Chapter 68: The Person Who Even Tiger Soul Can't Kill
Blood! Scorching hot blood, not only carrying a bright and eerie crimson color, but also mixed with many fine flesh fragments, which makes people's eyes widen in shock. And the person who spat out this mouthful of blood is none other than Yang Guang. This great prince of Sui, "thud" fell to his knees, his hands tightly covering his temples. He let out a loud and hoarse roar: "It hurts so much, my head... damn it, it hurts so much!"
His arm was broken, but the remaining power of Leitian's "Great Strength" still lingered in his five organs and couldn't be driven away. The severity of Yang Zhao's injuries would never be inferior to those of Yang Guang. However, Little King Wang disregarded his own injuries and forcibly swallowed the blood that had rushed up to his throat, hoarsely urging: "Father, you...you must calm down and circulate your Qi to alleviate the pain, don't let the evil wind control your mind."
"Nonsense! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Yang Guang suddenly lifted his head, only to see the veins on his face bulging, his eyes shooting out fierce red light, and his entire person looking like a ferocious demon from hell. He completely lost the demeanor of the Crown Prince of Sui and bellowed: "My head is already killing me, you little beast are still yelling and jumping around, do you want to hurry up and anger me to death so you can become emperor yourself? Damn it, damn it, damn it, I'll kill you!"
In the midst of a loud roar, Yang Guang pressed his hands on the ground and sprang up like a wolf, pouncing towards the sky. His palms merged, and from above, he fiercely chopped down at his own son's head with a torrential wave of knives that threatened to extinguish all life and devour everything. Before the attack even reached him, Yang Zhao knew through his internal energy that he couldn't just dodge it. If he did, their energies would clash, and Yang Guang's knife momentum would build up layer upon layer, each wave more powerful than the last, crazily chopping towards him until death. With no other choice, the young master gritted his teeth and simultaneously used both palms to execute the "Mountain Stabilizing" technique, meeting the attack head-on. In a flash of lightning, a strange, muffled sound burst forth as Yang Guang's palm-knife, which was surprisingly both hard and soft, rebounded off his son's palms like a raging torrent crashing against rocks, and swiftly stabbed towards his chest.
In fact, Little King Wang never intended to fight his old man to the end from the very beginning. While exchanging blows, he quickly activated the "Infinite Electric" heart method. In the blink of an eye, a dazzling blue light enveloped Little King Wang's entire body, making him appear vague and insubstantial. Yang Guang's palm knife inserted into his chest, but there was no feeling of bone or flesh being crushed, and his palms quickly separated to launch a frenzied and violent tearing motion. The dense killing intent that had reached an unprecedented level dissipated along with the blue light, disappearing without a trace.
It was just an afterimage. The real Yang Zhao had already retreated seven or eight meters back, and his back "banged" heavily against the half-collapsed palace pillar. The remaining knife energy in his body was released, and the column with a diameter of at least 50 cm instantly turned into a pile of wood shavings. A crimson blood line simultaneously appeared on Little King's chest, extending straight from his chest to his lower abdomen. If he had retreated just one-hundredth of a second later, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Yang Guang suddenly raised his head, a pair of tiger eyes filled with blood vessels staring at his son, and cursed: "You actually didn't die. Why won't you let your old man kill you? Damn it, hateful, infuriating! Can't kill you with bare hands, I'll use this then. Old friend, come on~~~"
In the midst of a frantic and loud cry, the ground of the Daxing Imperial Palace suddenly began to shake violently. Immediately afterwards, the Crown Prince's East Palace was enveloped in a dazzling golden light. Although it was already late afternoon, the brightness of the sky suddenly increased. Yang Zhao involuntarily raised his head to look up, and as soon as he took a glance, his pupils suddenly contracted violently, only because in that orange-red sunset that had slanted down beside the eaves of the East Palace, there existed - a fierce tiger!
The beast spread its four hooves and galloped wildly, rushing towards the already ruined battlefield. In an instant, countless memory fragments flashed through Little King's mind like a lantern slide, and he didn't need to look again to know what it was, why it came, and what it would do when it arrived.
That fierce tiger flying through the air is actually the Heavenly God Soldier: Tiger Soul!
In the distant past, a monster from outside the sky descended upon the earth, devouring the essence of human flesh and blood. It was eventually swallowed whole by the war god Chi You's mount, the War Tiger. Chi You then extracted both the monster and the War Tiger's spine, causing them to merge into a single entity: the Heaven-Slaying Tiger Soul, a symbol of the ultimate power of the "Yin God". Fifteen years ago, the Tiger Soul was unsealed from its prison in the Yin Mountain Demon Temple. After numerous battles and struggles that claimed countless lives, it eventually fell into the hands of Yang Guang, who had assumed the alias "Kai Xin" and emerged as the final victor. Following his battle with the 9,000-year-old Imperial City, Yang Guang disappeared from the Jianghu world, secretly hiding away the Tiger Soul sword, never to be seen again.
Yang Zhao had thought of this super heavenly god sword when he first crossed over. However, later on, he finally came to his senses and knew that with his insignificant strength at the time, even if he really got the divine knife, he still couldn't control the war tiger's ferocious spirit inside the knife. In the end, he could only be controlled by the sword, becoming a puppet for the war tiger's ferocious spirit to kill people, so he gave up. But unexpectedly, at this moment, Yang Guang, who was driven mad by his old illness, wanted to kill his own son and recklessly called out the tiger's spirit again, causing this violent heavenly god sword to reappear in broad daylight.
Tiger soul heavy light, heaven and earth called emperor; who with match, only have heavenly crystal!
Yang Zhao didn't have the Tian Jing, but he also had a Heavenly Divine Soldier - the Yin Yang Command. Whether it was for himself or for Yang Guang's sake, Young Master Wang no longer held back in the slightest. His left and right hands simultaneously reached out behind him to grab at the void, and he shouted in a low voice: "Yin Yang Command, come forth!" Before his words had even faded away, two beams of black and white light shot out from the ruins of the palace, automatically falling into Young Master Wang's hands like magnets attracting iron.
At the same time, a strong light of the same color as the sunset also brought a sharp and fierce wind that killed people. Just in front of him, this striped tiger that came from the sun landed steadily on the ground. It grasped the ground with its four claws, letting out a silent roar towards the sky. The violent power like a storm swept across the entire scene immediately, and although they were still a hundred meters away, the surviving palace guards around them could not withstand it and were shocked to death. Yang Guang laughed loudly with a ferocious face, stretched his hand into the tiger's body composed of pure violent energy, and pulled outwards fiercely.
A crystal-clear knife with a strange shape, its spine visible as if it were made of crystal, was held firmly in the right hand of the Crown Prince of Sui, raised high towards the sky. The fierce tiger spirit instantly disappeared into the blade and became invisible. Suddenly, a cold light burst forth, and a violent whirlwind erupted from the Tiger Soul Divine Blade, sending everything in all directions, whether dead or alive, except for Yang Zhao, tumbling involuntarily into a massive ball of flesh and blood. Yang Guang laughed maniacally as he swung his knife, slicing through hundreds of bodies that instantly withered like Egyptian mummies, their vital energy completely drained by the ferocious Tiger Soul. In an instant, all his internal and external wounds were healed, restoring him to his peak state. He couldn't help but let out a long howl towards the sky, his voice like a wolf's cry and a demon's wail!
This scene, as if a dream! Yang Zhao, even with the divine sword in hand, felt a chill at this moment. He had fantasized thousands of times about holding the Tiger Soul Divine Sword, dominating the battlefield, killing anyone he met, and establishing an unparalleled reputation for invincibility. But now that the Tiger Soul Divine Sword was right in front of him, Young Master Wang couldn't muster even half a desire to possess this divine sword.
At this moment, Yang Zhao's only feeling was two words - disgusting.
Yang Guang, who had obtained "progressive nourishment", felt his limbs and bones filled with strength, and he was invigorated. Not only did he not feel any nausea or disgust, but he also felt an indescribable pleasure and joy, which was even more exciting than the hallucinations produced by opium (naturally, this era did not have opium). However, the more excited he became, the angrier he got, the angrier he got, the more his head hurt, and the more his head hurt, the more he wanted to kill people. He turned around, his gaze locked tightly on Yang Zhao again, and roared: "You little beast, they're all dead, why won't you die? My head still hurts so much, return this life I gave you! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"
A roar erupted, and the Tiger Soul Knife swung back, sending the human flesh ball flying off, crashing to the ground with a loud "boom" and shattering into powder, making it impossible to distinguish which corpse was which. Yang Guang didn't even have half the interest in distinguishing them. His body followed the knife's movement, spinning rapidly like a top, instantly generating a powerful tornado-like vortex - the seventh limit of the Tiger Soul Knife technique: Storm!
In ancient times, the war god Chi You witnessed heavenly disasters and earthly calamities, thus gaining insight and inspiration to create the unparalleled knife technique of the Seven Great Limits. Each style - Heaven, Earth, Fire, Ice, Wind, Mountain, and Sea - possessed boundless destructive power, shaking the universe with its momentum, dominating the vast expanse. When wielded by Chi You in conjunction with the Tiger Soul Divine Knife, it was as if heaven and earth were turned upside down, evoking fear from gods and demons alike.
The Seven Great Limits were unleashed from Yang Guang's hands, but they didn't even amount to a tenth of Chi You's power. Nevertheless, it was as if a disaster had descended upon the world, threatening to extinguish all life. As soon as the "Storm" was released, a massive tornado-like vortex appeared, connecting heaven and earth, stirring up sand and rocks like a dragon taking water. The Great Xing Imperial Palace was filled with flying sand and stones, and the sky grew dark. The fierce winds howled louder than ghosts wailing, and under the unprecedented centrifugal force, not only did Yang Guang break free from the constraints of the universal gravitational pull and float upwards, but even Yang Zhao was swept into the storm, spinning out of control. Amidst the tornado were countless shattered bricks and stones, which, influenced by the Seven Great Limits' knife energy, simultaneously launched a dense barrage of attacks on him, making it impossible to avoid. Fortunately, Young Master Wang had the Heavenly God Soldier Yin-Yang Command in his hand. He exhausted his internal energy to wield the divine soldier, forming a black-and-white vortex that created a Taiji shield to envelop and protect himself, stabilizing his defense. Although he couldn't shake off the wind's pull for the time being, he managed to preserve himself without losing control, preventing the dense hail of stones and the razor-sharp winds from invading within three inches of his body.
The dark clouds in the sky gathered rapidly under the storm's power, and the setting sun was quickly obscured from view. The night fell swiftly, and it was hard to see even five fingers when stretching out one's hand. Suddenly, a silver snake flashed, and the entire sky was filled with large patches of dazzling white snow that made it impossible to open one's eyes. "Crack!" A thunderclap shook the air, and Yang Guang wielded his sword with a fierce cry, as if a god from heaven had descended upon the earth. Before the sound of his cry had faded away, a mighty sword aura burst forth, condensing into an unmatched blade that split the sky and cleaved the earth, striking towards Yang Zhao in the midst of the tornado with a single slash. The ferocity of the sword's intent, the dominance of its momentum, the sharpness of its energy, and the swiftness of its speed were all unprecedented in the young master's lifetime. Even the invincible Nine Thousand Years Old seemed to be slightly inferior to Yang Guang at this moment in his consciousness.
Yang Guang's strength was naturally not enough to really surpass Jiu Qian Sui. In fact, during the battle of the Imperial City that year, "Kai Xin", who also wielded a Tiger Seal, was easily defeated by Jiu Qian Sui. However, at that time, Jiu Qian Sui held in his hand a Heaven God Sword, "Shen Huang", which represented "hegemony" and had an enormous power comparable to the Tian Jing Hu Bao. Yang Zhao met Jiu Qian Sui in the Sky Abyss Valley, but from start to finish, he did not use the divine sword, nor did he use his strongest martial art, Cosmic True Energy, and he did not intend to kill Xiao Wang Ye like Yang Guang did. After adding and subtracting, this gave Yang Zhao a mistaken impression that Yang Guang was stronger than Jiu Qian Sui.
The thought of the danger of war only flashed through his mind, and it was even more impossible for him to have the luxury of carefully comparing the two men's martial arts skills. The divine soldiers were born for battle, and their love of fighting was a common trait among all divine soldiers in the universe. The tiger's fierce aura burst forth, and the yin-yang command naturally did not want to be left out. The yin-yang divine energy actively poured into the young king's body to help him stop bleeding and heal his wounds. In an instant, he let out a loud "hiss" as he spat out the accumulated stagnant blood in his body, restoring about 70-80% of his combat strength. The mixed fire qilin true yuan inner elixir transformed into the qilin dry yang skill, instantly pushing it to the highest fifth realm he had learned. The true energy formed a taiji black and white gas sphere that enveloped his entire body, circulating endlessly without interruption. At the moment of electric light and stone fire, the black yin command calmly and steadily met the tiger's fierce slash.
Divine soldiers clashed, and the sparks splashed out a sharp metallic sound of "Ka-ching~~". Yang Guang took advantage of his high position to gain the upper hand, and with a single burst of power from the Seven Great Limits, he crushed Little Wang's body completely. The two men fell rapidly towards the ground, like meteors falling from the sky, and finally crashed onto the ground with a loud "Boom~".
Young King's foot stepped on the ground, and he immediately borrowed his strength to stand firm. He raised his divine soldiers and inserted them into the land below. In an instant, the tiger's unparalleled killing power was absorbed by the black shadow whale, and then transferred to the white sun through Yang Zhao's body as a medium. The Storm's power spread rapidly through the ground transmission. The entire surface of the earth "隆～" sank downward, suddenly forming a huge depression covering the original palace.
The two instruments and eight methods of "Tian Xuan Di Zhuan" were fully activated. The word "xie" was used to borrow the power of yin and yang, allowing it to reach its peak. The fierce and violent power of the tiger's soul, combined with the seven major limits of divine martial arts, still couldn't harm Young Master Wang in the slightest!
He is someone even Tiger might not be able to kill.
