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With a thunderous crash, the massive halberd wielded by the Puppet General collided with Song Baliang's fist. The halberd bent under the force, and Song Baliang was sent flying, his fist torn and bleeding.
Song Baliang stood firm, his stance unyielding as he was pushed back nearly a thousand feet before finally regaining his balance.
Zhao Yang furrowed his brow, surprised by the Puppet General's formidable strength, capable of injuring Song Baliang, who possessed the Vajra Body.
Taking advantage of Song Baliang's injury, two elegantly dressed young men in white suddenly launched an attack from either side.
"This monk hasn't refined the Haotian Pill yet; if we can't get our hands on it, we can at least seize this divine elixir!" one of the youths shouted. "Hand over the elixir, or we'll have to gut you!"
Furious at their words, Song Baliang bellowed, "You two dare to plot my murder while facing such a great enemy? You seek death!"
The sound of Infinite Path reverberated in the air as Song Baliang unleashed the Buddhism technique known as Vajra Roar. The two young men were knocked back, blood streaming from their noses and mouths. All the cultivators present were astonished; they hadn't expected this monk's combat power to be so high, mastering the true roar of Buddhism.
Wounded and in disarray, the two youths exchanged glances and suddenly came together. Their hands pressed against each other as the surrounding air rushed toward them. A powerful storm swirled around them, and an overwhelming force emanated from their bodies, locking onto Song Baliang with the intent to kill him.
Initially dismissive of these two youths, Song Baliang felt a twinge of fear as he realized he couldn't move!
His inability to move wasn't solely due to the pressure from their overwhelming wind force; rather, someone else was secretly restraining him! In shock, Song Baliang glanced down at a slender shadow on the ground and discovered that part of his own shadow extended into the crowd. A young man was smiling at him with a mocking expression, eyes gleaming with triumph.
However, in the next moment, that young man's smile froze into terror and confusion as a thin stream of blood suddenly erupted from his temple. Zhao Yang's finger twitched as a gleaming flying knife returned to his hand.
Zhao Yang looked up at the two graceful youths in the sky, who had formed a high-speed swirling cone of wind. With a leap, he silently passed through the storm barrier they had created and arrived beside them. In their horrified gaze, he swiftly struck twice with his fingers, shattering their skulls.
"The twin prodigies of Wind God Hall have actually been killed by a monk with just two fingers! Were those two too weak, or is that monk too strong?"
The onlooking cultivators were all shocked, seemingly overwhelmed by the death of the so-called twin prodigies of Wind God Hall.
At that moment, a sudden rush of wind swept past their ears, moving at an incredible speed. It was the Puppet General, who had just swept through a group of cultivators and was now raising its massive spear to strike at Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang narrowly dodged, but the force of the spear's wind pushed him back two yards. Just as he was taken aback, the Puppet General's already crippled leg swept towards him, stirring up a tremendous gust that sent seven or eight powerful Foundation Establishment Stage experts flying toward Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang retaliated with a kick, shattering the Puppet General's crippled leg into pieces. However, he too was sent flying by the immense force, sliding along the ground for thousands of yards and crashing into one giant tree after another.
He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and exclaimed in shock, "How can it have such great power!" He had not used any force techniques earlier and had intended to crush the Puppet General with pure physical strength. It was only when the attack approached that he realized its weight was like a mountain, capable of crushing someone into pulp. No wonder even Song Baliang of the Vajra Body could not withstand it.
Many cultivators saw how ferocious the Puppet General was and began to retreat in panic. The Puppet General ignored everyone else and focused solely on attacking Zhao Yang. Frustrated, Zhao Yang thought that if it weren't for the life-saving techniques passed down by his master, he might have perished here today!
The Puppet General charged again, radiating blinding light as it swept away another group of cultivators. Its mechanical hand transformed and grew larger, crashing down toward Zhao Yang. Many cultivators watched with glee, smirking at the thought that if the holder of the Haotian Pill died, it would become unclaimed property—giving them a chance to seize it!
However, what they imagined did not happen. In the arena, the Bald Boy held up a single finger against the enormous hand above him without showing any signs of struggling under pressure. Beside him stood a monk with his hands raised above his head, eyes closed and palms flat as if trying to support the descending mechanical hand and rescue his junior brother.
Yet he could not reach it; that colossal hand remained steadily balanced on the Bald Boy's finger while everything else around it bent under its weight without causing it to descend.
Song Baliang suddenly opened his eyes in surprise at Zhao Yang's actions and said in confusion, "Junior brother, what is this…"
"Sky-Propelling Finger," Zhao Yang casually replied, naming his technique nonchalantly. The other cultivators looked on with intrigue; although they had never heard of Sky-Propelling Finger before, its name suggested it must be an extraordinary cultivation method. What was happening now was merely Zhao Yang's application of principles regarding weight and balance.
Zhao Yang braced himself as the Puppet General's mechanical index finger twitched, slicing through the sky with a sharp sound, cleaving the massive hand apart. A cold light pierced through the Puppet General's chest, followed by a crisp sound that seemed to emanate from its core. Yet, the Puppet General did not fall; instead, it continued to raise its already bent giant halberd and swung it down.
Song Baliang was taken aback, but Zhao Yang remained composed. His fingertips trembled rapidly as countless beams of radiant light erupted from the Puppet General's chest. In an instant, flying daggers pierced through the Puppet General's core thousands of times. The Puppet General's movements froze, the flames in its enormous eyes extinguished, and then its chest exploded. Its massive body disintegrated and collapsed, sending a powerful shockwave that hurled many nearby cultivators away, with several dying on the spot.
"This isn't a demon core at all; it's Primordial Spirit!" Zhao Yang exclaimed as he realized his discovery. No wonder his Divine Sense had been repelled by an invisible force when scanning the Puppet General's chest, preventing him from locating its core mechanism.
However, the formidable Puppet General was ultimately slain by the chosen one of the Haotian Pill!
The Haotian Pill in the air trembled violently. Amidst the collapsing squares, one after another, rare treasures transformed into vibrant spiritual essence and were absorbed by the Haotian Pill. Some treasures previously obtained by deceased cultivators also turned into brilliant lights and flew toward the Haotian Pill, which grew larger and deeper like an ocean! The remaining two to three hundred cultivators revealed greedy expressions and collectively turned their gazes toward Zhao Yang.
"After we kill him, we can fight for the Haotian Pill. What do you say?" one cultivator shouted, voicing what everyone was thinking: to work together to eliminate the chosen one of the Haotian Pill before contending for its possession.
"If you dare touch my junior brother, I will take a few of you down with me even if I die!" Song Baliang roared, his tiger-like eyes wide with fury. Even he, possessing a Vajra Body, felt uncertain facing such a multitude of elite opponents.
Yet Zhao Yang remained silent and instead transmitted a message to Song Baliang to retreat quickly. His powerful Divine Sense detected a sudden and drastic change in the surrounding environment—an alteration that plunged him into an abyss of uncertainty beyond his comprehension and control!
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