890: Chapter 879 Rob the rich to help the poor!

"Senior Disciple Wen Ya, rest assured and recover here. Leave these two Yuan Palace Disciples to me."

Qin Yan instructed Senior Disciple Wen Ya, then turned to look at the two golden dharma images in the distance, standing eighty-eight zhang tall.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya nodded without saying much—standing behind Qin Yan were two members of the Temple of Time, a Saint and a Saintess. If those two were to attack together, no matter how strong those two Yuan Palace Disciples were, they wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.

Qin Yan looked at the two menacing, earthy-yellow golden bodies and said calmly, "No need for idle chatter. Both of you, come at me together."

To be honest, he really didn't take eighty-eight zhang golden bodies seriously anymore.

Even Yue Chenyuan, with her ninety-nine zhang golden body and baptism by heaven and earth, dared not take a single move from him. What kind of trouble could two mere Yuan Palace Prodigies with eighty-eight zhang golden bodies stir up in front of him?

"Brat, you've got guts!"

The two Yuan Palace Disciples were enraged upon hearing this.

Ever since they entered the Yuan Palace and became Personal Disciples, they had been treated like stars surrounded by the moon wherever they went. Among their peers, who would dare to treat them with such contempt?

The two exchanged glances, and the earthy-yellow light on their golden bodies erupted to the extreme simultaneously.

"Peerless Fist and Palm!"

The two shouted in unison. One golden body swung its right fist violently, and a phantom of a yellow Dragon roared and churned at the fist's edge.

The other golden body struck with its left palm simultaneously, and a phantom of a yellow tiger roared towards the sky at the edge of the palm.

The fist and palm merged violently in mid-air. The phantoms of the yellow Dragon and yellow tiger intertwined, and their power surged more than twofold in that instant.

The combined fist and palm, carrying a violent, world-destroying momentum, bore down on Qin Yan as if to shatter the entire Void Realm.

Qin Yan watched the incoming fist and palm strike, the Darkness Power around him surging unhurriedly.

He lifted his right hand lightly and struck forward casually. A pitch-black Darkness palm print materialized out of thin air in the Void Realm.

The palm print was only a few dozen zhang in size. Compared to the hundreds-of-zhang-large palm print he had used earlier to shatter the yellow fist print, it seemed pitifully small, looking as if he were casually swatting away a fly.

"Heh."

Seeing Qin Yan respond to their ultimate killing move so nonchalantly, a cold smile involuntarily appeared on the corners of the two Yuan Palace Disciples' mouths.

This arrogant fellow would soon pay a painful price for his underestimation of them.

However, the next moment, their smiles froze completely on their faces.

"Boom—"

With a dull, thunderous sound, the seemingly miniature dark palm print collided with the Peerless Fist and Palm, easily and violently shattering the merged yellow Dragon and yellow tiger phantoms.

After shattering the Peerless Fist and Palm, the dark palm print's momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

Before the two Yuan Palace Disciples could react from their shock, it struck directly onto their two eighty-eight-zhang-tall golden bodies.

"Boom—Boom—" The two golden bodies shattered on the spot like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, turning into sky-filling fragments of earthy-yellow energy that drifted away in the silver seawater.

After the golden bodies shattered, both of them spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, sent flying by the terrifying aftermath of the palm force.

However, before their flying bodies had traveled far, they were overtaken by two pitch-black chains of Darkness. The chains, as if possessing life, instantly bound them tightly.

The dark chains exerted force and pulled back violently, dragging these two Yuan Palace Prodigies, who had been unbridled just a moment ago, in front of Qin Yan like dead dogs.

Looking at the calm-faced man in white robes before them, the two were completely stunned.

How could this person be so powerful? With just a casual palm strike, he had shattered their pride-and-joy eighty-eight zhang golden bodies as if they were made of paper.

This level of strength—did their Yuan Palace Saint possess such power?

Not to mention these two Yuan Palace Disciples, even Senior Disciple Wen Ya on the side was shocked into silence for a long while by Qin Yan's nonchalant display.

Was this still the Qin Yan he knew? How could he be this strong?

These two Yuan Palace Personal Disciples, when working together, could chase him with no path to heaven or earth.

Yet Qin Yan dealt with these two Yuan Palace Disciples as easily as slaughtering dogs—what about when he fought him?

Senior Disciple Wen Ya fell into deep contemplation and decided it was better not to think about this terrifying question in the future.

Saintess Qian Xi and Saint Son Chen Xun stood behind Qin Yan. Watching their master's effortless and composed demeanor when he struck, their eyes shimmered with brilliance, and the light of reverence and fanaticism almost overflowed.

The two of them were screaming crazily in their hearts, wishing they could kneel down on the spot and shout, "Master is mighty, long live Master!"

However, Qin Yan had previously given them a strict order—in front of outsiders, they must treat him as an ordinary friend.

The master's order was heaven; they dared not disobey in the slightest.

The two could only suppress that surging, overwhelming reverence deep in their hearts.

Their facial expressions maintained the indifference and composure befitting a Saint and Saintess of the Temple of Time.

"Senior Disciple Wen Ya, I leave these two to you to deal with."

Qin Yan tossed the two Yuan Palace Disciples, bound tightly by the dark chains, in front of Senior Disciple Wen Ya.

Upon hearing this, Senior Disciple Wen Ya hurriedly cupped his hands in gratitude: "Many thanks, Brother Qin Yan."

He would remember this favor. If Qin Yan hadn't arrived in time today, he, Senior Disciple Wen Ya, would have truly lost his life here in the Sea of Time.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya walked up to the two Yuan Palace Disciples and looked down at them with a cold gaze: "Speak. What was the reason you had to take such ruthless action against me?"

He absolutely did not believe that these two were pursuing him relentlessly just for those less than one thousand time crystals.

He was a complete stranger to these two in the Sea of Time, yet as soon as they saw him, their killing intent was exposed, and every move was aimed at taking his life. There must be some hidden motive behind this.

"You alone took nearly one thousand time crystals. We brothers have been short on cash lately, so we just wanted to rob the rich to help the poor."

One of the Yuan Palace Disciples stubbornly insisted.

"Hmph, still refusing to tell the truth."

Senior Disciple Wen Ya snorted coldly and snatched his Spirit Brush back from that Yuan Palace Disciple's hand.

He gripped the Spirit Brush and quickly sketched in the Void Realm, and an ink-colored character "Burn" suddenly took form.

With a light tap of the brush tip, the "Burn" character branded itself onto the Yuan Palace Disciple's body like a maggot on a bone.

"Ah—!"

The Yuan Palace Disciple immediately let out a shrill scream.

Flames began to spread from the brand across his entire body. That burning pain was not just a burning of the Physical Body; it was torture that reached deep into the Soul.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya remained expressionless, repeating the same trick, and branded another "Burn" character onto the other Yuan Palace Disciple.

For a time, the shrill wails of the two echoed continuously across this sea area.