vrcanaries Chapter 250 The River of Righteousness Cannot Surround Us!
Chapter 250 The River of Righteousness Cannot Surround Us!
"Click——"
Li Wudao shattered the giant silver seal with a single sword strike, then gracefully retreated ten feet, standing in mid-air.
Where the blue robe was torn, the charred wounds healed at a visible speed in the pale golden light.
On the other side, Yang Qiong's white robes were stained with blood, his aura was slightly disordered, and the star map behind him had dimmed.
"How could this be... How is he still undefeated?!"
Fei Han's sneer froze completely, and his voice became as hoarse as a broken bellows.
Luo Xinrou's body trembled violently, her nails digging deep into her palms, and she was completely unaware that blood was dripping from between her fingers.
She stared intently at the figure in blue, her eyes filled with incomprehensible horror: "No... impossible... how could he possibly fight to this extent with the prodigy of the Holy Land..."
The rest of the Li Huo Sect disciples were all ashen-faced.
The previous confidence and schadenfreude of waiting to see a good show have long since vanished.
They had confidently asserted that this would be a decisive and crushing defeat.
Who would have thought it would turn out like this...?
Fear, like ice water, washed over them, leaving their limbs cold and making it almost impossible for them to breathe.
"Is this Young Master Li's true strength...?"
"My cousin is so strong!"
Both Murong Qinglan and Li Nanzhi clenched their fists tightly, their beautiful eyes unblinking, their shimmering pupils overflowing with barely concealed shock.
"I'm getting old... I'm really getting old."
Old Cui sighed deeply, his face deeply wrinkled, filled with complex and unspeakable emotions.
"I have wasted more than thirty years at the peak of the Martial King realm, and I consider myself a figure of some importance in this Eastern Wilderness, but today I have witnessed the battle between these two juniors..."
A deep sense of desolation flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he shook his head bitterly, "Alas, these past few decades have felt like I've lived a life of utter waste!"
"Why bother, Elder Cui..." Xiang Leping hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
"No need to comfort this old man," Old Cui waved his hand.
His gaze returned to the two young figures in the arena, yet they already possessed the power to shake the heavens and earth. The melancholy in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable sense of emotion and relief:
"In the end, this world belongs to the young. It is a blessing for the human race that such amazing talents have emerged one after another in the Eastern Wilderness. I... should be happy."
Shi Mao and Qiao Yuan were already dumbfounded, their previous arrogant attitude completely shattered.
"How is this possible..." Shi Mao's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice dry as sandpaper scraping, "He... he actually managed to fight Brother Yang to this extent without being defeated?!"
Qiao Yuan's face was ashen, but his eyes could not hide his shock: "Looking at the entire younger generation of Tianxuan Holy Land, there are only two people who can rival Senior Brother Yang!"
"But those two, one is the Holy Lord's personal disciple, possessing the 'Indestructible Battle Body'; the other is the Supreme Elder's closed-door disciple, possessing the 'Kui Niu Bloodline'..."
Shi Mao's voice trembled with disbelief, "And this Li Wudao... is just a disciple of the Xuantian Sect!"
Xuantian Sect.
That force, in their eyes, was already in decline, lacking successors, and destined to fall out of the ranks of first-rate sects sooner or later.
How could they possibly cultivate such a...monstrous talent?!
In the field.
Yang Qiong slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His movements seemed calm, but the seriousness in his eyes had reached its peak.
The turmoil within him was far more intense than it appeared on the surface.
It's been about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
He had already unleashed all sorts of deadly techniques, such as "Shaking Light Finger," "Twin Stars Shining Together," and "Heavenly Pivot Demon-Suppressing Seal," which were enough to make his peers die in defeat.
Such an attack would have severely injured and brought any Martial King to the brink of death by now!
The young man in the blue robe opposite him had only slightly disheveled clothes and a few superficial injuries.
His aura not only did not diminish, but became even more refined and concentrated in the battle, and his burning fighting spirit was like a wildfire, burning brighter and brighter!
"Something's wrong..."
Yang Qiong's eyes flashed intensely. The doubt that had vaguely appeared since the beginning of their fight was now as thick as a dark cloud, almost materializing.
"His aura has been subtly stirring the fundamental fluctuations of my Vast Sacred Body..."
This is something that no ordinary physique can do!
A thought flashed through Yang Qiong's mind like a thunderbolt, causing his pupils to shrink sharply.
Unless... the opponent's physical level is not below that of my own Vast Sacred Body!
Even higher!
With this thought, the last trace of hesitation and testing in his heart vanished completely.
His spiritual energy was already more than half depleted, while his opponent seemed to have endless stamina.
If this entanglement continues, defeat will be almost certain within a hundred moves!
"We have no choice but to... use our last trump card."
In the void, Yang Qiong exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and the starlight around him completely subsided, even the rotating dim star map completely disappeared.
He raised his eyes and looked at Li Wudao with a complex expression, his eyes showing amazement, admiration, and a sense of solemnity as if he had met a true opponent.
“Brother Li…” he began slowly, his voice deep and resonant, “you are far stronger than I imagined.”
"So strong that even after using every means at my disposal and exhausting my mind, I still have no guarantee of victory!"
He paused, his tone suddenly becoming extremely solemn:
"This next move... I've never used it in a competition among my peers. You're the first person to force me to use this move."
Yang Qiong stared directly at Li Wudao, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "This move is extremely lethal. I don't want to hurt you, so... if you admit defeat now, it's not too late."
The wasteland was deathly silent.
Tens of thousands of eyes were focused on the solitary figure in the blue robe.
In an instant, tension, anticipation, schadenfreude, worry... all sorts of emotions silently permeated the air.
The night wind howled, whipping up the tattered corners of Li Wudao's clothes.
The Lingxu Sword emitted a clear and melodious hum in his hand, and the ethereal light flowing from the sword illuminated his calm and composed face.
Li Wudao slowly raised his sword, its blade pointing directly at Yang Qiong, his eyes flashing with sharpness: "What do we martial artists have to fear in a battle?"
"Brother Yang, please make your move. Today... I do not seek victory or defeat, but only to fight with all my might!"
"Okay! Hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Qiong was first taken aback, then burst into laughter, a hearty and unrestrained laugh. All his last lingering concerns vanished, leaving only a resolute determination to fight with all his might.
"Brother Li, you have great spirit! I admire you! In that case—"
The laughter abruptly stopped, his face turned serious, and his entire demeanor underwent a sudden transformation.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if trying to draw the "qi" of the entire world into his chest.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open!
His eyes transformed into a clear, penetrating light that could see through the world and distinguish right from wrong, like a bright mirror hanging high, illuminating all darkness!
"Duh."
The single word was uttered softly, yet it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding directly in the depths of everyone's soul!
On the wasteland, all the martial artists who cultivated the righteous path inexplicably felt their hearts skip a beat, as if something deep in their souls had been touched!
"boom--!"
Suddenly, nine cracks piercing the heavens and earth tore open in the sky!
From within the cracks, countless sacred texts and profound pronouncements surged forth, instantly transforming into nine dazzling rivers that stretched across the night sky, occupying half of the heavens, and cascading down!
At the center of the nine long rivers that cascaded down, the void violently twisted and trembled.
"Buzz!"
A phantom image of a giant bronze pillar, imprinted with the spirit of mountains and rivers, and the rituals and regulations, pierced through the void and rose majestically into the sky!
The colossal pillar, reaching to the heavens and the earth, exudes absolute majesty that defines order, suppresses evil spirits, and carries civilization, as if it were the immortal backbone of the human race's world!
Yang Qiong stood in the center of the nine mighty rivers, surrounded by the illusory image of the towering pillar, his body radiating a clear light that soared into the sky.
It was as if a celestial king had descended to the heavens, and with every gesture he made, the divine pronouncements of the Great Dao were emanating from him, and the rudimentary form of the law being manifested in his words had already appeared.
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a walking embodiment of "etiquette" and a living "standard"!
His aura surged dramatically, becoming nearly twice as powerful as before, instantly breaking through the shackles of the Martial King realm and approaching the threshold of the Martial Venerable realm!
"This is... the power of education! The light of civilization! The grace of our ancestors has manifested!"
An elderly man with white hair and worn-out scholar's robe trembled with emotion, tears streaming down his face.
Immediately, they prostrated themselves and knelt down in the direction of the towering pillar and the long river of civilization, kowtowing repeatedly.
"My God, what kind of strange phenomenon is this?!"
"I think I can hear ancient sages and worthies reciting!"
"How amazing! I feel a sudden clarity in my mind, all distracting thoughts vanished... Could this be the legendary righteous energy?!"
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be an extraordinary phenomenon—'The River of Righteous Qi Cannot Be Encircled', hiss... which means he has the Righteous Sacred Body!"
Many righteous martial artists, regardless of age, felt a resonance and inspiration deep within their bloodline, and involuntarily bowed and showed piety.
Shen Ming, with a solemn expression, straightened his clothes and bowed deeply towards the center of the arena.
Throughout history, all those with noble and righteous bodies have been magnanimous and upright in character and conduct, and each one is a pillar of humanity!
"It's actually the Righteous Sacred Body, ranked twenty-eighth on the Sacred Body Ranking..."
The green-haired tortoise was slightly moved, instantly perking up. It squinted its eyes and said with a playful tone, "Two holy bodies clashing...tsk tsk, this is going to be interesting."
Fei Han and the others were stunned for a moment, and then... they couldn't help but be overjoyed!
"I never expected Yang Qiong to be a Saint Body, and a rare mid-level Saint Body at that! Haha, let's see how arrogant this kid can be now!"
Fei Han was so excited that his face turned red, and he was gesturing wildly, as if he could already see Li Wudao's crushing defeat and kneeling down to beg for mercy.
Luo Xinrou's hope was rekindled, a look of smug satisfaction and mockery flashing in her eyes. "With the Holy Body phenomenon manifested, he's invincible among his peers. That kid is bound to lose!"
Shi Mao and Qiao Yuan exchanged a smile, suddenly feeling relieved. Their eyes, when they looked at Li Wudao, both revealed a hint of regret.
"That young man was truly exceptional, even Senior Brother Yang was forced to this point. There are few in the entire Eastern Wilderness who could do that, it's just a pity..."
"Tsk tsk, with the Holy Body phenomenon activated, Brother Yang's combat power is now at least equivalent to a half-step Martial Venerable. No matter how monstrous that kid is, he has absolutely no chance of winning..."
At this point, Shi Mao's eyes flickered slightly, and he muttered, "Unless... that kid also possesses a Saintly Body, and has also awakened a special phenomenon..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but shake his head, feeling that the idea was too far-fetched.
Sacred bodies are rare to begin with. In the vast Eastern Wilderness, only a few sacred bodies have been born in the past ten thousand years.
Furthermore, the probability of simultaneously awakening the sacred body phenomenon is so small as to be negligible.