I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

In the sky, the colorful auspicious clouds and the projection of the eerie statue shook violently at the same time, as if they too had been impacted!
The destructive power of the aftershock of just one collision far exceeded that of the fierce battle between Zhang Yangqing and Tongxu!
"Ugh!"

A painful, incredulous groan came from the center of the energy tide!
The moment the phantom of the giant, dark golden foot that had suppressed countless ages came into contact with the Chaos Light Wheel, the intricate runes flowing across its surface rapidly dimmed and disintegrated!
The giant foot itself was ground to pieces by the light wheel containing the power of endless birth and death, and the cycle of good and evil!

The light and shadow dissipated, revealing the true right leg of the Hidden Clan Ancestor, covered in dark gold runes.

At this moment, the leg of a saint, which once bore the weight of the earth and seemed capable of shattering the heavens, now appears strangely twisted and shattered from the ankle to the knee!
Dark golden holy blood gushed out like a spring, mixed with fragments of broken law runes!
The Hidden Clan Ancestor was as if he had been struck head-on by a star, and was thrown back at an even faster speed than when he arrived!

boom! boom!
He crashed through two barren, rocky mountains, each a thousand feet high and as hard as iron!

The two mountains collapsed the moment they were pierced through his body, turning into a sky full of broken rocks and dust!
When he barely managed to stop his retreat and smashed a huge human-shaped dent into the cliff face of the third mountain, his right leg was already hanging limply, bones shattered, muscles torn, and holy blood flowing incessantly. It was clearly useless for the time being!

Zhang Yangqing remained standing in the same spot, the chaotic halo around him slowly dissipating and transforming back into a faint purple-gold light.

He even had the leisure to yawn, then looked up at the disheveled, hidden clan patriarch embedded in the mountainside in the distance, and added in a slightly apologetic tone:
"Sorry, I have trouble coming up with names. I didn't even have time to think of a name for this one. Look, you have another leg. Shall we continue? I'll try to think of a better name this time."

Because what he just shouted was only the mental technique, not the name of the move.

Hidden Clan Ancestor: "."

He was so enraged by those words that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood! The roar in his heart was about to burst out of his chest: You might as well just call me a piece of trash!
What does it mean to say 'you have another leg'? What does it mean to have 'naming difficulties'?
Are you fighting or playing house?!

You crippled my leg, and you're telling me this?!
These words made the Hidden Clan Ancestor feel more aggrieved and humiliated than any direct insult!

This clearly shows that they don't take him seriously at all, and treat him as a punching bag that they can play around with and test new tricks on at will!

What's most infuriating is that Zhang Yangqing said it so seriously, as if it wasn't intentional, which is what makes it so frustrating.

However, before the Hidden Clan Ancestor could suppress his surging blood and anger, and before Zhang Yangqing could actually "think of a name," the surrounding space began to fluctuate violently one after another!

One after another, powerful figures, each exuding a unique aura of law, tore through space and appeared in the high sky surrounding this now-ruined battlefield!
The first to arrive was a tall figure draped in a robe of dazzling starlight, with a blurred face that seemed to be composed of light and shadow.

He was surrounded by pure and powerful light and laws of order, like a divine projection walking among mortals, carrying an innate arrogance and indifference.

He is a saint of the Celestial Clan, with the title "Radiance".

Immediately afterwards, a figure that was almost completely transparent, with only a vague human outline visible, yet exuded a soul-piercing aura, quietly emerged.

He had no physical form, but seemed to be an aggregate of countless wailing souls, and wherever his gaze fell, even space itself rippled with an eerie light.

He is a saint of the Soul Clan, with the title "Nightmare".

Then, an old man, who was not tall, even somewhat short and stocky, with bronze skin and muscles as bulging as if cast in steel, stepped out of the void.

He was taciturn, and simply standing there, he exuded an unshakeable, indestructible weight, as if he were one with the earth beneath his feet. He was another saint of the Hidden Clan, clearly of the same clan as the One-Legged Ancestor, and his title was [Mountain Rock].

Then, another figure materialized from the surging gray miasma. It was a middle-aged scholar who wore a faded, patched, plain-colored long gourd with several gourds hanging from his waist, and had a sorrowful face and furrowed brows.

He was surrounded by an extremely unsettling aura of "disease" and "ominousness," as if wherever he went, a plague would break out.

He was not a purely combat-oriented saint, but rather entered the Dao by studying the laws of "disease" and "poison," and was known in the Undying Mountain Realm as the "Poison Doctor" or "Plague Saint," with the title "Sick Old Man."

Of course, a non-combat saint does not mean that they are weak in combat; these are two different things.

Finally, an old woman with several black crows circling overhead, leaning on a twisted vine cane, emerged shakily from a distorted patch of light and shadow.

She didn't have strong energy fluctuations, but she exuded a deep-seated sense of "misfortune" and "curse," as if looking at her for too long would bring three years of bad luck.

She is not a mainstream combat saint either; her path to sainthood is related to the negative entanglement of "cause and effect" and "fortune," making her a recognized "ominous person" in the Undying Mountain realm, with the title "Crow Granny."

Five sages!

They practically represent the most formidable or troublesome combat power and existence in the Undying Mountain Realm!

They gathered at this moment, whether startled by unusual phenomena, by messages from their communities, or by their own sensitivity to and calculations regarding the "new variables."
Five holy thoughts, some vast and mighty, some strange and unpredictable, and some impossible to avoid, instantly enveloped and locked down this area like an invisible net.

All eyes, filled with scrutiny, vigilance, curiosity, greed, or pure malice, were focused on the purple-eyed youth who had just completed a breakthrough, severely injured the hidden clan's patriarch with a single move, and was now "innocently" saying that he had "difficulty in choosing a name."

The radiant starlight carries purification and scrutiny, while the invisible fluctuations of nightmares attempt to probe the depths of the soul.

The silence of the mountain was like a mountain poised to strike, and the old man's sorrowful gaze seemed to be assessing a rare "disease-ridden" plant.

The old woman's cloudy eyes gleamed with a complex interest in the "great variable" and the "source of misfortune."

In the shadows near Wangchuan Lake, the chairman and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes almost jumped out to cheer and celebrate when they saw Zhang Yangqing cripple the leg of the Hidden Clan Ancestor in one move!
They witnessed firsthand Zhang Yangqing's entire journey from being targeted by a sage, to breaking through in the face of battle, and finally, as a newly ascended sage, defeating a veteran sage!

This is simply legendary among legends, defying the heavens among defies the heavens!

Reaching the pinnacle of sainthood is already incredibly difficult, let alone achieving such overwhelming victories so soon after attaining sainthood. Zhang Yangqing's talent and strength have already exceeded their comprehension.

They almost thought the crisis was over; the thighs were still thighs, and even thicker.

But who would have thought that the chain reaction would be so huge!

The extraordinary phenomena and tremors in the laws of heaven and earth caused by Zhang Yangqing's ascension to sainthood were like a bucket of cold water poured into a boiling oil pot, completely igniting the "deep waters" of the Undying Mountain Realm! (End of Chapter)