Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

Chapter 1212: Chapter 1198: Battle of the Holy Sovereign

"Take a hit from my stool!"

Fang Qingyun swung the stool in his hand.

What appeared to be an ordinary stool was actually a sacred weapon, shadowing Zhao Heng, and with a resounding thud, it heavily slammed onto his body.

A ripple in space, visible to the naked eye, surged out in all directions.

Circle after circle of spatial ripples layered upon one another.

The storm it stirred up uprooted the village gate entirely, tossing it into the air, while the ground beneath the two men’s feet collapsed with a rumble, cracks spreading across the surface.

As it spread in all directions,

the ground continued to collapse and sink, simultaneously dragging the ancient village’s buildings into the earth.

Screams and cries of shock echoed from within the village.

"Not good!"

Fang Qingyun’s expression changed sharply, and with a wave of his hand, the entire village seemed to freeze.

There were countless invisible hands, protecting the villagers one by one.

Transporting them hundreds of miles away.

Swish!

Fang Qingyun, holding the stool, stepped back, distancing himself from Zhao Heng, and coldly said, "Do you dare to fight me in the heavens?"

The power of a Sacred Venerate expert was truly overwhelming.

At any moment, it could cause the world to collapse, possessing a power to destroy heaven and earth.

If the battle took place in the Qingtian Realm, the aftershocks between two Sacred Venerates could collapse an entire state. Although this was the Mysterious Realm, its space was much more stable and powerful than the Qingtian Realm,

it still could not withstand the battle of Sacred Venerate experts.

Especially not a life-and-death struggle!

Fang Qingyun was unwilling to cause living beings to suffer sacrifices, and was particularly worried about their fight destroying the clan lineage hidden within the secret realm of Star Picking Peak.

However...

Zhao Heng merely sneered, with a face full of disdain, "What’s there to fear? Could it be that you, the former great elder of the Tiance Clan, can’t even perfectly control your own power?"

"Madman..."

Fang Qingyun cursed under his breath.

The Martial Clan revered martial prowess.

They respected strength!

They revered power!

But...

They never upheld martial ethics!

According to those in the Martial Clan, what is martial ethics? It’s just an excuse to plead for mercy when one can’t win against others!

Look at the conduct of these Martial Clan people...

He was eager to fight below the Star Picking Peak, where a moment of carelessness could directly push it over, and, in the process, destroy the Tiance Clan’s lineage. What could be better?

Fang Qingyun’s face turned ashen, gritting his teeth in anger, "I’ve never seen such a shameless Sacred Venerate expert. Your Martial Clan has once again redefined the depths of shamelessness I’m familiar with!"

"Shameless? Humph, since ancient times, the victors rule; as long as I win, I’m the champion. Who dares to call me shameless?"

Zhao Heng snorted coldly.

He took a sudden step forward, and an ear-splitting sound of tearing through the air was heard.

In an instant.

A giant foot emerged above, stamping down towards Fang Qingyun.

Crippled Sky Leg!

One of the top ten leg techniques of the Martial Clan.

This technique gathered the power of heaven and earth beneath the foot, and with one step, it was as if a mountain was plummeting down.

Powerful and unstoppable.

Irresistible!

"Nail it down!"

Fang Qingyun clapped his hands on the stool, and nails of energy, formed from the concentrated power of heaven and earth, emerged on the surface of the stool.

The surface of the stool immediately resembled a porcupine.

Fang Qingyun hurled the stool and raised both hands together, propping up the gigantic stool that now expanded like a huge canopy. Just as a resounding bang was heard, the giant foot came crashing down onto the stool.

The stool’s nails were stained with fresh blood.

A scream pierced the air.

Zhao Heng’s figure staggered back, and the large foot began to shrink. By the time Zhao Heng fell to the ground, his right leg had returned to its normal size.

However, the foot was a vivid red, blood flowing incessantly.

"When you’re down, I’m taking you out!"

Fang Qingyun charged up with the stool in hand.

He swung the stool, which radiated golden light, repeatedly striking Zhao Heng.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The heavy blows echoed continuously, with each hit carrying the power to collapse the heavens and the earth.

This Zhao Heng was indeed a practitioner of the path of bodily refinement.

His physical body was as strong as a sacred weapon.

Even after being battered so ferociously by Fang Qingyun, he showed no sign of defeat. Instead, he seized the opportunity to strike back fiercely, his arms like dragons, firmly gripping the stool.

"Not good!"

Fang Qingyun’s expression changed dramatically, the power of heaven and earth surged around him.

Unfortunately...

Zhao Heng was even faster!

Boom!

Zhao Heng held the stool tightly, spinning like a top, wrenching the sacred stool from Fang Qingyun’s grasp, and delivered a sharp kick with both legs.

Bam! Bam!

The two kicks landed squarely on Fang Qingyun.

Forcing Fang Qingyun to fly into the air.

"Restraining Domain!"

Zhao Heng pressed his advantage, giving Fang Qingyun no chance to catch his breath.

The power of heaven and earth coalesced around him, forming a massive domain.

Within this domain.

Chains formed from the power of heaven and earth shot out automatically, clanking loudly as they bound Fang Qingyun’s hands and feet, and his body.

In this domain, Fang Qingyun was like a mummified prisoner, unable to move.

Zhao Heng, head pointing downward, feet whirling like a cyclone, pummeled Fang Qingyun.

Thunderous booms echoed.

Each attack forced Fang Qingyun to spit out a mouthful of blood.

If not for having already undergone the baptism of heaven and earth, possessing a tremendously robust vitality, in such a violent assault, Fang Qingyun would have been beaten to death by Zhao Heng.

However...

Even though Fang Qingyun was a dignified Sacred Venerate expert, with an incredibly strong physical body, he was gravely injured under such an assault.

"Get down!"

Zhao Heng roared, seizing the stool with both hands.

The entire stool radiated golden light intensely.

It transformed into a massive golden stool as large as a mountain, and with Zhao Heng’s fierce swing, it whooshed with a loud noise as it was driven mercilessly toward Fang Qingyun’s head.

"Not good..."

Fang Qingyun’s expression changed drastically.

He was protecting Star Picking Peak, as well as safeguarding the Tiance Clan’s lineage.

If he were defeated or killed by Zhao Heng,

the Tiance Clan’s lineage would be in immediate danger.

Once the lineage was destroyed,

the Martial Clan could launch a large-scale invasion of Tiance State, threatening the Tiance Clan’s experts and endangering the Tiance Clan’s members and their tens-of-thousands-years-old legacy...

After all.

The current Martial Clan was the most terrifying and powerful existence in the entire Mysterious Realm, far beyond what their Tiance Clan could contend with!

"Is it truly heaven’s fate to destroy my Tiance Clan?" Fang Qingyun was filled with despair.

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Amidst Fang Qingyun’s utter despair.

The world suddenly resounded with a cold voice, "Is this how the Martial Clan venerates martial arts, by bullying the weak?"