I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1116 - 1117 Yitilou Ten Paths of the Heavens
Chapter 1116: Chapter 1117: Yitilou, Ten Paths of the Heavens!
Chapter 1116: Chapter 1117: Yitilou, Ten Paths of the Heavens!
“Crack!”
A crisp sound.
The long knife was bitten off as easily as a chunk of tofu. Yitilou chewed a few times and then, disregarding everyone else, swallowed the corner of the knife, a look of enjoyment appearing on his face as if he had encountered a delicious delicacy.
“Clang!”
Seeing this scene, the wrist of the Sea Clan elder involuntarily trembled, the long knife dropped to the ground, and he staggered a few steps backward, his eyes filled with intense fear.
What did he see?
A human, right in front of him, not only broke his Half-Saint Weapon with a bite but also swallowed it whole?
Ten Paths of the Heavens?
What Cultivation Technique is this?
What cultivation level is this?
Was this really a physically frail human race cultivator?
“Don’t waste it. Although a Half-Holy Level weapon is junk food, I haven’t eaten in a long time; it might just supplement what’s missing.”
Yitilou said cheerfully, bending down to pick up the long knife and began to nibble it as if no one was there.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”
The long knife, being sentient and of Half-Holy level, sensed danger. It tried to escape, bursting out with terrifying sharpness, attempting to break free and return to its original owner.
However, Yitilou’s palm was too tough; the blade’s sharpness couldn’t even scratch his skin.
“This little food even has a temper? Behave yourself.”
Yitilou frowned, exerted slight pressure with his hand, and with a “crack”, the long knife snapped in response, losing its sentience and completely turning into a lifeless object.
“Crunch, crunch!”
Opening his mouth wide, revealing big yellow teeth, he began to eat heartily. In no time, the entire long knife had turned into his meal.
“This knife is unsatisfying. What other treasures do you have? Bring them all out!”
Yitilou said somewhat discontentedly.
“What… what kind of person are you…”
“How did you do this, are you still human?”
The Sea Clan elder asked, tremblingly. His voice was shaky. He was the first to witness this old man’s terror. The opponent had not yet truly made a move, but he was already scared out of his wits. The opponent’s body was impervious to his attacks and even used his weapon as food, resembling a terrifying fierce beast in a flood!
“Look at what you’re saying. Of course, I am a human. The human race ‘Embraces all and Harmony governing’, able to contain everything. The human bloodline is supreme among all races, brother, although you are twelve years older than me in appearance, you have yet to comprehend this truth!”
Yitilou, with his hands behind his back, spoke indifferently, detached, lonely at the top.
Everyone who saw this was dumbfounded, their minds filled with shock and awe. Was this even human?
The weapon used by a Half-Saint, you just chewed it up and ate it?
What kind of physical body is this?
What kind of cultivation level is this?
“I must be seeing things, he ate that Sea Clan cultivator’s weapon!”
“Is this elder really human? Could he be a demon of the Demon Race in disguise?”
“No matter what race, who has the ability to swallow a Half-Saint Weapon whole?”
“Who exactly is this elder, and does he not belong to any Super Sect?”
The prodigies regained their composure, shuddering involuntarily, terrified by the act of eating a weapon—a never-before-seen or heard-of method.
On the high platform.
The Island Master and the Great Elder were also full of astonishment, exchanging glances they simultaneously thought of a term.
“A Saint Realm Expert!”
“A previously unseen Saint Realm Expert has emerged!”
“From which power does this expert hail? A hidden sect? Why they have come is unknown.”
However, more than them, the one with the greatest reaction was the Second Elder, his old hands hidden in his sleeves clenched tightly, veins bulging, eyes fixated on the elder below: “Yitilou, I remember now, it’s him, the one locked in the Buddhist Pagoda!”
“The elder Yan Zuzi, who was with him, is also here!”
“They have come out!”
“Saint Realm experts from an era even earlier than the old Island Master!”
The Second Elder screamed in his heart. In an instant, he understood many things. No wonder the Buddha Country had been acting so strangely recently, their words elusive and evasive. He knew there must be a problem internally, but he had not expected it to be this kind of problem.
Two top-tier experts capable of founding their own legacies had escaped from the Buddhist Pagoda after being imprisoned for who knows how many years!
The Central Origin Realm was about to descend into chaos!
Atop the fighting stage, Yitilou was completely unaware that he had already been recognized. In his view, there should be no one who could recognize him. If we were to talk about seniority, he was much older than the ancestors of the cultivators present.
“Are we still fighting?”
“If you’re out of moves, then I might just have to warm up.”
Yitilou said indifferently.
“Junior just wasn’t careful for a moment and failed to recognize you, Elder. Your Cultivation Technique is unmatched in history, and your cultivation level is even more miraculous. It is Junior who is blind, please forgive me!”
“Junior is a Disciple of the Mangniu Lineage from the Sea Clan, and I hope the Elder can do me a favor!”
Cold sweat continuously streamed down the forehead of the elderly from the Sea Clan, as he had a vague guess about the cultivation level of the person in front of him.
“Hmm?”
“Weren’t you acting all arrogant just now? Why are you succumbing now?”
“Today, I am here to meet you, and if you do not make a move, then I will.”
Yitilou spoke indifferently, his invisible aura sweeping across, rolling towards the Sea Clan Elder; the space around quivered slightly, and the restrictions on the stage seemed about to shatter. However, the terrifying pressure was only perceivable by the Sea Clan Elder himself, as the surrounding disciples were completely baffled and still did not understand what was happening on stage.
“Great Strength Bloodline of the Magnificent Blue Bull!”
The Sea Clan Elder roared towards the heavens, his body swelled, and his clothes tore apart inch by inch, instantly transforming into a small giant several meters tall with two horns on his head and his body covered in hair.
“Roar!”
“Tighten up, whoo!”
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The hairy giant roared angrily, turned swiftly, and dashed towards the edge of the stage, transforming into a black phantom.
“Trying to leave?”
“That’s impossible; you are going to die here today!”
Yitilou’s smile vanished, and with one step, he instantly appeared beside the Sea Clan Elder: “It seems you look down upon the physical strength of human race cultivators. Today, I will execute you with mere mortal martial arts to prove that what I said earlier was not unnecessary!”
“This is making it difficult for my Mangniu Lineage!”
“If I die, the strong experts from the Sea Clan will thoroughly investigate this matter. If you let me go today, there will be great rewards in the future!”
The Sea Clan Elder’s pupils constricted, the familiar sensation again; it was like his opponent appeared right beside him, but he felt as if he was being dragged over. That moment made him feel disconnected from the surrounding space.
“Ha, if you survive today, what will I use to prove the potential of the human race’s physique?”
“Just stand still and let me punch you!”
“I will only use the basic skills of a mortal. If you can withstand it, I will let you go!”
“As a brave bull, you should not fear hardship!”
Yitilou reached out a hand and grabbed the mane of the Sea Clan Elder, forcefully dragging the small giant back to the center of the stage.
“I, damn it…”
The Sea Clan Elder was devastated, feeling utterly toyed with, which made him lose all face. To kill or to strike, why purposely drag him to the center of the stage?
Could this be the so-called ‘ensuring fairness in beating’?
“Fellow cultivators, watch closely. Human cultivators are not weak. A human is like a cup of water; if it is poured into alcohol, it becomes alcohol, and if it is poured into urine, it becomes urine. The path is chosen by oneself. It’s up to the individual whether they turn into waste or aged fine wine.”
“This boy actually said human cultivators are weak; that’s utter nonsense, a stench that fills the air, unbearable to smell. Today, I will obliterate him on this stage with a basic mortal punch to demonstrate the might of our human race!”
Yitilou, holding the Sea Clan Elder with one hand and gesturing with the other, saliva flying everywhere, began to lecture the gathered talents.
The Sea Clan Elder realized that he was being used as a tool, placed at the center of the stage so everyone could see more clearly, a complete humiliation!
“Even a clay doll has a spark of anger; Elder, do not think you can do whatever you want just because you are highly cultivated!”
“Magnificent Blue Bull’s Great Strength Divine Ability!”
“Pinnacle of Strength!”
The Elder roared angrily, an invisible wave unfolded, a powerful and fierce aura swept through, and a gloomy, terrifying aura leaked from the stage’s restrictions, spreading anxiety among every cultivator present.
Domain Power!
This was the exclusive Domain Power of a Half-Saint Strong Expert!
“Suppress!”
The hard stone tiles on the stage showed signs of warping and deforming; within his gravity-based domain, the Sea Clan Elder could elevate gravity to a terrifying extent. Any ordinary cultivator who strayed into it would be flattened within a second or even crushed to death.
But this layer of gravity had absolutely no effect on Yitilou; he remained completely immobile, unaffected like nothing had happened.
He was completely dumbfounded, realizing that the being in front of him had not used any Immortal Yuan Power but managed to resist this tremendous force purely with his physical body—could the human physique truly be so formidable?
“Oh?”
“A gravity domain?”
“Not bad at all.”
Yitilou was quite pleased; he casually inserted the Sea Clan Elder headfirst into the stage and continued to speak to the gathered prodigies: “The environment here is already oppressive for ordinary cultivators. Under this gravity, I will not use any cultivation power and rely solely on physical strength to obliterate this Sea Clan Mangniu.”
“A smack, and it will be over quickly, please don’t blink!”
“Damn it, your aggression is too much!”
“Even a Saint Realm strong expert cannot humiliate my Sea Clan like this!”
The man shoved into the ground erupted in anger, his body hair turning bright red, ancient powers of the ages erupted, shattering the surrounding stones and breaking free.
But just at that moment, an ordinary, aged fist rapidly enlarged in his vision.
Yitilou stretched his muscles, wanting to prepare and give the youngsters a proper lesson, but unexpectedly the Sea Clan cultivator burst out directly, and the fist, extended in mid-air, hadn’t even started to exert force before colliding with the hairy Mangniu.
“Pfft!”
Without any warning, the top half of the small giant’s body was directly burst, turning into a cloud of blood mist and flesh debris scattering everywhere.
Staring at the remaining half-corpse of the small giant in front of him, Yitilou paused: “Crap, I wasn’t even ready yet!”
