C15 Powerful

The youth was like a demon, and he had been silent for fifteen years. At this moment, he revealed his fangs, and his towering aura shocked everyone.

Wang Wenzhong sighed with emotion. The baby that had been waiting to be fed back then had grown up now. He would become like his father and seize a seat in this great world war.

Ying Zui remained motionless like a mountain, and waited for Chiang Ye to attack first. He knew nothing about the Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect's techniques, and could only find flaws in the battle.

Chiang Ye's right hand was glowing, as if the sun, moon, and stars were being held in his hand. At this moment, all the focus was on Ying Zui.

"Why?"

"Chiang Ye used such a heavy blow the moment he came here, and used his right hand to imprison the Xiantian expert. Could it be that this young man is really tricky to deal with?" On the hill occupied by the North Cliff Sword Sect, a man with a long sword on his back said in a deep voice.

"I don't know. I can only tell that this man's Qi and blood are strong, not inferior to Chiang Ye's. As for the secret technique, I don't know about it yet!" Lin Qingyu smiled bitterly. He didn't mention his conflict with Ying Zui.

The whole world was watching. Everyone was looking at Ying Zui's battlefield, wanting to see how he would deal with it.

Looking at Chiang Ye who was lunging at him, Ying Zui smiled without fear. He used the Collapsing Step, his left foot stepped on the ground and moved half a step to the right. Chiang Ye's fist swept past Ying Zui's shoulder with a gust of wind.

Ying Zui's pupils shrank. That gust of wind was so strong that it hurt his face. He didn't dare to underestimate it.

"Mountain Split!"

Ying Zui shouted. A huge palm that covered the sky appeared in front of Chiang Ye.

Chiang Ye's breathing quickened. He didn't expect Ying Zui to be so fierce. He didn't have any secret skills. He only used simple moves that used qi and blood. All he used were killing techniques.

"That's right!"

Chiang Ye retreated. He had no doubt that if he was hit by ___'s palm, his face would be badly mutilated.

The probing battle between the two of them was exciting and eye-catching. Their moves were not gorgeous, but they were both killing techniques.

Whether it was Chiang Ye's right hand, the Xiantian Prison, or Ying Zui's Mountain Splitting Palm, they were all coming to greet him.

In an instant, the wind and clouds moved. Chaos, sand and stones flew in all directions. Ying Zui was the first to attack. Although the prison in the prison in the Xiantian realm was very strong, Ying Zui paid more attention to himself.

Obviously, Chiang Ye's means were not ordinary. His realm was almost at the middle stage of the Spirit Opening Realm. After Ying Zui found out the details, he did not hold back.

The Eight Extreme Fist had two types of Dao and Buddha, which were Collapsing, Shake, Stab, Tap. Push, Push, and Clop. For a moment, Ying Zui's means were not good. His shoulders, elbows, palms, and legs had all become weapons of attack.

Chiang Ye had created five innate prison cells, and they were terrifyingly powerful. The blood and Qi in his body were swirling, and auspicious colors were flowing out from his body. He had turned into a bright rainbow, fierce and brutal. At this moment, everyone could see how powerful the Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect was.

Ying Zui's hair was blown into pieces by the strong wind. His black hair that was tied to his waist was dancing wildly. His eyes were filled with killing intent. In the end, he still looked down on Chiang Ye.

Chiang Ye, who had created five innate prison cells, wasn't any weaker than Ying Zui, who had used all of his techniques. In fact, he was even stronger.

At this moment, Ying Zui deeply realized his weakness. In his previous life, although his martial arts were powerful, he was no match for the secret techniques of this world.

Five light spots were blinking on Chiang Ye's upper body. This was the location where the innate prison cells were located. Ying Zui avoided these key points. He could sense the majestic force of the innate prison cells. It was definitely not something he could deal with right now.

Ying Zui's eyes lit up. He found out that Chiang Ye had opened up the Xiantian Prison on his upper body. However, his body was not that solid.

"Climb close to the mountain! Climb close to the mountain!"

Ying Zui suddenly shouted and used the killer move of Bajiquan. He exerted force with his shaking steps, and layers of strength passed through his legs, waist, and spine. He used his shoulder to hit Chiang Ye.

Chiang Ye's face was ugly. He wanted to avoid Ying Zui's killing move, but Ying Zui used the shaking steps. His speed was very fast, and he broke through the speed of sound.

"Boom!"

Ying Zui's strength was so great that he sent Chiang Ye flying. Chiang Ye's ribs were broken, and he coughed out a large mouthful of blood. There was a hint of defeat on his face.

"You are very strong!" Chiang Ye wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.

Ying Zui's expression was serious. He knew that the disciple of Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect's physical body was strong, and it wasn't any weaker than his. This small injury wouldn't affect the battle at all.

"Hack! Hack!"

Ying Zui shouted loudly. He took a step forward with a bow, and with his strength reaching all four directions, he struck Chiang Ye's collarbone with a force that was both hard and soft.

With a cracking sound, Chiang Ye vomited blood for the first time. His left collarbone was broken and his face turned pale.

The disciple of Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect was flabbergasted. How could a mortal that they looked down upon be so powerful? Even their eldest senior brother was no match for him.

"To be honest, you are very strong, but your utilization of qi and blood and innate imprisonment is too weak. Your body is strong, and your bones are severely rigid. I believe that you only started cultivating in your later years, right?" Ying Zui stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently.

"Not bad, you are very talented!" Chiang Ye said with mixed feelings.

The old lady of Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect said in a deep voice, "Eldest senior brother is enough. He is strong enough. We acknowledge him. We are here to train, not to fight with our lives on the line!"

"That's right, big senior brother. Those who can defeat you can defeat us as well. We are convinced!"

Xilai Pangpang smiled. Wang Wenzhong smiled. Sure enough, everything was under Ying Zui's control.

"Hiss!"

The crowd gasped. The young man who didn't have any secret skill or secret skill in his hand had actually defeated the senior disciple from the Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect's inner circle.

Only Ying Zui was smiling bitterly. He knew that if he risked his life, he would be able to survive, but he was in a miserable state.

His victory was not fair. Chiang Ye must have some secret skill that he hadn't used yet. He had only used the innate prison to fight him with his physical body.

"Hehe!"

"Good, kid. You can bring your men to our station. The disciple of Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect is not a man who goes back on his word." Chiang Ye bared his teeth. His blood-red teeth made people shiver.

"Good. In the future, we have to fight to our heart's content. It's not like today, we have burdens and concerns in our hearts!"

Ying Zui's voice was like the ringing of a bell, resounding across the surrounding hills. It was not because he was too weak, but because he was tied up in his heart.

Ying Zui sighed with regret. He had finally met someone who could fight with him physically, but he could not fight to his heart's content.

Chiang Ye had too many concerns. He was the senior disciple of the Suppressing Prison Heaven Sect's inner sect. He had to bring his junior disciple and junior sister into the Observation Tomb to train. If Ying Zui and the other two were seriously injured, he wouldn't be able to take care of them in the Observation Tomb.

Sometimes, the sect was a powerful sect, but the disciples of the sect had to bear the honor of the sect.

The onlookers dispersed. The rogue cultivators and small families looked excited. They saw hope. Maybe one day, they would be like Ying Zui and the other two. Joining a large force and getting a piece of the pie, even drinking a mouthful of soup would be better than now.

"It's her?"

Xilai Pangpang stared at the hill in the distance. A green figure was leaving the hill.

Xilai Pangpang's eyes were filled with sadness. This was the first time Ying Zui had seen Xilai Pangpang behave like this.

Ying Zui turned his head and focused his vision. A green figure was holding a long sword in his hand. With one step, he disappeared into the horizon...

"Sigh!"

Ying Zui patted Xilai Pangpang's shoulder. Sometimes, fate would not favor a person. Life was just like this, growing and training.

Families were usually a kind of fetter, unless a cultivator cut off all emotions and desires, and cultivated the Emotion Dao.

"I have experienced the ocean and the ocean, but I am not a cloud except for the Shaman Mountain!" Ying Zui turned around and left, leaving Xilai Pangpang alone with a sentimental feeling.