Chapter 42 – Master Yi (1/2)

Chapter 42 – Master Yi

“No!” Ye Wei’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked around him. He grunted in agony as he was saddened by his fallen brothers and sisters bathed in blood.

As the red palms approached Ye Wei, the spine-chilling force intensified exponentially. His bones started to crack and his wounded body couldn’t stop bleeding, even his Sentient which was protected by the golden light was starting to rupture. His whole body was on the edge of breaking.

The pain Ye Wei suffered from his tearing Sentient was ten times greater than his body was enduring; the pain was striking his soul. However strong Ye Wei’s mind was, there was no way he could stay conscious for much longer.

Suffering from critical haemorrhaging, his blood started coming out of the pores on Ye Wei’s skin. He was no longer conscious, but his body was somehow still standing straight!

“Buzz!”

Just as Ye Wei lost consciousness, the mystic mountain appeared in Ye Wei’s Sentient, and the golden light started repairing and patching up the cracks.

Some of the energy even escaped his Sentient and rushed throughout the rest of his body, into his blood, muscles, and bones. This energy silently nourished Ye Wei’s body causing it to repair and even strengthen itself at an incredible rate! Bathing in this energy, his body would have the strength of a four star Student in mere minutes.

What Ye Wei was experiencing sped up his cultivation enormously. He was catching up to the naturally gifted children his age, but his life is now at risk. It was at the mercy of his luck and the gigantic red palms shown no sign of stopping!

“Little Wei!”

Ye Zheng Qing looked at his grandson in despair. Hoping it was not too late, he hastefully injected his Qi into the bone bracelet.

The large green bird in the sky shook and broke through the vines with a couple wing strikes then it flew towards Ye Wei immediately after it got free.

The patriarch’s bracelet was actually a six star medium grade Mystic Arm. The stance within was powerful enough to threaten even a seven star Warrior. However, the distance between him and Ye Wei was far, despite the effort the red palms made contact with Ye Wei.

“No!” Ye Zheng Qing’s vocal cord was close to tearing. His cry echoed throughout the arena; it was the only sound that could be heard.

Zhou Wu was extremely excited, his lips curved upwards showing a sadistic smile. It has been too long since he last saw a bloodbath. He had been picturing himself drawing blood since the fight broke out.

“Who dares hurt my apprentice?!” An angry voice came out of nowhere loud as thunder. It staggered everyone in the arena. The cry was powerful as a force of nature.

Before the voice faded, a sequence of some three-hundred runes appeared in the skyline and merged together instantly radiating a blinding light. They formed thirty golden fists with unproportionally large knuckles, filling the sky.

This mighty presence made everyone at the arena think that a god had arrived it seemed as if the sky itself was pressing down onto them.

The condensed prime Warriors were the only ones who had an idea of what was happening. The Du Patriarch and general Zhou were two of the strongest men in Green Moon City, but they were shivering under this pressure like everyone else.

Rays of golden light from the fists shone onto the red palms and subsequently dissolved them in an instant right above the Ye camp.

“Swish!”

The golden fists dropped from the sky like a rain of comets. They accelerated towards Du Yuan Ming, Zhou Wu, and Dong Ho. These fists connected with the three in a flash, and their chests took most of the hits. All three were sent flying and spinning like a kite with its string cut.