Chapter 746 - 745: The Might of the Cyan Dragon Arm

Chapter 746: Chapter 745: The Might of the Cyan Dragon Arm

Xiao Naihe laughed maniacally. Behind him, a hundred-meter-tall figure slowly materialized. The lifelike phantom, dressed in a white robe, had an expression that radiated an effortless, imposing authority.

"General Pavilion Master..." Meng Liuli murmured, her eyes fixed dazedly on the figure.

This sudden development made both Qingfeng Saint and Flowing Water Saint’s expressions darken, while Xiao Naihe’s two Saint Guards breathed a sigh of relief.

"The General Pavilion Master’s Saint’s Mark has been triggered. That kid is a dead man for sure," one of them said, glancing at Qingfeng Saint and Flowing Water Saint.

At these words, both Qingfeng Saint and Flowing Water Saint fell silent. This Saint’s Mark had been placed by Xiao Naihe’s father, the General Pavilion Master of the Spiritual Light Main Pavilion.

The man’s strength was unquestionably at the Celestial Saint Realm Level; even the head of the Celestial Spirit Auction House could only be considered his equal.

While the Saint’s Mark didn’t represent the General Pavilion Master’s full power, it was still far beyond what Lin Yun could hope to oppose.

The situation had taken a drastic turn. Xiao Naihe was roaring with savage laughter, but Lin Yun, standing atop his True Dragon Incarnation, remained composed, though his expression was grave.

Ignoring Xiao Naihe’s laughter, Lin Yun’s voice was like ice. "A Saint’s Mark can only unleash half of its creator’s power. Xiao Naihe, do you really think that’s enough to turn the tables?"

A Saint’s Mark has no consciousness. To put it bluntly, it’s just a fragment of its creator’s aura, capable of only a single strike.

Hearing Lin Yun’s words, the killing intent in Xiao Naihe’s eyes boiled over. ’To think the Saint’s Mark my father left me was actually triggered here, in the Eastern Domain... Lin Yun must die.’

Glaring at Lin Yun with bloodshot eyes, Xiao Naihe watched as the Saint’s Mark behind him slowly raised its right hand. An earth-shattering pressure radiated from the phantom, as if it were about to crush Lin Yun on the spot.

With a deceptively simple motion, the phantom struck downwards. A palm made of pure Elemental Power, hundreds of meters across, descended from the heavens, hurtling towards Lin Yun.

The terrifying strike left Meng Liuli completely stunned. She didn’t believe Lin Yun could possibly withstand this attack. What worried her even more, however, were the tens of thousands of Spiritual Light Pavilion disciples below. The might of this single palm strike was so immense that if it landed, the entire Spiritual Light Pavilion would be utterly destroyed.

"Quick! Evacuate the disciples! Save as many as you can!" Meng Liuli yelled frantically to the Spiritual Light Pavilion members beside her.

"It’s useless. There’s no time," one of the Spiritual Light Pavilion’s Saints replied with chilling indifference. "The Saint’s phantom is mindless. It won’t hold back."

Her heart pounding with anxiety, Meng Liuli couldn’t help but look up at Lin Yun. He was the only one who could alter the fate of the Spiritual Light Pavilion now. And yet, everything told her that he stood no chance of stopping this attack.

Sensing the colossal palm descending upon him, Lin Yun showed not a trace of fear. He instantly activated his War God Transformation, and his cultivation surged from Spirit Realm Minor Achievement to Spirit Realm Great Success in a flash.

Soaring Great Success Battle Intent and an incredibly potent Dragon’s Suppression radiated from him, making Lin Yun appear utterly fearless.

Even when facing a phantom from the Celestial Saint Realm—the very peak of power on the Celestial Spirit Continent—Lin Yun dared to meet it in battle.

The True Dragon Incarnation beneath his feet let out a resounding roar. The massive dragon coiled around Lin Yun several times before surging violently into his body.

The True Dragon Incarnation was a manifestation of the True Dragon Power within him. Now, having reabsorbed it, Lin Yun channeled all of that power into his arms. A faint cyan glow began to flicker around them.

He unleashed his Cyan Dragon Arm. Although he had only reached the Entry Level with the technique, he was already using every trump card he had against the phantom’s attack, holding absolutely nothing back.

Even so, before the descending palm of Elemental Power, Lin Yun looked minuscule—like an insect about to be swatted out of the sky.

Having pushed his Combat Power to its absolute limit, all eyes were now fixed on Lin Yun. This young man had created countless miracles in the Eastern Domain. Everyone desperately wanted to know: could he truly withstand a blow from a Saint’s phantom?

"Lin Yun, just die! Against a single blow from a Celestial Saint Realm’s Saint’s Mark, a pathetic Spirit Realm cultivator like you has no path but death! Ha ha ha!" Xiao Naihe cackled madly.

With unshakable resolve in his eyes, Lin Yun acted just as the colossal descending palm reached him. Without a shred of hesitation, he thrust the Demon Bone Heaven-Dominating Spear forward, bracing it firmly against the giant hand.

But it held for only a few moments. The Demon Bone Heaven-Dominating Spear was violently knocked away by the immense palm, hurtling down to embed itself deep in the center of the Spiritual Light Pavilion’s main plaza.

The Demon Bone Heaven-Dominating Spear, knocked away and now buried deep in the earth, quivered ceaselessly, as if venting its own indignation.

Losing his Demon Bone Heaven-Dominating Spear didn’t change Lin Yun’s expression, nor did he hesitate. He thrust his hands upward as if to hold up a great mountain, meeting the giant palm head-on in the sky.

The cyan light on his arms grew richer. Lin Yun looked as though he was single-handedly holding up a mountain, but only moments passed before his hands were torn open by innumerable wounds.

To think he was fighting a Saint’s Mark with his bare hands... Lin Yun’s defiance left everyone present utterly astonished, and a deep sense of admiration bloomed in their hearts.

This young man radiated an unyielding will from his very core. Even in the face of such a devastating blow, the thought of retreat never crossed his mind.

BOOM! With a deafening crash, the giant palm of Elemental Power slammed Lin Yun down onto the main plaza of the Spiritual Light Pavilion.

In that instant, the powerful shockwave sent the Spiritual Light Pavilion disciples surrounding the main plaza flying.

Dust and smoke billowed up. Aside from the colossal palm of Elemental Power, Lin Yun’s figure had vanished within the cloud.

Meng Liuli watched where Lin Yun had been slammed into the ground. "Is it over?" she asked in a low voice.

"No...!" Xi Zijin cried out beside her. She started to rush toward Lin Yun, but Meng Liuli held her back.

It all seemed to be over. The smile on Xiao Naihe’s face grew even more triumphant.

Everyone assumed Lin Yun was dead. But just then, as the dust slowly settled, his figure reappeared before their eyes.

For a moment, everyone stared, dumbfounded. This was...

There he was: Lin Yun, feet planted in a horse stance, hands held high above his head. He had actually caught the giant palm of Elemental Power, preventing it from crashing down upon the Spiritual Light Pavilion.