Chapter 915 - To Yield (1/2)

Chapter 915: To Yield

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

Hmph!

The eyes of everyone from the White Army were instantly filled with seething killing intent, and killing intent was also surging up from Priest Longmai.

Fang Xingjian looked at Priest Longmai and asked, “You’re the White Army’s Commander, right?”

Before he finished speaking, he appeared in front of Priest Longmai with a flash.

Fang Xingjian’s movement—which was at a speed akin to light speed—surpassed the imaginations of everyone present, and no one was able to react in time. Priest Longmai was the only one who managed to react, dealing out a hasty palm strike. White light emitted out from each and every pore from his body, and the extremely pure white energy channeled into each of his cells.

Under the scanning from Fang Xingjian’s martial art, Priest Longmai constantly drew out white energy from the ring, circulating them in his physical body.

This meant that he kept on using the ring’s energy to reinforce and strengthen his physical body, turning it into an existence that was similar to that of a conjured physique.

The strength of this White Army’s Commander was already about that of a tier two Divine level expert.

Right now, the energy in his body which was supplied by the ring started to seethe. It kept on circulating in a unique way—stacking together, condensing in his palm, and then turning into a white vortex.

This hastily performed palm strike was already comparable to a full power attack from Priest Tie.

Faced with Priest Longmai’s palm attack, Fang Xingjian did not run nor dodge. He just allowed it to hit his chest.

As a loud rumble rang out, streams of air currents scattered out in all directions from the point where Fang Xingjian’s chest and Priest Longmai’s palm met.

The earth tremored, and strong gales gushed out. Everyone was unable to withstand the surging air currents and retreated wildly. Jessica was also grabbed by Priest Tie, and they retreated to a distance of over 1,000 meters away.

At the center of the battlefield, Fang Xingjian appeared unscathed before everyone.

Fang Xingjian’s body was strong enough to begin with. Moreover, right now, his body also contained the Immortality Saint’s strength. After the two of them merged together, their battle prowess had increased tremendously. It could be said that even Fang Xingjian was unsure what kind of damage he could deal if he were to go all out and attack right now.

Patting away the dust that could not be seen on his shoulders, Fang Xingjian looked at Priest Longmai and said, “High mastery in technique, but the strength is too weak. This is your full power?”

Priest Longmai’s countenance was now extremely grim. White energy gushed out from his body once again, forming a huge white dragon around him.

The huge dragon twisted its body and caused the air to seethe. With each and every movement coming from it, it was as if the entire small world would shake gently.

This was Priest Longmai’s ultimate skill—a white dragon that he had spent 100 years condensing in his body using the ring’s energy. It had almost gathered all of his powers, spirit, and will, and it was also the foundation of his pursuit of Dao.

He was thinking of being reborn into this white dragon after his death, then he would step onto the true path of Dao.

At the next moment, the huge white dragon released a long roar toward the sky. Its body swelled up and seemed to be transforming. Then it charged out toward Fang Xingjian like a divine dragon from beyond the heavens.

The white dragon crossed a great distance and instantly swallowed Fang Xingjian’s entire body. Following this, it just continued to shoot out without stopping at all, passing through a distance of over ten kilometers. The land became barren wherever it passed by, and all matter was completely disintegrated by the white energy, turning the place into a vacuum state.

After performing this move, Priest Longmai seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. More wrinkles and age spots started to appear on his face.

A hint of pain flashed in his eyes. ‘A pity, a pity. I’ve worked hard to cultivate for 100 years, but all my hard work has gone down in vain.’

As for Fang Xingjian, the Priest Longmai did not think that he would be able to survive that earlier attack. The high density of white energy could vaporize any matter, leaving nothing alive at all.

This was his ultimate move that he had kept as a trump hidden up his sleeves. He would need to spend a minimum of over ten years to recondense the white dragon that had depleted a large portion of its powers. It was why the Priest Longmai felt so pained to have used it.

If it was not because the battle prowess displayed by Fang Xingjian was too astonishing, he would not have made the prompt decision to use this move.

However, at the next moment, his pupils contracted abruptly. In disbelief, he looked toward where Fang Xingjian had been standing.