In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

This is a huge profit; a Dao Palace cultivator really fetches a good price.

Zhao Jinshuo gripped his spear tightly, staring at the black dragon that had curled up into a ball, his face grim.

Thinking about how this person acted as if he didn't want to offend Yaoguang during the meal, and now he's smug about his achievements, Zhao Jinshuo sneered inwardly, "What a hypocrite."

However, the Ji family has many people like that.

"Sendai weapons, a thousand-year-old elixir, and the favor of the Yuanbing Supreme Elder—congratulations, Brother Ji Ting!" Zhao Jinshuo's face showed an envious expression.

"Hahaha!" Ji Ting's face grew even more smug upon hearing Zhao Jinshuo's envy: "I won't keep this glory to myself; it's the result of both of our efforts."

He was at the first level of the fourth realm, while Zhao Jinshuo was at the third level. To receive his envy was no less than drinking a pot of aged celestial wine, bringing immense joy.

Ji Ting stood tall and majestic in the air, his hands forming a mudra, his divine power surging, and a series of orderly imprints manifested. He intended to crush this overconfident Yao Guang disciple into a bloody pulp.

"Old Lu!" Ye Fan was deeply worried when he saw this.

But then, a voice echoed in his mind: "What are you doing, acting like you're mourning a funeral?"

Old Lu isn't dead?

At that moment, Ji Ting's expression changed, and he was no longer confident of victory.

He actually felt that the void strangulation was encountering tremendous resistance.

Then, from the place surrounded by the black dragon, beams of white holy light suddenly pierced through and shot straight into the sky.

Ji Ting's secret technique was forcibly broken through, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale: "Fellow Daoist, help me!"

"What?" Zhao Jinshuo also felt the powerful force contained in that white divine light, which should not be the power of a second-level Dao Palace.

Then, the second, the third... the black curtain formed by the black dragon instantly became tattered and torn.

"Roar!" The black dragon roared to the sky, twisting its body in an attempt to patch up the hole, but to no avail.

Ye Fan seemed to see a pure white world inside.

"Retreat quickly!" Ji Ting roared, instantly disappearing into the void. When he reappeared, he had already retreated a great distance.

Zhao Jinshuo's face was cold and stern, and his whole body was surrounded by golden divine light. After a slight hesitation, he still stepped back.

This kid is strange; such a powerful void magic couldn't kill him.

With a deafening roar, the black dragon formed by the Void Technique shattered, becoming fragments of order that vanished into the sky.

The world formed by holy light completely enveloped the entire plaza where the domain gate was located.

"How is this possible?" Ji Ting blinked and saw a streak of light appear before his eyes in an instant.

It was that disciple of Yaoguang, and it was Yaoguang's supreme divine technique.

Ye Fan's eyes widened: "Wow, Ultraman, even Beidou believes in light!"

Intense and dense holy light intertwined, forming a white kingdom, and Lü Yao was completely transformed into a white light being.

Lu Yao's face was cold, his arm was bent, his fist was clenched, and he slammed it hard into Ji Ting's face.

"Ah!" Ji Ting cried out in pain as half of his face vanished instantly, but there was no blood; his flesh and bones were scorched black by the holy light.

He immediately used the techniques from the Void Scripture to hide in the void, and when he reappeared, he was in another place.

His remaining half of his face was ugly, bewildered, and incredulous. He felt the obstruction within the white kingdom, and his use of void magic was not very smooth.

But then, Lü Yao flashed and appeared in front of him again, like a shadow.

The fist was thrown out again, and holy light condensed, dazzlingly bright.

"Ah!" Ji Ting could hardly accept the fact that he was being attacked by Dao Palace cultivators who defied the heavens and destroyed immortality. He looked up at the sky and roared, his hair flying wildly.

The giant handprint in the void was unleashed, colliding with Lü Yao's fist.

"Sizzle!" His arm broke, and Ji Ting felt as if he had struck a solid divine material.

"Boom!" Like thunder, it shook the heavens and fell into the netherworld.

The two figures flashed continuously within the white kingdom and the holy light domain, so fast that Ye Fan's eyes could hardly keep up. In an instant, three or five phantoms appeared in various locations at the same time, and then slowly dissipated.

"Fellow Daoist Jin Shuo, save me!" Ji Ting took every slap from Lü Yao, half of his body was shattered, and the aroma of flesh wafted through the air.

He shouted angrily, "If you don't come soon, you'll die here!"

Lu Yao used the unparalleled divine technique of the Yao Guang Holy Land, a secret technique that powerful figures throughout history relied on to compete with other holy lands and families.

Holy Light, Holy Light Prison, and Holy Light Undying Body.

Although the Yao Guang Scripture was devoured by the Devouring Heaven Immortal Technique and could not be awakened, this secret technique seemed to become even more terrifying in the hands of the Devouring Heaven Immortal Technique!

He was cultivated to an extremely high level by immortal techniques.

In contrast, Ji Ting's mastery of the Void Technique and the Void Great Handprint is still a long way off, and he cannot unleash its full potential.

If it were Ji Haoyue or even Ji Zi, Lü Yao would definitely not have had it so easy.

Lu Yao's hair shone with intense holy light, and one hundred and eight divine rings rose and fell. His entire body transformed into an energy body, his eyes were golden, and his face was cold and stern, without joy or sorrow. He simply unleashed holy light magic at will to test his combat power.

Any of Ji Ting's methods would be weakened by the Holy Light Prison and then completely countered by Lü Yao.

He could only passively take the beating, and within three or five moves, he was broken down by Lü Yao and seriously injured.

Suddenly, a golden spear appeared abruptly on Lü Yao's back, its sharpness unmatched and its killing intent rampant.

Zhao Jinshuo has appeared!

Ignoring him completely, Lü Yao slapped Ji Ting's other shoulder, smashing it to the ground.

"Boom!" The floor tiles flew off and cracked, creating a huge crater several meters long.

"Tear!"

What? Zhao Jinshuo's confident expression suddenly turned ugly.

This was a spear strike that combined all his cultivation and divine power, a strike that even the most accomplished members of the Ji family in the Four Extremes and Four Heavens could not ignore.

But now it just passed right through Lü Yao's body, as if piercing through the air.

Is this the secret technique of Yao Guang?

Chapter Thirty-One: Shaking the Heavens, Illuminating All Realms

The omnipresent holy light made him sluggish, as if he were walking through mud.

He had finally managed to escape, but the shot had no effect, which startled him, and he quickly retreated.

But it was too late. Lü Yao turned around, and a beam of holy light swept out, piercing through one of the armored knight's arms.

Half of his arm was charred black as if burned by divine fire.

Lu Yao watched quietly as the knight retreated and dragged away the cultivator who had used the Void Divine Art.

“You are definitely not an ordinary disciple of Yao Guang.” Zhao Jinshuo’s eyes were sinister, and his tone was full of disbelief.

He popped a green, centuries-old elixir into his mouth, desperately absorbing its life essence. Golden light flowed down his arm, and his wounds slowly healed.

The healing techniques recorded in the scriptures he practiced were generally ineffective.

Suddenly, he said with certainty, "Could it be that you are the first candidate for Holy Son under the Holy Son of Yao Guang?! Possessing some kind of mysterious physique?"

If that's the case, it makes sense. Such a person would definitely be given special attention and nurtured by the Yao Guang Holy Land, and his status would be equivalent to that of the Ji family's purple moon.

Only in this way can the Dao Palace withstand the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

In just one encounter, he lost half an arm.

Lu Yao smiled: "I want to know why you surrounded and killed the two of us."

He slowly approached, his posture upright and his appearance as elegant as jade. One hundred and eight divine rings turned golden within this white domain, shining with divine light, making it difficult to see his face.

Hearing this question, Ji Ting, who was screaming in agony, gritted his teeth and cursed, "So what if he's a candidate for Holy Son of the Yao Guang Sect? He killed the offspring of my Ji family's Supreme Elder, so he can only die!"

"A descendant of the Supreme Elder of the Ji family?" Lu Yao frowned. When had he ever killed such a person? Since arriving in Beidou, he had only killed a young cultivator who wanted to take a spiritual weapon from him.

"Don't even think about getting away with pretending you don't know. The Demon Emperor's Tomb has opened, and you killed the son of a powerful being. You have no idea how much Ji Yuanbing dotes on Ji Jinyue!"

It was too much of a coincidence, so much so that he thought it was fake, so much so that he thought there were two dark hands manipulating things.

Zhao Jinshuo, whose injuries had largely healed, said coldly:

"It was my carelessness just now. I didn't expect you to have cultivated the Holy Light Undying Body to such a level, almost turning into holy light and weakening divine power. Now, I will crush you inch by inch and take you back to the Ji family."

"Kill him! Kill him!" Ji Ting roared, his eyes filled with suspense.

He was seriously injured, and ordinary elixirs could not save him. Even if he sought help from the experts in his family, he would have to pay a huge price.

Zhao Jinshuo is a whole realm higher than Lü Yao, his realm is stable, and the scriptures he cultivates are also extraordinary. It can be said that there is absolutely no possibility of him losing!

Reversing even a minor realm is incredibly difficult, earning it the nickname "slaying immortals" from busybodies; reversing a major realm is even more impossible.

He dared to say that even though the Ji family's divine body had arrived!

Even though Lü Yao had reversed his cultivation level by a whole realm, Ji Ting still refused to acknowledge the former's terrifying strength. He only felt that it was because he was careless and that his cultivation level was unstable, which prevented him from displaying the strength that the Four Extremes Secret Realm should have.

"kill!"

With a roar, Zhao Jinshuo drew his spear with one hand, transforming into a golden streak of light as he charged towards Lü Yao.

In an instant, the roar of battle shook the heavens, and countless phantoms of knights appeared all around, as if a heavenly army was charging and fighting!

War drums thundered, and the flashes of spears and halberds stretched across the sky.

Zhao Jinshuo did not receive a single word of the Void Ancient Scripture from the Ji family without their complete trust, but he still managed to exchange it for the first three volumes of a sage's scripture through his contributions to the family.

“The Ji family…the Ji family…heh…” Lu Yao sneered, his voice barely audible: “I never expected to accidentally offend the Ji family. It’s truly a dark joke.”

Wasn't it agreed that the older generation wouldn't interfere when peers fought in the world of Shrouding the Heavens? And what's wrong with killing a bandit?

Are only those geniuses with the ambition to attain enlightenment the only ones?

"Since that's the case, then let this ancient clan see what happens when they provoke me!"

Lu Yao's hair fluttered, each strand flowing with white light, his face blurred and indistinct, his killing intent rising into the sky like billowing smoke.

He accelerated, lunging forward with overwhelming momentum, deeply shocking the half-crippled Ji Ting and the spectator Ye Fan.