227: Chapter 227 True Dragon Body, Primordial Saint Body!

Chu Wanqing heard this and couldn't help but let out a soft huff.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll flick you away first."

Xu Chen immediately shut his mouth.

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze, his eyes fixed solely on Aotian.

He slowly raised the god-slaying sword.

Before the Sword Intent was even released, cracks began to appear in the surrounding Void Realm.

Aotian stared at that sword, a faint trace of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"You want to strike first?"

Lin Yi said:

"What else?"

"Wait for you to kneel?"

Aotian sneered.

"I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

Lin Yi didn't respond further; he turned his head and glanced at Su Yuxi.

Su Yuxi understood, her silver-white dao rhyme swirling gently as she immediately stood behind his flank.

Chu Wanqing also gripped the imperial zither in her palm, the power of the Dragon Phoenix coiled and ready to strike.

Shen Qingyue brought her hands together lightly, and the hunyuan diagram slowly unfolded behind her, with cyan-white vitality circling all around.

The four stood side by side, their Auras once again merging into one.

Aotian watched this scene, his expression turning completely cold.

"Very well."

"I can't be bothered to wait any longer."

"Today, none of you will live!"

After he finished speaking, his dragon body shook, and lightning surged over his black scales.

Aotian took a step forward.

He no longer looked at those imperial weapons, nor did he look at the three women.

At this moment, only Lin Yi remained in his eyes.

Only that Hongmeng Chaos Body that made him feel extremely uncomfortable remained.

"I will dismantle your bones first."

"Then drink your blood!"

Aotian's voice was chilling as he suddenly raised his right arm.

Dragon Qi surged along the back of his fist, and the dragon scales stood up one by one, like short blades attached to his hand.

The Void Realm beneath his feet exploded, and his entire body transformed into a black rainbow, rushing straight at Lin Yi.

This punch had no fancy tricks; it possessed only a pure, extreme dominance.

Before the fist even arrived, the ground had already cracked open into a deep trench.

Xu Chen had just placed the ancient desolate hall horizontally in front of him, and his expression changed immediately.

"Big Brother, this fist is not simple."

"Do not take it head-on!"

Wang Hong shouted in a low voice.

"Everyone, be careful! Keep your eyes on the battlefield!"

Chu Wanqing's gaze tightened, and she held the imperial zither across her chest.

"Brother Lin Yi, don't take it head-on."

As soon as her words fell, Lin Yi had already stepped forward.

He rushed straight towards Aotian's fist just like that.

The god-slaying sword remained sheathed.

The heavenly emperor cauldron did not move either.

He simply raised his right fist, and Hongmeng Chaos Qi condensed frantically in front of his fist.

At that instant, the sound of the wind all around ceased.

Even the tattered battle flags at the edge of the battlefield seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand, remaining motionless.

A faint layer of purple-gold luster radiated around Lin Yi's body.

After the Hongmeng Chaos Body reached Perfection, that sense of oppression was fully revealed for the first time.

It was not ostentatious; it was like an ancient bell submerged in the deep sea.

Once struck, it was enough to shatter the tides for ten thousand miles.

Aotian's pupils shrank slightly.

He could feel that Lin Yi's punch looked simple.

But inside it hid a power that made him extremely uncomfortable.

That was not mere brute force of the Physical Body.

It was the Hongmeng fist energy, compressed after kneading the Physical Body, blood energy, and dao rhyme all into one mass.

But he could not lose in terms of Aura!

"Bluffing!"

Aotian sneered, and his fist accelerated once more.

Lin Yi threw his punch at the exact same moment.

Boom!

The two fists collided, and the heavens and earth trembled violently.

It was as if two divine mountains had collided head-on.

A shockwave exploded from between the two, pushing violently along the ground.

A thousand-foot mountain in the distance was swept by it and instantly turned into dust.

Wang Hong and the others were forced back several steps by the aftermath, their chests feeling stifled.

Xu Chen hugged the ancient desolate hall, almost falling onto his butt.

"Good grief."

"If this punch hit the Three Thousand Realms, the coffin shops would all be worked to death."

Chu Wanqing had no time to pay attention to his bad jokes.

She stared at the center of the battlefield, her expression extremely tense.

The storm dissipated, and everyone could finally see clearly.

Aotian's fist was shattered.

What shattered first were the dragon scales on the face of his fist.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out.

The dragon scales burst open, and blood splattered out.

Immediately after, his entire arm began to tremble.

Aotian's figure swayed, and a deep mark was actually shaken into his black scale battle armor.

He looked up abruptly, his eyes full of shock.

"How can this be!"

Lin Yi stood in place, his robes moving slightly, without retreating even half a step.

He withdrew his fist, and there wasn't even a red mark on the back of his hand.

There was only a slight vibration in his knuckles, which he shook away casually.

"Is this all the strength your True Dragon Body has?"

Once these words were spoken, Aotian's face turned completely black.

This punch didn't just shatter skin and flesh.

It shattered the Bloodline pride he had always been so proud of.

He was a Reincarnation Dragon King.

He was a descendant of the Immortal Ancient True Dragon.

Since birth, his Physical Body had suppressed countless Prodigies of the same generation.

But now, in a head-on collision, it was actually he who retreated.

"Again!"

Aotian roared, throwing both fists out at once.

A dragon shadow exploded from behind him, turning into a roaring ancient dragon that crashed towards Lin Yi along with the momentum of his punches.

Lin Yi still only used his fists.

He smashed out his second punch.

This time it was faster, heavier, and even more ruthless!

Boom!

The dragon shadow shattered.

The dragon scales on Aotian's arms fell off in sheets, and fresh blood dripped down his wrists.

He was shaken into retreating, dragging a long trench under his feet.

Xu Chen watched with wide, unblinking eyes.

"Is this reasonable?"

"He is a Dragon!"

Wang Hong's face twitched.

"In front of the Saint, even a Dragon must follow the rules!"

Chu Wanqing couldn't help it and curled her lips slightly.

She knew Lin Yi was very strong.

But the strength before her still made one's heart heat up.

That feeling was very straightforward.

As long as he stood there, no matter how ferocious the enemy in front was, they would be punched through by him.

Su Yuxi looked at Lin Yi's back, her silver-white eyes flickering slightly.

This youth always shielded them by standing at the very front.

Yet he always managed to protect them tightly.

Aotian shook his numb arms, his face no longer showing any slight arrogance.

He stared at Lin Yi, his breathing noticeably heavier.

"Your Physical Body is not an ordinary Hongmeng Body."

Lin Yi said indifferently.

"You only see that now?"

Killing intent surged in Aotian's eyes.

"A strong Physical Body is just the beginning."

"Today, I will make you understand that what is truly strong about the Dragon Clan has never been just their fists!"

He raised his hand abruptly, and the True Dragon phantom reappeared behind him.

The dragon shadow coiled in the air, and Dragon power pressed down on the territory.

This time, he would hold nothing back.

His right hand reached out like a dragon claw, his left hand formed a seal, and his whole person looked like a fierce god walking out from the Immortal Ancient era.

Lin Yi looked at the dragon shadow, his expression still calm.

"I didn't intend to only use my fists either."

As soon as his voice fell, the Primordial Qi within his body surged violently.

Layers of purple-gold ripples spread out from beneath his feet.

That was the Hongmeng Chaos Body responding, and it was also the most primitive form of suppression.

The instant Aotian's dragon claw descended, Lin Yi's third punch had already arrived.

This punch was more direct than the previous two.

No fancy tricks, no dodging, just a hard collision!

Bang!

The dragon claw was knocked directly aside.

A puff of blood mist exploded from Aotian's arm again.

His throat tasted sweet, and he almost vomited blood on the spot.

Lin Yi pressed forward with the momentum, stomped his foot, and his entire body smashed down like a divine mountain.

Aotian was forced to retreat repeatedly, and a trace of shame and anger finally appeared in his eyes.

"Impossible!"

"How could my True Dragon Body lose to you in terms of Physical Body!"

Lin Yi didn't answer; he just raised his hand and lightly dusted off his fist.

The movement was very casual, but it made Aotian's face look even uglier.

This wasn't a battle at all; this was clearly using him to test his punches!

Xu Chen smacked his lips while watching from behind.

"Big Brother's punches are truly ruthless!"

"I even suspect he hasn't even gotten serious yet; he's just warming up!"