"You brat, don't get cocky! Our Maha Ancient Clan has existed in the Great Thousand World for millions of years! What qualifications do you have to act so arrogantly before us!" After being thoroughly mocked by Xiao Yan, Maha Tian's expression turned especially grim.
Before taking action, he had spoken with great confidence, as if suppressing Xiao Yan was no more difficult than lifting a hand. Yet in the clash, he not only failed to gain the upper hand, but was beaten into a miserable state under the gaze of countless onlookers. That vast contrast left the prideful Maha Tian struggling to accept reality—especially since Xiao Yan's taunts were not aimed solely at him, but at the entire Maha Ancient Clan.
"Maha Clan Leader, do you know which creatures in this world love boasting about their age the most? Turtles. Judging by that logic, your whole clan must be a bunch of reincarnated turtles. Otherwise, why would you keep babbling about your so-called million-year legacy?" Xiao Yan shook his head with disdain.
"You!"
Such venomous words made the spectators wipe cold sweat from their foreheads. This Flame Emperor wasn't just monstrously powerful—his tongue was just as lethal. Many imagined themselves in Maha Tian's shoes and concluded they would've already spat blood in rage.
Seeing Maha Tian's expression grow darker, Xiao Yan struck again with merciless sarcasm. "Come to think of it, your Maha Ancient Clan really is a bunch of trash. After all these years, not a single one of you managed to reach beyond the Heavenly Sovereign level. If it were me, I'd have bashed my head in with tofu out of shame. Yet you're actually proud of that?"
"You will pay the price for your words!" Maha Tian wiped the blood from his lips, eyes dark and voice low. Then, he bit his tongue and spat out another mouthful of blood. At the same time, the enormous black-and-white projection behind him opened its mouth and exhaled a stream of black-and-white energy that merged with the blood, forming a swirling cloud in the sky.
The ominous cloud churned and rolled overhead, with black-and-white light wildly condensing within it. A dreadful aura radiated from it—an aura capable of annihilating heaven and earth. Faintly, one could see a massive black-and-white tornado taking shape within the storm. When the spectators saw this, many gasped in astonishment. Those who recognized it exclaimed, "That's… Maha Limitless Tribulation! One of the Thirty-Six Peerless Divine Arts!"
Even Qing Yanjing's eyes showed a hint of worry. Although she knew Xiao Yan had his own Peerless Divine Art, the one Maha Tian was using wasn't ordinary—it originated from the same source as the Maha Limitless Body. If utilized through that avatar, its power would be magnified considerably. Even with the Eightfold Pagoda, she feared Xiao Yan might struggle to block it.
"Go to hell!" Maha Tian roared. The black-and-white tornado surged like a furious dragon, sweeping toward Xiao Yan. Everything in its path turned to ash. Judging from its momentum, even a mid-stage Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign might be instantly obliterated if caught within.
"A Peerless Divine Art, huh? You think you're the only one with that?" Facing the oncoming black-and-white storm, Xiao Yan formed a series of hand seals. Boundless spiritual energy erupted, coalescing in the sky into a towering crystal pagoda. Around it floated eight ferocious demonic statues, exuding endless murderous aura.
"That's… the Eightfold Pagoda? How does he know that divine art?" Maha Tian was visibly shocked. He recognized the technique—it was the Maha Ancient Clan's counterpart, the Buddha Clan's ultimate art, supposedly lost to time. How was this man using it?
He couldn't imagine that Qing Yanjing had just recently retrieved the Eightfold Pagoda from the Ancient Sacred Abyss. Nor could he fathom that Xiao Yan had managed to master it in such a short time. Naturally, he assumed the Buddha Clan had been lying and secretly kept the technique all along—a cunning deception!
"Eightfold Pagoda—Buddha's Wrathful Divine Beam!" Xiao Yan gently pointed forward. Instantly, the eight demon statues mirrored his movement, raising one finger each. Crimson beams burst forth, converging into a single thumb-sized ray that shot toward the black-and-white tornado like a bolt of judgment.
"Damn it! So the Buddha Clan were hiding this!" Maha Tian cursed internally. His expression twisted in fury as he growled, "Even enhanced by my Sovereign Body, even with my superior cultivation, you think your Eightfold Pagoda can overcome my Maha Limitless Tribulation?"
Under countless eyes, the crimson beam clashed against the black-and-white vortex. At the moment of impact, the sky split apart. The collision unleashed an energy wave so vast that even Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns watching from afar felt a chill down their spines. Everything within a million-li radius collapsed into nothingness.
"So this is a battle between Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns… terrifying…" Many onlookers shivered. Thank heavens they were observing from a distance. If they were any closer, they would've been annihilated by the mere aftershock.
"It looks like a victor is about to emerge!"
Within the whirlwind, furious lightning rampaged, attempting to shred the divine beam apart. But the crimson beam—condensed by the Eightfold Pagoda—was not so easily broken. Under its relentless corrosion, the tornado began to crumble at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, before the horrified eyes of all present, it completely detonated.
"Impossible!" Maha Tian cried out in disbelief. He couldn't accept it. Even with his superior cultivation and using the Maha Limitless Body to augment the divine art, it had been overwhelmed and destroyed.
In truth, if it were an ordinary Eightfold Pagoda, even one cast by the Buddha Ancestor himself, it wouldn't have overpowered a superior technique from a higher-realm foe. But the materials Xiao Yan used to craft his Eightfold Pagoda were superior even to Maha Tian's own core. Its destructive potential was in a class of its own.
After all, even the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor—who rivaled late-stage Saint-grade power—had once been injured by this very technique. Maha Tian, who was merely a mid-stage Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign, could not hope to match it. And besides, Xiao Yan was no longer temporarily elevated by Sky Ascension. His true cultivation now stood among the Saint-grade elite. Defeating Maha Tian was no longer a challenge.
Xiao Yan's gaze was icy as he raised his hand. The Eightfold Pagoda trembled with killing intent.
"This ends now."
(End of Chapter)
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