Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Yi Yang opened his eyes, his eyes shining with a resolute light.

He no longer hesitated.

He mobilized the true energy of the Wood element within his body without reservation, channeling it along his meridians into his right arm, and then into the Xuan Yuan Blade he held in his palm.

At the same time, within his sea of ​​consciousness, the nine-foot-tall golden-haired giant ape that sensed Yi Yang's will opened its three eyes.

The boundless divine power of the "Breaking Illusion" realm acted like an invisible bridge, connecting Yi Yang's will with the spiritual weapon in his hand that had been dormant for countless years.

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Xuan Yuan, who had been asleep for an unknown period of time, sensed the will of his master.

The ancient and obscure patterns on the black blade seemed to come alive, lighting up one after another, starting from the hilt.

The jet-black sheen spread rapidly along the patterns, quickly covering the entire longsword.

At this moment, Xuan Yuan's simple and unadorned blade transformed into a pure darkness capable of devouring all light.

It is no longer just an ordinary piece of iron.

It transformed into a weapon.

The humming sound emanating from the blade changed from low to high, and the sharp sound made the surrounding shattered rocks resonate.

Countless tiny stone chips, defying common sense, floated in mid-air.

A clear, violent, and bloodthirsty desire surged into Yi Yang's mind through the connection of his consciousness.

The knife is cheering.

It longs to drink blood again.

At the other end of the valley, the three-zhang-tall flesh and blood monster that Han Qian had transformed into felt the sudden surge of power emanating from Yi Yang.

For the first time, a trace of primal human fear was revealed in those scarlet vertical pupils.

"This guy...!"

"That sword is a spirit weapon? How is that possible?!"

"How could he possess such a powerful spiritual weapon?!"

Ye Hanqian's true form, inside the monster's body, let out an incredulous scream.

Sensing the immense threat posed by Yi Yang, she no longer underestimated him and unleashed the last vestiges of her bloodthirsty power without reservation.

The monster's enormous body began to change; its massive size and scarlet flesh began to shrink rapidly.

All the tentacles and limbs curled inward, and the layers of flesh and carapace grew and thickened wildly, eventually turning it into a huge, blood-red fleshy ball with a diameter of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) covered with hideous blood vessels and tumors.

Ye Hanqian abandoned all means of attack in this way.

He planned to defend with all his might, relying on his powerful flesh regeneration ability and defensive strength to withstand Yi Yang's attack.

She judged that after Yi Yang unleashed this attack, the true energy within his body, which was at the first level of the Profound Realm, would surely be depleted.

Therefore, she believed that as long as she could hold on, victory would still be hers.

But Yi Yang didn't give her much time to prepare.

He slowly raised the Xuan Yuan sword in his hand. The spiritual weapon, completely covered in inky black light, emitted a deep and long, dragon-like cry in his hand.

"White Tiger Roars at the Moon".

Yi Yang uttered four words.

He used the knife again, but this time the feeling was completely different from the feeling in Wanfeng County.

"White Tiger Roars at the Moon" does not emphasize techniques, but rather "momentum".

Yi Yang poured all the killing intent he had accumulated in his two lifetimes, the forbearance he had endured for sixty years while struggling in the mud, the murderous aura he had honed in the days of licking blood from the edge of a knife, along with all the true energy of the Tongxuan Realm and the incomparably ferocious power of the Xuanyuan Spirit Weapon itself, into this one strike.

The blade remained untouched.

The air in the entire valley seemed to stagnate.

The gravel no longer falls from the rock face.

The gentle breeze stopped.

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence.

Ye Hanqian transformed into the monster that had just shrunk into a ball of flesh. Her flesh and carapace began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, like prey being stared at by a peerless tiger.

The killing intent subsided in the next instant.

then.

Yi Yang swung his sword and unleashed the strike.

This slash was delivered without any azure-green blade energy or the phantom of a blue dragon.

What detached from the Xuan Yuan Blade was a pure, pitch-black blade of light.

The moment the blade left the blade, the light swelled in the wind and transformed into a ferocious, jet-black tiger in mid-air.

The black tiger was three times larger than a real tiger in the mountains and forests. Its four paws were off the ground, and its mane stood on end like rows of black steel needles.

It opened its blood-red maw and let out a silent roar at the crimson ball of flesh.

No sound.

Only pure killing intent transformed into a tangible shockwave, silently crushing the rocks within a three-zhang radius into dust.

This is not sword energy.

This is the product of the fusion of Xuan Yuan's spiritual weapon power and the "White Tiger Roars at the Moon" sword aura.

It is a "murderous entity".

The black tiger lunged forward and crashed into the blood-red flesh ball that Ye Hanqian had manifested.

There was no loud crashing sound.

The black tiger's claws and fangs, formed from murderous intent, seemed to pass through a paper barrier the moment they touched the flesh and carapace.

Ye Hanqian's flesh and blood armor, which she had gathered with all her might, was torn open from the front, leaving a huge gash that ran through the entire sphere.

Xuan Yuan's spiritual weapon power possesses a special attribute.

The wounds it inflicts will never heal.

The flesh on both sides of the rift surged and writhed wildly, trying to close up, but it seemed to be held firmly in place by an invisible force, leaving a half-foot-wide, blood-soaked, hideous gap.

"ah--!"

Ye Hanqian, hidden deep within the monster's body, let out a piercing scream.

Black Tiger's killing intent pierced through layers of flesh and blood, striking directly at her true form hidden deep within her abdominal cavity.

At this moment, Ye Hanqian's left side, along with the blood vessels wrapped around her body, was torn to shreds by this unreasonable killing intent.

The main body was severely injured, and the manifested blood-red fleshy ball convulsed violently in place for three breaths.

Then, it split in two from the middle.

A large amount of dark red, viscous liquid poured out, pooling on the ground to form a foul-smelling pool of blood.

Ye Hanqian's true form rolled out from among the blood and flesh remains.

Her left arm disappeared at the shoulder, and the flesh on the left side of her torso, torn apart by the Black Tiger's murderous intent, appeared a strange, charred black.

Those were marks left by the burning power of the spiritual weapon; her strength was simply insufficient to allow her to heal herself.

She knelt in the pool of blood, her right hand clutching her wound tightly, gasping for breath. Her alluring face was ashen white.

She raised her head and looked at the figure standing ten feet away, holding a knife. The arrogance and disdain in her eyes had vanished completely.

What remained was only a deep-seated horror and an intense, unyielding resentment.

Yi Yang was not having an easy time either.

The activation of the spiritual weapon's power, combined with the full force of "White Tiger Roaring at the Moon," nearly drained all the true energy from his body.

His arm was trembling slightly.

The skin and flesh at the base of Xuan Yuan's right hand, where he gripped the blade, had already torn open, and blood was dripping down the hilt of the knife.

But his eyes remained calm and unwavering, without the slightest hint of panic.

He carried Xuan Yuan and walked step by step toward Ye Hanqian.

The pace was slow.

Each step he took was treading on rubble and blood, splashing up dark red water.

Ye Hanqian watched his approaching figure, her molars almost grinding to powder.

She slammed her right hand on the ground.

A large amount of blood gushed from her wound and soaked into the rocks beneath her feet.

This is a full-scale activation of the "Blood Demon Maze" that she had already set up in the valley.

A layer of scarlet mist surged in from all directions, quickly enveloping her figure before rapidly fading and disappearing towards the valley's exit.

She was trapped in a deadly situation and wanted to escape.

Upon seeing this scene, Yi Yang paused for a moment.

His true energy was almost exhausted. Even if his divine sense kept locked on the other party, entering this maze would be a loss. He needed to recover first.

Yi Yang wasn't in a hurry.

Given the extent of his injuries, even if he escaped, he would be crippled and unable to escape the range of his divine sense.

He was preparing to sheathe his sword and take out the pills from his storage ring.

Suddenly, I noticed that the sky above my head darkened for a moment.

It's not that the clouds are blocking the sun.

A figure leaped down from the top of the cliff above the valley.

The figure fell extremely fast, but its posture was strangely steady, like a withered leaf falling from a height, neither fast nor slow.

Yi Yang's divine sense locked onto the person who came in immediately.

His cultivation level is far superior to Ye Hanqian's.

He couldn't even tell how strong the man was.

As the person landed, they held the gun in one hand and gently pushed it forward.

A condensed, silvery-white spear beam shot out from his hand.

The spear's light pierced through the Blood Fiend Maze that covered the entire valley, like a pillar of light descending from the sky, piercing through the surrounding blood-red curtain and opening a straight passage through the crimson mist.

At the end of the spear's edge, the mangled remains of flesh and blood, desperately trying to escape the maze, suddenly stiffened.

Ye Hanqian looked down at the silver-white spear tip that had pierced through her chest, her face filled with confusion and despair.

The force of the spear exploded from the tip.

Her already broken body was pinned to a boulder at the valley's exit.

Blood flowed slowly down the cold barrel of the gun.

Without its manipulator's control, the Blood Fiend Maze dissipated piece by piece, like a curtain torn apart by a gale.

The valley has regained its clarity.

Yi Yang gripped the Xuan Yuan sword tightly, his gaze piercing through the dissipating crimson mist to the figure standing with a gun.

The newcomer was dressed in a standard set of black iron armor, with a tall and straight figure and extremely sharp eyes.

The tip of the silver spear in his hand was still stained with Ye Hanqian's blood, which dripped onto the gravel at his feet.

The man did not look at Ye Hanqian's body.

He turned around, his sharp eyes, so intense that no one dared to look him in the eye, staring directly at Yi Yang.

There was neither kindness nor malice in his eyes.

There was only one kind of pure scrutiny and assessment that made Yi Yang's spine tighten slightly.

The visitor was neither friend nor foe.