Chapter 2301 - 2302: Slaying Dragon

Qian Kunzi has been cultivating for hundreds of years as a peerless great power; how could he suffer such a major loss?

He was furious, jumping up and down in anger.

"Yang Fei, you brat, I'll fight you to the end."

His Primordial Spirit Dragon, like lightning, charged directly at Yang Fei, showing no fear of the God-slaying Sword behind Yang Fei.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, put away the Sword of the Primordial Spirit, and with one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground, shouted loudly.

"Thunder, come."

In the overcast sky, dark clouds quickly gathered, like the wings of a Kunpeng hanging in the sky.

Azure lightning continually shot down from the sky, rapidly condensing in Yang Fei's palm.

In almost a few breaths' time, a giant hammer appeared in Yang Fei's palm.

The giant hammer sparkled with lightning, the blazing white light so intense that no one could open their eyes.

The Hammer of the Thunder God!

Seeing the giant dragon charging at him, Yang Fei stepped forward with a horse stance and swung his arms wide.

The Hammer of the Thunder God in his hand traced a powerful arc, landing directly on the head of the Primordial Spirit Dragon.

Bang!

The Primordial Spirit Dragon let out a miserable scream, its massive body rolling backwards, with half of its head blown off, a gory mess.

Immediately, the remaining Primordial Spirit Dragon turned into golden mist and finally returned to Qian Kunzi's body.

Qian Kunzi vomited a mouthful of blood with a cry.

The Primordial Spirit was the foundation of his being, the place where his soul resided.

This attack on the Primordial Spirit Dragon essentially cost Qian Kunzi half his life.

The Thunder God Hammer strike from Yang Fei was so dazzling that everyone watching was left in a daze, their mouths agape.

In Old Cat's live broadcast room, over a hundred thousand people were so excited they could hardly speak.

The comment section was filled with countless exclamation marks; even Old Cat forgot to host the broadcast, staring dumbfounded at Yang Fei.

Yanzi's mouth fell open slightly, and after a while, she jumped up, waving her fists.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yang Fei, the True Man, won, he is the true dragon-slaying hero."

This scene was too shocking, and everyone at the summit of Tianshan stared at Yang Fei, stunned, while a dead silence filled the place.

Only Yanzi's crisp, joyful shouts were vividly noticeable.

After a while, the summit of Tianshan suddenly erupted with noise, the gasps of amazement echoing simultaneously from countless people.

"So incredible, Yang Zhenren of Yinxue Tower truly deserves to be the world's number one."

"Yang Zhenren wields power across the world, unifying all directions."

"This kind of divine skill, even the great powers of the ancient cultivation world are no more impressive."

...

Listening to the crowd's discussion like a rising tide, Yang Fei deliberately walked step by step to Qian Kunzi.

Qian Kunzi had transformed from a man in his thirties into a white-haired old man over a hundred years old, his eyes vacant, on the verge of death.

However, Yang Fei knew this was just an illusion.

His Primordial Spirit was not completely annihilated, indicating that this old fellow still had the ability of the Qiankun Toss.

The Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei's body faintly issued a warning sound.

With each step Yang Fei took forward, the level of warning increased, forewarning of the danger that was Qian Kunzi ahead of him.

However, Yang Fei continued walking toward Qian Kunzi until he stood before him, coldly looking at him.

"Qian Kunzi, do you concede?"

Qian Kunzi's disheveled white hair hung over his forehead, revealing only half a blood-red pupil, sneering like a wild beast.

Qian Kunzi let out a bitter laugh, straightening his posture, smoothing back his white hair, faintly showing the elegant demeanor he had in his youth.

He said calmly, "As things stand, I must admit you're far stronger than I imagined."

"You're not from this dimension at all. Where exactly do you come from?"

Qian Kunzi, being old and shrewd, was keenly perceptive.

He could clearly see that the divine skills Yang Fei used could not have originated from the Earth Space of the Initial Law Era.

Whether it was the God-slaying Sword, the Thunder God Hammer, or the immensely powerful Bull Demon's Fist, all contained mystical Nine Realms Divine Power.

Otherwise, Yang Fei, at only the Early Stage of Core Formation as a cultivator, couldn't possibly break Qian Kunzi's Primordial Spirit Dragon.

Although his Primordial Spirit was condensed through the Kunlun Mountain Dragon Vein, not a true Primordial Spirit,

even that half-step Primordial Spirit shouldn't have been something Yang Fei could handle.

Yang Fei chuckled, looking lazily at Qian Kunzi, neither confirming nor denying.

"No need for more nonsense. You're a great power in your own right, so I'll spare your life."

"But, you must leave a Divine Thought on the Book of Life and Death."

Qian Kunzi's gaze was calm as a still ancient well, looking at Yang Fei indifferently.

"Oh?"

Yang Fei had no interest in further talking, as the Thunder God Hammer slowly took form in his palm once more.

"Of course, you could refuse, and I'll make sure both your form and spirit are extinguished today."

As he spoke, the enormous Thunder God Hammer appeared in Yang Fei's palm.

Lightning, like golden snakes, crackled wildly at the edges of the Thunder God Hammer.

Qian Kunzi let out a deep sigh, his face looking extremely composed.

"Perhaps there's a third way."

Saying this, his body suddenly transformed into a long rainbow and leapt directly off the cliff of Tianshan.

Yang Fei wasn't about to let him get away, unleashing thunder in the air as dozens of lightning bolts, like golden snakes, swept toward Qian Kunzi.

Boom!

Qian Kunzi's form was shattered by the Power of thunder and lightning in mid-air.

He was left with only the remnants of his Primordial Spirit Dragon, frantically fleeing towards the abyss below.

Wind and Fire Wings sprouted from under Yang Fei's arms, a golden light shooting from the Vertical Eye on his forehead, rapidly condensing into a azure gold longsword, measuring three feet, three inches, three fractions long.

The azure gold longsword emitted thousands of layers of sword light, slicing through the air towards Qian Kunzi's Primordial Spirit Dragon.

Qian Kunzi's Primordial Spirit Dragon was already on its last breath; another few strikes from Yang Fei would surely cause soul shattering.

However, at that moment, an invisible black barrier suddenly appeared in the void, shielding Qian Kunzi's Primordial Spirit Dragon.

Yang Fei's God-slaying Sword struck the black barrier as if hitting a solid iron wall, slightly damaging the Sword Edge.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qian Kunzi's remaining Primordial Spirit Dragon swiftly descended into the valley, disappearing without a trace.

As Yang Fei lifted his head, he saw a gigantic wheel appear in the void.

A pillar of black-and-white light shot from the wheel, just in time to block Yang Fei's path.

Yang Fei felt the power was immensely dense, faintly exuding a hint of compassion without intending harm, realizing quickly what it meant.

"So it turns out to be Brahma Venerable, you've come to challenge me as well."

There weren't many great masters on Earth Space capable of stopping Yang Fei.

The only strong cultivator practicing the Zen Heart Method was naturally Brahma Venerable.

The black clouds in the sky parted, revealing a mighty, imposing Godly Venerable.

His face was like iron, his eyes full of compassion.

Above his head was a Divine Wheel, with the Sun Wheel and Moon Wheel set together, appearing incredibly sacred.

Brahma Venerable sat cross-legged in the void, looking at Yang Fei indifferently.

"Yang Zhenren wields power across the world, truly your divine skills are astonishing, though your methods seem a bit too ruthless."

"I've had a century-long friendship with Taoist Priest Qian Kunzi, so when I see him in trouble, I can't just stand by and do nothing."

Yang Fei chuckled coldly.

"You're here to avenge your disciple, aren't you? Very well, let's settle all grievances here at the Heavenly Mountain Summit."