Master of Strange Dao

Yang's body was encircled by a small black dot that constantly moved around; it was the transformed body of the Evil Dragon, which naturally had the ability to calm the waves. He only needed to slightly stir, and it was effortless.

When that fellow took action with a Magical Treasure suitable for battle in the East Sea, the outcome was already sealed.

Going back two to three thousand years, the only instance where a member of the Dragon Clan above the Seventh Tier was killed in single combat in the East Sea was that one time with the Peeling master.

Moreover, having spent a long time on Jinlan Mountain, and seeing what kind of absurd person the village chief was every day, Yang's many notions had long since changed.

He no longer pursued an endless Qi Veins or a sea-like divine prowess; he now hoped, like the village chief, to not waste a bit of force, to achieve the greatest battle results with the smallest force, even if he used the strongest power, it would concentrate into a single burst.

He was aware that he definitely couldn't do it exactly like the village chief, but the philosophy could certainly be learned.

With his knowledge and the power of a Seventh Tier from the Dragon Clan, he had leveraged the strength of a Ninth Tier Strong, causing him to almost lose control of his own Magical Treasure.

Seeing that the man was about to lose control, Yang swayed his body, moving within the waves, stirring the tides with his innate divine skills.

In just a dozen or so breaths' time, a hundred li of waves reached the extreme limit of losing control.

The shell-shaped Magical Treasure in front of the Ninth Tier Strong cracked open with crevice after crevice. He forcibly closed it, abandoning control of the power drawn from the Magical Treasure. He was immediately backlash-stricken, and the Magical Treasure shattered into two halves, becoming dim and lusterless, while his body trembled slightly, his face alternating between gold and white.

From a distance, Yu Ziqing didn't quite understand what he saw. However, he recognized that it seemed like a Secret Technique of the Dragon Clan, yet it didn't seem like one from the Dragon Clan—something about it felt odd, and moreover, the Dragon Clan's Secret Techniques shouldn't be used in this way.

"Yang, the elder who has been living among the human race for many years, is truly breathtaking," Feng Buju sighed heavily.

"I've never heard before, one could combine Dragon Clan Secret Techniques with human race Secret Techniques, using one sigil to simultaneously perform two Secret Techniques, summing up to a total of four, no, five, wait a minute.

That must be a new type of Secret Technique, one that can directly affect another person's Secret Techniques within their own.

This indeed is unheard of.

Seventh Tier, had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would definitely not believe it.

That guy was thwarted by the elder Yang, he is doomed," Feng Buju continued.

Upon hearing Feng Buju, Yu Ziqing suddenly understood what was wrong.

Yang, this guy, the Secret Technique he was using wasn't targeting the cultivator, but instead, it targeted the Secret Technique being used by the other. Incredibly effortlessly, he merged his Secret Technique into the opponent's.

That is to say, Yang, this guy, was actually planning to use a minimal price to leverage and strip the opponent's control over the Secret Technique, turning it into his own strength.

However, since he was currently of too low a Realm to strip the control completely, he could only forcefully stimulate it, making it stronger, causing the opponent to lose control and suffer from the backlash.

There definitely isn't such a move in the Dragon Clan Secret Techniques.

The problem was, the Body Cultivation Secret Technique of Jinlan Mountain that Yu Ziqing fabricated allowed Yang to actively apply it.

Back then, what Yu Ziqing touted, aside from the "Hitting the bull from a distance" which was already considered reliable, he really couldn't gather those slightly more credible Hundred Sects Secret Skills, and just bluffed about some other things afterwards.

Things like Star Shifting, and "Return the validation to the other person", only philosophies, without a speck of practical maneuvers.

The more he watched now, the more it seemed likely.

As control was lost, the sea of waves turned into a completely uncontrolled raging ocean, wave after wave charging fiercely, and the stormy waves, roaring as they reversed their course.

And using Secret Technique, with Yang's current strength, he certainly couldn't easily achieve such power.

This again was the philosophy of using another's force against them, yes, just a philosophy; the practical maneuvers Yu Ziqing couldn't manage, at most he would toy with recoil, how to redirect force, how to practically maneuver, he was only responsible for posing the theory, the specific execution wasn't his duty.

The torrential waves surged forth, and that guy just suffered from backlash turned around to run.

As he couldn't block it, there was also no need to block.

He transformed into a tunneling light, shot up into the sky, and with Defense Magic Treasure, blocked some of the wave's force; then he flipped his hand, and a giant crossbow, about ten feet long, appeared in his palm, the arrow glowing with a dim blue light.

At the moment of its appearance, a tangible black qi of murderous intent coiled around it.

A black light suddenly appeared in the sky, and instantly, a black line charged through a hundred li range, striking Yang.

The enormous murderous intent transformed into a surging black vortex, engulfing Yang's body and whisking it away into the distance.

"God-slaying Crossbow, God Slaying Arrow, how are these things still around!" Feng Buju exclaimed in shock.

Yu Ziqing's eyebrows knit slightly.

He certainly knew of this notorious item, one of the few that was a major killer tool against those practicing Body Cultivation.

Of course, this item was a killer tool against all cultivators.

But Yang had said, the method of crafting this item had been lost since the end of the Ancient Times, after this era began.

The ones subsequently crafted by later generations were all replicas; the most powerful of these that still bore this name had vastly inferior power.

Yu Ziqing could feel the towering murderous aura on that arrow; the giant crossbow might be a replica, but that arrow was definitely authentic.

However, just as he was worrying, he heard Yang's scream of agony, and his heart, which had suddenly risen, dropped back down.