Chapter Fifty-Seven: Strength is Supreme

  In this one-hundred-thousandth of a second, countless thoughts had flashed through Yang Yi's mind.

  "Nine in a row!"

  Yang instantly drew out the Moonfall Bow, nocked an arrow and shot it at the fastest speed.

  "Whoosh"

  Nine sharp arrows formed a row, like a giant python flying towards Bai Pojun.

  "A minor skill, let me break it!"

  The White Army's military might was unparalleled, with a single palm strike sending a powerful gust of wind that shattered the nine sharp arrows into dust. The condensed blood of the Ninefold Strong was unimaginably formidable.

  Yang Yi didn't slack off either, after shooting out nine long arrows, his fingers instantly dripped with twenty drops of fresh blood, and his face also turned pale in an instant. In the four-sided mirror, he had already used a lot of fresh blood, now using it again, even Yang Yi could hardly bear it.

  Twenty drops of fresh blood flew out instantly and transformed into a powerful binding force that wrapped around Bai Wudi.

  "Haha, binding technique? Even a hundred fierce winds can't tie me down, let alone you?"

  Bai Pojun's body didn't change in the slightest, and Yang Yi clearly saw that just as the binding force was about to reach Bai Pojun's body, it was shattered by his powerful bloodline.

  Yang Yi gritted his teeth and shouted: "Floating Light Flashing Shadow, Nine Palaces Illusory Shadow!"

  "Whoosh"

  Yang Yi's body suddenly turned into four, and like a flowing light, shot out in all directions.

  Bai Pojun's eyes finally showed a flicker of uncertainty, the Nine Palaces Illusion was a Xian-grade martial skill, and Yang Yi could only bring out a bit of its superficial power, but even this superficial power was far beyond what Bai Wudi could see through, so he couldn't tell which of the four illusions was real and which was fake.

  However, Bai Pojun's strength was indeed powerful, and his speed was even more terrifyingly fast. He shouted loudly: "Thousandfold Hand!"

  "Humming"

  This is an advanced martial art, Yang Yi saw Bai Yi perform it before, but the Thousand Layered Hand performed by Bai Yi and the one performed by Bai Pojun now are simply worlds apart. An advanced martial art can only be fully utilized by a cultivator who has reached the realm of Bai Pojun.

  For a moment, it was as if there were really thousands of hands in the entire void.

  "Bang bang bang bang"

  Four muffled thuds, Yang Yi's four bodies were all hit by a palm, the remaining three phantoms had disappeared, Yang Yi was greatly shocked in his heart, his internal organs had been damaged, if he wasn't wearing Bai Yi's Azure Cloud Armor, he would probably be dead.

  The sky was filled with the shadows of palms, and the horror of Bai Pojun's broken army could be seen at a glance.

  Bai Pojun also saw the Azure Cloud Armor on Yang's body, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent, his face twisted in a mad smile as he said: "Azure Cloud Armor, you dare to wear the Azure Cloud Armor? I will tear you apart and make you pay for what happened to Yi'er!"

  Yang Yi no longer had the strength to resist, and he was thinking about whether to use his inner energy to cast a binding spell. However, this method would be mutually destructive, and Yang Yi would not use it unless absolutely necessary at the last moment. Because once the inner energy is lost, it is extremely difficult to re-condense, and the last time he had only lost a drop of inner energy, it took the inner energy of hundreds of top masters to recover.

  But Bai Pojun's army was closing in step by step, and Yang Yi had no way to retreat. Essence and blood were important, a symbol of power, but they couldn't compare to one's own life. With life, there would be everything.

  Just then, the master of disguise Yang Yiqi had been waiting for finally arrived.

  "Daring White Tiger, how dare you start a fight in Huálóng City? Stop at once!" Lei Tiān Míng rushed over at top speed, shouting loudly.

  Bai Pojun glanced at Lei Tianming, whose body was radiating an even more intense killing aura, as if he had gone mad. He shouted: "Lord Lei, Yang Yi killed Yier, and now he must die!"

  Boom

  Bai Pojun ignored Lei Tianming and went straight to Yang Yihong.

  Lei Tianming's face was unpredictable, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the center of his brow, from which a small fire-red bird suddenly emerged. This was the Firebird, its sharp cry piercing through space as if it had flown directly in front of Bai Wudi.

  Boom

  A vigorous flame suddenly burst out from the Firebird, and Bai Pojun was greatly shocked. He hastily withdrew his hand, retreated several steps, and turned pale. At that moment, Lei Tianming's Bloodline True Origin had the ability to instantly kill Bai Wudi, but he didn't do so.

  "Bai Pojun, come on! Take down Bai Wudi! How dare you make a move in Huálóng City? The crime is unforgivable!"

  Lei Tianming glanced at Yang Yi, his eyes flickering with an unusual light, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Bai Pojun is the most promising existence among all the cave masters to achieve blood transformation."

  Yang's face was unpredictable, and Lei Tianming had already said so. If Yang still didn't understand, then he was an idiot.

  Anyone who dares to make a move in Huálóng City can be killed on the spot, and Bái Wúdí is not deterred by Léi Tiān Míng's obstruction and still wants to kill Yáng Yī. In this situation, Léi Tiān Míng has every reason and ability to easily kill Bái Pò Jūn, but he didn't.

  The reason is that Bai Pojun's bloodline has taken shape, and in this world where strength is respected, even the Huálóng Palace is no exception. A high-ranking transformation expert is extremely rare and should be protected with emphasis. Although Bai Pojun broke the rules, the Huálóng Palace would not kill a high-ranking expert who was about to transform because of it.

  Or put it this way, if Bai Pojun is a master of disguise, then killing Yang Yi would be no big deal, and nobody would dare to do anything to him, simply because he is too powerful.

  Rules are made to bind the weak.

  Yang Yi's mind flashed with many thoughts, although angry, but did not show it, struggled to get up, and bowed down to Lei Tianming: "Yang understands, thank you Mr. for saving!"

  Lei Tianming nodded in satisfaction, this Yang Yi was still quite sensible. However, for some reason, when Lei Tianming saw the cold eyes of Yang Yi, his heart couldn't help but stir up a hint of ripples, as if a chill was flowing through his chest.

  Lei Tianming hesitated slightly, but still said to Yang Yi: "Your injury is quite serious, I'm afraid tomorrow's game..."

  Yang's eyes were cold and he replied indifferently: "Yang understands!"

  Lei Tianming shook his head slightly and sighed, "Actually, you don't have to be so anxious. You're already in the top ten. Even if you participate in the actual combat, it's not certain that you'll enter the top two. The Heavenly Palace and Earthly Palace may have different treatments, but they are both key objects of cultivation for the Huolong Palace. Moreover, in the future, within the Huolong Palace, you will still have opportunities to impact the Heavenly Palace. This is where your true beginning as a genius starts!"

  Lei Tianming left, Yang Yi could tell with his toes that Bai Pojun wouldn't have any issues.

  Yang Yi's gaze drifted into the void, his mouth twitching slightly. One day, Bai Pojun would die at his hands.

  "Today's affair will be repaid tenfold tomorrow!" Yang's calm demeanor made it even more chilling.