889: Chapter 878: Former Disciple, Bold!

Faint phantoms of a Yellow Dragon and a Yellow Tiger roared and surged at their fists and palms, pressing down on Senior Disciple Wen Ya with a force capable of crushing anything in its path.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya gritted his teeth, raised his Spirit Brush, and struggled to defend himself.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a dozen more wounds appeared on Senior Disciple Wen Ya's body, leaving him looking as if he had been fished out of a Blood Pool.

Fresh blood dripped continuously from the edges of his robes, dyeing the surrounding silver seawater a dark red.

The light on the Spirit Brush in his hand had become quite dim; he could barely even condense the most basic characters anymore.

The two Yuan Palace Disciples swung their fists and palms simultaneously once more. Senior Disciple Wen Ya, no longer able to defend, was struck head-on and sent flying backward like a puppet with cut strings.

A mouthful of crimson blood sprayed uncontrollably into the silver seawater.

The Spirit Brush that had accompanied him for who knows how many years flew out of his hand from the impact, and one of the Yuan Palace Disciples stepped on it.

"This spirit weapon is quite nice; I'll gladly accept it."

The Yuan Palace Disciple unceremoniously stowed Senior Disciple Wen Ya's Spirit Brush into his own storage space.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya's aura fluctuated violently. His usually gentle and composed face was now pale as paper, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with gravity and unwillingness.

He knew that he would likely lose his life here today.

With two Yuan Palace Personal Disciples at the Peak Grandmaster level surrounding and attacking him, there was no possibility of escape in his current heavily injured state.

"Hah—"

In the air, a massive earth-yellow fist imprint broke through layers of silver seawater, smashing toward Senior Disciple Wen Ya's head like a meteor falling from the sky.

If this blow landed, he would undoubtedly die in his current state.

'Am I, Senior Disciple Wen Ya, really going to die here today?' Senior Disciple Wen Ya closed his eyes in despair.

"Yuan Palace Disciples, how dare you!"

Just at this critical moment, a roar like a thunderclap suddenly erupted from the Void Realm in the distance.

Immediately following this, a pitch-black palm print arrived from afar, tearing through the air. The palm print was hundreds of feet wide, its five fingers like mountains, its palm lines clear, and its entire body wreathed in violent and pure Darkness Power.

The massive dark palm print was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, it crossed several hundred feet and brazenly blocked the path directly in front of the yellow fist imprint.

"Boom—"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth.

The yellow fist imprint, which had been enough to blast Senior Disciple Wen Ya into dust, was as fragile as paper in front of the massive dark palm print and was shattered on the spot.

It turned into specks of earth-yellow light that dissipated into the seawater.

After shattering the fist imprint, the massive dark palm print did not lose any momentum, continuing to strike fiercely toward the two Yuan Palace Disciples with a terrifying force that crushed everything in its path.

Seeing the approaching massive dark palm print, the two Yuan Palace Disciples' expressions turned incredibly grave in an instant.

The power contained within this palm print far exceeded their expectations.

The two did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent, simultaneously driving the Qi and blood in their bodies to the limit. They swung their fists and palms with full force, causing the phantoms of the Yellow Dragon and Yellow Tiger to appear simultaneously as they met the massive dark palm print head-on.

However, when the two attacks finally collided, they felt an overwhelming and unstoppable terrifying force surge from their arms throughout their bodies, as if they had been struck head-on by a ten-thousand-foot mountain. The next moment, they were sent flying like kites with cut strings.

Listening to the familiar voice from the distance and looking at the familiar Darkness Power before him, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Senior Disciple Wen Ya's previously despairing eyes.

He shouted toward the distance with all his might: "Brother Qin Yan, is that you?"

A brilliant silver-white light illuminated the distant silver sea.

Immediately after, a massive, silver-white, ancient-looking, and luxurious palace slowly emerged from the Void Realm, descending into this sea area like a divine vehicle sailing out of the River of Time.

Looking at the massive, silver-white, ancient-looking, and luxurious palace before him, Senior Disciple Wen Ya was completely dumbfounded.

Innumerable silver-white time patterns flowed across the surface of the palace, and with every flicker of the patterns, phantoms of the River of Time appeared and dissipated around the palace.

The aura it emitted was ancient and vast, more unfathomable than any Spirit Treasure he had seen in his entire life.

His first reaction was that he had guessed wrong.

The person who had just Take action to help was definitely not his Brother Qin Yan.

A palace this luxurious—let alone Qin Yan, even the Elders of their Taixuan Holy Land East Courtyard might not be able to produce it.

This must be some super big shot who has descended.

However, the next moment, a voice that Senior Disciple Wen Ya knew all too well came from inside the palace.

"It is I, Brother Wen Ya."

Qin Yan's figure flew out from inside the palace.

Standing on his left and right were two people—on the left was the Temple of Time Saintess Qian Xi, wearing a moon-white long dress with a refined and otherworldly appearance, and on the right was the Temple of Time Saint Son Chen Xun, also wearing a moon-white robe and possessing a handsome, ethereal look.

The two followed calmly at Qin Yan's side.

Qin Yan hurried to Senior Disciple Wen Ya's side, his gaze sweeping over the shocking wounds on his body, his tone carrying a hint of concern: "Brother Wen Ya, are you alright?"

Senior Disciple Wen Ya's gaze swept back and forth between Qin Yan and the two Temple of Time Saint and Saintess several times, countless questions surging in his heart.

How could Qin Yan be with the Saint and Saintess of the Temple of Time?

What is going on with this luxurious palace?

What on earth has Qin Yan experienced in the Sea of Time in the short hundred days since they last met?

However, a thousand words ultimately turned into a weak and relieved sentence: "I am not dead yet."

After speaking, he seized the time to take out a Grade 7 healing Medicinal Pill from his storage space and swallowed it.

If he didn't take medicine now, he might really die.

Once the Medicinal Pill entered his mouth, a gentle medicinal power slowly dissolved within his body, and the bleeding from the shocking wounds all over his body finally stopped.

His paper-white complexion also recovered a trace of color, finally managing to temporarily suppress the injuries that had almost cost him his life.

"Many thanks to Brother Qin Yan for your assistance; otherwise, I, Senior Disciple Wen Ya, would likely have lost my life here today."

Senior Disciple Wen Ya bowed solemnly to thank Qin Yan.

"Brother Wen Ya, you are too polite. We are both Disciples of the Holy Land; helping each other is a matter of course."

Qin Yan said.

"Boom—Boom—"

Just at this moment, two muffled, thunderous sounds came from the distant sea.

Immediately after, two eighty-eight-foot-tall earth-yellow golden dharma bodies stood up with a boom from the silver seawater, standing side by side like twin brothers, their bodies radiating the heavy and violent aura of Peak Grandmasters.

"Who dares to ambush the two of us brothers!"

One of the Yuan Palace Disciples roared, his voice rolling and echoing through the silver sea.

The reason they had been swatted away by the opponent's palm just now was largely due to their underestimation of the enemy; they had been caught off guard by that sudden black palm print before they had even summoned their golden bodies.

Now that their golden bodies were activated, their combat power had reached its Peak, so their confidence was naturally bolstered.