Chapter 221: The Venerable of the Sacred Mountain

Chapter 221: The Venerable of the Sacred Mountain

The girl in the purple dress was ethereal and pure, shrouded in a faint mist. Her flowing garments and holy radiance made her appear as otherworldly as a celestial fairy from the Moon Palace.

However, upon hearing the little rascal's words, she lost her composure. Her fair face was filled with indignation; she could hardly bear being called a fierce beast every time she encountered him.

The girl in purple's bright eyes sparkled with astonishing divine light. She bit her crimson lips lightly and glared at him, wanting to beat the little troublemaker until he howled.

"Where do you think you're going, fierce beast?" With a swift motion, the little rascal leaped forward, attacking the girl in purple with excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Everyone was taken aback. This newly appeared pair of old and young had an impressive origin. The little rascal's reckless charge showed his great skill and fearlessness.

"Shameful little rascal!" The girl in purple, though transcendent and otherworldly, now showed a hint of worldly annoyance. She couldn’t tolerate being treated so brutally each time they met.

With a buzzing sound, she waved her delicate hand, and a dazzling array of runes spread out like a cascade of light, enveloping the area in front of her. She was making her move.

The little rascal let out a light shout and expelled a powerful breath from his mouth. It surged like a true dragon, instantly forming a gust of wind carrying numerous golden runes, crashing forward.

In an instant, the area was filled with flying sand and rocks, the howling wind deafening. The gale uprooted nearby trees and sent giant boulders tumbling into the sky.

With a "boom," the golden runes shattered the array of runes, crushing through the opponent's defensive techniques with overwhelming force.

The crowd was astonished. How terrifying was this little rascal to wield such power with just a breath? It was almost beyond belief.

The girl in purple's expression changed. She hailed from the Ancient Sacred Mountain, and her innate talent and astonishing identity made her realize the little rascal's formidable and terrifying power.

He had indeed opened the Tenth Heaven, his internal runes enriching, and his external power seizing the heavens and earth's essence. Every move of his was a supreme attack, even his breath containing powerful runes that could shatter divine weapons.

"Where are you going, fierce beast? My realm now is not inferior to yours. I don’t need to stumble or fear your runes," the little rascal shouted.

The girl in purple clenched her fair little fist. The word "stumble" infuriated her; it was too sensitive, reminding her of the traumatic experience in Hundred Broken Mountains, making her almost go mad.

She was the goddess in the eyes of various races’ prodigies, extraordinarily transcendent. Even the offspring of deities would not dare to disrespect her. Wherever she went, she was surrounded by adoring crowds, basking in divine light.

Usually, no one dared to offend her, let alone touch her divine, jade-like skin. They could only gaze at her from afar.

Yet, the little rascal was different. He was infuriatingly hateful, seizing the opportunity in Hundred Broken Mountains to hug her fair neck and even bite her glittering earlobe, rolling on the ground with her.

That was truly a regrettable experience. This guy was undoubtedly the black hand ruining the "goddess." If these events were to spread, it would cause an uproar. Especially if it reached the world of the girl in purple, the prodigies of the Ancient Sacred Mountain would be stunned, jaws dropped.

Fortunately, no one knew about it yet.

"Whoosh"

A transparent divine horn appeared in the girl's hand. With a powerful swipe, the approaching little rascal let out a strange cry and quickly dodged.

This horn was special, emitting a radiance capable of piercing bones, cutting through the air with precision, making it nearly impossible to defend against.

"What is this thing, forcing me to engage in close combat?" The little rascal widened his eyes, saliva flying, and charged forward again, not minding another tumble.

The girl in purple quickly retreated. With so many eyes on them, she did not want to roll around on the ground with the little rascal in front of everyone. If it came to that, she would lose her temper.

"Whoosh"

Brilliant light surrounded her ears, forming a luminous curtain that blocked the little rascal’s advance.

"This earring seems better than the last one, refined by a supreme being, with divine power flowing through it," the little rascal’s eyes lit up, growing even more energetic, and he charged forward with renewed vigor.

"Boom"

He threw a punch, sending golden runes soaring through the air, shattering the luminous curtain. With his invincible Tenth Heaven strength, nothing could impede his progress here.

"Fierce beast, surrender now!" The little rascal roared, unleashing his Kunpeng divine art. The gusts of wind and terrifying aura engulfed the area, drowning everything in divine feathers.

"Indeed remarkable," finally, the old man beside them spoke. Moving forward, he stood in the way, pushing out a palm. His voice rumbled like the creation of the heavens, with mist and light soaring into the sky.

"Boom"

This was a earth-shattering strike, emitting a golden ripple that could be clearly seen, spreading in all directions, causing nearby hills, vegetation, and boulders to crack apart.

It was like a divine ripple, flashing with golden light. Though it seemed peaceful, it was irresistible, sweeping everything away with unstoppable force.

"My stew!" The little rascal shouted, protecting one direction and preventing the mountain land from collapsing.

In the distance, people were horrified, secretly thankful they were standing far enough away. Otherwise, they might have turned into a bloody mess, certainly crushed by the golden ripples.

It was incredibly frightening. What kind of power was this?

Everyone was awed. This old man seemed capable of battling a Tenth Heaven cultivator, which was astonishingly terrifying.

"Are you her clan member?" The little rascal asked warily, looking at the old man.

The old man was too mysterious, seemingly ridiculously powerful. Even though he stood there, he gave off an ethereal feeling, as if beyond the divine realm.

"Yes," the old man nodded.

"But you don’t look like a fierce beast," the little rascal scratched his head, doubtful. Elderly fierce beasts should be more terrifying, possessing a natural divine power. At the moment, he only sensed calm and peacefulness.

"Little rascal, speak properly," the old man scolded.

"Whatever, big fierce beast, come again!" The little rascal charged forward with excitement, delighted to face such an opponent.

Upon hearing this, the old man puffed up his cheeks and glared.

"Boom"

A great battle erupted between them. The little rascal roared and leaped with increasing courage and energy, radiating powerful brilliance, overwhelming to the point of despair.

Every move he made was devastatingly powerful, able to push through any obstacle, shaking the heavens and earth.

Experts from various sects trembled in awe. Such strength and performance truly warranted the title "Young Supreme," with an invincible divine aura.

The old man was alarmed. As the battle progressed, he found it increasingly strenuous. The little rascal’s strength was too fierce, causing his arms to ache painfully, nearing collapse.

"I understand now. Your arm guards are divine treasures, with divine energy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have held out this long," the little rascal realized. This old man had opened the Ninth Heaven.

The Tenth Heaven is supreme, and if it fully matures, it can dominate the world and command all directions. Truly invincible, though rarely seen.

"Stop, I have something to say," the old man spoke.

"Give me the arm guards," the little rascal demanded fiercely, his eyes fixed on the divine treasures.

Chapter 221: The Venerable of the Sacred Mountain

The girl in the purple dress was ethereal and pure, shrouded in a faint mist. Her flowing garments and holy radiance made her appear as otherworldly as a celestial fairy from the Moon Palace.

However, upon hearing the little rascal's words, she lost her composure. Her fair face was filled with indignation; she could hardly bear being called a fierce beast every time she encountered him.

The girl in purple's bright eyes sparkled with astonishing divine light. She bit her crimson lips lightly and glared at him, wanting to beat the little troublemaker until he howled.

"Where do you think you're going, fierce beast?" With a swift motion, the little rascal leaped forward, attacking the girl in purple with excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Everyone was taken aback. This newly appeared pair of old and young had an impressive origin. The little rascal's reckless charge showed his great skill and fearlessness.

"Shameful little rascal!" The girl in purple, though transcendent and otherworldly, now showed a hint of worldly annoyance. She couldn’t tolerate being treated so brutally each time they met.

With a buzzing sound, she waved her delicate hand, and a dazzling array of runes spread out like a cascade of light, enveloping the area in front of her. She was making her move.

The little rascal let out a light shout and expelled a powerful breath from his mouth. It surged like a true dragon, instantly forming a gust of wind carrying numerous golden runes, crashing forward.

In an instant, the area was filled with flying sand and rocks, the howling wind deafening. The gale uprooted nearby trees and sent giant boulders tumbling into the sky.

With a "boom," the golden runes shattered the array of runes, crushing through the opponent's defensive techniques with overwhelming force.

The crowd was astonished. How terrifying was this little rascal to wield such power with just a breath? It was almost beyond belief.

The girl in purple's expression changed. She hailed from the Ancient Sacred Mountain, and her innate talent and astonishing identity made her realize the little rascal's formidable and terrifying power.

He had indeed opened the Tenth Heaven, his internal runes enriching, and his external power seizing the heavens and earth's essence. Every move of his was a supreme attack, even his breath containing powerful runes that could shatter divine weapons.

"Where are you going, fierce beast? My realm now is not inferior to yours. I don’t need to stumble or fear your runes," the little rascal shouted.

The girl in purple clenched her fair little fist. The word "stumble" infuriated her; it was too sensitive, reminding her of the traumatic experience in Hundred Broken Mountains, making her almost go mad.

She was the goddess in the eyes of various races’ prodigies, extraordinarily transcendent. Even the offspring of deities would not dare to disrespect her. Wherever she went, she was surrounded by adoring crowds, basking in divine light.

Usually, no one dared to offend her, let alone touch her divine, jade-like skin. They could only gaze at her from afar.

Yet, the little rascal was different. He was infuriatingly hateful, seizing the opportunity in Hundred Broken Mountains to hug her fair neck and even bite her glittering earlobe, rolling on the ground with her.

That was truly a regrettable experience. This guy was undoubtedly the black hand ruining the "goddess." If these events were to spread, it would cause an uproar. Especially if it reached the world of the girl in purple, the prodigies of the Ancient Sacred Mountain would be stunned, jaws dropped.

Fortunately, no one knew about it yet.

"Whoosh"

A transparent divine horn appeared in the girl's hand. With a powerful swipe, the approaching little rascal let out a strange cry and quickly dodged.

This horn was special, emitting a radiance capable of piercing bones, cutting through the air with precision, making it nearly impossible to defend against.

"What is this thing, forcing me to engage in close combat?" The little rascal widened his eyes, saliva flying, and charged forward again, not minding another tumble.

The girl in purple quickly retreated. With so many eyes on them, she did not want to roll around on the ground with the little rascal in front of everyone. If it came to that, she would lose her temper.

"Whoosh"

Brilliant light surrounded her ears, forming a luminous curtain that blocked the little rascal’s advance.

"This earring seems better than the last one, refined by a supreme being, with divine power flowing through it," the little rascal’s eyes lit up, growing even more energetic, and he charged forward with renewed vigor.

"Boom"

He threw a punch, sending golden runes soaring through the air, shattering the luminous curtain. With his invincible Tenth Heaven strength, nothing could impede his progress here.

"Fierce beast, surrender now!" The little rascal roared, unleashing his Kunpeng divine art. The gusts of wind and terrifying aura engulfed the area, drowning everything in divine feathers.

"Indeed remarkable," finally, the old man beside them spoke. Moving forward, he stood in the way, pushing out a palm. His voice rumbled like the creation of the heavens, with mist and light soaring into the sky.

"Boom"

This was a earth-shattering strike, emitting a golden ripple that could be clearly seen, spreading in all directions, causing nearby hills, vegetation, and boulders to crack apart.

It was like a divine ripple, flashing with golden light. Though it seemed peaceful, it was irresistible, sweeping everything away with unstoppable force.

"My stew!" The little rascal shouted, protecting one direction and preventing the mountain land from collapsing.

In the distance, people were horrified, secretly thankful they were standing far enough away. Otherwise, they might have turned into a bloody mess, certainly crushed by the golden ripples.

It was incredibly frightening. What kind of power was this?

Everyone was awed. This old man seemed capable of battling a Tenth Heaven cultivator, which was astonishingly terrifying.

"Are you her clan member?" The little rascal asked warily, looking at the old man.

The old man was too mysterious, seemingly ridiculously powerful. Even though he stood there, he gave off an ethereal feeling, as if beyond the divine realm.

"Yes," the old man nodded.

"But you don’t look like a fierce beast," the little rascal scratched his head, doubtful. Elderly fierce beasts should be more terrifying, possessing a natural divine power. At the moment, he only sensed calm and peacefulness.

"Little rascal, speak properly," the old man scolded.

"Whatever, big fierce beast, come again!" The little rascal charged forward with excitement, delighted to face such an opponent.

Upon hearing this, the old man puffed up his cheeks and glared.

"Boom"

A great battle erupted between them. The little rascal roared and leaped with increasing courage and energy, radiating powerful brilliance, overwhelming to the point of despair.

Every move he made was devastatingly powerful, able to push through any obstacle, shaking the heavens and earth.

Experts from various sects trembled in awe. Such strength and performance truly warranted the title "Young Supreme," with an invincible divine aura.

The old man was alarmed. As the battle progressed, he found it increasingly strenuous. The little rascal’s strength was too fierce, causing his arms to ache painfully, nearing collapse.

"I understand now. Your arm guards are divine treasures, with divine energy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have held out this long," the little rascal realized. This old man had opened the Ninth Heaven.

The Tenth Heaven is supreme, and if it fully matures, it can dominate the world and command all directions. Truly invincible, though rarely seen.

"Stop, I have something to say," the old man spoke.

"Give me the arm guards," the little rascal demanded fiercely, his eyes fixed on the divine treasures.