186: Chapter 186 Master, Run!

Yuan Tiangang reached out and tightened his mask.

He had already pushed the Tiangang Indestructible Body to its absolute limit.

Black and white Daoist Rhymes flowed gently across the surface of his body.

A cultivation base approaching the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm.

This level of strength was enough to contend with anything in the entire Southern Region.

Facing it with the three of them at the Middle Stage of the Saint Realm was indeed quite a challenge.

He tilted his head slightly, glanced at the two men to his left and right, and said in a deep voice,

"Generals, the opponent has burned through his national Luck to forcibly stack a Peak combat power."

"This battle is going to be a bit tricky!"

General Huo Qubing gripped the long halberd in his hand, his back ramrod straight.

Huo Qubing was born for war; the stronger the enemy, the more excited he became. A bold smile curled his lips.

"So what if he's at the Peak of the Saint Realm?"

"A Peak stacked by relying on ancestral Luck is hollow."

"It looks intimidating, but it might not be effective in a real fight."

Beside him, Li Wenzhong remained silent.

His long spear was already silently pointed directly at Holy Lord Lingxiao.

"With the enhancement of Luck, this person has strong explosive power in the Early Stage but terrible stamina. He won't last long."

"Moreover, the backlash of Luck on oneself is immense."

"If he can't defeat us in a short time, he will be consumed by the backlash. Even if he doesn't die, he'll be crippled."

Their back-and-forth commentary nearly caused Holy Lord Lingxiao to lose his composure.

What are you talking about?

You look down on me this much before the fight even starts?

Holy Lord Lingxiao wasted no more words.

They were right; his Peak state was borrowed.

The longer it dragged on, the heavier the national Luck backlash would be, and the faster his combat power would drop.

He had to end this quickly!

"Tyrant Emperor Suppressing the World, One Strike to Settle the Heavens!"

The moment Holy Lord Lingxiao raised his hand, the entire golden Domain trembled violently.

Countless golden Dao patterns converged from all directions, frantically condensing along his arm.

A giant golden hand, covering ten miles of the sky, slowly took shape.

The pressure from the palm of the giant hand caused the Void Realm to emit continuous creaking and shattering sounds.

The speed at which the giant hand descended was not fast, but it carried an unstoppable sense of heaviness.

Slow, but enough to crush everything.

"Hahaha, you mongrels, take this!"

Yuan Tiangang's eyes narrowed slightly. "Generals, be careful!"

"Tiangang Shrouding the World!"

The black and white Daoist Rhymes instantly exploded.

They surged upward frantically from the left and right, eventually forming an invisible barrier layer by layer. It stood at the very front, forcefully receiving the first wave of the giant hand's suppression.

BOOM!!

The moment the giant hand pressed down, the air was blasted into a vacuum.

The ground itself sank half an inch, and countless foundation stones buried deep underground shattered instantly.

The Void Realm beneath Yuan Tiangang's feet collapsed in layers, and his black robes danced wildly in the violent energy.

"Truly strong. This full-strength strike from a Saint Peak is indeed terrifying."

Just as the Saint Power was firmly suppressing the Tiangang Daoist Rhymes, Huo Qubing moved!

He shot out like a war arrow leaving a bowstring.

"Trying to act tough before this General with borrowed Luck? Watch me break your decaying Luck!"

Huo Qubing held his long halberd high above his head. The metal of the halberd vibrated, emitting a clear and piercing hum.

The cold light of the blade exploded as he slashed down fiercely, right into the center of the golden giant hand's palm!

Pshhh!

The hard and solid golden light of the Saint Dao was directly split open by the halberd, leaving a deep crack.

The crack spread rapidly along the palm lines, becoming dense and covering the entire giant hand in an instant.

"Li Wenzhong!!"

Following Huo Qubing's roar...

On the other side, Li Wenzhong tossed his long spear into the air, looking like a God of Thunder reborn.

Countless bolts of lightning power flickered and surged throughout his body.

"Thunder God Spear, Piercing the Firmament!"

Blinding thunderlight erupted from Li Wenzhong's entire body. As the long spear fell back down, he adjusted his stance and gripped the shaft tightly.

"Break!"

Carrying immense power, the long spear slammed into the giant hand.

Thump!

Pierced in a single strike!

The power of rushing thunder poured into the interior of the giant hand through the spear, instantly disrupting the flow of the entire Imperial Dao Law.

Crack!

With Li Wenzhong's thunderous strike, the massive golden hand shattered instantly.

"What?"

Holy Lord Lingxiao's body shook violently, his chest tightened, and the metallic taste of blood surged into his throat.

This... how is this possible?

If this strike had gone down, even if the Holy Lord Luoyue were here, they might not have dared to take it head-on.

Of these three, one blocked it, one damaged it, and the last delivered the fatal blow.

They neutralized his strongest attack in an instant?

It wasn't actually that he was weak.

It was that these three were too Heaven-Defying.

All three of them now possessed Five-Star Emperor Physiques!

Combined with their exclusive Cultivation Techniques and weapons...

Crushing others of the same rank was no problem at all.

Furthermore, Yuan Tiangang had seen through the flaw in this strike at a single glance.

Luck, Law, and Spiritual Qi.

These three powers were converged and interwoven in this strike.

That energy node was the weakness.

Once broken, it would cause the three energies to dissipate in disorder.

He could have originally maneuvered against Yuan Tiangang and the others for a while, but he went all-in from the start, and his weakness was seen through in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Tiangang sneered.

"Holy Lord Lingxiao, you've lived for thousands of years, yet you're still so impatient."

"Since you chose to fight us to the death,"

"Why be in such a hurry?"

"If you had maneuvered against us, you could have at least drained some of our Spiritual Qi."

"Who uses their ultimate move right at the start?"

"Not only did you exhaust yourself to death, but the three of us haven't suffered any losses!"

After Yuan Tiangang finished speaking, Holy Lord Lingxiao's old face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in anger.

His aura, which had been at the Peak of the Saint Realm, began to plummet instantly.

The golden light on his body dimmed at a visible rate.

Holy Lord Lingxiao pointed at Yuan Tiangang, his eyes nearly splitting from rage.

"You... you all will die a horrible death!"

Even as he said it, he felt it was ridiculous.

It was always others who said that to him; when had he ever been the one to say it to others?

Could this be the so-called Reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, the retribution of Karma?

Am I, Holy Lord Lingxiao, truly going to fall here?

Suddenly.

A black shadow shuttled out from the Void Realm.

Holy Lord Lingxiao's pupils constricted.

"Jiying!"

Jiying's cultivation was not high, only at the Early Stage of the Saint Realm.

In a battle of this level just now, he didn't even have the qualifications to enter the field.

He could only hide in the shadows the entire time, staring intently at the battle.

He had been personally raised and trained by Holy Lord Lingxiao.

If not for Holy Lord Lingxiao back then, Jiying would have died long ago.

A thousand years of following him had long since made him fiercely loyal to the Holy Lord.

If the Master lived, he lived.

If the Master died, he died.

From the moment the Holy Lord exhausted the national Luck in that fight, he knew.

The Holy Lord had already lost.

Lingxiao's ten thousand years of Luck were exhausted in a single day. Even if he didn't die today, his Dao foundation was completely damaged. Whether he could even Cultivate in the future was a question.

"Jiying, what the hell are you doing here? Get out of here!"

"You are no match for them."

Even though Jiying was his servant,

An Early Stage Saint here was just seeking death.

Never mind saving him.

Whether he could protect himself was a problem.

But Jiying remained unmoved.

He rushed in front of Holy Lord Lingxiao, clutching an inconspicuous dark red bead tightly in his hand.

Holy Lord Lingxiao was stunned.

The Blood Instant Orb?

That was a forbidden item left behind by the ancestors.

This thing could squeeze one's potential to the maximum, increasing strength several times over.

However, its nature was extremely extreme and bizarre.

The lower the cultivation, the more terrifying the boost.

The higher the cultivation, the worse the effect.

The side effects were even more fatal; after forcibly raising one's Realm, the internal organs would be completely destroyed, with no possibility of survival.

This thing had always been kept in the treasury, unused.

Those with low strength died if they took it, and those with high strength found it useless.

It was truly a 'chicken rib' item—tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.

So it had remained in the treasury all this time.

So it had remained in the treasury.

Jiying took out the bead and said unhurriedly,

"Master, the situation is lost. I don't know anything about destiny or fate."

"As long as you are still alive, there is hope. This old servant doesn't believe in destiny."

"Our Lingxiao Holy Dynasty rose to glory under your leadership."

"Find a chance to leave this place and survive. There will be a chance for a comeback in the future."

"Master, you are a good person. Without you, this old servant wouldn't be where he is today."

"Now, it is time for this old servant to repay your kindness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiying applied force with his palm and instantly crushed the Blood Instant Orb!

A surge of violent blood-colored energy instantly rushed into every limb and bone of his body!

"Master, run! This old servant will cover your retreat!"