As soon as Ling Yuanzi struck out, the space before him immediately collapsed. A hand that was half a meter wide condensed in an instant, striking toward Jianchen with lightning-like speed as a blur.
Jianchen became extremely stern. A tremendous pressure had locked onto him. The pressure did not come from Yi Yangzi, but from the palm strike that Yi Yangzi had casually struck out.
Jianchen actually felt like he could not dodge the palm that was completely condensed from energy. It was as if no matter how he dodged, he would not be able to avoid the pursuit of the palm.
Jianchen shivered inside. He switched from holding the Emperor Armament with one hand to holding it with both hands. He raised the Emperor Armament high above his head and swung out a few times with all his might. Several powerful sword Qi tore through the air, shooting toward Yi Yangzi's palm in a straight line.
Yi Yangzi's palm strike was unimaginably powerful. When the sword Qi collided with the palm, they all dispersed, but the palm did not slow down at all. It continued toward Jianchen, but after being weakened by the sword Qi, it had become much weaker.
"Bang!" The palm of energy struck Jianchen mercilessly. Jianchen's Chaotic Body shattered in a single moment, and even the Golden Silk Armor was unable to stop it. His entire chest caved in as his bones shattered inch by inch.
A grunt rang out from Jianchen's throat. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he was blown away. He only stabilized himself after flying several kilometers.
Jianchen was astounded. Yi Yangzi's strength had far exceeded his imagination. Yi Yangzi's casual palm strike still possessed such terrifying power after being weakened by several sword Qi, which deeply shocked him.
At this moment, the remaining great elders and Saint Rulers of the Yiyuan sect all emerged from the Space Gate. When they saw Ling Yuanzi's soul in Yi Yangzi's hand, they were all shocked, but their shock was soon replaced by surging fury. They all glared at Jianchen viciously.
"Ling Yuanzi was injured by you. Who are you? How dare you injure a great elder of our protector sect? Are you tired of living?" A great elder at the very front furiously yelled at Jianchen. He was filled with dignity.
"H- h- he's the Jianchen we're looking for. He's returned with the Winged Tiger," Ling Yuanzi's soul said weakly.
"What! He's Jianchen!" Ling Yuanzi's words shocked all the people from the Yiyuan sect. They all stared at Jianchen in shock as disbelief filled their eyes.
"How is that possible? Jianchen is clearly only a Saint Ruler, yet this person is a Holy Emperor. It's impossible for him to be Jianchen. Ling Yuanzi, have you got the wrong person?" A great elder from the Yiyuan sect asked in disbelief. He would never believe that someone could go from the Third Heavenly Layer of Saint Ruler to the level of a Holy Emperor in just a few years.
"It's him. It can't be wrong. He heavily injured my soul with the Godfall technique back then. I'd recognize him even if he's turned to dust. Look, the little beast on his shoulder is the Winged Tiger," said Ling Yuanzi.
Hearing this, the eyes of everyone from Yi Yuan School suddenly converged on the little white tiger on Jian Chen's shoulder. At this moment, the little white tiger was still firmly standing on Jian Chen's shoulder, its pair of bright little eyes firmly staring at the group of people from Yi Yuan School. Its fur had become somewhat messy under the impact of the violent energy aftermath, but it hadn't suffered the slightest injury.
Jianchen silently circulated the Chaotic Force within him. The insane healing ability of the Chaotic Body was displayed perfectly at this moment. The wounds on his chest rapidly healed as his broken bones regrew. Jianchen could not help but sneer inside when he noticed how the people from the Yiyuan sect looked at the White Tiger.
A while later, a gleam of light flashed through Yi Yangzi's eyes. He had finally confirmed the identity of the White Tiger. His eyes burned with desire as he said, "I can vaguely sense a pressure from it. It really is the Winged Tiger. It can't be wrong."
After listening to the words of Yi Yangzi, the complexions of all the powerhouses of Yi Yuan School suddenly became excited. Each and every one of them looked at Little White Tiger with eyes full of greed, as if Little White Tiger was not a magical beast, but a priceless treasure.
"Fantastic. I never thought that we would encounter a Winged Tiger first. The Winged Tiger belongs to our Yiyuan sect now. Jianchen, you may have an Emperor Armament, but you're not our opponent. Hand over the Winged Tiger obediently. Don't force us to attack you." A Grand Elder of the Yiyuan Sect laughed heartily, as if the Winged Tiger God was already in their pocket.
Jian Chen's face was filled with disdain. He pointed the Emperor Armament at the great elder and provoked, "If you want the Winged Tiger God, feel free to come and take it. However, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
"How arrogant!" The great elder became furious. He wanted to charge up and fight Jianchen, but he was stopped by Yi Yangzi.
Yi Yangzi slowly stepped forward and calmly stared at Jianchen. He said, "Ling Fengzi, you're not his opponent. The Winged Tiger is extremely important. We need to take the Winged Tiger before the other protector clans arrive. We can't waste too much time, so let me do it." With that, Yi Yangzi took a step forward. Immediately, a spatial ripple appeared beneath his feet, causing him to suddenly vanish. When he reappeared, he had crossed over ten kilometers and was right in front of Jianchen. He extended his hand toward the White Tiger on Jianchen's shoulder.
Jianchen sneered. With a thought, the Divine Hall of the Eight Wastelands immediately appeared in front of him, blocking Yi Yangzi's hand that reached for the White Tiger.
The sudden appearance of the divine hall surprised Yi Yangzi. His hand that reached for the White Tiger froze in the air as surprise filled his eyes. He softly cried out, "That's the Holy Emperor's Divine Hall. I never thought that not only did you obtain an Emperor Armament, you even have a Holy Emperor's Divine Hall."
The sudden appearance of the Divine Palace not only surprised Yi Yangzi, but also surprised the several Yi Yuan School's Taishang Elders and many powerhouses behind him.
Jianchen ignored everyone's surprise. The Divine Hall of the Eight Wastelands suddenly expanded under his control, reaching several thousand meters in size in a single moment. It hovered in the air like a dark cloud.
Jianchen flew into the divine hall with the White Tiger. His loud voice rang out from within, "People of the Yi Yuan sect, I'd like to see just how you'll steal the Winged Tiger from me today. Bring it all on. I, Jianchen, will take all of you." Jianchen's voice was filled with arrogance. He was openly challenging the dignity of the Yi Yuan sect.
Yi Yangzi's face paled. He furiously said, "Jianchen, don't think that you can be arrogant just because you have a Holy Emperor's Divine Hall. Do you really think that I can't do anything to you? Get out here!" A vast and majestic energy fluctuation surged out from Yi Yangzi's body. It transformed into a huge palm that was several hundred meters in size in front of him. It ruthlessly slammed down on the Eight Wastelands Divine Hall.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the Eight Wastelands Divine Hall suddenly shook violently. However, it stabilized very quickly. Yi Yangzi's powerful palm strike was unable to damage the divine hall at all.
At this time, the Eight Wastelands Divine Hall flew above Yi Yangzi's head. Then, it directly fell down from the sky. The huge base of the divine hall pressed down on Yi Yangzi's head and rapidly fell down. It seemed that it wanted to smash Yi Yangzi into the ground.
Yi Yangzi was utterly infuriated when he sensed Jianchen's intentions. Although he could dodge, his pride and dignity as one of the most powerful experts on the Tian Yuan Continent prevented him from dodging.
Yi Yangzi raised his head and roared into the sky. Surging energy vibrated around his body, twisting the space around him. At the same time, the natural powers and the formless natural powers within a ten-thousand-mile radius began to gather, eventually forming hundreds of meter-wide palms that bombarded the base of the divine palace. He wanted to knock the divine palace away with his great power.
However, even the hall elders of the Serpent God Hall were helpless against the Eight Wastelands Divine Hall. Although Yi Yangzi possessed the strength of a hall elder, he was just one person. How could he stop the divine hall from falling? He rapidly fell from the divine hall, drawing closer and closer to the ground.
The great elders in the distance all sank when they saw this. One of them immediately yelled out, "Let's hurry over and help Yi Yangzi."
The great elders and the Saint Rulers did not hesitate at all. They quickly flew toward the divine hall in an attempt to stop the Eight Wastelands Divine Hall with their combined strength.
However, even if they worked together, they were still unable to stop the divine hall from falling. The divine hall continued to fall without slowing down at all, smashing into the ground heavily in the end.
Boom!
The earth quaked and the mountains swayed. The entire land was shaking violently. Thick cracks appeared on the surrounding mountains. A huge crater had appeared where the divine hall had landed. The entire divine hall had disappeared into the horizon, sinking deep into the ground.
All the experts of the Yiyuan sect, including the great elders, had been smashed into the ground by the divine hall.
A few miles away, the ground suddenly burst open, and all the powerhouses of Yi Yuan School flew out from the underground passage outside the shrine. They were all covered in dust and dirt, and their bodies were in a sorry state. Their bodies were covered in mud.
Although they didn't suffer any serious injuries, the loss of face was more serious than killing them.
They were one of the ten great protector clans of the Tian Yuan Continent, yet they had been reduced to such a horrible state by a junior. All the people of the Yiyuan sect felt humiliated.
This was a great humiliation that they would never be able to wash away.
"Jianchen!" Yi Yangzi could no longer remain composed. He roared out furiously at the sky. His voice was filled with great fury and killing intent. At this moment, Yi Yangzi's fury had reached its limit.
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