strength. In an instant, space collapsed from the pressure everywhere except under his feet, turning hundreds of miles into a vacuum.

At the same time, his body swelled up with the stomp. He was only seven feet tall, but in the eyes of the observers, he seemed to balloon in size.

In an instant, he grew to a hundred meters, then a thousand, and then ten thousand meters. Small and large intertwined in this moment.

Above his head was the endless void, and under his feet, the vast earth.

Golden Blood Qi surged and roiled, covering the sky and obscuring the blazing sun of the vault of heaven.

Whoosh~

He stretched out his arm, and True Qi flowed between his fingers. In a fraction of a second, his boxing techniques changed a thousand times, ten thousand times, and endless Fistful Intent shook the void, tearing through everything.

With a thunderous noise, he threw three punches at the somewhat stunned six Primordial Yang Sect members.

One punch: to represent the Myriad Beasts and spirits kneeling in submission!

One punch: to represent earth, fire, wind, water - the creation and destruction of the world!

One punch: carrying the reverse of time and the future!

These three punches contained Liang Hui’s four years of seeking the Tao.

Hundreds of thousands, a million times entering dreams, endless battles, and risking life and limb had forged these three punches he now threw.

"Primordial Yang Sect Master, what if you catch these three punches and live?"

"If you don’t, carry endless regret, along with your sect, and die together!"

Liang Hui’s indifferent gaze opened and closed, his surging Blood Qi once again exploded, spreading across the Hundred Mile Rivers and Mountains.

"Primordial Yang!"

The Primordial Yang Sect Master and the five elders screamed with all their might. This was the most terrifying, most profound dao technique of the Primordial Yang Sect.

It transcended all the secret techniques, dao techniques, and martial arts of the sect, approaching the great path.

A simple, ancient cauldron was unleashed, rising with endless red light.

Becoming deeper and deeper, converging on the concept of red, until there was not a single impurity left.

Under the expectant gazes of the Primordial Yang Sect Master and the six members, it met the three punches.

Boom!

Under the force of the punches, the ancient cauldron withstood for a moment, then suddenly exploded, a massive amount of air, True Qi, and Mana all boiled and howled.

And then, a three-layered wave, made up of red light, consciousness, and sonic booms, erupted and scattered in all directions.

Like the flood of the apocalypse, it swept through the void and across the land.

One punch!

Just one punch had already shattered the combined attack of six, and the rolling fist light engulfed the figures of the six.

The following two punches, without the slightest hindrance, struck where the people of the Primordial Yang Sect had once stood.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Standing in the void, Liang Hui, leaning on the Eternal Spear with one hand, was gasping for breath while laughing out loud.

What a thrill!

You had your chance and yet you were powerless to seize it, whom can you blame?

This ought to be the deepest despair for you all.

After a while, the laughter ceased, and the void gradually returned to calm.

Liang Hui took a step forward, walking across the void towards the people of the Beast Taming Sect.

Only now did everyone recover from the three punches that were unlike anything from the human world, staring blankly at the approaching youth.

Who could receive such punches? Throughout history, only a handful of people could face one punch straight on.

At this moment, everyone had their doubts about the Primordial Yang Sect Master who had once taken a punch from the Divine Emperor.

The future Divine Emperor, please be merciful.

"Hui, are you okay?"

Su Yao quickly came to the youth’s side, her eyes filled with worry and a glint of tears spinning within.

"I’m fine, just six insignificant fishes, unable to take even a single one of my punches."

His voice was gentle, yet the meaning behind it was icy and ruthless, proclaiming the fall of a top sect.

All of a sudden, Liang Hui turned around and saw a white figure walking through the void.

Qing Yi, with measured steps, was walking where the six members of the Primordial Yang Sect had disappeared.

She bent down, searching through the remains.

A piece of broken bone, a red fragment, that was all she found.

Stumbling, she walked slowly toward Liang Hui, the light veil on her face falling, fluttering in the wind, revealing an exceedingly beautiful countenance.

At this moment, that face was brimming with sorrow.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, the elders of our Primordial Yang Sect, the Sect Master, they all took a few punches."

"Sister Qing Yi, you already know the answer. They didn’t take even one punch," Su Yao said with a faint smile on her face, but her eyes were icy cold as she looked at the woman in white.

Her arms, as white as jade, slowly lifted.

"Sister Qing Yi, since the outcome has been determined, why not just stay here."

Crack!

Liang Hui grabbed Su Yao’s lifted arm, his expression indifferent as he looked at Qing Yi and said:

"Send the remains back."

He paused, then added, "Enjoy your last moments."

Qing Yi seemed not to have heard, her expression still filled with sadness, and she looked past the crowd at the figure in the green robe.

Her body bent slightly, "Thank you!"

She turned around!

And walked away into the distance.

"Hui, you once said that dangers must be nipped in the bud, and when cutting grass, one must remove the roots," Su Yao whispered, the murderous intent still fierce in her eyes.

"I fear no enemy; those defeated by me can only watch my back for the rest of their lives, until I am beyond reach."

"Besides, in the end, they are just living a little longer."

Confidence indescribable in his words, Liang Hui slowly walked toward the direction of the Beast Taming Sect.

As the youth took his steps, everyone else followed behind him.

This gave rise to an extremely strange scene on the road to the Beast Taming Sect.

The world’s top fighters were moving at a pace slower than that of external cultivation martial artists across a thousand miles of land.

Yet, no one expressed dissatisfaction; most were still immersed in the brilliance of the three punches.

Tang Tang followed behind the crowd, her cold eyes revealing helplessness.

"Mystic Whale Sea-Splitting Hammer Master, you need not blame yourself, you’ve already fought for their chance to live," she said.

"It’s only that the traitors failed to grasp it."

"Is that so? I just didn’t expect that they couldn’t even take a single punch from Tai Yi."