Supreme Violent Young Master

For some reason, Chen Yuyang felt that this world was becoming more and more similar to the Mortal World that he had not returned to for a long time. It was as if he could see the shadow of the Mortal World everywhere. Every step he took in the wasteland seemed to contain the shadows of Mortal World as the principles seemed to be the same.    

    

Sometimes, he couldn't help but feel that it was a little funny. In the face of such an offer, he suddenly thought of the Star Lord's most ridiculous line. Yes, a fist the size of a claypot. Regardless of whether it was Mortal World or prehistoric era, logic was never the largest thing in the world. In this world, the most powerful thing was still fists.    

    

Regardless of the development of the world or the progress of society, this seemed to be something that could never be changed.    

    

Mortal World worshipped the economic foundation that decided the superstructure. Although the words sounded nice, it was still a fist problem that was no different than Prehistoric Land. Only those at the top of the food chain would be able to smile proudly without being bullied. As for the others, no one would sympathize with them. Because they were weak.    

    

Looking at the raised sword in front of his coldly, Chen Yu Yan rubbed his palms together and looked at the raised sword in his hands that was in turmoil, Chen Yuyang still maintained his cold smile, as though his eyes could release a cold and gloomy sword light, aimed straight at his heart, causing her to be unable to resist at all.    

    

He had always been afraid of this master in terms of cultivation level, but from the looks of it now, it seemed that he wasn't afraid enough. Because he had never seen Chen Yuyang go berserk. If it was the angry Chen Yuyang, it would have been better, but at that moment, Chen Yuyang's entire body was releasing a suffocating cold aura. It was as if the sword had pierced into his bones, suppressing his ability to lift it. He didn't even have the qualifications to move.    

    

Only now did he finally understand the true meaning behind his words. In front of this Martial Uncle, everything seemed to be as intangible as the floating clouds. As long as he wanted to do something, he would do it. In this world, the only person who could do whatever he wanted and act as he pleased was probably the person in front of him. Even his teacher, Daofather Hong Jun, wasn't like him.    

    

To be able to use a single gaze to intimidate a saint and cause him to be unable to move, this level of cultivation and aura was something that was difficult to find throughout the prehistoric era. Yu Ji subconsciously shivered, his whole body involuntarily trembling. He didn't know what would happen next, nor did he know what would happen next.    

    

He had been planning for countless years, and it was flawless. If he suddenly died, he definitely wouldn't want to see this man angry, but what could he do against this man? If he did not accept his fate, he could only wait for death. Who knew if the legend of the saint's immortality would be a joke in the eyes of this uncle-master ?    

    

However, there was still a trace of hope in his heart, and using an incomparably sorrowful expression on his face, he looked at Chen Yuyang, hoping that this Junior Master would be able to get away from him, but the last bit of straw on the camel's body had already been pressed down. This would be the last straw that would be crushed to death, making him unable to breathe. Seeing the sudden appearance of these people, or more accurately speaking, these fellow disciples, they were all dead in their hearts.    

    

Sanqing, I, your father, am very calm. However, there is a trace of displeasure in the wrinkles on the corner of my eyes. It is a genuine displeasure. Yuan Chu was already much older than he was in the past, but he still had an unfriendly expression on his face. The most terrifying thing was Tongtian, the aura of slaughter throughout his body. The four Immortal Slaying Swords were faintly flickering behind his back. It was just a glance, but it caused him to feel the chilling cold of a blade and sword.    

    

Although they all had their own feelings, none of them expressed it out loud. Even Tongtian was only able to catch a glimpse before he arrived at the side of Kong Xuan. He looked with satisfaction at this heroic disciple of his and felt an indescribable pride in his body. Even though he knew that his teachings would never produce a freak like Kong Xuan, he was still in a good mood.    

    

Kong Xuan had already achieved a Dao Fruit that was beyond that of a saint and was not as old as he was in his childhood. However, Tong Tian subconsciously stroked his head and didn't say anything. He only smiled, his smile filled with his master's pride.    

    

Seeing that Kong Xuan was still as courteous as before, he bowed respectfully and said, "Kong Xuan greets second master, second master Sheng Yue Wujiang!"    

    

Without a doubt, Kong Xuan was the most arrogant disciple of Tongtian. Therefore, Tongtian's attitude towards him was different from all the other disciples. This point could be seen from the sword that was bestowed to him by Tong Tian back then. Perhaps in the near future, Kong Xuan would be in charge of Jinao Island.    

    

He patted Kong Xuan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Stand up!"    

    

Since the Three Purities Saint had come out from the Qingyang Island, then the other Saints naturally came out as well. Nuwa took the brunt of the attack. She narrowed her eyes, staring at the sword, but didn't say anything. At this moment, ZhenYuanzi and Hong Yun were even more worried about the monk called Ksitigarbha. Their eyes were filled with unspeakable worry as they stared at the descending golden light.    

    

However, Chen Yuyang did not seem to care about these people, he continued to stare coldly at the Quasi, and continued with the same question: "Quasi, have you seen the big pot sized fist before?"    

    

He didn't know why this Martial Uncle kept repeating this sentence, but it seemed like a hint. A psychological pressure was constantly accompanied by drops of fear dripping down from the top of his head. The robe was almost completely soaked, and even the purplish-gold crown on his head began to slowly fall off. The head of his bag was already exposed to the air.    

    

Standing with his hands behind his back, Chen Yuyang shot a glance at Ksitigarbha, who was still in the midst of comprehending principles, and no longer paid any more attention to him. "Quasi, as your Junior Master, today, I will teach you a lesson. Listen, it's very simple. Just four words! "    

    

After a pause, Chen Yuyang enunciated each word, "The law of the jungle!"    

    

"The prehistoric era is a time where the strong preyed on the weak. It is not wrong for you to think of six paths and the destiny of the prehistoric era. But one thing you have to understand is how much food you can eat when you are born and how big your fists are. "Don't be too greedy. You don't have such a big mouth or appetite. If you eat too much, you'll die from it."    

    

"With your current cultivation level, even if you were to give up the entire prehistoric land, you would still explode from this force. "Don't be superstitious about the immortal legend of the saint. It's just a myth!"    

    

Chen Yuyang said in a cold tone, these words were not only for everyone to hear, they were for all the other Sacred Masters present as well. It was just that everyone's understanding was different. It sounded like a deterrence, a intimidation, to Quintet, but to the others it sounded like an exposition of a different realm. It was incomparably precious.    

    

Just as Chen Yuyang was about to speak, a golden light that was as large as a thousand-year-old ancient tree suddenly descended, landing on Ksitigarbha's head. It was as if this buddhist Bodhisattva had finally found its own dao.    

    

Inside the Ghost Hell Region, many Ghost Clan members were kneeling on the ground, facing Ksitigarbha's place of enlightenment. Waves of cheers began spreading throughout the whole Six Paths of Samsara: "Bodhisattvas is merciful, Bodhisattva is merciful!"    

    

Yes, Ksitigarbha proved it, although it was not on the path of a saint, but it was right in front of Chen Yuyang's eyes, and he had found his own path. Chen Yuyang did not stop him. Even the many saints and would-be disciples were puzzled why this unfathomable Martial Uncle did not stop this conspiracy.    

    

Sometimes, Chen Yuyang also wanted this world to be fair. This was because Ksitigarbha had indeed sacrificed a lot for the Underworld. Although this was just a conspiracy, he had made a huge wish after all. He would not become Buddha if he resisted an oath. This thought was worthy of respect.    

    

So Chen Yuyang did not want to attack Ksitigarbha, at least he would not attack Ksitigarbha, who was in the midst of comprehending the Dao, because only after the golden light of virtue had descended, would Ksitigarbha truly understand his own path, where was the compassionate path! Therefore, Chen Yuyang simply did not want to interrupt the process of his meditation.    

    

However, in the eyes of the onlookers, he was deeply puzzled. Even Chu Feng felt a sense of excitement that was like a dream. He believed that he had been restrained by the Heavenly Dao against this senior uncle, so he did not dare to make a move. This couldn't help but allow him to see a sliver of an opportunity. The reason why the people at the top of the food chain were powerful was because they were fearless. However, the moment Chen Yuyang had something he was afraid of, the entire structure of the wasteland would change.    

    

The current him could not help but be ecstatic, but just because Chen Yuyang did not make a move, it did not mean that no one would. He rushed to the front of Ksitigarbha immediately, and due to Chen Yuyang's mental shock, he was unable to move at all. He could only watch and silently chanted in his heart: "South does not have Amitabha!"    

    

Prayer was a prayer after all, it could not change the cycle of destiny.    

    

With the power of Three Purities, he had joined forces to completely block the descending Dharmic powers from Ksitigarbha's body. He was not allowed to enter even a little bit. Everyone knew that this was the most critical moment. As long as this gold light landed on Ksitigarbha's body, no one could lay a hand on Ksitigarbha except for Teacher Hong Jun. Ksitigarbha! To receive karma from someone with great karmic virtue in the Heavenly Dao was to receive karma from the Heavenly Dao. The consequences would not be an easy one.    

    

This way, the buddhist faith could easily be deployed to the Six Paths of the Underworld. It could be said that the Light of Merit was the protection of the Six Paths of Buddha.    

    

The power of Three Purities was able to block the light for a moment, but not for long. After all, Hong Jun was the one who was activating the light on the other side, the Heavenly Dao. To use the power of Three Purities to block Daofather Hongjun was a bit of a stretch. A teacher was still a teacher, while a student was still a student. There was still an insurmountable gap between them.    

    

Not long after that, sweat started to form on my forehead as I started to struggle. The current situation was between Three Purities and Hong Jun, so there was no reason for them to win. On one side, Zhen Yuanzi and Redcloud glanced at each other. Two figures charged forward without hesitation, and even Nuwa charged forward.    

    

Six of the Heavenly Saints against his own teacher and his guide; this was indeed a pretty good drama.    

    

Chen Yuyang's face constantly revealed a self-deprecating smile. As he playfully played with the corner of his mouth, his sharp eyes continuously flashed with a curious light. He really wanted to know what kind of situation Hong Jun would face when he fought against his own disciple. However, Daofather truly was a Daofather. Although the six of them had battled against the golden light of the Heavenly Daos and had held the upper hand, they were still no match for Daofather Hong Jun. The six of them seemed to be suppressed to the point where they couldn't even breathe.