"Good, good, good …" Azhari was so angry that he laughed. "So you are that little bandit. Today, I want to see what kind of trash Qu Youfeng is to die in your hands!"
He had clearly realized that a Desolate Man could not gain the upper hand in a verbal battle. As he finished speaking, he strode forward. The steep hill was like flat ground to him.
Before he moved, Yan Li felt a violent force coming towards him. Now that he moved, the violent force was like a tsunami. Everything else was like a boat in the storm, like ants trembling under the power of heaven and earth.
That force seemed to destroy everything in front of him.
Yan Li felt like he was being torn apart by an inexplicable force from all directions, as if he would be torn apart at any time. His chest was blocked, as if he was deprived of air. A strong shadow of death shrouded his heart, as if he was being stared at by a prehistoric beast. With every blink of an eye, he felt incredulous that he was still alive.
This was because countless people had already been turned into ashes by this violent force and monstrous malice. He had already used facts to prove to the world that the Demon King of Massacre, Azhari was terrifying.
Azhari sneered. His fist flashed with a dark light and smashed towards Yan Li, who seemed to be scared silly.
The dark light wave almost destroyed the void.
The void shattered like a mirror, pulling Yan Li out of the abyss. His face was pale, but his movements were not slow. Xuan Jun was unbuckled from his back and placed in front of his chest.
Bang!
With a rapid explosive sound, Yan Li's entire body was sent flying. He crashed into the mountain wall with a loud bang, creating a huge pit.
He slowly slid down, feeling the world spin. He had to lean against the mountain wall to steady himself, and he kept vomiting blood. He pressed his hand on his chest. From his experience of being injured many times, he knew that two of his ribs were broken.
If not for the Hidden Sword Formula, he would have been a corpse by now.
It was impossible to block Azhari with just the cultivation of a third-grade martial artist.
Just like how no third-grade martial artist could pose a threat to a powerhouse in the Cultivation State.
Azhari was undoubtedly a top-notch expert in the Vajra King Soul, and a top-notch Vajra King Soul was equivalent to the Cultivation Realm.
"Hahaha!" Azhari laughed maniacally. "Looks like I overestimated you. The Desolate Man is right about one thing, those who are sharp-tongued are all bastards. "He was still brooding over what had happened just now.
No matter who was watching the battle, they would naturally think that Yan Li would not stand a chance.
However, only Yan Li knew in his heart that this attack was just the beginning.
If it was a battle of victory and defeat, he would undoubtedly have lost. But in a battle of life and death, there was only a slim chance of survival.
Xuan Jun was an ordinary sword. Even though it was heavy, it was still an ordinary sword. Regular swords could not absorb much external energy. Seventy percent of Azhari's attack just now had been taken by Yan Li himself.
This seventy percent of his strength caused great harm to him, but it was also a great opportunity.
No one dared to take the risk like Yan Li!
One had to know that the Desolate Man's boldness was famous for being domineering. This kind of violent power born from their muscles was even more famous for not recognizing their own kin. No matter whose body it was in, in what environment it was in, it would only prioritize destruction. It would not rest until it destroyed the heavens and the earth.
Yan Li had actually guided that power into the chaotic world.
Every cultivator had their own small world. That was the largest secret realm in the human body, a gift from the heavens, and the core of a cultivator.
Once the chaotic world was invaded, a person's life or death depended on the invader's thoughts.
Now, Yan Li had actually channeled his boldness into the chaotic world. What was he trying to do?
The answer was very simple — break through to the next realm!
In reality, his cultivation was far from the perfect realm. Breaking through now would be different from when he was in Savage Valley. There would be great danger.
Moreover, the difference between a second-grade martial artist and a third-grade martial artist could not be made up for with Yuan Qi.
For a realm to exist, there had to be a reason for it to exist.
Third-grade martial artists developed the lower dantian, which was the sea of origin. Second-grade martial artists had to form a Primordial Qi tide between the middle and lower dantian. After a cycle, they could instantly regain their Qi. More importantly, a Primordial Qi tide could increase the power of Yuan Qi. The principle was also very simple.
The two were like the water in a lake and the huge waves in the sea. Before the Primordial Qi tide, the Yuan Qi was as quiet as the water in a lake. It was not powerful by itself, and depended entirely on techniques. But if it broke through the dragon's gate and went through a cycle, it would form a Primordial Qi tide that was like a huge wave, possessing terrifying power.
The three sword techniques that Yan Li cultivated were each stronger than the last, but they were not enough to make up for the gap between him and Azhari.
So the reason for his risk was very simple. If he did not break through, he would die.
In life, there were many things that could not be helped. Just like at this moment, Yan Li had to face a strong enemy that was many levels higher than him. The reason was also very laughable, and even made him feel ashamed and ashamed. Because this was Ji Zhiyuan's request, not because he was ashamed because "heroes have a weakness for beauties", but because she was the daughter of his enemy.
There was one thing in the world that was both beautiful and cruel, and that was love. Sometimes it made you happy, and you would wake up laughing in your dreams; sometimes it made you feel heartbroken, and you would wish you were dead.
But it was also because of its existence that the world could be the way it was now.
Before Yan Li jumped down, he might have thought about how many people would cry and how many would clap their hands in joy if he died here.
After jumping down, he forgot everything. Every command in his mind was carried out in an orderly manner.
The seventy percent of the courage that the Hidden Sword Chant could not absorb exploded in the sky above the sea of origin.
Like a sudden storm, the entire chaotic world was affected. It began to flicker, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. The light blue sea below the clouds began to surge.
This was only the beginning.
"You're about to die, don't you have any last words?" Azhari was especially mischievous. "Even if you say them, I won't finish them for you."
He liked to see people struggle before death.
"I'm different from you," Yan Li said.
"What's the difference?" Azhari asked.
"If I listen to someone else's last words, I will definitely finish them for him," Yan Li said.
"So?" Azhari asked.
"So you can start saying your last words," Yan Li said.
Azhari's face turned green, and he said word by word, "Do you really want me to peel off your skin bit by bit, remove your bones one by one, and cut off your muscles piece by piece?"
The reply was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
Xuan Jun was suddenly unsheathed, and with thirty percent of the strength absorbed, it quickly swept past Azhari.
A white mark was left on Azhari's face.
Although it was only a white mark, his face was full of shock.
Because of the protection of courage, a third-rank martial artist should not have been able to break through the protection of courage. But this sword had penetrated the courage, and left a mark on his body.
Did this mean that if the opponent was just a little stronger, he might have been able to injure him, or even kill him?
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
He turned around and punched.
The second punch still landed on Xuan Jun's scabbard.
Once again, Yan Li was sent flying. Because the two of them had changed positions, he fell on the slope and rolled down for several feet.
This time, he quickly stood up, and with a sneer, he said, "Is that all you've got?"
Goading was not the best method, but it was the most effective.
Azhari was indeed furious. Dark light flashed continuously, and he had already thrown out countless punches.
From the second punch onwards, Yan Li had a general idea of Azhari's courage. With every punch, he absorbed the external force at the limit of what his body could withstand.
In the chaotic world, the waves of the Source Sea rolled endlessly, as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking. The terrifying power of nature was brewing.
But it was not enough. He still had to suffer more.
"Do you know that all the generals in Rong City hate me to the core?" Azhari suddenly said.
"No matter who did such a thing, they will end up like this," Yan Li said.
"Being hated by so many, you can imagine how many open and hidden attacks I would encounter. In order to kill me, they even disguised themselves as captives and broke their own legs to make me relax and then assassinate me, "Azhari said.
"You must be very proud of yourself," Yan Li said.
"Oh?" Azhari said.
"So many people tried to assassinate you, but you still survived until today," Yan Li said.
Azhari was very satisfied. He had finally grasped the rhythm of the conversation. He couldn't help but laugh, "Then do you know why I survived?"
Yan Li didn't speak, because Azhari didn't wait for him to reply and asked, "Do you know that after attaining the Vajra King Soul, the courage can exist outside the body for a period of time?"
Yan Li's expression changed slightly.
Azhari smiled, "Before attaining the Vajra King Soul, I had already encountered many assassination attempts, so this is not what I want to talk about."
His smile became cruel and proud, "Because I grew up in human society, I would never underestimate anyone, even a beggar. So their assassination attempts all failed. Not to mention someone as famous as you. How could you think that I would really be fooled by you? "
Yan Li's expression changed greatly, and he suddenly fell to the side.
But it was already too late. Azhari suddenly stomped his foot, and hundreds of dark light waves shot into the sky within a radius of a thousand feet.
Each dark light wave represented the full power of the Vajra King Soul.
Every time the Vajra King Soul struck, it destroyed everything within a radius of a thousand feet.
Close to a hundred times.
No creature could survive in this area.
Even if Yan Shiyi accidentally fell into this place, he wouldn't be able to survive.
Of course, Yan Li couldn't either.
But Azhari's smile suddenly froze. Because he saw that not only had Yan Li not been annihilated into powder, he was even slowly climbing up from the ground.
There was a strange aura coming from his body.
Azhari was very familiar with this aura. It was the sign of a cultivator above the second rank Martial Master channeling their vitality.
That was the vitality tide.
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