Peerless Heavens Mandate - Chapter 128
Chapter 128: Foolish Cleverness, Tearing Prey Apart with Bare Hands
Translation by: Weebsread👹
Although Luo Yuheng didn’t recognize the meaning behind Ye Xuan’s raised middle finger, he could still sense the deep humiliation it carried.
He was just about to step forward when, suddenly, a strange blood-red sigil appeared above Ye Xuan’s head.
“A life-and-death blood duel?!”
The sight shocked Divine Maiden Xi Yao and the Twelfth Hall Master, Luo Tong, who stood behind her.
“So reckless. Ye Xuan is far too impulsive,” thought Luo Tong, his brows furrowing with concern.
He had already considered ways to shield Ye Xuan from the fallout of this conflict in future reports. Never had he imagined Ye Xuan would simply bypass all pretense and directly challenge his opponent to a life-and-death blood duel.
“Once the blood duel contract is sealed, not even a demi-god can break it. Only the death and spilled blood of one party can dissolve the pact entirely.”
The demi-gods from the other great factions were equally taken aback by Ye Xuan’s sudden move.
But no one was more stunned than Luo Yuheng himself.
The opportunity had come so abruptly, it left him almost dizzy.
“This fool Ye Xuan actually wants a blood duel with me?”
“Does he really believe that just because his Spirit Bone has transformed and he’s ascended to Martial Emperor, he can contend with me, a Saint Realm cultivator?”
“Where does he get such audacity?!”
Luo Yuheng’s original plan had been to use the matter of Tantai Mingyue to provoke Ye Xuan, escalating the situation step by step. Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan had leapt straight into the trap—no, had stuck his own neck out, offering it up.
“Ye Xuan, you—”
“You bastard—shut your mouth! What, are you scared?”
“Scared? Me?”
Luo Yuheng was so furious he nearly laughed.
“I, a dignified Saint Realm cultivator—how could I possibly fear you?”
Without another word, Luo Yuheng bit his finger, forcing a drop of Blood Essence, and pressed it into the hovering blood-red contract.
Perhaps due to the heavy toll he’d taken on his Blood Essence in previous battles, even after consuming countless elixirs, Luo Yuheng still felt a lingering weakness.
But weak though he was—
He was still a Saint Realm powerhouse!
“Ye Xuan, since you’re so eager to die, then today I’ll—”
“Pa!”
Before Luo Yuheng could finish, Ye Xuan, already wreathed in the power of his Divine Might Avatar, seized him by the head and slammed him violently to the ground.
“Still got time to run your mouth in a fight? Who spoiled you with such bad habits?”
As his words fell, Ye Xuan’s fists descended like a torrential storm, pounding Luo Yuheng’s head without respite.
A Martial Emperor against a Saint Realm cultivator.
By all rights, this should have been a one-sided slaughter.
Yet from the very start, Luo Yuheng—the Saint Realm cultivator—was being pinned down and pummeled by a Martial Emperor?
The onlookers were left utterly speechless.
“That idiot Luo Yuheng!”
Off in the distance, the Fifth Pavilion Chief and Ninth Pavilion Chief of the Fallen Pavilion cursed inwardly at the sight.
If someone challenges you to a life-and-death duel, why waste time talking?
Isn’t that just asking for a beating?
Did he really think he was facing an ordinary Martial Emperor?
That’s a Chosen who has awakened the Divine Might Avatar!
And as for that Divine Might Avatar—
Many present, upon seeing Ye Xuan summon his Divine Might Avatar, couldn’t hide the astonishment in their eyes.
“His Spirit Bone must be at least fifty percent awakened.”
“This Ye Xuan is no ordinary Chosen.”
Noticing the shifting expressions among the demi-gods of the major factions, the demi-god of the Netherworld Holy Order let a subtle light flicker in his gaze.
Though this was only a Divine Might Avatar—not enough to prove Ye Xuan was the one who had triggered the Golden Lotus Phenomenon—it was already enough to sway the hearts of these demi-god powerhouses.
“Boom—!”
Just then, Luo Yuheng, battered by Ye Xuan’s relentless blows, suddenly broke free from the onslaught.
He, a Saint Realm cultivator—
Was actually being beaten so humiliatingly by a Martial Emperor, right in front of everyone?
“Ye Xuan!!!”
[You have earned Luo Yuheng’s fury. Dao Fortune +18]
[+19]
[+20]
[+22]
Seeing Luo Yuheng’s wrath, Ye Xuan’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.
But to Luo Yuheng, that smile was nothing but naked provocation.
[You have earned Luo Yuheng’s fury. Dao Fortune +20]
[+22]
[+24]
[+25]
“Ye Xuan, go to hell!!!”
The Saint Realm powerhouse’s vast, boundless might instantly tore apart the rain of fists.
Luo Yuheng’s hands radiated waves of jade-green light.
It was as if all the world’s energies were gathered in his grasp.
“That’s the Fallen Pavilion’s Heaven-Tier Secret Vault art—Xuan Yu Hands.”
The Twelfth Hall Master, Luo Tong, immediately recognized the jade glow in Luo Yuheng’s hands.
Xuan Yu Hands—a secret art never passed beyond the Fallen Pavilion.
A legacy left by an ancient True God of fate.
Legend held that, under these jade hands, any mechanism or Puppet, no matter how complex, could be manipulated as if alive.
More than that, Xuan Yu Hands was capable not only of controlling Puppets, but of commanding the very Dao laws of heaven and earth.
“Riiip—”
Under the effect of Xuan Yu Hands, the space around Ye Xuan suddenly split open with countless fissures.
Each rift clawed hungrily at the golden radiance shielding Ye Xuan, as if trying to tear apart his Divine Light.
“In that case, you’d better give it your all. Either you kill me today, or I kill you.”
Ye Xuan simply stood suspended in midair, letting the surrounding fissures rend at his Divine Might.
Then, in the next instant, he shot forth from within his Divine Might Avatar.
“What is he doing?”
Once again, the demi-god powerhouses of the major factions were stunned.
“It looks like… he just left his Divine Might Avatar?”
“The Divine Might Avatar is the very essence of Divine Might within the Spirit Bone. It’s the greatest trump card of any Chosen. Without it, how is he any different from an ordinary Martial Artist?”
To these demi-gods, Ye Xuan’s action was as if a hunter had thrown away his bow and spear, charging in to tear at his prey with bare hands and teeth.
Clearly, Luo Yuheng thought the same.
“This Ye Xuan… I really can’t tell if he’s insane or simply an idiot.”
A Martial Emperor who abandons his Divine Might Avatar—
Standing before a Saint Realm cultivator—
He wasn’t even worthy of being called an opponent.
But just as Luo Yuheng, face twisted with disdain, prepared to end the fight, Ye Xuan’s speed abruptly surged to a monstrous degree.
He became like a wild primordial beast, appearing in a blink right in front of Luo Yuheng.
With a single, thunderous punch, he smashed it down on Luo Yuheng’s head.
“How is this possible?!”
Even the Fifth and Ninth Pavilion Chiefs of the Fallen Pavilion were shocked by Ye Xuan’s sheer physical speed and power.
But those most shaken were the cultivators of Sacred Beast Mountain.
They were beast cultivators in human form.
Among beast cultivators, aside from their bloodline gifts, their greatest strength was their physical body.
Yet the speed and might Ye Xuan demonstrated just now—
Did not resemble that of a human Martial Artist at all.
He seemed more like a humanoid beast.
“No, even among the beast race, it would be impossible for anyone at the Martial Emperor level to possess a physical body capable of thrashing a Saint Realm cultivator like this.”
Translation by: Weebsread👹
Although Luo Yuheng didn’t recognize the meaning behind Ye Xuan’s raised middle finger, he could still sense the deep humiliation it carried.
He was just about to step forward when, suddenly, a strange blood-red sigil appeared above Ye Xuan’s head.
“A life-and-death blood duel?!”
The sight shocked Divine Maiden Xi Yao and the Twelfth Hall Master, Luo Tong, who stood behind her.
“So reckless. Ye Xuan is far too impulsive,” thought Luo Tong, his brows furrowing with concern.
He had already considered ways to shield Ye Xuan from the fallout of this conflict in future reports. Never had he imagined Ye Xuan would simply bypass all pretense and directly challenge his opponent to a life-and-death blood duel.
“Once the blood duel contract is sealed, not even a demi-god can break it. Only the death and spilled blood of one party can dissolve the pact entirely.”
The demi-gods from the other great factions were equally taken aback by Ye Xuan’s sudden move.
But no one was more stunned than Luo Yuheng himself.
The opportunity had come so abruptly, it left him almost dizzy.
“This fool Ye Xuan actually wants a blood duel with me?”
“Does he really believe that just because his Spirit Bone has transformed and he’s ascended to Martial Emperor, he can contend with me, a Saint Realm cultivator?”
“Where does he get such audacity?!”
Luo Yuheng’s original plan had been to use the matter of Tantai Mingyue to provoke Ye Xuan, escalating the situation step by step. Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan had leapt straight into the trap—no, had stuck his own neck out, offering it up.
“Ye Xuan, you—”
“You bastard—shut your mouth! What, are you scared?”
“Scared? Me?”
Luo Yuheng was so furious he nearly laughed.
“I, a dignified Saint Realm cultivator—how could I possibly fear you?”
Without another word, Luo Yuheng bit his finger, forcing a drop of Blood Essence, and pressed it into the hovering blood-red contract.
Perhaps due to the heavy toll he’d taken on his Blood Essence in previous battles, even after consuming countless elixirs, Luo Yuheng still felt a lingering weakness.
But weak though he was—
He was still a Saint Realm powerhouse!
“Ye Xuan, since you’re so eager to die, then today I’ll—”
“Pa!”
Before Luo Yuheng could finish, Ye Xuan, already wreathed in the power of his Divine Might Avatar, seized him by the head and slammed him violently to the ground.
“Still got time to run your mouth in a fight? Who spoiled you with such bad habits?”
As his words fell, Ye Xuan’s fists descended like a torrential storm, pounding Luo Yuheng’s head without respite.
A Martial Emperor against a Saint Realm cultivator.
By all rights, this should have been a one-sided slaughter.
Yet from the very start, Luo Yuheng—the Saint Realm cultivator—was being pinned down and pummeled by a Martial Emperor?
The onlookers were left utterly speechless.
“That idiot Luo Yuheng!”
Off in the distance, the Fifth Pavilion Chief and Ninth Pavilion Chief of the Fallen Pavilion cursed inwardly at the sight.
If someone challenges you to a life-and-death duel, why waste time talking?
Isn’t that just asking for a beating?
Did he really think he was facing an ordinary Martial Emperor?
That’s a Chosen who has awakened the Divine Might Avatar!
And as for that Divine Might Avatar—
Many present, upon seeing Ye Xuan summon his Divine Might Avatar, couldn’t hide the astonishment in their eyes.
“His Spirit Bone must be at least fifty percent awakened.”
“This Ye Xuan is no ordinary Chosen.”
Noticing the shifting expressions among the demi-gods of the major factions, the demi-god of the Netherworld Holy Order let a subtle light flicker in his gaze.
Though this was only a Divine Might Avatar—not enough to prove Ye Xuan was the one who had triggered the Golden Lotus Phenomenon—it was already enough to sway the hearts of these demi-god powerhouses.
“Boom—!”
Just then, Luo Yuheng, battered by Ye Xuan’s relentless blows, suddenly broke free from the onslaught.
He, a Saint Realm cultivator—
Was actually being beaten so humiliatingly by a Martial Emperor, right in front of everyone?
“Ye Xuan!!!”
[You have earned Luo Yuheng’s fury. Dao Fortune +18]
[+19]
[+20]
[+22]
Seeing Luo Yuheng’s wrath, Ye Xuan’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.
But to Luo Yuheng, that smile was nothing but naked provocation.
[You have earned Luo Yuheng’s fury. Dao Fortune +20]
[+22]
[+24]
[+25]
“Ye Xuan, go to hell!!!”
The Saint Realm powerhouse’s vast, boundless might instantly tore apart the rain of fists.
Luo Yuheng’s hands radiated waves of jade-green light.
It was as if all the world’s energies were gathered in his grasp.
“That’s the Fallen Pavilion’s Heaven-Tier Secret Vault art—Xuan Yu Hands.”
The Twelfth Hall Master, Luo Tong, immediately recognized the jade glow in Luo Yuheng’s hands.
Xuan Yu Hands—a secret art never passed beyond the Fallen Pavilion.
A legacy left by an ancient True God of fate.
Legend held that, under these jade hands, any mechanism or Puppet, no matter how complex, could be manipulated as if alive.
More than that, Xuan Yu Hands was capable not only of controlling Puppets, but of commanding the very Dao laws of heaven and earth.
“Riiip—”
Under the effect of Xuan Yu Hands, the space around Ye Xuan suddenly split open with countless fissures.
Each rift clawed hungrily at the golden radiance shielding Ye Xuan, as if trying to tear apart his Divine Light.
“In that case, you’d better give it your all. Either you kill me today, or I kill you.”
Ye Xuan simply stood suspended in midair, letting the surrounding fissures rend at his Divine Might.
Then, in the next instant, he shot forth from within his Divine Might Avatar.
“What is he doing?”
Once again, the demi-god powerhouses of the major factions were stunned.
“It looks like… he just left his Divine Might Avatar?”
“The Divine Might Avatar is the very essence of Divine Might within the Spirit Bone. It’s the greatest trump card of any Chosen. Without it, how is he any different from an ordinary Martial Artist?”
To these demi-gods, Ye Xuan’s action was as if a hunter had thrown away his bow and spear, charging in to tear at his prey with bare hands and teeth.
Clearly, Luo Yuheng thought the same.
“This Ye Xuan… I really can’t tell if he’s insane or simply an idiot.”
A Martial Emperor who abandons his Divine Might Avatar—
Standing before a Saint Realm cultivator—
He wasn’t even worthy of being called an opponent.
But just as Luo Yuheng, face twisted with disdain, prepared to end the fight, Ye Xuan’s speed abruptly surged to a monstrous degree.
He became like a wild primordial beast, appearing in a blink right in front of Luo Yuheng.
With a single, thunderous punch, he smashed it down on Luo Yuheng’s head.
“How is this possible?!”
Even the Fifth and Ninth Pavilion Chiefs of the Fallen Pavilion were shocked by Ye Xuan’s sheer physical speed and power.
But those most shaken were the cultivators of Sacred Beast Mountain.
They were beast cultivators in human form.
Among beast cultivators, aside from their bloodline gifts, their greatest strength was their physical body.
Yet the speed and might Ye Xuan demonstrated just now—
Did not resemble that of a human Martial Artist at all.
He seemed more like a humanoid beast.
“No, even among the beast race, it would be impossible for anyone at the Martial Emperor level to possess a physical body capable of thrashing a Saint Realm cultivator like this.”
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