Chapter 294 - Chapter 292 Chapter 289: The Assault of the Pure Yang Saint Body (2/2)

The mysterious rainbow light swept powerfully across the Dao Mountain, scattering the congregation of old cultivators who were amassing the fate of the Grand Yu Divine Dynasty with unstoppable momentum. Already straining, they were hit by the impact, and immediately, some burst into showers of blood, dissipating into a mist of gore.

The rainbow light violently collided with Fang Wang, dispersing the sea of clouds above and revealing a clear sky that stretched for ten thousand miles, even the myriads of heavenly thunder were shattered.

As the light faded, a man in black with a bamboo hat floating before Fang Wang appeared. In his right hand, he held a flute, the bottom end of which was pressed against Fang Wang’s chest but had not pierced through his skin.

Silver light shone upon the man’s face, his pupils dilating suddenly as a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes.

Fang Wang, whose true face was obscured by the silver light, asked in an indifferent tone, “Who might you be, sir, and from whence do you come?”

With a slight tilt of his head, the man in black looked down upon Fang Wang and responded, “Li Chunyang, a cultivator long forgotten by the Mortal Realm.”

Fang Wang stood up and rose higher, towering over Li Chunyang, looking down upon him.

Li Chunyang raised his head to meet his gaze and asked with interest, “What extraordinary skill have you practiced? I sense the aura of the Vajra Invincible Saint Body on you.”

Looking down at him, Fang Wang asked indifferently, “I have cultivated the Heavenly Gang Supreme Yang Tyrant Body, a domineering form I created by fusing the Vajra Invincible Saint Body with the Heavenly Body. Would you like to experience its might?”

As for the Immaculate Dao Bones, Fang Wang felt it was better not to mention them. If they attracted the envy of The Upper Realm, that could lead to trouble.

“The Heavenly Gang Supreme Yang Tyrant Body…”

Li Chunyang murmured to himself before tilting the flute in his hand, and the wooden box behind him suddenly turned into a floating powder, drifting away as tendrils of black mist emerged like tentacles, quickly enveloping his body.

The bamboo hat flew into the distant rolling dust clouds and vanished.

Strong cultivators arrived one after the other, intending to encircle Li Chunyang, but upon seeing Fang Wang raise his hand, signaling them to back off, they instantly stopped. However, they did not retreat and stood with a fierce glare fixed on Li Chunyang.

Suddenly, Hong Xian’er’s voice arose from below, “Fang Wang, Li Chunyang was considered by my father emperor to be the most troublesome enemy and also the premier talent of the Eastern Mortal Realm four thousand years ago!”

After hearing this, Fang Wang remained unmoved, still waiting for Li Chunyang to absorb the power within the wooden box.

As the black mist dissipated, Li Chunyang’s true form was revealed. His black clothes were overlaid with a layer of scales, and his garments fluttered as if he was a humanoid beast, while the flute in his hand had transformed into a long saber wreathed in black flames.

Li Chunyang looked up, half of his face covered in black flame patterns, his features twisted into a fearsome visage. His hair danced wildly as he stared defiantly at Fang Wang, radiating a terrifying murderous intent.

“The Heavenly Gang Supreme Yang Tyrant Body? Claiming to be domineering, how very arrogant! Fang Wang, why don’t I let you experience my Pure Yang Saint Body, a physique of my own creation acknowledged by the Descending Dragon Great Saint!”

With a spirited declaration, Li Chunyang soared upward, matching Fang Wang’s height, the saber pointing towards him.

As his words fell, a vast oppressive force enveloped heaven and earth; every creature within the Imperial City felt the temperature soaring rapidly, and the flora in every courtyard wilted before their very eyes.

Fang Wang raised his right hand, slowly clenched his fist, and a more overwhelming pressurizing force descended, causing Li Chunyang to show concern.

Boom!

Li Chunyang’s eyes widened, for he only perceived a blur in front of him. Fang Wang had closed in on him too swiftly for him to react, and Fang Wang’s right fist punched straight through his chest. Blood sprayed from his back, blooming into a tragically beautiful blood flower in mid-air.

“So fast… how is this possible…”

Li Chunyang’s pupils contracted, unable to believe what he was thinking.

He did not panic but immediately activated his powers, calling upon the Pure Yang Spiritual Power within his Pure Yang Saint Body.

Li Chunyang burst into black flames, but as soon as the flames rose less than thirty feet, Fang Wang’s right arm trembled, and Li Chunyang’s physical body abruptly dispersed into a blood mist, the fearsome impact force sweeping in all directions, scouring the sea of clouds at the horizon.

The Firmament seemed to have been cleansed of all impurities in an instant, turning into a blank slate.