The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 140 - 119: Striving Against the Sky Tipping (Alliance Leader Bonus: Johannes Van Den Berg)

Chapter 140: Chapter 119: Striving Against the Sky Tipping (Alliance Leader Bonus: Johannes Van Den Berg)

Accompanied by thunderous roars, the dark night was oppressive and suffocating.

At this moment, within the dilapidated ancient temple, a bloody battle was unfolding.

Close to twenty skilled martial artists, led by Jin Bufen, gathered their courage, each holding a steel sabre, roaring as they charged forward, risking their lives in an all-out effort to surround and kill one man.

As the last of the Blood Refining Warriors in this pursuit, upon seeing Han Sui’s death, Jin Bufen realized that his chances to strike were few, and the sabre he swung was fueled by all his Qi-Blood; it was the most spectacular slash of his life.

This slash was very fast.

So fast that it was almost invisible, and had it been an ordinary Blood Refining Warrior, they would likely have been cleaved in an instant, without even a moment to react.

Regrettably, the person standing before him was a Cultivator who had awakened their inspiration.

What is inspiration?

It refers to the situation where a person’s five senses have completely evolved, and the various senses interweave to form an almost instinctual biological perception. This ability, after evolution and transformation, would be considered nigh omniscient in the Four Seas and Eight Continents.

Li Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly at this moment.

In that moment, his eyes transformed into vertical pupils.

The vertical pupils, emitting a white light, appeared otherworldly and demonic, capturing the trajectory of that nearly invisible slash and the exact spot it was aimed at. Although it was an exquisite move, Li Yi perceived it beforehand, merely sidestepping slightly.

Such a magnificent slash, inexplicably, missed its mark.

"What?"

Jin Bufen was greatly shocked, then he faced those luminescent vertical pupils.

In that moment, he felt as though he was being targeted by a peerless beast, overcome with the sensation of instantly becoming prey. This feeling made one involuntarily shudder, even the courage of a Blood Refining Warrior shattered at this moment, ultimately enveloped by fear.

Is this person a demon, or has a ghost descended to the world?

Those eyes, do they wish to feed on all the martial artists of the world?

His mind in turmoil, Jin Bufen—a Swordman normally known for his composure—was now riddled with flaws.

"You are going to die."

Li Yi’s tall, robust figure soared through the air, raising a fist, unleashing a Combat Skill instinctively, a killing move of traditional martial arts.

The power of his fist resounded like thunder within the temple, causing ear-piercing pain, and the air itself seemed to shatter in that moment.

A surge of force spread from Li Yi’s fist.

"Such Divine Power... you’ve got to be joking."

Jin Bufen roared, trying to strike back with his sabre, but while his sabre was fast, Li Yi’s fist was faster.

With just one punch, a mist of blood sprayed from Jin Bufen’s chest, the terrifying force of the punch penetrating through his body, virtually obliterating his entire torso, leaving a distinct Fist Mark, puncturing front to back, extinguishing all life force of a Blood Refining Warrior.

Jin Bufen’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, then his body staggered backward, losing its balance, until, no longer able to stand, he breathed his last, the Treasure Saber clanging to the ground, as he collapsed onto the earth.

The second Blood Refining Warrior was killed with one strike.

However, the remaining subordinates did not fall back but seized this opportunity to attack Li Yi.

Li Yi’s vertical pupils gave a chilling glance, then his towering figure moved with the times, Jin Qi erupting from his body like an Extraordinary Creature. He met the onslaught of these villains, and with every swing of his arms and legs, bursts of terrifying fist power exploded, rending the air, and shaking souls.

In that instant.

It was as if thunder reverberated within the temple.

Each of Li Yi’s strikes was forceful and heavy, like the Thunder God beating his drum from the heavens or a True Dragon turning over on the earth. Just the shockwave alone was enough to terrify, as if one would lose their life if swept up in that Jin Qi, let alone withstand that dreadful punch directly.

"This, this..."

Rong Niang, who had been rescued, was too shocked to speak.

This fist, although it seemed ordinary, was actually the core boxing technique of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, but why did Li Yi’s fist seem like it brought a decrepit force back to miraculous life with the sound of his fist like the booming of thunder? Could it really have been produced by a mere martial artist? Or had the master played favorites, holding back when teaching them?

No, that wasn’t it.

There was nothing wrong with the boxing technique; it was Li Yi who was different. His physique harbored a terrifying Divine Power, and the force of his fists merely served to unleash that power.

"Li Yi’s valor is unequaled throughout the ages."

Rong Niang muttered to herself, as a phrase often uttered by the master suddenly resurfaced in her mind.

She had previously thought the master’s evaluation of his favorite disciple was too high, but now she saw that Li Yi was the true embodiment of that phrase.

Such an extraordinary person appears once in a thousand years across the Four Seas and Eight Continents.

At that moment.

As his master, Zhao Ge had stood up. Having drunk the Extraordinary Water, his body had recovered a lot, and his internal injuries had also healed considerably, dragging his old life back from the brink of ghost gate.

Now watching Li Yi fight without intervening, his gaze was intense.

With Han Sui and Jin Bufen dead, the rest were nothing more than chicken and dogs. Now they were merely cannon fodder, serving as opponents for Meng De to hone his boxing skills—for redemption.

They were of no concern.

However, Zhao Ge truly could not understand how his disciple had grown so astonishingly since their last parting, undergoing a transformation akin to rebirth.

Last time, Zhao Ge had asserted that Li Yi had the physique of Dragon Veins and Tiger Bones with Innate Divine Strength, a martial arts prodigy that appears once in centuries, and yet his foundation was able to undergo another metamorphosis. It was truly unimaginable. Li Yi’s potential had now exceeded the realm of mortals; he was indeed a divine being descended to earth, a ghost incarnated.