Chapter 532: Yuan Xia's Dominance

Yi Xing was enraged, his whole body burning like a small sun, erupting with crimson radiance that swept furiously into the high heavens. The entire world turned a blazing red, a scene of terrifying grandeur.

"You will be destroyed today!" Yi Xing's body blazed with light reaching the sky, crimson waves crashing in all directions, causing nearby great mountains to explode.

Murderous light surged in Yi Xing's eyes. As his foot struck the ground, cracks like spiderwebs spread across the void, and the space around him shattered.

Boom! His foot's power was terrifying, like a divine dragon splitting the sky, divine radiance like surging waves. Yang Tian was sent flying, coughing blood from the shock. His newly healed wounds split open again, and his precious bones hummed incessantly, enduring immense pain.

"I want you dead!" A massive hand descended, blotting out the sky, covering the heavens. Overwhelming palm force crushed down, surging and fierce, like a vast sea striking the sky, severing the clouds.

Bang! Yang Tian suffered a heavy blow. Just as he prepared to fight desperately, the bloodline that had long lain dormant within him stirred slightly, and the divine light in his eyes suddenly blazed brightly.

Vast stretches of forest were destroyed beyond recognition. Great mountains collapsed, rivers reversed their flow—a scene of doomsday.

Yang Tian bled all the way. He slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on Yi Xing, calm and unruffled, utterly serene.

"Let's see how much blood you have to shed." Yi Xing's gaze fell on Yang Tian as he walked through the void, advancing slowly, exuding a powerful aura.

Rumble! A heaven-covering palm descended, shaking the sky, unleashing supreme divine might, pressing heavily down on Yang Tian's head.

Yang Tian remained unmoved, watching the approaching palm. At that moment, a woman in white, like an immortal, suddenly swept across the sky. Her jade-like body radiated divine splendor, graceful and enchanting, as if a banished immortal had descended.

Yet her icy eyes gave one a sense of palpitation.

Her figure was stunning, graceful and lithe, with an indescribable ethereal aura. A white veil concealed her peerless countenance.

Now her jade finger pointed to the sky, and a trembling fluctuation burst forth violently!

Hummm! The heavens and earth shook violently. Terrifying pressure intertwined, erupting into skyward waves that split the sky, unleashing blinding divine light that soared into the heavens.

"Getting stronger!" Looking at the woman so close and the faint fragrance from her jade body, Yang Tian couldn't help but grin. Noticing this offensive force, he murmured inwardly.

The sky-covering palm shattered. As the dust and smoke cleared, Yi Xing's gaze immediately fell on the woman in white, and his face twisted abruptly.

"Holy Maiden, why are you here?" Though furious, Yi Xing quickly suppressed his anger, putting on a refined smile and speaking softly.

Hearing this, Yuan Xia did not reply. She lifted her delicate foot slightly, then slowly set it down.

A strange fluctuation arose, using the earth as a medium, instantly spreading through Yi Xing's entire body, overwhelmingly powerful.

Struck by terrifying force, Yi Xing's face darkened. He stomped the ground, causing the whole earth to rumble and a great abyss to appear, but his body was knocked back several steps.

"Damn it, she used full force!" Yi Xing was nearly mad, roaring inwardly. Was this woman willing to offend him for the sake of the lowest level of the cultivation world?

Yuan Xia seemed to read his thoughts, a faint, cold smile curling at the corner of her mouth. After three steps, the entire void was filled with terrifying fluctuations, and Yi Xing's body flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

"Such formidable footwork!" Yang Tian's heart trembled. This was an offensive that enveloped the entire void. Each step was incredibly fearsome, capable of trampling a great mountain!

"Nine Turns of the Untraceable!" Yi Xing's face was very ugly. This was a fearsome divine ability. He had once seen a peerless expert of Yuan Xia's clan take seven steps, nearly annihilating an entire domain—it was a supreme divine ability!

A terrible silence fell. Yi Xing wiped the blood from his mouth and bellowed, "Is this common chicken worth you making a move for?!"

Faced with Yi Xing's质问, Yuan Xia's lips curled into a tempting cold smile. She said lightly, "If he is a common chicken, you are not even worth a common chicken!"

Indeed, though the White-clothed Supreme was but a wisp of revived remnant soul, his power was absolutely heaven-defying. Even a peerless expert like the Fire Ancestor treated him with utmost respect.

If one thought Yang Tian had no backing, they were utterly mistaken. The White-clothed Supreme was an extraordinary figure; even as a remnant soul, he was a being capable of suppressing myriad domains!

"You...!" Yi Xing nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood, his whole body trembling. He shouted, "Don't forget you need something from me. You'd better not interfere in my affairs with him!"

Yang Tian couldn't help but be stunned. He hadn't expected Yuan Xia to say such a thing—it was truly rare.

"Damn it, Fatty hates seeing pretty boys like you!" At that moment, a crystalline, radiant large bone suddenly appeared in the void, smashing toward the back of Yi Xing's head.

"You're asking for death!" Yi Xing roared in fury. His hand pressed backward, striking the large bone with a clang. Yi Xing's body twisted involuntarily, and his bones nearly exploded.

Caught off guard, he was almost knocked out by Fatty. Fatty, emboldened, swung the bone at his arm.

"Get lost!" Yi Xing, enraged, struck out with surging palm force, instantly knocking away the large bone. His black hair lashed the sky as he struck through the void.

"Pretty boy, not bad." Fatty, looking sly, crossed the void and appeared before Yang Tian, laughing heartily.

Yi Xing's face was extremely cold. Killing Yang Tian now was truly as difficult as reaching the heavens. His eyes fell on Fatty, flickering with uncertainty. This figure carried a peculiar aura, very strange.

"Pretty boy, where did you steal the Yin-Yang Mystic Art from?" Fatty was very frustrated. This Yin-Yang Mystic Art was their clan's supreme art—how could it have fallen into an outsider's hands?

"Yin-Yang Mystic Art?... Yin-Yang Dao..." Hearing this, Yi Xing's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and a flicker of fervor appeared. This person was likely the one who had used the Starry Divine Eye.

"Eh?" Yuan Xia also let out a soft exclamation. The Heavenly Secrets Sect had been passed down since ancient times, with profound foundations. Its influence in the Central Region even surpassed the Alchemy Alliance—it was very formidable.

She could not discern Fatty's origins at all; he could even be called mysterious, appearing suddenly and clearly not a simple character.

"Damn it, Fatty's asking you a question! Where did you steal it from!" Fatty was ferocious. Their clan's divine ability must never fall into the hands of outsiders.

However, to the surprise of Yang Tian and the other two, Yi Xing was actually fleeing. His expression was gloomy yet ecstatic.

"Why is he running?" Fatty scratched his messy hair and couldn't help asking. Yang Tian was also bewildered.

"How did you know he practices the Yin-Yang Mystic Art?" Yuan Xia furrowed her delicate brows and said softly, "Their clan cultivates the Yin-Yang Dao, not the Yin-Yang Mystic Art?"

"No wonder it seemed incomplete—it's not the Yin-Yang Mystic Art..." Hearing this, Fatty looked as if he suddenly understood. Then, somewhat darkly, he muttered, "It must be that someone stole the technique and it spread outside."

Yuan Xia looked at Fatty differently. The Heavenly Secrets Sect had been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, always the most mysterious sect. Were their techniques stolen?

"Do you know the complete technique?" Yuan Xia asked tentatively, somewhat incredulous.

"Of course. Though I haven't cultivated that great art, I've studied it. That pretty boy's version is incomplete, as if something is missing?" Fatty said absently, stroking his chin.

"Then what do you practice?" Yang Tian patted Fatty's shoulder and asked, "Don't you practice it too?"

"Hmm, I cultivate the Starry Mystic Art, which is nothing like the Yin-Yang Mystic Art." Fatty grinned, looking cocky, and laughed heartily.

Yang Tian clenched his fist slightly, then turned to look at the figure that had been avoiding his gaze. His calm, unruffled eyes rippled faintly. His throat moved, but he didn't know what to say.

Caught by that gaze, Yuan Xia's bright eyes flickered with divine radiance. She lowered her eyelids, hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "You... are your injuries all right?"

Hearing this soft voice, Yang Tian immediately patted his chest and grinned, "I'm fine, perfectly fine. Thank you just now."

Sensing the joy in Yang Tian's eyes, Yuan Xia's body stiffened slightly. She smoothed the hair on her shoulder and turned her head slightly away.