The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 992 What kind of wild cultivator dares to be so presumptuous?

"Splash~"

The vast expanse of yellow sand surged like a tidal wave, with a rough texture, like dark clouds pressing down, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Amidst the yellow sand, Baosha Sanren held a sand-yellow pagoda, his expression calm and composed, his body surging with distorted spiritual light, exhaling and exhaling the essence of sand.

The yellow sand seemed endless, spreading continuously throughout the surrounding space. Not only the palace where they were located, but also the surrounding buildings collapsed and crumbled into ruins as the sand descended.

The power of a great cultivator can shake heaven and earth; such a sight is no different from that of a deity to ordinary people.

Such natural power is so formidable that even martial arts masters would find it difficult to withstand, let alone the armored warriors within the palace.

At this moment, a chaotic battle had already broken out inside and outside the palace.

To be precise, the surrounding area was already a ruin. Under such terrifying combat power, even high-level restrictions were insufficient to provide adequate protection.

Ji Shulan held a jade sword, her body covered in soft azure armor, her skin as white as snow, exuding a heroic aura, as she fought against Elder Yi in the arena.

Space shifts, figures intertwine, and every instant is filled with a deafening roar.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Explosions echoed continuously in the air, and even the soul trembled as if by a vast ocean.

But this terrifying ripple didn't spread outwards much. The endless yellow sand acted like a natural prison, firmly confining all directions. Although not absolutely isolated, the boundaries of the yellow sand seemed infinite, and with each layer weakening it, the ripples of vibration had already been reduced to their minimum.

Old Master Yi has been by Ji Qingyu's side for many years, keeping a low profile in the Bi Cang County Prince's Mansion, but he is a genuine half-step Grand Cultivator.

Although he is now past his prime, he still has a long way to go before he passes away. The current situation is that of a half-step Grand Master, the most difficult time to provoke him in his life.

Their experience, skills, and overall condition were all at the pinnacle of their time.

In a direct confrontation, even an elder would have to be on high alert and proceed with extreme caution.

However, it is unknown what method Ji Shulan used, but at this moment she actually unleashed a combat power that was in no way inferior to Elder Yi. In fact, due to the influence of the yellow sand and the divine soul power, Elder Yi also had to take care of protecting Ji Qingyu, and during the battle, Ji Shulan even gained the upper hand at one point.

How could this be?

The more Yi fought, the more alarmed he became.

Because of Ji Qingyu, he had met Ji Shulan more than once or twice. But he had never realized that the other party was so well hidden.

With his second-stage perfected realm, and relying on a powerful secret technique, can he unleash a power comparable to a half-step Grand Master?

Judging from the opponent's momentum, with continuous energy and an untamed spirit, it was clear that this was not a short-term burst of power, but rather a true display of combat strength at the half-step Grand Master level.

Swish!

The jade-green light shone brightly, and Yi Lao couldn't avoid it, suffering a silent loss.

Fortunately, he managed to protect Ji Qingyu from the overwhelming sandstorm.

Looking at the little princess Bi Cang below, who seemed like a burden, Ji Shulan felt a deep sorrow in her heart, and her eyes grew increasingly cold.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Elder Zong's body was like a phantom, his powerful spirit intertwined, constantly brewing offensive attacks, like a torrential downpour, making it hard for Elder Dou to breathe.

"Give up the struggle."

Elder Zong sneered, his eyes filled with an air of certainty.

He and Elder Dou were originally evenly matched in strength, but after the groundwork laid earlier, Elder Dou was no match for him at all.

He had the upper hand in every offensive.

"Don't be too smug!" Old Dou was pale as he tried his best to suppress his injuries and urged every bit of power within his spiritual platform.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Beneath the swirling yellow sand, divine souls trembled continuously, accompanied by the powerful aura of profound treasures and the radiant light of their peak.

But no matter how terrifying the spectacle, it was far less impressive than the battle between the Prince of Bicang and the Hermit of Baosha.

At this moment, the Prince of Bi Cang's face was shimmering with a deep blue-green light, and the decay and turbidity in his eyes seemed to vanish in an instant. His features faintly revealed the vigorous spirit of his youth.

A powerful divine soul surged forth from his body, resonating with the divine soul of Baosha Sanren.

However, despite his imposing presence, he was on the defensive against Baosha Sanren.

"The Prince seems somewhat powerless today."

Amidst the endless yellow sand, Baosha Sanren, with his bald head mottled, held a sand tower in his hand like a majestic mountain, suppressing the endless sand and dust, while endless spiritual light emanated from it.

His expression was playful, his eyes full of teasing and probing.

Having fought him for so long, he had seen through his facade. Although the Prince of Bicang had a powerful and imposing presence, appearing to be at the height of his power, he was nothing more than a silver candlestick, a castle in the air, merely putting on an act of mystery.

Once they clashed, their true colors were revealed!

At this moment, Baosha Sanren also relaxed his tense mind a little.

What he feared most about coming here tonight was the state of Prince Bicang, which was far from what he had imagined.

He had made a general assessment of the other party's condition during his previous visit.

But it's impossible to say anything until something happens.

He excels in group battles, but he's not very confident in life-or-death clashes between cultivators of the same realm.

If things go wrong, the risks are considerable.

Fortunately, the Prince of Bicang's decline is already evident, and it is only through this effort that he has been able to maintain his current status. One can only imagine the price he has paid.

But no matter the cost, the backlash from the Prince of Bi Cang who unleashed such power will be extremely severe!

"That old man is clever enough to set a trap and turn the tables on you. It's just a pity."

One wrong move!

Sensing the situation on the field keenly, Bao Sha Sanren felt pleased and became even more composed.

They used verbal attacks to continuously undermine the fighting spirit and hopes of the Prince of Bicang.

"Since the Prince is unacceptable, why don't we just stop here and shake hands to make peace?"

"Your Highness, rest assured, I always keep my word. If I stop now, I will certainly not attack you again!"

"If the Prince does not believe me, I can swear an oath with my Dao heart. However, I believe the Prince will believe me, after all, I am..."

Soon he will be the great-great-grandson-in-law of the Prince, hahaha.

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Baosha Sanren laughed unrestrainedly, but his attacks did not loosen in the slightest.

Even now, when he is certain of victory, he will not relax for a moment until the final outcome is revealed.

This is the proper respect one should show to a fellow cultivator of the same realm who is determined to die and is willing to fight to the death.

It also shows their high regard and cherishment of their own life and property.

Despite the relentless psychological onslaught from Baosha Sanren and the swirling sandstorm around him, the expression of the Prince of Bicang remained unchanged.

But only when he mentioned his great-grandson-in-law did a ripple of emotion appear in his heart, even a hint of anger.

"You brat!"

Prince Bi Cang was furious, but he also felt a sense of helplessness and frustration.

Feeling the deathly aura spreading within his body and becoming increasingly difficult to suppress, even under the imposing presence of the Azure Prince, he inevitably experienced a decline in his power.

"Has it reached its limit?"

Baosha Sanren's robes fluttered, his unusually long hands forming a spell, spiritual light converging as he unleashed a sand-dispelling technique.

The sand-yellow pagoda is constantly radiating spiritual light, transforming into a radiant halo that boosts its prestige in all directions.

The yellow sand, like a raging sea, swallowing the heavens and earth, transformed into giant dragons of yellow sand, constantly crisscrossing and squeezing out the space for Prince Bi Cang to maneuver.

The once invincible azure hand, worn down by the endless yellow sand, is now riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse.

If this continues, it's only a matter of time before it collapses.

Feeling the space around him being constantly encroached upon, with giant yellow sand dragons crisscrossing, the Azure Prince's hands trembled slightly, and the trembling seemed to be intensifying.

He was gradually losing control of his body.

The vital essence within his body had long been exhausted, and even forcibly extracting it with his divine soul had reached its limit.

"If it were twenty years earlier..."

Prince Bi Cang's face began to twitch, and his veins throbbed.

Even if they know how to deal with it, they can only watch helplessly as their bodies are overburdened and their souls are restricted, thus leading them to their demise.

Such resentment and such feelings are beyond words.

At this moment, Prince Bicang felt a sense of impending doom, as if he were a hero at the end of his road.

If it were twenty years earlier, when he was at his peak, how could people like Bao Sha dare to act like this!

Do not!

It won't take twenty years, just ten years earlier.

Back then, his physical body wasn't as depleted as it is now. By forcibly extracting energy with his divine soul, he could have lasted much longer and unleashed even greater combat power.

How can we allow this brat to be so smug?

but.

Time has passed, and he is no longer the same person he once was. He has grown old!

The Prince of Bicang felt unwilling and disappointed, but all his thoughts ultimately turned into an obsession with breaking the deadlock.

"This can't go on."

His bones trembled slightly, his body was on the verge of collapse, and he could hardly maintain the posture and aura of a major cultivator.

The situation on the field at this moment is extremely clear.

Old Master Dou is seriously injured and is no match for Old Master Zong. Although he is now struggling to hold on, the outcome is predictable.

Although Elder Yi remained relatively composed, he was unable to make any breakthroughs in the face of Ji Shulan's fierce offensive because he needed to consider Qingyu's well-being.

In his current form, he can barely hold his own against Baosha Sanren. Once his form declines, there will be no chance of him putting up a fight.

Most importantly, due to the presence of Baosha Sanren, the endless yellow sand, the pressure of divine souls, and the suppression of aura all indirectly affected the battle of the others.

Especially Elder Yi, because he needed to take care of Ji Qingyu, he could not unleash his full combat power.

Their chances of winning are now virtually nonexistent.

"A final gamble!"

The Prince of Bicang felt a deep sorrow in his heart, but his eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he made his decision.

Pong!

A precious blue treasure that was entangled with the giant sand dragon in mid-air suddenly exploded, the terrifying shockwave even producing a spatial sonic roar, leaving everyone's mind blank.

buzz~

A cacophony of noises and buzzing filled the air.

The terrifying shockwave blasted a hole in the sandstorm.

"Trying to leave?" Baosha Sanren was already on guard and reacted immediately.

However, before he could even react, the several powerful artifacts he had repeatedly used in mid-air, each with its own unique shape, began to glow with spiritual light, their patterns flowing and dynamic.

Pong!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One by one, the precious treasures exploded, blasting out clouds of energy. The intertwining and trembling of these clouds created an extremely chaotic atmosphere in the arena.

Before Baosha Sanren's remedial measures could even take effect, the blasted opening in space grew larger and larger. Even the vast, cloud-covering yellow sand became riddled with holes.

At that very moment, a streak of azure light shot out from the opening and headed towards the distant horizon.

He is the Prince of Bicang.

He was willing to risk detonating his most valuable treasure in exchange for a chance to break through.

Several priceless treasures, including many exquisite pieces, were reduced to ashes in that instant.

Such a price is heavy enough even for a cultivator at the Celestial Realm level.

Bao Sha Sanren looked gloomy; he had never imagined that the Prince of Bicang would have such courage.

The mark of a precious treasure is connected to the mind and spirit, and is nurtured by the blood and soul. Therefore, self-destructing a precious treasure is often not as simple as losing a single treasure.

Perhaps destroying a powerful treasure while undergoing a major spiritual cultivation wouldn't have such a severe impact. Aside from the loss of profits, he could recover after a few days of recuperation.

However, if he were to self-destruct several powerful treasures at once, even for a Grand Cultivator, that would be enough to cause him considerable trouble. And this is under normal circumstances, when the Grand Cultivator is at his peak condition.

For Prince Bicang, this self-destruction was tantamount to courting death.

With his soul shaken and injured, by the time the backlash arrived, there was no chance of recovery.

"Trying to run away!"

Baosha Sanren's eyes flashed like lightning, and he transformed into a streak of yellow sand, disappearing into the distant horizon.

The surrounding yellow sand, like countless sand worms, followed closely behind.

From a distance, it looked like sandstorms and stones, creating quite a spectacle.

"coming."

Blood trickled from the corner of Prince Bi Cang's mouth, his face was ashen, and his soul was on the verge of collapse.

Even so, a faint glimmer of hope still appeared in his eyes.

Even if the chances are slim, he will try his best.

As long as Baosha Sanren is lured away, without the impact of the overwhelming yellow sand and the threat of flying dust, with Yi Lao's abilities, there is a good chance that he can escort Qingyu away unharmed.

Whoosh!

The pale blue light was hazy, making Prince Bi Cang's face appear even paler.

At this moment, he was no longer just pale; with the spread of death energy, not only his face but his entire body had turned ashen.

It was deathly still, and from a distance, it looked like a corpse demon.

His soul shattered, and the backlash from the secret technique made his consciousness increasingly blurred.

"Hang in there, just a little longer."

It was enough to make ordinary celestial beings lose consciousness and fall into a deep, silent darkness, devouring their souls, which made Prince Bi Cang persevere with his willpower and determination.

Delay it for a while longer.

The longer he delays, the greater the chance that Qingyu will escape.

As long as he keeps Baosha Sanren entangled here, without the threat of this powerful celestial cultivator, with Yi Lao's abilities, he will definitely be able to escort Qingyu out unharmed.

As long as they can escape unharmed, Qingyu's bloodline token is enough to get the royal family to intervene. Under the royal family's authority, the fate of the world can be decided!

Therefore, even if it requires sacrificing most of their interests and returning to the royal family, they would do so without hesitation.

He lived for 1,500 years and ruled over Bicang for over a thousand years. People have long forgotten that the true will of this princely succession is in the hands of the royal family.

Bloodline inheritance, the decision lies not in Bi Cang, but in

Imperial Capital!

"Yes, it is possible, it definitely is possible."

Prince Bi Cang's thoughts raced through his mind like a revolving lantern. He kept browsing through the information that piqued his interest, trying to revive the last vestiges of his clarity in order to cope with the soul being devoured and his consciousness gradually fading.

"Your Highness! You've grown old."

Baosha Sanren's eyes were sunken, his pupils overflowing with golden-gray, and he came with a soul-stirring sound.

"His speed isn't what it used to be."

Husha!

Baosha Sanren moved like a flying sandstorm, surrounded by swirling yellow sand, rapidly approaching Prince Bicang from afar.

In just half a breath, the distance gap gained by the self-destructing treasure had been erased.

Even though half a breath is enough for a Celestial cultivator to fly a great distance, such a short time still speaks volumes about the decline and decay of the Azure Cang County King.

Is it over yet?

Prince Bi Cang was in a daze, his senses were blurred and unclear.

He has reached his limit.

The azure poison, the secret technique erupted, the soul was devoured, the body decayed, and life was extinguished.

If it weren't for his strong will, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.

Husha!

Baosha Sanren arrived with great fanfare in the blink of an eye.

"Your Highness, it's time to end this!"

The vast expanse of yellow sand transformed into giant pillars, coiling like a dragon, sweeping towards the Prince of Bi Cang.

Looking at the precarious, fragmented azure light, Baosha Sanren smiled with delight, his rough bald head appearing even more profound against the yellow sand.

At this moment, their burning ambition reached its zenith.

The land of Bi Cang is about to welcome a new master.

At that moment, a clear, sharp shout came from the horizon.

The sound was soft, yet it had the force of thunder.

"Who dares to act so presumptuously in my Bicang territory!"

Whoosh!

A terrifying shockwave, like divine punishment, descended from the sky. The clouds trembled as if the universe itself were in turmoil. The swirling, sweeping dragon-shaped sand pillar crumbled instantly like rotten wood, turning into grains of yellow sand that shattered the sky.

The sky was filled with yellow sand, a sight that seemed to startle and frighten, its force obscuring the sun and clouds, but it vanished like smoke in the blink of an eye.

A massive sandstorm erupted, revealing a clear and bright sky over the entire universe. (End of Chapter)