Chapter 298 - Chapter 298: Chapter 235: The Might of the Blood Demon, Able to Suppress with a Backhand!

Chapter 298: Chapter 235: The Might of the Blood Demon, Able to Suppress with a Backhand!

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Rumble…

Pei Xuanjing’s robe fluttered, and the air around him surged with every punch and palm strike he launched. His power was like a dragon elephant rolling its cumbersome body, infinite and unpredictable.

The rampant force headed towards Yang Tinghe like an avalanche, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting, difficult to resist.

All he felt was like a small boat swaying amidst a tempest, facing the raging waves with no chance of resistance.

The momentum on Yang Tinghe’s body erupt once more, and his fists surged with infinite, blood-colored power.

Boom!

The violent explosion echoed over the square, and layers of air waves swept in all directions.

Pei Xuanjing smiled faintly and whispered, “Is that all?”

In the midst of his speech, he struck again.

His words carried an intimidating horror, enough to deafen ears.

He raised his slender, fair palm, and a purple-blue stream of lightning emerged, gathering in his palm, a fearsome force emanating from it.

Then, he struck another palm.

A purple-blue thunder dragon roared toward them, bringing a chilling breath in its wake.

Boom!

The moment Pei Xuanjing’s palm reached out, Yang Tinghe felt a chill run through him. His body trembled as he felt the terrifying breath contained within that palm, incomparable to anything else as if it could shatter heaven and earth.

In a trance, he seemed to see himself being swallowed by a dragon of thunder.

“Impossible!” He immediately suppressed this thought and erupted into action once more.

Swinging his arms, the blood mist around him converged quickly into a blood-red dragon in front of him.

Roar!

A dragon roar shook the heavens, and the blood-red dragon let out a ground-shaking roar, dancing toward the thunder dragon.

The purple and blue thunder dragon and the blood-red giant dragon entwined with each other, the colors of blood red and purple-blue intertwining as if the two dragons were wrestling.

Thud!

Yang Tinghe was hit by Pei Xuanjing’s palm on his shoulder, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and was blown away by the raging force, retreating over ten yards.

The immense force made his legs sink into the ground up to his knees, leaving two deep furrows.

Hiss!

Everyone was stunned by the sight before them. They never expected that Yang Tinghe would display such formidable strength, yet he was still easily injured by Pei Xuanjing.

The Slayer Taoist, so terrifying!

Many people sighed in their hearts, feeling shocked by the strength displayed by Pei Xuanjing.

A horrifying thought gradually arose in their minds, if nothing went wrong, for the next two hundred years until Pei Xuanjings passing, he would become like an insurmountable barrier in the martial arts world.

In the future, his sword intent would shine like the sun, overwhelming the world for two hundred years.

It was fortunate but also unfortunate to be born in the same era as such a powerful being.

It was fortunate because they could see how powerful the extreme of martial arts could be. The unfortunate part was that their brilliance would always be overshadowed by him.

“This is another Master Sanfeng! ” Taoist Xuanming lamented in his heart.

After yesterday’s dialogue with Pei Xuanjing, the moment he learned that Pei Xuanjing had condensed his Divine Soul from the Path of Refining Spirit, he had fully understood.

The Pei Xuanjing before him was going to be another Master Sanfeng from six hundred years ago. He had reached the peak of the Mortal Realm in martial arts and missed only an opportunity to truly step into the Spirit Realm.

What a pity!

After the Chongyang Ancestor, their Quanzhen Dao had never produced another extraordinary person who could suppress the world.

“If the Heaven and Earth weren’t about to revive, I would fear that I would never catch up with him in my lifetime,” Wu Fa, the Taoist, felt while looking at the unparalleled Pei Xuanjing.

Compared to the talent shown by Pei Xuanjing, even a confident person like himself couldn’t help feeling inferior.

Thinking back to when he and Bai Xiaosheng first started paying attention to Pei Xuanjing, who was then just a newly promoted third-grade Martial Artist. In just over a decade, he had grown so much that even he had to look up to him.

But Wu Fa, the Taoist, was no ordinary man, he had no jealousy towards Pei Xuanjing’s strength, but was filled with motivation.

The Heaven and Earth were about to revive, at that time, he too could advance in his cultivation journey. Even if Pei Xuanjing was a step ahead of him, he was still confident that he could tread his path of cultivation.

Pei Xuanjing was unaware that the strength he showed had caused turbulent waves in the hearts of everyone around him and they couldn’t contain themselves. His attention was still on Blood Demon Yang Tinghe in the distance.

After the successful blow that injured his opponent, Pei Xuanjing did not choose to press the attack, but stopped and watched him quietly.

One hand lightly resting on the hilt of his sword, the other resting behind his back, his robe fluttering, and his cold eyes calmly watching the Blood Demon Yang Tinghe.

No sorrow, no joy, his expression remained calm, as if defeating Yang Tinghe did not give him any sense of accomplishment or joy.

“Pei Xuanjing!”

Yang Tinghe shook slightly as he pulled his legs out of the ground. His eyes were filled with unrestrained anger as he growled coldly.

The hoarse voice, accompanied by a palpable killing intent, seemed to lower the temperature around him dramatically.

“It seems you’re pretty resentful?” Pei Xuanjing spoke calmly, he shook his head slightly and sighed,

“But if you only have this much strength, you seem to be slightly inferior to the Seven Kills Sword Master who died under my hand not long ago.”

Although the current strength displayed by the former made the others surprised, to Pei Xuanjing, this was nothing.

It was even less than the Seven Kills Sword Master who had cast the Seven Kills Sword, not to mention compared to the stronger Fengdu Ghost Emperor.

He held the hilt of the Seven Kills Sword at his waist and said, “If you have any trump cards, just show them all to avoid regret.”

“You!” Yang Tinghe glared infuriatedly about to say something, but he saw the Seven Kills Sword at his opponent’s waist and couldn’t help but feel slightly wary.

The Blood Demon Sect was ranked higher than the Seven Kills Sword Sect in the Demonic Cult, and he considered himself superior to the Seven Kills Sword Master.

However, he also knew how terrifying the extreme power of the Seven Kills Sword Master could be. The latter’s final sword move was something he couldn’t handle easily, and he would have to pay a great price.

But Pei Xuanjing was able to kill the Seven Kills Sword Master easily and then kill the even stronger Fengdu Ghost Emperor, which was how terrifying.

Moreover, he knew that after killing these two, Xue Wuheng had also met with him.

Knowing Xue Wuheng very well, he knew that with his character, if he had the chance at that moment, he would definitely have unhesitatingly attacked him.

But the end result was that Xue Wuheng didn’t act, nor did he retrieve the Seven Kills Sword and left easily, which undoubtedly proved that even Xue Wuheng didn’t have confidence to take him down at that time..