Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

“I didn’t mishear, did I?

That cultivator from the Northern Domain saying ’ten moves’—does he mean he’ll settle the other guy in ten moves?

Isn’t that a bit too arrogant…”

“This kid is indeed out of the ordinary; his strength might be above that of the usual geniuses from upper sects.

But the one he’s facing is a True Inheritor of the Taiyi Sect, his true strength is no weaker than any Daoist, a truly invincible existence in his realm!”

“To deal with a True Inheritor from an Alliance Hierarch Sect, only the True Inheritors of the other Alliance Hierarch Sects could possibly do it…”

“What bullshit bragging? Ten moves? He’ll be doing well if he can defend against ten of Jiang Hui’s moves!”

From all directions, more and more cultivators drew near, attracted by the massive commotion here, excitement lighting up all their eyes.

However, once they understood the ins and outs, no one was optimistic about Lou Yi.

They all felt he was talking big, maybe planning to seize the initiative with momentum first.

Jiang Hui himself, after a brief moment of surprise, also revealed a cold smile on his face.

“Win against me in ten moves?

Since I, Jiang Hui, joined the Taiyi Sect and began cultivating, there haven’t been many in the same realm who could withstand ten of my moves!

Laughable frog in a well, you think just because you killed disciples of the Two Forms Sect, you can defeat me?

You probably don’t even know why the Alliance Hierarch Sects have been able to stand tall in the Vast Sea World for tens of thousands of years without falling.

Every disciple we select is the elite of the elite, and any ordinary magic from our sect, once taken to your Northern Domain, would be fought over until heads are broken and blood flows…”

Hearing Jiang Hui’s words, Lou Yi’s expression did not change. His body actually flew forward without relying on any Flying Magical Artifact, making his attitude very clear.

There was no need for nonsense at this moment—only battle.

The reason Lou Yi was being so high-profile now was mainly for two reasons.

First, after lying dormant for so long, now that his strength had reached the level of the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform, it was time to reveal it and make a name for himself, so as to avoid many future troubles.

The second was to provide backing and protection for the Corpse-Driving Sect…

Seeing Lou Yi’s movement, Jiang Hui also fell silent, preparing to cast his magic.

Under his feet instantly appeared a gorgeous, multicolored scroll painting high mountains and flowing water, supporting him and pulling him away, opening up the distance between himself and Lou Yi.

Everyone knew where a Body Cultivator’s advantage lay.

Although Jiang Hui was confident he could easily defeat Lou Yi, he still wouldn’t let him get close so casually.

Spiritual Essence exploded from his entire body in an instant, making his light-yellow brocade robe billow wildly.

A White Jade Hairpin pinned up his hair, and with his handsome face it made his aura seem even more otherworldly, worthy of the identity of a True Inheritor from a top grand sect.

“Hah!”

A resounding Daoist chant boomed out from his chest and abdomen.

The next moment, a fist-sized, dazzling sphere of light appeared above his head.

Scarlet and blazing, it was engraved with a large number of complex Dao patterns, seemingly containing profound truths of the Great Dao, like a rising sun at dawn, illuminating half the heavens and earth.

This was the signature method of the Taiyi Sect, the talisman Dao-seed.

The next instant, several dozen sheets of talisman paper of various colors and styles flew out from Jiang Hui’s body, shooting toward Lou Yi at extreme speed.

These talisman papers manifested into different forms in midair.

Some talismans turned into a Gold chain that could sever the sky, a hundred zhang long, wildly twisting like a traveling dragon, ringing with ’clang clang clang’;

some talismans turned into a red Giant Sword hanging across the sky, its sword aura razor sharp and unstoppable, making it hard to imagine what it would be like to take that strike head-on;

some talismans turned into a black meteorite several times larger than an ordinary house, plummeting from the heavens in free fall, sure to crush anything it encountered into dust;

some talismans turned into countless ice arrows, semi-transparent white, each as thick as an arm, gleaming with cold light, ’whoosh whoosh whoosh’ as they tore through the sky, aiming to turn Lou Yi on the opposite side into a sieve…

Dozens of methods—magic of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, all the five elements—no two the same, leaving the spectators dazzled and their blood boiling.

“What powerful Dao arts—he can actually simultaneously control dozens of different spells, he’s basically one man equal to dozens!”

“That just shows how ignorant you are.

The saying ’Taiyi True Talisman, commanding all arts’—the greatest advantage the Taiyi Sect has over ordinary sects is that they can rely on the True Talisman to control vast numbers of talismans.

Once their cultivation is profound enough, they can even command over ten thousand different spells!”

“Cultivators of the Taiyi Sect are all ruthless types who can fight many with one.

Hundreds of years ago, their sect’s Top Golden Core, Hua Baiyu, fought alone against the True Inheritors of three Alliance Hierarch Sects before forming his Golden Core, and shocked the entire Cultivation Realm…”

“If I remember correctly, Jiang Hui seems to be Hua Baiyu’s direct disciple?”

The instant Jiang Hui made his move, he stunned everyone present.

Just as astonishingly talented as those senior sect experts who came before him.

Everyone looked at Lou Yi with sympathy, feeling he might be killed in a single move.

Off to one side, Su Xinghe, the Daoist of the Immeasurable Sword Sect, couldn’t help but furrow his brows, worried for Lou Yi.

Jiang Hui’s methods were quite extraordinary, enough to make even him feel it would be somewhat troublesome.

Could Lou Yi really withstand this?

But given that this was a fair duel, someone as distinguished as him couldn’t just intervene recklessly.

“Liu Shu won’t be in danger, will he?” The boy Lin Xuan was also very worried.

“If he really can’t hold on, then even if it breaks the rules, we’ll have to help him shoulder some of the pressure!” Elder Gui, however, felt no such psychological burden; a wily old fox like him had always been a pragmatist.

“Look at Liu Shu—does he look panicked to you?” Ding Shiniang, being a Female Cultivator, observed more keenly. “If he truly felt he couldn’t win, he’d have turned and run long ago.”

In reality, facing Jiang Hui’s overwhelming barrage of magic, even if he wanted to run, he wouldn’t be able to.

Exposing one’s back to the enemy often only meant dying faster.

At Lou Yi’s current speed, even if he could dodge some of the attacks, it would be hard to avoid them all.