Master of Strange Dao

The divine light was resplendent, as if the Great Sun was dominating the sky, endless light and heat raged as the two fought their way along, shaking the heavens and splitting the earth.

Xia Shuang seemed to be at a disadvantage on the surface, but as the battle intensified, she drew upon the vast yin qi and Death Qi of this place, and her aura continued to climb.

"That woman is from the Xi Family."

Yu Ziqing hastily gave Yang a heads-up to prevent any mistake in identity.

Even from a distance, Yu Ziqing felt like a small boat in the midst of a violent storm.

Xia Shuang transformed into a giant, each of her strikes carried immense power, and her speed hardly seemed to decrease at all.

Every blow gave Yu Ziqing the impression that the village chief was going all out, except when Xia Shuang struck, her movements were heavy and powerful, overpowering through sheer force.

But her physical body was exceptionally strong; she could withstand the attacks of a Ninth Tier Strong and only sustain some non-serious wounds. Facing the brunt of the impact, she would retreat a few steps and then seemingly dissolve the force.

Yu Ziqing felt he should retract his previous assessment.

The Seventh Tier village chief's punch might not be able to kill her; she seemed stronger than any Eighth Tier Body Cultivation he had seen before.

It could also be because many of the weaknesses that living beings have simply did not exist for her.

"Such a strong body; at the same tier, purely in terms of bodily strength, the village chief might not be able to surpass her."

"Can he defeat her?"

"When the village chief was at Eighth Tier, she could probably endure two or three hits without dying."

"Then she indeed is very powerful."

Following the village chief's advancement curve, when he was at the Eighth Tier, during the burst of Ten Directions Divine Skills, he would likely reach an explosion of strength sixty to eighty times greater.

Speaking purely of bodily strength at the same tier, the strongest in the village would be Er Han.

But in terms of combat power at the same tier, the village chief was undoubtedly the strongest; if he held back to match Er Han's tier, the village chief could keep Er Han pinned to the ground with one hand.

By the time Er Han's Realm catches up, he might be able to withstand a bit longer without dying.

The village chief almost entirely developed his strength towards practical combat; at the same tier, Yu Ziqing couldn't compare.

"Can you recognize the guy who's fighting with the Xi Family's person?"

"Having cultivated Great Sun Divine Light to such a level, I roughly know who he might be, an Island Master from the East Sea, but it's not certain; there are too many who could conceal their identities.

You'd better not go over there. That Great Sun Divine Light, being the utmost yang and extremely rigid, is incredibly scorching, and it has a great killing power against physically strong beings, including the creatures from the sea or Body Cultivators.

With your strength, one strike would melt your flesh."

If he didn't have the Great Sun Divine Light protecting him, he couldn't possibly suppress that expert from the Xi Family at such a close distance."

As the battle raged on, suddenly Xia Shuang took a hit and retreated tens of miles, then reached behind her head and threw something towards Yu Ziqing.

As the dark shadow approached, it became clear it was a figure with blisters all over their burnt body, unrecognizable.

Only when it was near did a soft glow appear, drawing the figure towards it and landing not far from Yu Ziqing.

"Xi Yang?"

"Yes..." Xi Yang hit the ground, groaning in pain, constantly shoving pills into his mouth.

In his embrace, a black cat with scorched fur, now patchy and bald in places, scrambled out and immediately flew toward Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing, looking at the pitiable state of the black cat, extended his hand to catch it.

"Meow, how did you end up getting burned so badly?"

The black cat clung to Yu Ziqing's arm without letting go, silent, but just curled up slightly, prompting Yu Ziqing to naturally extend his other hand to pet it.

Yu Ziqing took out a pill and brought it to the black cat's mouth.

"Can you eat it?"

The black cat didn't open its mouth, still looking weak and frail.

Yu Ziqing stroked the black cat's fur, and it seemed to twitch in pain for a moment but still clung to Yu Ziqing's arm without letting go.

"It can't eat ordinary pills."

Xi Yang hobbled over, his face covered in blisters from burns, his hair nearly singed off.

After he arrived, Xi Yang quickly grabbed the pill and swallowed it.

"We need to leave now, it's almost too late. The Tomb Ghost has emerged, and my younger aunt is about to be defeated."

"We're not going to help her?"

"We can't help. Don't worry, even if she is defeated, she won't die. People from my family aren't that easy to kill."

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy to leave." Yang turned to look in the direction of the entrance.

Two more people had entered.

Both were cloaked in black robes, their auras dark and obscure.

"Two Ninth Tiers..." Yang's tone was somewhat heavy.

Yu Ziqing also had a grave expression, filled with question marks, completely baffled.

Since when were Ninth Tiers so cheap? Where did all these Ninth Tiers come from? Coming to such a rundown place? Have all the people from Dali died off? Can any strong entity just come and go as they please?

What the hell is going on here, is this place really that important?

Just to capture Xi Yang and bring him to this Grotto Heaven, they deployed a Ninth Tier, and now people come to obstruct, they actually sent two more.

Where do they get so many strong fighters from? Don't they need to stay and protect their homes?

However, after only a glance, Yu Ziqing saw one of the Black Robed Men say to his companion.

"You're enough to handle this, I've got important matters to attend to, I'll be leaving first."

With just those words, the figure turned and left, without dragging his feet, moving with the sensation of an Escape Technique.

Listening to that voice and those movements,

Yu Ziqing immediately recognized him as the Black Robed Man whose Primordial Spirit had been injured.

That guy had run away again.

Yu Ziqing was completely dumbfounded. Why was he running this time?

Here on Yu Ziqing's side, there wasn't a single Ninth Tier. With the two of them both being Ninth Tiers, he still ran?

It wasn't just Yu Ziqing who was confused, including the other man in the black robe, was equally puzzled.

"Do you know that person?"

"I've seen him before, a Primordial Spirit Realm Strong."

"No wonder his perception is so strong, he's definitely going to live a long time." Now that there was only one Ninth Tier left, Yang's tone wasn't as grave: "Haven't you always wanted to see what I look like after my advancement, suspecting that if I came alone, my strength wouldn't be enough? Well, today is the perfect opportunity to show you."

Yang chuckled lightly, rising into the air; auspicious clouds gathered around him. Then, he looked up to the sky and let out a roar, yet from within the sheep's body came a deafening dragon's roar.

With a shake of his body, he transformed into a thousand-zhang-long black Divine Dragon, accompanied by clouds, appearing amidst the sky.

The unique oppressive aura of a dragon, along with a dragon's roar, suddenly descended.