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

With the movements of this Blood Illusion Venerable.

boom--!

All the blood in the hall—on the ground, on the seats, in the mutilated corpses, and even on the warriors who hadn't had time to wipe themselves dry after being splattered with blood—boiled up with the press of this button.

Blood exploded instantly, filling the auction hall with a bloody mist and creating a shockwave!

Countless martial artists were blown away by the sudden explosion, their limbs and severed bodies flying everywhere amidst the shattered tables and chairs.

Yi Yang moved the moment before his blood exploded.

He activated his Cloud-Stepping and Wind-Chasing Boots with all his might, his figure sweeping towards the side door. At the same time, he activated the Martial Extreme Dragon Elephant Body to protect his entire body. The aftershocks of the explosive blood energy swept across his back, but his perfect physical body withstood them, leaving only a burning sensation on his back.

He didn't turn around.

But his divine sense saw it—

Three figures burst out from the top floor through the wall.

Jiang Zhongtian's silver spear thrust down first, the spear descending from the sky with the force of a mountain. Bai Yuchen's sword light followed closely behind, a bright white slash coming from the side. Chu Tiankuo made the final move, a powerful blade of light so thick it bent the air, cleaving down from the front.

Guns, swords, and knives.

Three weapons, three completely different methods of killing, converged on Blood Illusion Venerable's location in the same breath.

Three members of the Hidden Dragon List are besieging one person.

Yi Yang steadied himself in the alley outside the side gate and turned to take one last look.

Through the wall, which was already mostly shattered, he saw the blood pool around the Blood Illusion Venerable surge several feet, transforming into a blood-red barrier that withstood the first wave of attacks from the three.

The shockwave surged out from the gap in the auction hall, and the heat wave, carrying the stench of blood, assaulted Yi Yang's face.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran.

Three Perfected Profound Realm cultivators ganged up on an old monster who had been at the Perfected Three Divine Realm for forty years. In a battle of this level, he, a mere First-Level Profound Realm cultivator, didn't even have the right to stand by and watch the show. Even the slightest ripple from the aftershocks would have seriously injured him.

go.

Yi Yang hurried along the narrow alley. His Cloud-Stepping and Wind-Chasing Boots made him 20% faster than usual. He bypassed two streets, where civilians and martial artists were fleeing everywhere. The firelight in the east turned half the sky red.

He had just turned a corner.

A loud bang came from behind.

Yi Yang didn't turn his head, but his divine sense saw it for him.

Several main beams supporting the Tianyun Pavilion were cut in half during the battle between the four top experts.

The brightly lit, towering seven-story pavilion let out a sickening groan before collapsing with a deafening crash.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the moonlight.

Upon sensing this scene, Yi Yang quickened his pace with all his might.

He climbed over a low wall and landed in another alley. Using the wall as cover, he looked up and glanced in the direction of the battlefield.

Four figures crossed paths above the ruins of the collapsed building.

Three figures surrounded and attacked another. The Blood Illusion Venerable, trapped in the center, was not at a disadvantage because it was no longer in human form.

Amidst the smoke and dust.

The form of the Blood Illusion Venerable underwent a dramatic change. His body swelled up, his black robe was torn to shreds, revealing what lay beneath.

That's not a human body.

Six arms grew from the shoulder blades and under the ribs, each arm ending in a ball of solidified blood light. Four thick, sturdy legs supported the ground, their joints bending in a way that resembled that of some kind of arthropod rather than a human.

The biggest change was in his head.

Eight eyes of varying sizes were distributed on the forehead and temples, all glowing with a scarlet light. The face was unrecognizable, and its overall outline seemed to be imitating something.

"Divine messenger..."

The word flashed through Yi Yang's mind.

The Spirit Blood True God, the three-headed, six-armed evil god statue he had seen in Yin Xi and Ye Hanqian's relics.

The Blood Illusion Venerable transformed his physical body into the form of the Spirit Blood True God's "Divine Messenger".

The monster roared to the sky, waving its six arms simultaneously, managing to withstand the combined attack of three experts from the Hidden Dragon Ranking, yet it was only forced back a few steps.

In its eight eyes, there was no madness, only cold, human reason and calculation.

"Such formidable combat power."

"What a bizarre method."

Seeing this scene sent chills down Yi Yang's spine.

It's not fear, but a very pure sense of vigilance towards the unknown.

To transform oneself into such a grotesque and inhuman state while maintaining a clear fighting spirit, even overwhelming three powerful figures on the Hidden Dragon Ranking—the evil beings of this world possess such formidable strength.

He didn't look at it a second time.

Yi Yang lowered his body and moved quickly along the alley wall. At this moment, he had only one thought—to go back to his residence, take Xu Min and the Zhenfuwei with him, and find a safe place to hide out the night.

He had just crossed a side street.

A familiar aura appeared in his consciousness.

At the corner of the street in the distance, a young man dressed in a moon-white robe was moving quickly with a girl in a thin veil.

The man's face was clearly visible in the firelight—his face was as handsome as jade, and his eyes were as bright as stars. He was none other than Xia Haoyun, the prince of the Great Yu Dynasty, who had been singled out by the Blood Illusion Venerable in the top-floor private room earlier.

Xia Haoyun also noticed Yi Yang.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment in mid-air.

Xia Haoyun's eyes were calm, indifferent, and scrutinizing. He knew that the root of tonight's chaos was him. The "dragon aura" that those people were talking about was referring to him, the prince of the Great Yu Dynasty.

He glanced at Yi Yang, assessed the aura emanating from him that indicated he was in the late stage of the True Qi Realm, and then looked away, even though he knew the other party was hiding his strength and could kill a powerhouse in the second stage of the Profound Realm.

But it's still too weak to be of any help.

Without hesitation, Xia Haoyun took the girl, turned around, and disappeared into the night in a few leaps.

Yi Yang stood still, without moving.

He made sure the other person was far away before slowly exhaling:

"That must be the prince of Great Yu..."

It seems that the waters of Hengyue Town are deeper than he thought.

Yi Yang didn't linger. He turned around and quickly disappeared into another, even darker alleyway.

He walked for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, passing through several chaotic streets, and sensed a faint presence behind him, always following him, neither too close nor too far.

This aura is the same as that of the person who competed for cultivation techniques in the second-floor private room. It seems this is not an accident; the other party has come to find me.

A slight smile curved the corners of Yi Yang's mouth.

He didn't look back, nor did he speed up; he simply plunged headlong into an abandoned neighborhood, seemingly in a panic.

Most of the houses here are dilapidated, and the moonlight shines on the broken walls, casting large patches of shadow.

"It's a good place to kill someone."

Yi Yang thought to himself.

Today, I'll find a sturdy target and give it a try.