Chapter 355 Fierce Battle Against the Seven Star Dou Sheng

On the other side.

Yao Tian and Yao Ling entered the Pill World and began quickly searching for medicinal ingredients.

Their Medicine Clan Bloodline gave them an extremely keen sense for medicinal ingredients.

The two were extremely fast; in just three or four hours, they had already collected two of the three medicinal ingredients on their list.

Yao Ling put a Soul Heart Lotus into her storage ring and looked up at the sky: "We are still missing one Nine-Leaf Begonia."

Yao Tian gave an affirmative sound and scanned his surroundings: "It's to the west, deep underground. Let's go."

The two continued forward, their steps composed.

They didn't feel much amazement for this independent space, the Pill World.

The Medicine Clan's territory was much larger and more stable than this, and rare medicinal ingredients there covered the mountains and plains; compared to this increasingly desolate Small World before them, it was truly not on the same level.

Half an hour later, the Nine-Leaf Begonia was obtained.

Yao Ling put the last medicinal ingredient into her storage ring and was about to speak when she saw Yao Tian suddenly stop, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Brother?"

Yao Tian did not answer, merely staring at the dense forest ahead, his Qi faintly circulating throughout his body.

The next moment, his expression changed.

Two figures walked slowly out of the dense forest.

One had black robes and white hair, his face young to the point of being eerie, a smirk-like arc playing on the corners of his mouth.

The other wore grey robes with his hands hanging down, following behind in a respectful posture, his aura obscure and cold.

Yao Ling's pupils contracted suddenly.

She was too familiar with that aura.

The fluctuation of a Dou Di Bloodline.

"People from the Hun Clan?!"

Yao Tian stepped forward half a pace, shielding Yao Ling behind him, his gaze fixed tightly on the black-robed, white-haired figure.

Hun Xuzi.

This name was not unfamiliar among the many Emperor Clans.

A Genius of the Hun Clan, he had infiltrated the Pill Tower in his early years to study under a master, and after his identity was exposed, it ignited a battle between the Hun Clan and the Pill Tower.

Of course, it was only a part of the Hun Clan.

And now, it was said that he was already one of the core figures of the Hun Clan.

He stopped, his gaze sweeping over Yao Tian and Yao Ling, the arc on his mouth deepening slightly.

"Originally, you were hiding in the Medicine Clan, and I was worried I wouldn't find an opportunity. I didn't expect the Pill Gathering to provide such great convenience."

Yao Tian said in a deep voice: "Hun Xuzi, what do you want to do? Start a war between the Medicine Clan and the Hun Clan?"

Hun Xuzi laughed.

That smile carried a hint of mockery and a hint of nonchalance.

"Just relying on the two of you?"

He paused, standing with his hands behind his back, his tone as flat as if he were speaking of an insignificant matter: "If it weren't for those guys from the Gu Clan constantly watching, your Medicine Clan would have already ended up like the Spirit Clan."

The expressions of Yao Tian and Yao Ling changed simultaneously.

The Spirit Clan.

That Emperor Clan which had suddenly disappeared from the continent several years ago, its territory shattered, and its tribesmen missing without a trace.

Rumors outside were chaotic; some said the Spirit Clan had provoked an enemy they shouldn't have, others said the Spirit Clan had migrated as a whole to an unknown land.

But at this moment, Hun Xuzi's words gave everything an answer.

"You..."

Before Yao Tian could finish his words, Hun Xuzi had already raised his hand.

A vast, suffocating pressure erupted from within his body!

Seven-Star Dou Sheng.

That pressure crushed down like a physical object; the surrounding air instantly solidified, the ground cracked, and trees shattered.

Yao Tian let out a muffled groan, his legs went soft, and he was pressed to his knees on the ground.

He gritted his teeth, desperately circulating the Qi within his body, wanting to stand up. But the gap between a Seven-Star Dou Sheng and a Dou Zun was like a chasm.

Yao Ling was also suppressed by that pressure, unable to move, her face pale, fine cold sweat seeping from her temples.

Hun Xuzi looked at the two, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"The Medicine Clan's Bloodline is indeed not bad.

Once I take you back to the clan and cultivate you well, breaking the Medicine Clan from the inside out will be just around the corner."

He raised his hand, pitch-black light condensing in his palm, and slowly reached toward Yao Tian.

Yao Tian stared fixedly at that hand drawing closer, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

Just at this moment—

"I didn't expect you guys to actually sneak in."

A calm voice suddenly sounded in the space.

Hun Xuzi's movements came to a sudden halt.

He looked up, his gaze passing over Yao Tian and Yao Ling, landing on the dark-robed figure that had appeared at the edge of the dense forest at some unknown time.

Shen Wen.

He stood there, hands behind his back, his expression as calm as if he were merely passing by.

Hun Xuzi stared at him for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Shen Wen? I hadn't gone to find you yet, but you actually delivered yourself to my doorstep."

Hun Xuzi's brows furrowed slightly.

His Seven-Star Dou Sheng pressure poured down, enough to make an ordinary Dou Zun kneel and be unable to rise.

Yet this young man before him merely stood there, his robes fluttering slightly, but his spine remained straight.

No.

He added a bit of force.

Shen Wen's shoulders sank slightly, but he still did not fall.

A trace of surprise finally flashed in Hun Xuzi's eyes.

"Interesting."

Shen Wen ignored him. He took a deep breath, and the phantoms of eight ancestral talismans lit up in his body simultaneously.

Flame Talisman Transformation.

His aura broke through Dou Zun and entered directly into Dou Sheng.

Space Transformation.

One-Star Dou Sheng Middle Stage.

Devouring Transformation.

One-Star Dou Sheng Late Stage.

Azure Heaven Hegemon Body. Nine divine phantoms appeared behind him, and his aura rose again.

Desolate Ancient Saint Body. His Qi and blood soared into the sky, and the crimson blood light dyed even the grey sky red.

dragon phoenix ancient armor. Purple-gold light surged from under his skin, condensing into an invisible barrier around his body.

Azure Heaven Dragon Transformation Art. Purple-cyan scales covered his entire body, and ancient runes flowed on every single one.

Present Tathagata Sutra. Pale golden Buddha light shone from within his body, intertwining with his Qi and blood.

primordial dragon bone. A low dragon roar issued from between his bones, and every inch of bone was trembling.

Shen Wen's aura climbed crazily in just a few breaths—

Two-Star Dou Sheng.

Three-Star Dou Sheng.

Four-Star Dou Sheng.

It surged all the way to the Middle Stage of Four-Star Dou Sheng before that climbing momentum finally slowed down.

He stood there, his body's Qi and blood surging straight into the sky like wolf smoke, the eight ancestral talisman phantoms rotating slowly behind him, and the purple-gold dragon scales flickering with a cold luster under the dim light.

Yao Tian knelt on the ground, looking up at this scene, his pupils contracting slightly.

What kind of person was this?

His Medicine Clan had a Legacy of ten thousand years and a deep Foundation, but among the younger generation in the clan who were touted as geniuses, who could achieve this step?

From Dou Zun to Four-Star Dou Sheng, the span was not just a little bit; it was an entire major Realm.

Yao Ling stood behind him, her lips slightly parted, and those eyes born with the Heavenly Realm were filled with disbelief.

Even their Emperor Clans had no way to have such a terrifying boost.

Hun Xuzi stared at Shen Wen, the smile on his mouth fading slightly.

"Four-Star Dou Sheng." He repeated softly, his tone carrying a hint of emotion, "No wonder Hun Qianmo would fall into your hands."

He paused, standing with his hands behind his back, black mist churning around his body: "But you shouldn't be unaware of the gap between a Four-Star and a Seven-Star, right?"

The moment his words fell, he moved.

No flashy opening, no charging up.

He merely raised his hand, his five fingers gripping the air, and a pitch-black chain shot out from his palm, biting toward Shen Wen's throat like a venomous snake!

The chain was pitch-black, with strange runes flowing on its surface, and wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch like fragile glass.

Soul Chain.

One of the Hun Clan's proudest Dou Techniques, formed from the power of the Soul, specifically designed to break physical defenses.

Shen Wen did not dodge.

He raised his hand and punched out.

Heavenly Emperor Fist.

This punch had no tricks; it was the purest force. But wherever the fist wind passed, the air emitted a harsh explosive sound, and space was torn open into a hideous gash.

The fist and chain collided.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed in the valley. Violent energy fluctuations exploded, uprooting the surrounding trees, and the ground was shaved off by a layer.

Hun Xuzi did not move a muscle.

Shen Wen retreated half a step.

A shallow white mark was slowly fading on his fist.

With dragon phoenix ancient armor and Desolate Ancient Saint Body, the defensive power of this Physical Body was already strong enough to take a Seven-Star Dou Sheng's attack head-on without breaking the skin.

Hun Xuzi's brows furrowed.

He looked down at the chain in his palm, then looked up at Shen Wen, and suddenly sneered: "What a hard shell."

Shen Wen did not give him time to continue sighing.

Xing Character Secret was activated at full power, his speed reaching the extreme, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared ten zhang in front of Hun Xuzi.

Another punch.

Heavenly Emperor Fist.

The fist wind was like thunder, carrying the blessing of the eight ancestral talismans, and carrying the full power of the Azure Heaven Hegemon Body, Desolate Ancient Saint Body, Azure Heaven Dragon Transformation Art, and Present Tathagata Sutra.

The power of this punch was more than double what it was just now.

Hun Xuzi raised his hand, and the Soul Chain wove into a pitch-black shield in front of him.

The fist and shield collided.

Boom!

Hun Xuzi took a step back.

His expression finally changed.

Not because of the power of this punch—a Four-Star Dou Sheng's attack could not yet damage his Foundation as a Seven-Star Dou Sheng.

It was because of space.

He had just attempted to use Space Power to freeze Shen Wen, only to find that his control over space was like a sham in front of this young man.

Silver-grey light flowed around Shen Wen; that was the power of the space ancestral talisman.

Any Space Power that attempted to approach him would be torn apart, devoured, and assimilated by that power.

"You..." Before Hun Xuzi could finish his words, Shen Wen's third punch had already arrived.

He gritted his teeth, no longer testing.

The Soul Chain condensed into a hundred-zhang-long giant python in front of him, opening its hideous mouth and biting toward Shen Wen.

The giant python was pitch-black, with strange runes flowing on every scale, emitting a suffocating, cold, and chilly aura.

Shen Wen did not retreat.

He formed seals with his hands, Huangquan Heavenly Fury.

Invisible sound waves erupted from his mouth, colliding with that giant Soul Chain python.

The two forces stalemated for a moment, then both exploded.

Shen Wen was pushed back several zhang by the air wave, and Hun Xuzi also retreated half a step.

His expression sank completely.

This kid clearly only had the aura of a Four-Star Dou Sheng, yet the power he unleashed was far beyond this level.

Those strange boosting methods, those endless secret techniques, and that almost indestructible Physical Body.

He took a deep breath, and black mist surged around his body.

He couldn't drag this out any longer.

With such a big commotion in the Pill World, those old guys from the Pill Tower couldn't possibly not notice.

However, just as he was preparing to use his full power—

Three terrifying auras descended simultaneously.

Xuan Danzi.

Old Monster Lin.

Old Man Shennong.

Three figures stepped out from the void, surrounding Hun Xuzi in a triangular formation.

Old Man Shennong leaned on his cane, his gaze landing on Hun Xuzi, his murky old eyes carrying coldness: "A junior of the Hun Clan, you have quite some guts."

Xuan Danzi did not speak, merely raising his hand, and a silver-grey light curtain instantly enveloped the entire valley.

Space Lock.

Old Monster Lin stood beside Shen Wen, looking him up and down, and only after confirming he wasn't injured did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Are you alright?"

Shen Wen shook his head.

Hun Xuzi's expression changed completely.

He stared at these three figures before him.

Two Six-Star Dou Sheng, one Five-Star Dou Sheng.

Plus Shen Wen, this monster who could withstand a Seven-Star Dou Sheng.

He took a deep breath and opened his palm.

A ball of pitch-black flame surged from his palm, swelling with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into an all-encompassing sea of fire.

Void Swallowing Flame.

sub-flame.

Wherever that flame passed, space was devoured and dissolved, and even light could not escape.

Old Man Shennong's brows furrowed slightly, and the Living Spirit Flame surged from within his body, transforming into an emerald-green barrier, blocking that black fire outside.

But the devouring power of the Void Swallowing Flame was too overbearing; the barrier of the Living Spirit Flame was being eaten away bit by bit.

Shen Wen did not hesitate.

The primordial stone tablet flew out from his palm, swelling with the wind, and the runes on the tablet lit up simultaneously, emitting a vast and ancient pressure.

The dark holy scythe was raised, and with one slash, the pitch-black blade light tore through the void, tearing a gash in that black fire.

The heavenly disk of annihilation appeared above his head, dark golden light erupted, and those torn-open black flames were completely annihilated.

The phantoms of the eight ancestral talismans lit up behind him simultaneously, the eight original powers intertwining into a brilliant wheel of light, crushing toward Hun Xuzi.

Hun Xuzi's face turned pale.

He bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of Essence Blood sprayed onto the Void Swallowing Flame in his palm.

That sub-flame surged violently, transforming into a pitch-black wall of fire, blocking all of Shen Wen's attacks.

But the fire wall only held for three breaths.

Three breaths later, the powers of the primordial stone tablet, dark holy scythe, heavenly disk of annihilation, and the eight great ancestral talismans slammed onto the fire wall simultaneously, tearing that pitch-black light curtain into pieces.

Hun Xuzi let out a muffled groan, retreating several zhang, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He did not hesitate.

He formed seals with his hands, and a strange fluctuation surged from his body.

Soul-Devouring Demonic Sound.

This was the Hun Clan's top Soul-attack secret technique, and driven by his Heavenly Realm Great Perfection Soul cultivation, its power was enough to severely injure a Dou Sheng of the same rank.

Shen Wen's footsteps paused for a moment.

But it was only a moment.

His Soul was also at the Heavenly Realm Great Perfection, and with the protection of the Past Amitabha Sutra, these sound waves, which were enough to shatter the Souls of ordinary Dou Sheng, were merely a breeze to him.

But this pause gave Hun Xuzi an opportunity.

He turned abruptly, tore open the space behind him with one palm, and stepped into it.

Before leaving, he looked back at Shen Wen.

Those pitch-black eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"The Hun Clan has noted this debt."

As the words fell, the space crack closed.

But just as he was stepping into the crack, the blade light of the dark holy scythe flashed and vanished.

An arm was severed at the shoulder.

Fresh blood sprayed, and the severed arm rolled twice in mid-air before being sucked into the great dao treasure bottle.

The space crack closed completely.

The valley quieted down.

Shen Wen stood in place, looking down at the bloodstain on his palm, his brows furrowed slightly.

High-level Dou Sheng were indeed difficult to deal with.

A Seven-Star Dou Sheng, even with him going all out and the assistance of three Dou Sheng, still managed to run away.

However—

He glanced at the arm still twitching in the great dao treasure bottle, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

It wasn't a wasted trip, after all.

In the distance, a grey-robed figure was quietly retreating into the dense forest.

Mu Gu Old Man.

He had been hiding on the side since the beginning of the battle, intending to follow and pick up some benefits after Hun Xuzi succeeded. But now that Hun Xuzi had run away, he hadn't kept up.

Shen Wen raised his eyes, his gaze landing on him.

Mu Gu Old Man's figure stiffened suddenly.

"You—"

He had just opened his mouth when the blade light of the dark holy scythe had already fallen.

His head soared into the sky, the cut at his neck as smooth as a mirror.

The great dao treasure bottle opened its mouth, sucking that head and the spraying blood mist into it.

The valley was completely quiet.

Yao Tian and Yao Ling were still kneeling on the ground, their faces pale, their gazes dull.

That battle just now, from Shen Wen's outburst to Hun Xuzi fleeing with a severed arm, took no more than a few dozen breaths in total.

A few dozen breaths.

A Four-Star Dou Sheng fighting a Seven-Star Dou Sheng, forcing the opponent to sever an arm and flee.

Yao Tian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat seemed to be blocked by something, unable to make any sound.

Yao Ling was calmer than him, but her eyes were similarly filled with shock.