The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 519 - 369: The Unyielding Warrior

Chapter 519: Chapter 369: The Unyielding Warrior

"Back away."

Li Yi bellowed fiercely, sensing that Ju Jiao’s strength had relaxed. He immediately seized the opportunity to launch another punch. The power of this punch, equally astonishing, shone with a silver brilliance. Divine Power burst forth as a terrifying Fist Power, pushing the nearly three-meter-tall giant backward several meters once again.

There appeared a clear Fist Mark on Ju Jiao’s chest, his large frame staggering backward, but he quickly caught his footing again with his great sword planted on the ground.

However, the shock on his face did not subside: "Are you a Divine Blood Warrior?"

High Priest Mai Sui said, "The silver bones, there’s no mistake. He is indeed a Divine Blood Warrior, the descendant of a god, with the blood of the divine flowing through his veins. He is not the same as the mutant beasts from the canyon who ate the Divine Fruit by accident. No wonder he went to the valley where the gods slumber, he must be following the guidance of his bloodline, seeking the inheritance from the gods."

"We were wrong, all of us. Our ancestors were followers of the divine. After the fall of the gods, they settled here, guarding this canyon generation after generation. That’s the origin of Shoushan Village. Now that the descendant of the gods has awakened the bloodline and returned, they’ve become the enemy of our Shoushan Village. What a cruel turn of events."

The High Priest seemed to be stimulated by something, muttering to himself while staring vacantly at the silver skeleton revealed by Li Yi.

"High Priest, are we still going to take action?" At this moment, Ju Jiao was also caught in hesitation.

He could ruthlessly kill an evil outsider, yet, he found himself unable to strike against a warrior of divine blood.

After briefly hesitating, the expression of the High Priest turned fierce once again: "Kill, we must kill. Blood vengeance has been formed. Even if he is a descendant of the gods, he must die. The ancestors are gone. For the peace and future of Shoushan Village, we have no other choice. We must not hesitate, even if it means going against our ancestors’ will."

"Besides, he now bears a grudge against us. If we show mercy now, he will destroy our village in the future. Ju Jiao, you are the most powerful warrior of Shoushan Village, you cannot be bound by the ancestors’ will. Think of your wife, your children, and the livelihood of so many people from Shoushan Village. You must bear this responsibility."

He then continued to brainwash Ju Jiao, urging him not to be influenced by the bloodline flowing in Li Yi.

Ju Jiao’s face showed a struggle, as someone who grew up in Shoushan Village, he was well-versed in the legends of the gods. Many elders throughout their lives longed for the appearance of someone carrying the divine blood, but when the descendant of the gods truly appeared before his eyes, he never imagined that he would be the one to slay them.

In this moment, he felt his faith collapsing.

But for the future of the village, he had no choice but to do so.

"Kill!"

Finally, he made up his mind. All the confusion, struggle, and pain turned into a reluctant roar. Clenching his great sword once again, he charged forward.

Above in the sky, clouds churned and crimson lightning crisscrossed. High Priest Mai Sui waved his staff, summoning the forces between heaven and earth, casting a spell.

Boom!

A bolt of crimson lightning suddenly struck down, hitting Li Yi in an instant.

Li Yi’s body surged with a silver flame. Before the lightning struck, the Hundred Refinement Gang Qi once again converged, forming a suit of armor that covered his entire body.

The lightning struck, but he resisted the blow with his powerful physique.

But before the lightning dissipated, Ju Jiao, wielding his great sword, had already rushed forward, aiming to settle the battle with the High Priest in one strike, intending to cut off Li Yi’s head and end this tragic fight.

However, the figure within the lightning did not fall; instead, a blinding flash of divine light burst out amidst the crimson lightning, dashing forward in an instant, meeting the giant sword swung fiercely by Ju Jiao.

"Ju Jiao, watch out for the needle," High Priest Mai Sui hastily warned.

Clearly, he had felt the power of the Fei Mu Needle; nothing in Shoushan Village could withstand it, not even the lightning.

But it was already too late.

As the Fei Mu Needle came hurtling forward, it pierced through the crimson lightning in a collision, shattered the great sword, and made a swift turn in midair, heading straight for Ju Jiao’s head.

Even an experienced warrior like Ju Jiao could not help but break out in a cold sweat at such a sudden attack.

He was unable to dodge, his sole option to move aside to avoid vital hits.

The next moment.

The Fei Mu Needle pierced one of his eyes and went through his eye socket.

Ju Jiao grunted in pain but did not take a step back, as one cannot retreat in a life-and-death battle; to retreat meant defeat. Thus, he roared, his muscles bulged, and he thrust a punch, shattering the lightning, aiming for Li Yi’s head.

Boom!

An enormous roar resonated, cracking the ground with its vibrations.

Li Yi was sent flying from within the lightning, his silver armor shattered piece by piece, although he was not severely injured. His body’s silver aura remained dazzling, impossible to overlook.

"The blood of the gods can actually withstand the attack of spells; the lightning strike is useless against him," the High Priest uttered, both startled and fearful.

He thought of the legends where the gods could command lightning and thunder, surmount fire, unfazed by all of nature; he realized what was happening.

"Fire."

Taking advantage of the opponent’s strike to rapidly retreat, Li Yi created enough space for the thunder-fighters in the sky to attack.

On a sudden command.

Above in the high skies, a dazzling beam of energy abruptly shot down, easily tearing through the gathering storm clouds, and then headed straight for Ju Jiao.

The attack came too fast.

"What?" Ju Jiao was shocked, unable to dodge, and was instantly hit.

"Ah!"

The intense pain of Ju Jiao echoed through the scorching high-energy beam. This charged energy beam cannon, once successfully hitting its target, was powerful enough to kill a warrior of the Spirit Power Realm. Although Ju Jiao had an astonishing physique, Li Yi still found it somewhat unrealistic to think he could withstand the attack of a thunder fighter aircraft with his flesh alone.

"Chief."

"Ju Jiao."

The other warriors from Shoushan Village were also terrified at the sight.

However, after one attack, the nearby ground turned into scorched earth, and the air was filled with the hot breath of aftermath.

At this moment, Ju Jiao still stood tall on the ground. He held up his broken great sword trying to block the strike, but the great sword had already been dissolved by the high-energy beam, and his body was charred, looking as though he had been desiccated, significantly thinner than before, with fresh blood continuously pouring out of the cracks, and the ground was soaked with his blood.

"Is he dead?"

Li Yi’s gaze shifted slightly, and just to be cautious, he once again controlled the Fei Mu Needle to take flight, then aimed the divine needle straight at the charred figure’s head.

But the next moment.

The charred figure moved, letting out a tremendous roar, easily dodging the attack of the Fei Mu Needle, and then bursting through the air, charging wildly. In just the blink of an eye, he had reached Li Yi, swinging his fist once again. This time, his fist pulsed with a bright red glow, containing a shocking aura.

"No way, he’s still alive after that?"

Li Yi was shocked, but he quickly adjusted. As a Martial Artist’s temperament took over, he steadied his stance and the silver glow enveloping his body ignited as if in flames, rising up immediately. His soul commanded his flesh, unlocking all the potential shackles within him,

"Come!"

He shouted, unleashing the Fist Mark, as the image of an enraged Vajra manifested once more, now intent on delivering salvation to this unyielding life in front of him.

Fist against fist.

The ultimate collision of force exploded between the two.

The ground sunk and then cracked. Then a silver radiance and a streak of red light spread out. Just the residual impact sent several Shoushan Village warriors flying away. The surroundings were like an earthquake had occurred, with rumbling noises echoing continuously underground.

Afterwards.

A silver figure was sent flying from the center of the collision.

Blood and flesh were blasted from Li Yi’s arm, torn pieces scattering in the air, revealing the indestructible silver skeleton, as a spurt of fresh blood gushed out, and his aura instantly waned.

Even though his body had undergone metamorphosis and his strength had greatly improved, he was still no match for this mighty warrior from Shoushan Village in a life-or-death fight.

After being thrown back dozens of meters, Good Wings let out a cry, its massive size casting shadows in mid-air, and with incredible speed, it intercepted Li Yi from behind.

Boom!

A muffled collision sound was heard as Good Wings retreated several meters before barely catching Li Yi.

"It’s okay, I won’t die."

The next moment, Li Yi struggled to stand up. Seeing his arm stripped of flesh, leaving only a silver skeleton, he couldn’t help but grimace in pain, his face turning somewhat pale.

The warriors of this world are truly goddamn freaks.

To withstand the charged cannon of a thunder fighter aircraft with a mere body and not die is one thing, but to also explode with power is another.

What could they possibly achieve if they mastered the Cultivation Method?

Such a physique is too terrifying.

But even so, the opponent still reached the end of his life.

After this punch, the charred Ju Jiao stood motionless as if he had become a statue, utterly devoid of the breath of life.

He intended to take Divine Blood Warrior Li Yi with him before dying, but unfortunately, the potential of the descendants of Divine Blood was too extraordinary. Even such a blow could only burst the flesh of Li Yi but failed to destroy that silver skeleton.

"Ju Jiao." The High Priest Mai Sui, sensing Ju Jiao’s death, couldn’t help but feel a mix of sorrow and anger.

Could the strongest warrior of Shoushan Village not defeat a Divine Blood Warrior?

Is this the punishment for abandoning the will of their ancestors?

The High Priest Mai Sui knew very well that with the death of Ju Jiao, there was no longer a chance of victory in this battle. The other warriors, even combined, could not handle the opponent, not to mention the mutant beasts the enemy had brought.

"Chief, he’s dead."

"How could this be? Why would our chief lose?"

"This is impossible. I don’t believe it."

The other Shoushan Village warriors were also stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to comprehend Ju Jiao dying at the hands of that evil outsider.

"Roar!"

Niu Niu was still rampaging. It lifted its iron hooves and trampled a Shoushan Village warrior who had lost his focus underfoot, viciously stomping him to death. At this moment, its robust body was also covered in blood, scarred with marks of axe cuts and sword slashes.

But at this moment, the other warriors had lost the will to fight, quickly withdrawing to distance themselves from the mutant beast’s attacks.