Chapter 88: The Vajra Body Unleashes Its Fury

  "Even if Yang Yi is a genius, how can he possibly defeat Zhao Yuanhu? That's the difference between Congealed Blood Eightfold and Nine Drops of Pure Blood. It's like heaven and earth apart. How can nine drops of pure blood make up for the difference in cultivation?"

  "Hmph, how foolish. Yang Yi, as a peerless genius, would certainly know the danger of the Eightfold Blood Condensation, but since he knows and still issued a challenge, what does this imply? It implies that he must have a winning strategy, or else he wouldn't be so confident. I reckon Yang Yi's hand must hold some powerful artifact."

  "Hmph, a treasure? What do you think a treasure is? Is it a big white radish? Do you think Yang Yi is Ou Yangxin? Yang Yi definitely doesn't have a treasure. If he did, he would have used it in the Hu Long competition and probably would have been a disciple of Tian Gong by now. When he first came, he was a disciple of Di Gong. At that time, the disciples of Tian Gong were Ou Yangxin and Zhang Song. Yang Yi definitely doesn't have a treasure.

  This time, he's just temporarily angry. Wu Tian Ge and Liu Qing Yun are both close to Yang Yi, seeing their friend being beaten like that, who wouldn't be furious? Not to mention Yang Yi is such a genius! However, this time he's destined to hit a wall. Let Zhao Yuan Hu teach Yang Yi a lesson, let him know the immensity of heaven and earth."

  "Nonsense, Yang Yi must have a way, he will definitely win..."

  These monks, some supported Zhao Yuanhu, while others supported Yang Yi. The two sides argued with each other, and the situation seemed to be on the verge of a full-scale martial arts showdown.

  Yang Yi in the distance did not expect that he still had supporters, and it seemed that there were quite a few of them.

  "Whoosh"

  "Whoosh"

  The time has arrived, and Yang Yi and Zhao Yu Hu have both flown onto the乾坤台, standing facing each other, their faces expressionless. The disciples below who were arguing also stopped shouting, even their breathing became lighter, all of them staring intently at the two people above.

  Actually, a large part of the people are here to see Yang Yi, after all, he has condensed nine drops of essence blood, which is something that has never happened in tens of thousands of years, and only exists in legend. They also want to see if Yang Yi is like those legendary geniuses who have condensed nine drops of essence blood, possessing unimaginable power.

  Yang Yi had also carefully examined the nine drops of essence he condensed, wondering what use they had, and this led him to discover something strange.

  In the past, when condensing seven or eight drops of essence blood, all the essence blood was scattered and arranged in a disorderly manner. At first glance, there seemed to be no rules, but since the ninth drop of essence blood condensed, the nine drops of essence blood in the heart unexpectedly formed a circle, as if there was some kind of mysterious connection between them.

  It's not just that, these nine drops of essence are like a general, the golden elixir of the hundred battles in heaven, condensed into thirty-six drops of essence, which surprisingly all formed a circle, with nine drops as one circle, and another circle inside the heart, all within the original nine drops of essence.

  Such an arrangement, at a glance, it's clear that it's not simple. Forty-five drops of essence blood, with a total of five circles, and with the heartbeat, once it bursts out, these forty-five drops of essence blood seem to be instantly connected together, bursting out unimaginable power.

  Even Yang Yi had a faint feeling that he could melt the Golden Elixir of Baitian so smoothly, and suddenly condense 36 drops of essence blood again. In fact, it was all related to these nine drops of essence blood. If not for these nine drops of essence blood, Yang Yi was unclear whether he could still melt the Golden Elixir smoothly and condense out so much essence blood.

  Of course, all of this doesn't matter now. The blood in Yang's body was circulating lightly, his eyes were like an eagle's, staring at Zhao Yuantu in front of him.

  "To stand firm in the Huálóng Palace, start from now on, starting with Zhao Yuántú, not only must defeat him, but also defeat him in the shortest time, in the most shocking way!"

  Yang Yikuo's move was not just about avenging Wu Tianpeng, but also about establishing a foothold for himself in the Huálóng Palace. Only by defeating Zhao Yuantu with the most shocking means could he prevent similar incidents from happening to Wu Tianpeng again. This is the difference between big and small characters - sometimes you need to be high-profile and showy.

  Zhang Song was also below the stage, his eyes revealing a venomous gaze. The person who used to be on par with him had become someone who could challenge the Eightfold Seal of Blood Congealation and was now the focus of the entire Huálóng Palace. This made Zhang Song's inner jealousy almost go mad.

  "Yang Yi, you must die, and die miserably, you must die!" Zhang Song was maliciously cursing in his heart, but this was not a witch's curse technique, it had no effect at all.

  "Alright, time's up, settle this quickly!" Yang Yi Yun's calm and gentle tone thoroughly enraged Zhao Yuan Hu.

  "Fine, fine, fine! Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish."

  "Hum"

  Zhao Yu Hu's hand suddenly flashed out a sharp sword light, like a ray of light, everyone's eyes couldn't see clearly, only feeling the endless sharpness, and slashed towards Yang Yi heavily.

  Yang's eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity, and he muttered: "Dìguāng jiàn, top-grade artifact, Zhao Yuánlóng indeed lent you this artifact. But do you think you've won? How naive, let me show you my true strength - Golden Body!"

  Boom

  Yang Yi's body immediately shot out a ray of golden light, and a strong pressure quickly descended upon everyone.

  Scoff

  That swift sword light slashed heavily onto Yang Yi's body, the power brought by the high-grade artifact was truly not trivial. Yang Yi's clothes were instantly cut open, revealing his body that shone with golden light inside, as well as the mid-grade artifact, Bì Yún Jiǎ (Emerald Cloud Armor), which was stuck to his skin.

  "One swift sword strike, and it's all over!"

  Zhao Yuanhu smiled ferociously, and struck out with another sword. This sword seemed like a shooting star, and the sky instantly darkened as if only this one ray of sword light was shining brightly, covering up all other lights.

  This sword can split a mountain peak in two, the might of a top-grade artifact is unimaginable.

  "Adamantine, suppress!"

  Yang Yi let out a loud roar, and everyone felt the ground shake slightly, as if something infinitely heavy had slammed into the earth like a great mountain. The golden light on Yang Yi's body grew even more intense, this was the Vajra Body, the foundation of the Witch Clan's cultivation.

  "Ding"

  Everyone was shocked, this sword was like chopping on an infinitely hard fine steel, and even Yang Yi's flesh and blood couldn't penetrate it.

  Yang Yi was secretly delighted, thinking to himself: Indeed, once the Vajra Body is fully formed, unless it's a treasure or a high-ranking expert in transformation, it would be absolutely impossible to destroy the Vajra Body.

  Yang Yi single-handedly blocked the Diguang Sword with his physical body, and some of the disciples were so frightened that they almost jumped up, and they simply didn't dare to believe it.