I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 596: Cao Youqian Battles the Heroes in Succession
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Chapter 596: Cao Youqian Battles the Heroes in Succession
Drip, drop.
Moment by moment, time slipped away.
High in the sky, neither figure initiated the strike. In a clash between top-tier experts, raw technique often takes a backseat; victory is instead determined by one's mental fortitude and their profound comprehension of the Great Dao.
With his arms still crossed, Cao Youqian maintained a persistent sneer, even as the fiery fighting intent in his gaze intensified.
In contrast, beads of perspiration had begun to dot Mo Ke’s brow.
The second those droplets merged and traced a path down his cheek, Mo Ke snapped his eyes open. He thrust his palms forward and commanded four words.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Homage to the Patriarch!"
Instantly, the massive Buddha statue looming in the heavens pressed its palms together, forging a colossal Swastika Buddhist seal that surged forward.
The moment this Buddha seal manifested, the celestial bodies within the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm—the sun, moon, and stars—were robbed of their brilliance.
Contained within that seal was the ultimate true essence of the Buddhist Dao, a force capable of subjugating ghosts, gods, immortals, demons, and every living thing in existence.
The majority of the surrounding Cultivators watched the airborne seal while trembling uncontrollably. Their legs felt as if the marrow had been drained, forcing them to collapse onto their knees.
A few veterans of the older generation fared better, barely managing to keep their feet.
Yet, while they remained standing, they lacked even the breath required to speak.
Only a single thought occupied their minds: Buddhist Son Mo Ke possessed a truly terrifying level of power.
"Somewhat interesting," Cao Youqian remarked.
He lifted his hand and unleashed a devastating strike.
"Extreme Way Divine Fist!"
As Cao Youqian struck, the Dharma Idol formed from his Great Dao’s true essence mirrored the movement, throwing a punch of its own.
There was no wasted effort or flashy flair; it was a deceptively simple, direct punch.
Boom!
The strike ignited a sonic boom.
It appeared as though this single fist would punch a hole straight through the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm.
Upon impact, the earth split and mountains crumbled; even the firmament seemed to splinter with cracks.
Shaken by the force of the blow, the older onlookers lost their balance and fell. They stared upward with wide, shocked eyes at Cao Youqian.
Who would emerge victorious?
The question had barely formed in the minds of the crowd.
They watched as the punch pulverized the Swastika Buddhist seal, which had been radiating golden light. The fist did not lose its momentum, continuing its path toward Mo Ke’s Dharma Idol.
Rumble!!!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the Buddha Dharma Idol of Buddhist Son Mo Ke shattered instantly.
Pu...
A spray of crimson blood erupted from Mo Ke’s mouth. Slowly opening his eyes, he sighed, "Saint Son Cao’s Tyrant Fist is unrivaled; this monk concedes."
Cao Youqian grinned. "Being able to withstand a punch of mine and only spit up blood means you aren't half bad, little monk."
"..."
Buddhist Son Mo Ke paused briefly before responding, "Saint Son Cao overestimates me. This monk shall depart now."
"Hmm, go on then."
The mockery left Cao Youqian’s expression as he gave a small, respectful cupped-fist salute.
Buddhist Son Mo Ke turned and vanished into the horizon. It took a long time for the witnesses to regain their composure.
The scale of the battle had surpassed their logic. Many wondered: were these two truly in the Marquis realm and not Great Sages?
Cao Youqian loosened his neck and shouted, "Next."
"Hmph!"
A freezing snort echoed from the Blood God Cult as a figure concealed by a blood-red mask stepped out.
With his arrival, the world was suddenly bathed in a crimson hue, and a desolate aura of slaughter gripped the land.
The observers felt their skin crawl as they looked upon him.
"Who is that? That killing intent is overwhelming; he's even more powerful than Shi Xuan."
"I recognize him. He is the peerless genius of the Blood God Cult from three decades ago, Sword King Yixi. After he drew the Yixi Sword, he traveled to Tianzhou for his Cultivation. I never expected the Blood God Cult to recall him. How deep is his strength now?"
"..."
Excited whispers filled the air as everyone waited to see which of these two monsters was the stronger.
"What’s your name? State it," Cao Youqian said with a smirk, eyeing the masked man.
"This Saint Son is Yixi."
Saint Son Yixi’s voice was frigid and entirely devoid of feeling.
"Then that blade in your hand must be the Yixi Divine Sword."
Cao Youqian’s eyes drifted to the ornate weapon.
"Correct," Saint Son Yixi replied coldly. "This is the unmatched demonic blade, Yixi. Once drawn, it must taste blood. I returned to challenge Xiao Chen’s Sword Dao, but using your blood as an appetizer isn't a bad alternative."
"Is that so?"
Cao Youqian’s expression grew intensely eager. "If you want a piece of my Eldest Senior Brother, you’ll have to get through me first."
"If you insist."
As Yixi spoke, his Qi exploded. A bloody mist instantly saturated the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm.
A demonic god Dharma Idol, hundreds of feet tall, materialized in the sky.
With the appearance of this demonic entity, the heavens wailed, and even immortals and Buddhas seemed to shudder.
The ground shook violently while the sky produced haunting, strange echoes.
Clang!
As the Yixi Demonic Sword was unsheathed, a pillar of blood-red light pierced the heavens.
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning from the heavens struck the blade.
In the following heartbeat, the malevolent Qi surrounding Saint Son Yixi boiled. His dark eyes turned a deep crimson, his black hair shifted to a ghostly silver-white, and the veins beneath his mask throbbed.
He stood there like a demonic god descending upon the earth. To him, all life appeared as nothing more than fragile toys.
Hiss...
The spectators gasped at the sight.
"What kind of monster has the Blood God Cult raised? That malevolence rivals the extraterrestrial heavenly demons!"
"The Peerless Tyrant Fist has met his match this time."
"..."
Rather than showing fear, Cao Youqian’s grin widened with excitement.
"Good! This is exactly how a real fight should feel!"
As he spoke, his body expanded, reaching a height of over nine feet. His Dharma Idol rose like a titan supporting the sky.
The essences of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, and Lightning swirled around him in a chaotic dance.
The crowd was left speechless by the display.
"The Peerless Tyrant Fist has mastered so many true essences? How is that possible?"
"A man of such fame is never ordinary. This must be the source of his supreme confidence."
"..."
Clang!
Yixi struck first with the demonic sword. The blow carried the power to end the world; as it descended, mountains fell and the earth split apart.
Many feared the strike would tear the secret realm into pieces.
Cao Youqian met the attack with a punch.
Rumble!
Sword Qi and fist force collided in the air, sending tremors through the land.
After the initial clash, both men were pushed back half a step.
Saint Son Yixi stated coldly, "Your blood is worthy of feeding Yixi."
Cao Youqian smiled back. "And you are worthy of making me fight seriously."
With those words, they charged at each other again.
Boom...
Amidst a series of thunderous explosions, the very colors of the world shifted.
Anything touched by the shockwaves of their duel was reduced to dust. The ten Great Sages worked together, erecting light barriers to shield their disciples.
After dozens of exchanges, the sky finally grew still. Every eye turned toward the center, desperate to see who had claimed victory...