Invincible Divine Sword

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Fist Bombardment of the Four Great Ancestors

“Qingxuan is severely injured?” Yang Xiaotian asked in a deep voice.

Yang Ling’er shook her head, “The injury is not that severe, after all, Guo Hong was somewhat restrained. However, during the fight with my sister-in-law, he specifically targeted the front of her body.” At this point, Yang Ling’er’s face was filled with anger, “This Guo Hong is despicable.”

Afterward, Yang Xiaotian learned that Qingxuan’s arm had been broken.

Yang Xiaotian’s eyes turned cold.

“Father, mother, I’m going to the Imperial Capital!” Yang Xiaotian took a deep breath, suppressing the towering rage in his heart.

Yang Chao and Huang Ying wanted to say something but stopped themselves.

“Brother, I’ll go with you!” Yang Ling’er clenched her little fists.

“No need, I can go by myself,” Yang Xiaotian said, shaking his head.

Yang Ling’er pouted and nodded.

“Brother, beat that Guo Hong into a pig’s head,” she said indignantly.

“Don’t worry,” Yang Xiaotian replied slowly, “I will make him suffer the Asura Force a hundred times over.”

Those who knew the terror of the Asura Force, like Luo Qing and others, all shook in their bellies.

To withstand the Asura Force a hundred times, they could hardly imagine what the Crown Prince of Four States would look like after such torment.

“Xiaotian, be careful in everything,” Yang Chao couldn’t help but say.

“Father, don’t worry, I will return safely,” Yang Xiaotian replied. He then leaped onto the head of the Black Flood Dragon King and, riding it, shot up into the sky and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Before entering the True Dragon Secret Realm, Yang Xiaotian had given the last Dragon Ball he obtained from the Green Sea Dragon Palace to the Black Flood Dragon King.

That year, with the help of that Dragon Ball, the Black Flood Dragon King, who was already at the peak of King Beasts, finally evolved into a Divine Beast.

The newly minted Divine Beast, with its breakthrough to the Saint Realm and its evolved speed, moved tens of times faster than before.

It didn’t take long for Yang Xiaotian to leave the True Dragon Divine Sect and head towards the Imperial Capital at an astonishing speed.

No sooner had Yang Xiaotian and the Black Flood Dragon King left the True Dragon Divine Sect than their departure was known by various powers.

Not long after Yang Xiaotian left the True Dragon Divine Sect, he was followed by four powerful presences.

These four powerful presences were all of ancestral level.

Soon, through the Iceflame Qilin, Yang Xiaotian learned of the four strong forces trailing behind him.

It seems there are quite a few who wish me dead, Yang Xiaotian sneered coldly.

If that is the case, then today is a good day to practice the Asura Force.

Once far enough away from the True Dragon Divine Sect and while passing through a desolate mountain range, suddenly, one of the presences could not hold back any longer and made the first move against Yang Xiaotian.

After a flash of cold light, a long sword instantly pierced towards Yang Xiaotian’s throat.

The speed of the sword was so fast it was astonishing, many times faster than the Shadow Night Demon, and even compared with the King of Netherworld’s Blade of Death, it was hardly inferior.

Just as the long sword was about to pierce Yang Xiaotian’s throat, it suddenly stopped midair, unable to advance even half an inch further.

The one wielding the sword was a man in gray.

He looked at this bizarre scene in shock.

He was all too aware of the might of his sword just now; even many ancestors at the tenth level of the Saint Realm might not be able to withstand it.

Yet, it was completely blocked by an invisible force in front of Yang Xiaotian.

Completely blocked.

As he was still in shock, a sudden explosive crackling sounded above his head.

He hastily looked up and saw a sky full of divine thunder crashing down on him. Utterly horrified, before he could retreat, the divine thunder had already completely engulfed, submerged, and devoured him.

From a distance, above the Nine Heavens, a sea of divine thunder formed and rumbled down, directly blasting the late-stage peak ancestor at the tenth level of the Saint Realm into the depths of the earth.

When the sea of thunder dissipated, all that could be seen was a terrifying deep pit in the barren ground.

The pit covered dozens of miles, was bottomless, dark, and the residual energy of the divine thunder still continuously emerged from underground.

This sight caused the three other masters lurking in the shadows to freeze in terror, with their hearts stopping and their hair standing on end.

Behind Yang Xiaotian, unbeknownst to when, appeared a divine beast as large as a mountain.

Azure Thunder Python!

Seeing this divine beast, the three of them nearly shuddered in terror.

However, the three concealed in the shadows tensed up, clenched their teeth hard and didn’t dare make any slight noise.

Just when their fear reached the extreme, a cold voice suddenly rang out beside their ears, “The three of you came here, could it be just to enjoy the scenery?”

This voice, so abrupt, caused the three to practically jump out of their skins.

The trio swiftly turned around, only to see the Iceflame Qilin standing behind them, its body emitting icy blue flames.

Upon seeing the Iceflame Qilin, the three were nearly scared half to death.

“Beast God!”

One of them could no longer hold back, and blurted out with a trembling voice.

However, what responded to him was the Iceflame Qilin’s huge claw, sharp as a mountain.

The giant claw simultaneously covered the three of them.

In their shock, they unleashed their full power in an attack.

But they found that their attacks, when they smashed against the giant claw, only splattered ice crystals everywhere.

The Qilin’s giant claw couldn’t be budged at all.

Boom.

The three felt their whole bodies jerk as they were struck by the Qilin’s giant claw and directly shot into the ground.

The ground exploded open.

A sandstorm reappeared.

The earth quaked, and distant mountains swayed, ready to collapse.

Yang Xiaotian looked coldly at the four who had been blasted into the ground. He didn’t ask which sects each of them was from but had the Azure Thunder Python and the Iceflame Qilin use a secret technique to temporarily seal the four’s power before lifting them up.

Looking at the four being lifted up, Yang Xiaotian executed Skywalking Thousand Swords to reach the four, and without a word, slammed a fist with Asura Force directly onto the belly of the first one.

The first person felt as if his internal organs were being lacerated by thousands of knives, the pain so intense it distorted his face.

The other three’s complexions changed upon seeing this.

It’s known that they were all at the tenth level of the Saint Realm; their internal organs were extremely durable, yet they were still in excruciating agony due to Yang Xiaotian’s Asura Force, indicating the terrifying nature of the technique.

Yang Xiaotian went to the other three and also bestowed each a blow with Asura Force.

The other three were all blasted until their faces were twisted with pain.

Watching four great ancestors of the tenth level of the Saint Realm being hung there by two Super Divine Beasts and then being methodically pounded by Yang Xiaotian, the Black Flood Dragon King felt his mouth dry and tongue scorched.

These were ancestors of the tenth level of the Saint Realm. On a normal day, when no divine spirits appeared, they were akin to the mightiest beings under heaven, and now they were being beaten one by one by Yang Xiaotian’s fists.

Could there be anything more insane?

After Yang Xiaotian pounded them once, he began with the first one again, pounding for the second time.

However, it had been quite some days since he had last used Asura Force, and he was somewhat rusty.

Yang Xiaotian swiftly finished the second round, then went on to the third and the fourth.

After the fourth round, when the four great ancestors of the tenth level of the Saint Realm looked at Yang Xiaotian again, what they had on their faces was real fear.

Every time the Asura Force pounded into their bodies, the lacerating power kept swirling inside their internal organs. The more they were struck, the stronger the lacerating force became.

Even if they were ancestors of the Saint Realm, after being pounded four times, they all felt as if they had entered hell and were enduring the torment of a thousand cuts.

So, when Yang Xiaotian prepared to strike for the fifth time, the first ancestor, out of sheer terror, trembled all over and hoarsely said, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk, we were sent by the Sky-Stepping Sect!”

Sky-Stepping Sect!

Hearing that the other party was sent by the Sky-Stepping Sect, Yang Xiaotian punched with Asura Force once more, slamming into the opponent’s belly.

The sound was like that of a beating drum.