Chapter 657 - 272: A Sword from the South, Ji Tang Beheaded

"If you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink it, considering the difficulty of your cultivation, I initially intended to spare your lives. But since you have chosen the path of death, I will fulfill your desire."

Ji Tang’s thin and shriveled figure slowly expanded, transforming from a height of seven feet into a nine-foot tall towering giant. His entire body shimmered with azure light, muscles and veins twisting and knotting, the whole body turning magnificently radiant, as if made of green jade.

Previously, when old and gaunt, it was unnoticeable. But now, as he exuded majestic presence, a thick aura of bloodthirsty malice surged forth, darkening the sky for hundreds of meters around.

In Yujing City, everyone seemed to hear in their hearts the frenzied shouts of slaughter, as well as the agonized cries and despairing wails of countless dying people.

Three hundred years have passed. The world only remembers Ji Hai Subdued Dragon and has forgotten that at the founding of the nation, besides Ji Hai achieving remarkable feats and pacifying the realm,

there was another person, riding horses across mountains and rivers, subduing the four barbarians, wielding iron fists and silver claws, killing until blood flowed like rivers.

That was "Blood Dragon Cleanses the World" Ji Tang, Ji Wan Tu.

Due to the excessive killing at the founding, Ji Tang knows his reputation is not very well-regarded, so he has half-retreated into hiding within the royal palace. The younger generations only occasionally hear the name "Blood Dragon General," yet they no longer remember that their ancestor was ruthless and vicious, slaughtering everywhere, which cemented Fubo Ji Family’s eight-hundred-year dynasty fortune.

At this moment, Ji Tang rages, his murderous aura surging to the sky, and Yujing City erupts with cries of shock. Everyone turns their heads toward the rear chambers of the imperial palace, seeing three figures suspended in mid-air.

They also see Ji Tang extending his hand and clenching his fist, the wind swirling around him, the fierce whistling sound resembling the air and light of the entire sky and earth being clenched in his palm.

"Die!"

Ji Tang bellowed fiercely, his murderous aura soaring, and struck out forcefully.

Within a radius of thirty meters, the air shattered like glass, countless black strands transformed into a snarling, roaring blood dragon, baring its fangs and claws directly at Chi Yangzi, who was clad in feathered attire and a high crown and stood in midair.

"Emperor’s Dragon Fist."

Facing Ji Tang’s punch, which seemed as if it could explode the entire royal city, Chi Yangzi felt his spirit tremble and body quiver, as if from the very essence of his being and the depths of his soul, he began to shiver.

Looking at the fierce blood dragon roaring ahead, his body felt soft and weak, almost devoid of courage for direct confrontation.

He knew that this Emperor’s Dragon Fist was part of Grand Ancestor Ji Hai’s arsenal. A man of extraordinary talent, he realized this set of techniques from the Celestial Dragon Claw Technique with an imperial aura that could suppress everything.

Three hundred years ago, when Ji Hai struck, no one in the world could withstand a single punch.

Exorcising demons, suppressing devils, sweeping across the realm.

Leaving behind countless heroic legends.

However, no matter how the historians fabricated, and no matter how bold they were, they never considered that Ji Tang also mastered this technique and used it skillfully, carrying eight to nine parts of the Emperor’s awe, which could suppress all folks and silence the realm.

This old man seemed to harbor long-standing disloyalty, envying his brother’s exclusive benefits and ascension beyond the heavens.

He secretly practiced this Emperor’s Dragon Fist not because he was dissatisfied or disobedient, but because he wanted to steal his brother’s ironclad dynasty?

Countless thoughts raced through Chi Yangzi’s mind in just a moment.

Chi Yangzi held his sword horizontally at his eyebrows, focusing his intent, his eyes blazing with golden light, the Pure Yang Spiritual Sword in his hand suddenly shining with the brilliance of the blazing sun.

It was as if a great sun had risen within the imperial palace.

This great sun, however, did not burn the skin or soul but made people feel warm like the first ray of sunshine on a snowy winter’s day.

"Heaven and Earth Pure Yang, Exorcise Demons and Subdue Devils."

The Pure Yang Sword Sect focuses on cultivating the first ray of pure yang Qi between heaven and earth, the truest and purest, most yang and most rigid.

Perhaps, in terms of immense power and divine will versatility, compared to other miraculous techniques, it falls short.

But in terms of toughness and purity, his two-hundred-years cultivated Pure Yang Divine Gang is unmatched in the world.

Resilient, extremely resilient, and it curbs all sorts of rampant demonic thoughts.

Chi Yangzi’s sword fell, his Sword Qi towering like Qingtian’s giant pillar, bending and retreating under the impact of the blood dragon, seeming like it would shatter at any moment, yet stubbornly remained intact.

The sweeping Blood Dragon True Essence, through the Pure Yang Sword Qi, crazily assaulted his flesh and spirit, shaking his muscles and bones, causing explosive noise, while behind him, the treasured hall was overturned by the turbulent Qi storm, reduced to dust, yet he retreated while coughing blood, still holding firm at the front, without dispelling his stance.

"If not act now, when else?"

Chi Yangzi struggled and shouted fiercely.

Though also a Venerable Divine Martial Realm, his cultivation was slightly inferior to Ji Tang.

After cultivating for over two hundred years, he reached the Divine Martial Fourth Layer of Celestial Gang Pure Yang level, generally placing him within the Dao Foundation Second Realm, Mid-Stage.

But one was just reaching the Mid-Stage, while the other was close to breakthrough to Late Stage, doubling in True Essence Magical Power.

The most helpless aspect was that the Stinging Dragon Scripture originated from the Nine Demon Suppression Halls Canglong Hall and Fubo Island Lineage, using false cultivation techniques to refine Cyan Dragon Bloodline, best for siege warfare. At the same level of engagement, neither the cohesion of magical power True Essence nor strength and speed could compare.

In these cultivation technique and realm inferior circumstances.

Chi Yangzi not being blown apart by a single punch already testifies to his consummate mastery and deeply refined sect Sword Techniques at the level of Perfection.

At present, under intense attack focusing on him, he knew that if this continued, let alone for a moment, just enduring another two punches meant death.