Zhatian: I really have the qualities to be an emperor!

Chapter 15: The Power of the Holy Body
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Yang Zhu standing on the top of the mountain, his clothes rustling in the strong wind.

At this moment, a spring appeared in the center of Yang Zhu's sea of ​​suffering, connecting him to the source of life. The divine spring was gurgling, continuously replenishing his divine power.

Gazing into the distance, the mountains and rivers seemed to be breathing, maple leaves were falling, and tender buds were sprouting; he could perceive everything clearly.

Beside him, Jiang Yifei had a gentle expression, giving people a sense of elegance.

"This is Black Dog's companion. It looks like something interesting is going to happen. I was there when the Yin Tomb was opened, and I witnessed him killing a great demon with fierce means."

"There are rumors that he is an ancient holy body. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Regardless of whether one had seen Yang Zhu or not, everyone was shocked by his innate kingly aura.

"Who is that person next to him? He looks extraordinary and doesn't seem like an ordinary person."

The same is true for Jiang Yifei. He doesn't need to show off his extraordinaryness deliberately. Just a random movement can show his extraordinaryness.

"Woof! Bastard, your death is coming!"

When he saw Yang Zhu, Heihuang suddenly gained confidence. He raised his huge dog head, with his bald tail standing high, and looked very proud.

"Are you the black dog's companion? Why don't you tell me your name?"

As the Son of God, Wang Yang had extremely sharp perceptions. With just one glance, he knew that the two people in front of him were not simple.

"Brother Yang Zhu, do you need me to do something?"

Jiang Yifei's smile remained unchanged, but when he said this, there was an extra murderous intent in his eyes.

"Thanks, but I'll just come."

Yang Zhu declined the other party's kindness and glanced at Wang Yang without causing any ripples.

"I heard you want to cause trouble for me?"

"Oh! How arrogant! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Seeing that he was being ignored, Wang Yang's face instantly turned cold. The vase rose to several meters high, and the mouth of the vase shifted to aim at Yang Zhu.

"It's really anyone who dares to shout."

As the last word fell, Yang Zhu turned into a golden lightning and rushed out.

Yang Zhu was enveloped in golden light, his whole body was shining with divine light, the divine fire burning in his body covered the surface of his body, like a golden god of war in armor, with an imposing aura.

Even though Wang Yang's cultivation level was at the other shore realm, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when faced with Yang Zhu's strong will to fight.

He controlled the Aquarius, spewing out purple mist, which turned into a large net that covered the area below.

Yang Zhu swung his fist, and his divine power entered the sea, smashing down with an incomparably powerful force, causing the space to shake violently.

The golden fist seemed to have magical power, as if it could destroy everything. With one punch, the purple net was shattered in an instant.

"You actually broke my attack with your physical body. I don't believe you can still resist my Purple Luan Bottle!"

Wang Yang didn't expect that Yang Zhu was really a holy body. Facing the surging fighting spirit in Yang Zhu's body, his heart skipped a beat.

"Then you try."

The divine fire on his body was burning fiercely, and the spring was continuously gushing out endless divine power. His momentum was even stronger than before!

He was like a awakened beast, unstoppable, and endless wild power erupted completely at this moment.

Yang Zhu's golden fist slammed heavily on the Purple Luan Vase. With a crisp crackling sound, the purple vase dimmed in an instant and exploded with a bang!

Wang Yang's pupils shrank, he couldn't believe his eyes. The opponent really broke his weapon with his bare hands. Is this still a human being? It's simply a human-shaped holy weapon!
It was not until this moment that he deeply realized the power of the Holy Body. It was so strong and invincible.

"Ancient Holy Body? No, it seems like there's something missing..."

Jiang Yifei was also shocked. It was only at this moment that he knew Yang Zhu's physique.

When everyone else thought that Yang Zhu was an ancient holy body, he was the only one who saw the clue and fell into deep thought.

But the correct result could not be guessed for a while.

Wang Yang was unwilling to accept the loss of a magic weapon, so he took out another magic weapon of his, a bronze Bagua mirror.

"I don't believe you can break this!" The bronze Bagua mirror flipped over, releasing a dazzling light, followed by a divine light.

In front of this divine light, the mountains dozens of feet high were like paper and were easily cut in half.

The divine light streaked across the ground, carving a deep gully in the earth. Its power was extremely terrifying.

The divine light came from the bottom up, covering Yang Zhu, attempting to refine him.

Yang Zhu stood on a mountain top, his eyes as calm as water. He took a step forward, and the mountain peak beneath his feet was shattered into ashes by a powerful dark force the next moment.

The golden divine fire was burning, and he faced the bronze Bagua mirror head-on with an indomitable fighting spirit.

All the monks held their breath, waiting to see if Yang Zhu could still destroy the magic weapon with his bare hands.

The divine light enveloped Yang Zhu and unleashed endless divine power, trying to refine him into nothingness, but it was completely blocked by the layer of divine fire, unable to hurt him at all.

The golden fist smashed down again, and a series of cracking sounds were heard. Under the shocked gazes of hundreds of people, Yang Zhu smashed the magic weapon into pieces with one punch again!
"The holy body is unparalleled in the world, and it can really break all weapons with its body!"

"The birth of the Holy Body will surely shake the land of East Wasteland!"

After a brief silence, everyone's hearts could no longer calm down.

They knew that from today onwards, the news of the birth of the holy body would be bound to spread throughout the Eastern Wilderness.

By then, even a transcendent force like the Holy Land would be moved.

The Eastern Wilderness Divine Body, the Heavenly Demon Body and other once-in-a-millennium physiques have come into the world one after another, and even the handful of ancient holy bodies in the entire history have been born!

Various divine bodies and geniuses appear, and a golden age is about to come.

Is there anyone in this life who can break through the shackles, leave the others far behind, and finally succeed in achieving enlightenment?
No one can remain calm thinking about this.

Hearing others talking like this, Big Black Dog looked unhappy: "What ancient holy body? It's clearly the innate holy body Dao fetus!"

“I wonder what those people’s expressions will be like when they learn about the meeting…”

Jiang Yifei muttered to himself, he was naturally talking about the other saints.

In the field, only the Yin Yang Sect members looked as if they had eaten a dead fly, with extremely ugly expressions.

They have a grudge against Yang Zhu, and this is more likely than kicking a rock, it may bring them a catastrophic disaster!

They regretted, but it was too late.

Yang Zhu's fist was coming towards him, but Wang Yang, having learned from his previous experience, did not dare to confront him head-on. He wanted to use his own realm advantage to gain distance and then look for another opportunity.

But he underestimated Yang Zhu's speed.

Although he was two realms higher than Yang Zhu, the latter was like a gust of wind, arriving in an instant, much faster than him.

"Is that human being?"

Wang Yang moved sideways for hundreds of meters, but was still hit by the fist wind. He was immediately blown away, bleeding from the mouth and nose, and the sea of ​​suffering in his body was churning.

This was just the wind from the fist. He didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if he was hit by the fist.

Wang Yang knew that he was not inferior to others and he had no chance to retreat.

Yang Zhu's speed was too fast, so fast that it far exceeded the realm of the other shore, and he could not escape even if he tried his best.

"Being able to beat a dog depends on its owner. You are not qualified to do so."

Yang Zhu came like a gust of wind, his golden fist was indestructible, and with his overwhelming momentum, he blasted the opponent's entire arm into a bloody mist.

"what!"

The intense pain made Wang Yang grimace, and before he could react, Yang Zhu's fist came again.

Cracks appeared all over Wang Yang's body, and then his body was blown into a mist of light, blood splattered, and his body fell from mid-air. A generation of Holy Son died.

Yang Zhu's black hair was flying, and his eyes looked down upon the people from the Yin-Yang Sect, making them feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.

(End of this chapter)