In the air above the Asura's Gate, two streaks of light approached each other from different directions.
"Yang Ming, what are you doing here?" The young man with a trace of crimson in the depths of his eyes frowned slightly. He stared at the smiling young man from two different directions and asked in a neutral tone.
"Since you can come, so can I." Yang Ming's smile was gentle, but his words were sharp.
"Hmph." Ling Tianyu snorted coldly and turned into a streak of light, dashing towards the Asura's Gate Main Hall.
Yang Ming sneered and flew towards the Asura's Gate Main Hall at a leisurely pace.
As Ling Tianyu neared the Asura's Gate Main Hall, a tyrannical aura swept out. That aura contained traces of heat, as if it seeped into the depths of everyone's heart, igniting their blood essence and causing them to feel restless.
"Who's making a ruckus?" The Third Elder flew out with a tyrannical momentum.
Shortly after, the Third Elder's pupils shrank to the size of needles as he stared at the other party.
"Ling Tianyu, what business do you have with my Asura's Gate?" The Third Elder's face darkened and his tone carried traces of vigilance.
The Third Elder had a good understanding of Ling Tianyu because within the Greater Luo City, Ling Tianyu was one of the few experts of the younger generation. His strength was stronger than many of the older generation.
With his hands behind his back, Ling Tianyu looked down at the Third Elder with a condescending gaze. With his status, he could disregard everything in the Asura's Gate.
After all, he was one of the top three disciples of the Burning Heart Sect. Among the younger generation of the Greater Luo City, his ranking was also high. His strength was astonishing. Even if he was placed in a Sect stronger than the Heavenly Luo Sect, he would still be able to enter the ranks of the core disciples. He was a genius of the Heaven's Chosen Realm, reaching the King Realm.
Not only was his talent high, his Burning Heart Sect was one of the three major forces of the Greater Luo City, many times stronger than the Asura's Gate.
Moreover, the one who injured the First Elder was Ling Tianyu's Master.
All these made the Third Elder extremely familiar with Ling Tianyu.
"I heard that a Heaven's Chosen Disciple of the Asura's Gate has returned. Call him out and let me have a look." Ling Tianyu said without any trace of politeness, as though he was ordering around a mediocre member of the clan. This kind of bossy attitude caused the third elder's expression to change slightly as he was infuriated.
At this moment, another figure appeared at the same time, startling the Third Elder.
Yang Ming!
This Yang Ming wasn't the slightest bit inferior to Ling Tianyu. His personality was different from the domineering Ling Tianyu, and he was more low-profile. However, this caused some of the more experienced members of the Jianghu to be wary of him.
"I heard that a genius disciple of the Asura's Gate has returned. His strength is unfathomable. Out of curiosity, this Yang is here to pay a visit." Compared to Ling Tianyu, Yang Ming's words were much more polite and graceful.
"Hypocrite." Ling Tianyu's face was filled with disdain.
Yang Ming didn't seem to hear it and ignored it.
"Our sect's Second Elder is currently in closed-door training. Please forgive us," the Third Elder said solemnly.
"Second Elder." Ling Tianyu and Yang Ming were slightly taken aback.
"That's right," the Third Elder said with certainty, but he didn't intend to explain further. "Please go back."
"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." Ling Tianyu was enraged. A tyrannical aura filled the air, as if a storm capable of incinerating heaven and earth was sweeping out. An astonishing pressure pressed down on the Third Elder's heart, as if it was trying to ignite the heat in his heart. "If you don't come out, I'll beat you until you roll out on your own."
As his words fell, Ling Tianyu suddenly raised his palm. Countless streams of energy condensed in the center of his palm, and a crimson red dot spun around. Then, like a drop of blood, it spread out.
Boom!
Ling Tianyu's palm struck towards the Third Elder mercilessly, causing the Third Elder's expression to change drastically.
This Ling Tianyu's cultivation wasn't weak, reaching the Seventh Heaven Saint Realm. Not to mention, his cultivation technique was a top grade saint grade cultivation technique. His strength wasn't something the Third Elder could compare with.
The Third Elder exploded with all his strength. His body assumed a stance, and his fist stretched out, condensing all the energy in his body and punched out.
The momentum of the fist was astonishing, filled with overwhelming killing intent. Like a meteor piercing through the sky, it was as if it was going to shatter the sky.
But in an instant, this fist of overwhelming might was shattered by Ling Tianyu's tyrannical palm strike. The terrifying palm strike was like a hot knife through butter as it blasted the Third Elder away.
The difference in strength was obvious. The Third Elder was sent flying for more than ten meters with blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth.
This was the result of Ling Tianyu not using his full strength. If he did, this palm strike would have been enough to kill the Third Elder.
Seeing that his palm strike was blocked, Ling Tianyu attacked again without hesitation, sending out a second palm strike.
The power of this palm strike was many times more tyrannical than the previous one. Even if the Third Elder was in his peak condition, he wouldn't be able to block it and would be killed instantly, not to mention the heavily injured Third Elder.
But the Third Elder couldn't retreat. Behind him was the Asura's Gate Great Hall. Not to mention, even if he wanted to dodge, it was too late.
Erupt!
Once again, the Third Elder exploded with all his strength, disregarding his injuries. Even if he couldn't block it, he had to block it. Even if he died, he had to block it.
Now that the Second Elder was here, there was hope for the Asura's Gate. Even if he were to die now, it would be a worthy death.
That tyrannical palm strike smashed towards the Third Elder, as if the sky was collapsing. It was going to crush the Third Elder to death. The whistling sound of the palm strike shook the surroundings, extremely horrifying. Yang Ming had no intention of interfering. Instead, he watched from the side with a faint smile on his face, as if he was watching a farce.
The horrifying palm strike arrived, carrying with it an overwhelming pressure. That kind of pressure was enough to shatter the heart.
This palm strike made the Third Elder feel despair.
At the moment of life and death, a pitch-black sword light silently streaked across the sky, brushing past the Third Elder's side.
A faint sound rang out, and the incomparably vigorous and violent palm energy was penetrated in an instant. In an instant, it was like a punctured balloon, quickly dissipating.
That sword light pierced through the sky like a hot knife through butter. It was like a dark aurora, or a dark shooting star.
Swift!
Sharp!
Yang Ming was slightly taken aback, his face filled with astonishment.
Ling Tianyu's expression also changed. In the next moment, his eyes became increasingly cold and sharp. A scarlet light burst out like a whirlpool, as if the fire in his heart was burning.
Boom!
The third palm strike struck out!
This palm strike contained one hundred percent of his strength. It was called the Burning Heart Blood Palm.
As the palm strike struck out, a scarlet light covered the sky, spreading out in all directions. It was as if it wanted to draw out the violent anger in one's heart, causing one to become restless, affecting one's ability to exert one's strength.
Under its influence, the Third Elder's heart palpitated madly and his blood flowed chaotically. Waves of palpitations almost suffocated him. His blood boiled as if it was about to combust.
He didn't expect Ling Tianyu to have cultivated the Burning Heart Blood Palm to such a level.
The power of this palm strike was tyrannical, as if it could shatter the void. Yang Ming was inwardly shocked.
Ling Tianyu's strength had increased once again.
Such a tyrannical palm strike should have shattered the pitch-black sword light. However, the outcome left everyone dumbfounded.
The pitch-black sword light was condensed to the extreme. Not only was it not shattered, it even pierced through the palm strike. It was unknown what kind of mystical power it contained, but it actually caused the power of the palm strike to dissipate rapidly.
The pitch-black sword light pierced through everything like a hot knife through butter, mercilessly charging towards Ling Tianyu.
At the critical moment, Ling Tianyu was indeed a king-level prodigy. In an instant, he exploded with a frightening amount of strength, forcefully shifting himself by half an inch.
This half an inch was the difference between life and death.
Even so, Ling Tianyu's shoulder was still pierced through by the pitch-black sword light. His entire body was pushed back tens of meters by the tyrannical force.
The frightening sword qi spread out rapidly from his shoulder, wreaking havoc throughout his body. He felt as though his entire left arm was being minced from the inside, causing him incomparable pain.
Ling Tianyu's expression was malevolent. However, he didn't dare to stay any longer. Taking advantage of his retreating momentum, he exploded with his full speed, turning into a streak of light as he fled.
That sword was too powerful, to the extent that he couldn't withstand it. The gap between them was on a completely different level.
If he continued to stay, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be killed.
Yang Ming didn't leave. After all, he didn't make a move, nor did he carry any killing intent. However, he was extremely shocked.
One sword!
Just a single sword light without a trace of the person was enough to destroy two of Ling Tianyu's attacks and even injure him, forcing him to flee in panic.
The Third Elder also heaved a sigh of relief.
He was almost killed. Fortunately, the Second Elder intervened in time.
Indeed, the Second Elder's strength was extremely tyrannical. Just a single sword light was enough to injure Ling Tianyu and force him to retreat.
He had a feeling that this wasn't the full extent of the Second Elder's strength. As for why he didn't kill Ling Tianyu, the Second Elder must have his own considerations.
In fact, at the current stage, the Shura Sect shouldn't provoke a strong enemy.
If they killed Ling Tianyu, they would incur the wrath of the Burning Heart Sect. When that time comes, the Burning Heart Sect would be mobilized. This wouldn't be a good thing for the Shura Sect.
Chen Zong was fearless, but he wasn't willing to do so. After all, the real enemy was the Ancient Shura King's close friend, the Rakshasa King.
Back then, the Rakshasa King was already very strong. Now that several thousand years had passed, it was hard to say how strong he was.
Unfortunately, Chen Zong didn't manage to find out any detailed information about the Rakshasa King in the Heavenly Response Pavilion. He only knew that the Rakshasa King had appeared several hundred years ago and possessed a Seven Star battle strength. Now, he had disappeared for several hundred years.
It was unknown whether he had left the Greater Luo City or was in seclusion.
In short, he was no longer as unscrupulous as when he was alone with his sword. He had to consider the Shura Sect's tolerance.
Therefore, Chen Zong didn't directly kill Ling Tianyu with his sword. Instead, he injured Ling Tianyu, leaving behind a pure fiendish aura that was enough to make Ling Tianyu suffer. It wasn't an easy task to expel the fiendish aura. Even the majority of the Burning Heart Sect's Ninth Heaven Saint Realm experts couldn't do it.
If he couldn't expel the fiendish aura, then Ling Tianyu would be constantly tortured by the pure fiendish aura. He wouldn't be any better than the Shura Sect's Great Elder.
Sometimes, it was easier to kill the other party directly. This kind of torture was even more devastating.
He could torture Ling Tianyu without angering the Burning Heart Sect. Killing two birds with one stone, why not?
"I'm Yang Ming, a disciple of the Great Luo Sect. I'm here to pay a visit to the Second Elder under the orders of my Master." This time, Yang Ming's expression was much more serious.
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