Chapter 466: Chapter 467: Seizing

The visitor was a Daoist dressed in a purple and gold robe. With a wave of his hand, a large hand full of thunder light reached towards Zhong Lin, or more precisely, the Demon-shattering Blade that Zhong Lin had been suppressing in his palm.

Zhong Lin snorted coldly, and the Demon-shattering Blade slashed through the air. It seemed effortless, as the thunderlight hand was instantly severed.

“It’s someone from Battle Heaven Sacred Land.”

Bian Yingjie saw the unique insignia of Battle Heaven Sacred Land on the chest of the purple and gold-robed Daoist, which also held the insignia of a True Disciple, a mark unique to this domain and unmatched elsewhere. None dared imitate it, so he quickly communicated this information.

Chi Zhonglin squinted his eyes, stepped forward, and blocked Zhong Lin, laughing heartily, “So it’s a senior brother from Battle Heaven Sacred Land! A family not recognizing a family in the Dragon King Temple. I’m Chi Zhonglin, a Sword Pavilion Disciple of Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, here to slay demons. Perhaps the senior brother misunderstands.”

Chi Zhonglin’s words clarified his identity as a disciple of Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, also highlighting his heritage from the Sword Pavilion.

The presence in front of him was incredibly strong. If they could avoid fighting, they didn’t want to cause trouble.

“Oh? A disciple of Heavenly Sword Sacred Land?”

The Daoist looked at Chi Zhonglin for a long time, but his gaze remained fixated on the Demon-shattering Blade in Zhong Lin’s hand. A flash of greed crossed his eyes, but he did not make a move. Instead, he said, “I am Peng Yu, a True Disciple of Battle Heaven Sacred Land. Since you are Holy Land disciples, why use a Demon Artifact?”

Although Holy Lands have their rules, many are universal. For example, to become a True Disciple, one must at least have cultivation in the Life and Death Realm.

Hearing Peng Yu announce his name, Zhong Lin’s heart skipped a beat. Since he called himself a True Disciple, he must be a powerful Life and Death Realm cultivator with an Undying Body. His aura was obscure, clearly stronger than Chi Zhonglin’s, possibly at the Late Stage, or even the Perfect Level of cultivation.

“This Demon Blade exudes intense evil and bloodthirsty energy, clearly not something from the Righteous Path. Do you not know that Demon Path items are sinister and treacherous? A single misstep could drag the user into the Demon Path.”

Peng Yu snorted coldly, his gaze distant as if he was in deep thought. His tone was condescending, making others feel pressured, as if he were an official and they were commoners.

Chi Zhonglin’s face turned extremely unpleasant. Both being Holy Land disciples, and True Disciples at that, who was he to act superior?

“Senior brother is being overly meddlesome, isn’t he? Heavenly Sword Sacred Land has its own rules. Even if fallen into the Demon Path, our elders will clean house. Also, perhaps your eyesight is flawed, as this blade is merely intensely bloodthirsty, not a Demon Artifact.” Chi Zhonglin retorted sarcastically.

“Hmph! Martial Arts cultivation respects the strong. As your senior, I’m advising you: disciples of the Righteous Path should be righteous and not tarnish the Holy Land for momentary wickedness, nor confuse right and wrong. Such demonic things shouldn’t exist in the world. Hand it to me, and I’ll send it to Battle Heaven Sacred Land for destruction, lest it harm the world.” Peng Yu said expressionlessly.

“Damn it, do you really think you’re worthy? Who the hell do you think you are, trying to snatch my spoils?” Chi Zhonglin cursed angrily.

“How bold!”

Peng Yu instantly flew into a rage. “Indeed, you’ve been led astray by the Demon Artifact. I can’t let you live today.”

As the words fell, his body did not move, and he delivered a punch.

“I fear you not.”

Chi Zhonglin grabbed through the air with his right hand, and the Profound Black Heavy Sword appeared in his hand. With a slight wave of his palm, the heavy sword shone brightly, transforming into a massive sword qi that pierced layers of void, heading straight for Peng Yu.

Boom!

The heavens crumbled, and the sun and moon lost their light.

The clash of fist and sword caused the surrounding primordial qi to churn and explode violently.

“Die!”

Peng Yu shouted, a deep voice resonating from the dark sky. Purple lightning streaked across the sky, filling the world with thunderbolt essence.

All the thunder gathered, forming a massive purple fist, smashing towards Chi Zhonglin.

“It’s him, we’re in trouble.”

Seeing the overwhelming thunder, Bian Yingjie’s expression became anxious.

“Senior brother Bian, do you know this person?” Zhong Lin asked.

“I’ve only heard of him, never met him. It’s said there’s someone in Battle Heaven Sacred Land who obtained the legacy of a Thunder Domain Sealing King in Thunderstorm Heaven. His Thunder Skills are no weaker than those of Thunderbolt Sacred Land True Disciples. Furthermore, he has integrated Thunder Skills with his own martial arts, making his combat strength far beyond other disciples of the same level. He’s only a step away from breaking through to Nirvana. I didn’t expect it to be him.” Bian Yingjie said with a grim expression.

While they spoke, Chi Zhonglin’s Profound Black Heavy Sword slashed again, and the magnificent spiritual origin tore apart the thunderbolts like a waterfall.

But strangely, the thunderous giant fist did not dissipate. Instead, endless thunderbolt essence surged from it, like a dam bursting, flooding like a tide.

The thunderbolt essence was as dense as molten metal, boiling with immense heat, capable of evaporating steel, completely enveloping Chi Zhonglin.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle…

Chi Zhonglin, wrapped within, had his protective Gang Qi consumed rapidly, emitting sizzling sounds.

Peng Yu waved his hand again, and the massive thunder qi in the void condensed, forming a giant thunder dragon, crashing towards Chi Zhonglin.

Rumble!

The void shattered, and endless thunderbolt essence howled, aiming to annihilate Chi Zhonglin.

“Ha!”

Seeing this, Bian Yingjie could no longer hold back. He suddenly stepped out from the void, spear in hand, stabbing straight towards Peng Yu’s Six Yangs Dominating Head.

“Nothing more.”

Peng Yu’s face showed a disdainful smile, and with a punch from his right hand, which had remained behind his back, fiercely struck out.

Boom!

A tyrannical fist intent suddenly erupted, shattering the sharp gang qi on Bian Yingjie’s spear.

“That punch…”

Bian Yingjie’s expression changed. Under that punch, he felt an overbearing oppressive force that made him feel his life and death were out of his control.

The loud buzzing rang throughout Black Wind Valley, even overshadowing the continuous thunderstorm roars.

Layers of ripples spread outwards, unknown how much destruction they caused, or how many living beings were killed by the aftershock.

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

Two muffled grunts; Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie fell from the void, a mouthful of blood spurting into the air, their bodies being knocked backwards.

Crackle!

Only one strike each, yet both felt severe pain throughout their bodies, nearly being blown apart mid-air by a punch.

“You’ve disappointed me greatly. Do you really think you can rank alongside me as a True Disciple of a Holy Land?”

Peng Yu stood proudly in the void, looking condescendingly at the two who had fallen to the ground, eyes full of disdain and coldness, like looking at two small insects he could crush effortlessly.

“If this is all, then die!”

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