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Chapter 294 - 49: The Foundation of the Path, Myriad Beasts Fist!

Chapter 294: Chapter 49: The Foundation of the Path, Myriad Beasts Fist!

A spectral peacock shadow stood behind Liang Hui, disintegrating into fragments of horsetail whisk.

Liang Hui’s arms drew slightly back, his fist-edge shifting through five colors as he reached forward.

It wasn’t fast, but as it moved, everything began disappearing—horsetail whisk, Spiritual Energy, even space-time was obliterated.

In the old Daoist’s startled eyes, that palm radiating a five-colored magnificent light brushed past his body.

The sky-covering horsetail whisk dispersed, the spanning miles of Spiritual Energy collapsed, and all traces of the old Daoist vanished.

Only Liang Hui still stood in the sky, as if he hadn’t moved at all.

"Teacher...."

Marquis of Myriad Refinements exclaimed, yet his voice was so hoarse and low that only he could hear it.

His face turned pale, his body involuntarily trembling slightly.

One move!

In just one turn, an unsurpassed powerhouse who had roamed the human world for nine thousand years, the Sovereign of the Shangqing Sect, had disappeared under that light and effortless palm.

All who witnessed this scene—humans, demons, Immortal Gods, ghosts—were beyond shaken.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t guessed the old Daoist could lose to the suddenly ascendant Qingcang, but still, it was too fast, they didn’t even have a chance to help him.

In this moment, the struggle in the donkey’s eyes that pulled the chariot, deep within its beastly pupils, completely subsided into silence.

In this moment, one Immortal, one ghost, advanced shoulder to shoulder to the side of the Marquis of Myriad Refinements.

The currents of the sky blew past, Liang Hui’s blue robes billowed with the wind, as he raised his hand to reveal a shocking sight.

An old Daoist with disheveled hair was struggling, sinking and floating in the palm of his hand.

The young man’s gaze held neither joy nor anger, indifferently looking at his companions—one person, one ghost, one Immortal:

"The three of you, can come at me together."

"Come at you together? Heh heh, hahahaha!"

A frigid and severe laugh, utterly devoid of warmth, rose with the wind, echoing through the mountains and rivers for miles on end.

The Blue Armored Battle Immortal’s expression was ice-cold as he moved past the Marquis of Myriad Refinements.

Centered around the Battle Immortal, a drop of cool rain fell from the Vault of Heaven.

In an instant, it covered the mountains and earth, spreading rapidly towards the wilderness in all directions.

The rain didn’t stop, enveloping half of the Marquis’s Court’s territory in the blink of an eye.

Waves roared, and wherever they reached, living beings wailed, yet Heaven and Earth responded to it.

Mountain ranges, plains, and even entire cities rolled with the surging waves, rising and falling amidst them.

Boom boom boom!

Thousands of waves turned into water dragons soaring into the sky, lifting endless Spiritual Energy, dirt, and moisture, tearing open countless fierce cracks in mid-air, roaring, hissing, and growling.

Colliding with each other, they howled towards Liang Hui, who stood mid-air!

"A mere mortal, daring to defy an Immortal!"

A chilling and severe will, cold enough to freeze the void itself, flowed with the water dragons across the heavens and the earth:

"Do you think that by defeating an old man, you can devour the human world, and defeat an Immortal?"

The Blue Armored Battle Immortal’s eyes shone with an icy fierceness.

What was he?

One of the nine War Generals of the Celestial Court, by nature transcendent and holy, he had ascended to a high position in the Celestial Court a hundred thousand years ago, commanding respect from billions of common mortals and even those who had become divinities.

At his word, billions would bow in worship, life and death held in his hands.

When had it become the turn of a being, who had risen to prominence in less than half a month, to look down upon, to mock him?

So what if he defeated the Shangqing Sovereign with one move?

He was not a frail mortal old man.

The Marquis of Myriad Refinements, standing behind the Blue Armored Battle Immortal, desperately resisted the surrounding moisture.

At the same time, his eyes brimmed with a murderous intent, directed at the Immortal before him, without any concealment.

The Marquis’s Court’s territory was ruined!

And the ghostly deity standing at the side of the Marquis of Myriad Refinements simply vanished from sight.

Mist filled the air, soaking half of Liang Hui’s sleeve, his body slightly tilted, releasing a supremely powerful Blood Qi that surged into the sky, like a great sun hanging across it, illuminating the heavens and earth, forming a sea of divine light behind him.

"The old Daoist was fairly competent, compared to you he was only slightly less."

The palm that suppressed the old man was now held behind his back.

The free hand stretched out frontward, its fingertips shifting a thousand times in the fraction of a moment, each change representing the pinnacle of a different technique.

With each transformation, a beast would leap out from the divine light behind, clinging onto the tip of the fist.

These beasts included peacocks, Azure Dragons, Heavenly Foxes, and creatures with human torsos and snake tails... each one was fierce and terrifyingly abnormal.

At the fist’s tip, billions of ferocious beasts strained to roar, bellow, and burn everything, propelling the fist forward.

In this moment, even the Heavenly Fox Emperor, who spied upon the battlefield with the help of ghostly eyes, had a beautiful face fraught with solemnity.

The outcome was determined!

Without hesitation, he directly destroyed the ghostly body and cut off all remaining traces. If he could not trouble the other, he would hide himself well.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of water dragons were instantly crushed to pieces by the fist’s tip, yet they continued to fall and follow as if they were endless.

But the fist’s tip always moved forward, crossing space, smashing through thousands of obstructions, approaching the Blue Armored Battle Immortal.

In this moment, the Blue Armored Battle Immortal’s face, usually cold and stern, revealed a hint of pallor for the first time, as his path was actually being forced back by the opponent’s Fistful Intent.

Suddenly, he turned, looking back at the Marquis of Refinement and let out a slightly anxious growl,

"Marquis, act quickly, offer the Celestial Court ruins, and kill this great Mo."

But the next instant, the Blue Armored Battle Immortal’s face stiffened, staring hard at the sarcasm on the Marquis of Refinement’s face, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

Then, right under his gaze, the Marquis of Refinement turned and left.

"Marquis of Refinement, you deserve to die."

"Being so foolish, if I die, do you think you can live?"

Rage in his heart nearly burned everything, but it ultimately turned into uncontrollable fear.

Liang Hui, as his opponent, would naturally realize when the other’s spirit was in chaos.

The punches, containing the foundation of his own path, and the overwhelming Qi-Blood had already been forcefully unleashed. Amidst the shattering of numerous water dragons, the engulfing of waves, and the Blue Armored Battle Immortal’s unwilling roar,

It struck his chest.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion reverberated through heaven and earth.

That magnificent body instantly crumbled to pieces, with flesh, soul, and vital force all blasted into ashes.

Eliminating all possibilities of revival.

Liang Hui stood in the sky, his palm open, looking at the blue armor shard in his palm before eventually putting it away.

Then, he turned his gaze toward the earth below; his vision was full of bloodshed and chaos, and as he tried desperately to look into the distance, it was still mired in mud and corpses.

In the young man’s eyes, there was not a trace of joy for his victory.

A sigh echoed in the reverent and longing gaze of an old man, as he stepped into the chariot and took his seat upon the cushion.

The hand he carried on his back stretched out, revealing the old Daoist who was still struggling within.

Liang Hui closed his eyes, his thoughts passing through the five-colored splendid light, revealing a shadow sitting in front of the old Daoist.

At this moment, the wildly ferocious old Daoist also stopped and looked at the young man who had appeared.

After a silent moment, a look of loss appeared in his eyes.

"Qingcang, my friend, you’ve won."

"Have they all died?"

"Is there a difference?"

Liang Hui spoke, his voice deep.

The old Daoist was visibly startled, and then he burst into loud laughter.

"You’re right. After this battle, life and death have already been sealed for them."

"Come, kill me."

The old Daoist, disheveled, had a look of resignation in his eyes.

The youth’s palm caressed the surrounding five-colored brilliance.

"You must die, but not now."

"A living strong person has considerable value to me."

"Value?"

Liang Hui did not answer, his figure slowly dissipating.

The youth sitting in the chariot opened his eyes and looked at Yi Wuyun who was driving the chariot.

"Forward!"

"As you wish, Teacher."