121: Retreat from the holy glory and overcome the tribulation!

“Remember my name…”

Saint Huang flicked his finger, and a pole, red in the middle and golden at both ends, appeared in his hand out of thin air:

“The one who kills you is the Three Saints Palace’s First Saint Son, Saint Huang!”

“Three Saints Palace?” Meng Yun smiled slightly:

“Oh~

Is that the Three Saints Palace whose Third Saint Master had his teeth knocked out by our Sect Master a few days ago?”

“Your sect?

Are you… from the Immortal Sect?” Saint Huang’s gaze suddenly turned cold.

Since they were old enemies, there was no need for more words.

Just kill him!

With a casual flick of his staff, carrying immense power, Saint Huang swung the pole down at Meng Yun’s head.

Every strike possessed the power to destroy the world, and the momentum surged higher with each wave!

Seeing Saint Huang go all out, Meng Yun naturally held nothing back.

Since the opponent was the chief Saint Son of the number one sect, his strength was bound to be incredibly powerful!

But so what?

He was the Master of a Peak!

If there were truly interactions between the two sects, Saint Huang would most likely have to bow and greet him!

Demon Subduing Swordplay was a bit lacking, so what about the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Fire, plus the Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning?

“Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace, fire!”

Meng Yun stretched out his hand, and golden-red flames surged forth, forming a thousand-zhang-tall flaming cauldron in front of him, blocking all of Saint Huang’s staff strikes!

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the heavens and earth, each strike carrying supreme power!

“Pfft!” Wang Jingze, who was far away on the Immortal Boat, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood after hearing the sound.

Not only him, but even Lan Xi, who was at the Transformation Spirit realm, had a pale face and a look of terror at this moment!

No matter what, she couldn’t have imagined that Eastern Abyss, whom she had purely harassed at the time, actually possessed such terrifying strength!

Peak Master Yan Weihuan waved his sleeve, adding a sound-insulating formation to the Immortal Boat, completely isolating the terrifying fluctuations below.

This brat, he’s quite a troublemaker!

After striking out one hundred and eight consecutive blows with his golden staff, each a critical hit, yet failing to break through, Saint Huang let out a loud roar, and a golden Holy Ape Avatar emerged from his body.

The thousand-zhang-tall ape, with every hair visible and muscles bulging, raised the illusory long staff in its hand along with Saint Huang’s movements.

“Holy Monkey World-Ending Chop!”

With a faint taste of world destruction, the golden long staff in Saint Huang’s hand merged with the Holy Monkey’s illusory long staff, like a pillar supporting the heavens, pressing down on Meng Yun!

“Heh heh, the outcome is decided.” Saint Youque, an elder of the Three Saints Palace, chuckled lightly and shook his head.

He no longer paid attention to anything below.

Eastern Abyss?

Just a skeleton in a tomb, a candle in the wind, that’s all.

The Holy Ape Avatar was the ninth-ranked top Avatar in White Tiger Heaven.

For this Eastern Abyss, with his mere Transformation Spirit Peak strength, to force Saint Huang to even unleash such an Avatar, showed his extraordinary combat power.

But, that was all there was to it.

Who told him that he happened to meet…

Saint Huang?

To die under Saint Huang’s Holy Ape Avatar, Eastern Abyss, you can be proud.

“Fellow Daoist Yan, we agreed, you are not allowed to interfere.” Saint Youque said with a faint smile, his aura already firmly locking onto Yan Weihuan.

If Yan Weihuan dared to make any move, he would surely suffer his thunderous attack!

Yan Weihuan looked at the Holy Ape Avatar, his heart gradually becoming solemn.

The Ninth Avatar…

This was a priceless and supreme Avatar that even he himself had not been able to possess!

Eastern Abyss, can he do it?

If he loses, even if he has to suffer severe injuries, he must save this brat!

“Meng Yun…” Shangguan Qing couldn’t help but clench her fists, feeling an urge to rush to his side and fight alongside him, regardless of the consequences.

But.

With such a terrifying momentum, she honestly asked herself, she was no match for even a single blow.

If she went, she would only cause trouble for Meng Yun and add a weakness.

A cold glint flashed in Saint Xuanji’s eyes:

“Saint Huang, Eastern Abyss is mine.

You’d better not kill him for me.

Otherwise… I’ll kill you!”

Meng Yun, the focus of everyone’s attention, looked at the rapidly expanding staff shadow, yet there was no trace of panic on his face.

Avatar?

Are you the only one, Saint Huang, who has one?

It’s time to show off some real skill!

It’s decided—Blue-Eyes White Dragon… sorry, I got sidetracked.

It’s the Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning Dragon!

Meng Yun communicated with the cluster of seven-colored divine lightning in his Dantian, successfully awakening it.

The seven-colored divine lightning trembled for a while, then allowed Meng Yun to command it, emerging from his body.

It swelled against the wind, transforming into a thousand-zhang-sized Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning Dragon!

This was a true Tribulation Lightning Dragon!

As soon as the Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning Dragon appeared, half of the world became dim.

All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, sound, and light were all attracted, moved, and devoured by it.

Carrying a trace of supreme will of heaven and earth, the Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning Dragon slowly opened its eyes.

Its indifferent gaze pierced through ten thousand zhang, directly meeting the illusory Holy Monkey.

The ancient will remaining in the Holy Ape Avatar was also awakened, and the power of the Holy Monkey World-Ending Chop instantly increased by another third!

Clearly, it would not surrender without a fight!

This was a true battle between dragon and ape!

On one side was the Tribulation Lightning Dragon, on the other was the Ninth Avatar, comparing the two, who was stronger!?

No sooner said than done, the Holy Monkey World-Ending Chop slammed down on Meng Yun’s head!

However.

Just as it was about to touch Meng Yun, a seven-colored dragon tail, with irresistible force, lashed out fiercely.

Crackling.

Countless thick currents of electricity, along the golden staff illusion, tightly entangled the Holy Ape Avatar.

Tribulation clouds surged, bringing down countless divine lightning bolts in the surrounding heaven and earth.

Even casually leaked power, even if as strong as a Transformation Spirit, would turn to ashes and leave no bones upon contact!

“Meng Yun, how many secrets do you still have…?” Shangguan Qing’s beautiful eyes were dazed.

She realized that the him she once knew was merely the tip of the iceberg of a young man!

Now, encountering Saint Huang, Meng Yun finally had the opportunity to initially reveal his true prowess!

A golden scale is not something found in a pond!

“So strong…” Saint Xuanji murmured, lost in thought.

Only such a man was worth her possessing and conquering!

No, even being conquered by him didn’t seem unacceptable!

“Roar, roar—!”

A painful expression suddenly appeared on the Holy Ape Avatar’s face.

The powerful tail whip of the Lightning Dragon actually caused the golden staff in its hand to fly out directly, falling a thousand li away.

Boom!

Countless mountains collapsed and rivers changed course along the way.

With tribulation lightning raging through its body, the Holy Monkey roared in pain, punching its chest wildly for a while, gradually no longer obeying Saint Huang’s commands.

“Move, you move for me! Damn it! You move!”

Saint Huang’s eyes were wide with rage, yet he could not do anything to his Avatar!

His strongest killing move was easily destroyed; even someone as strong as Saint Huang couldn’t help but lose his composure at this moment.

“Roar, roar”!

The Holy Ape Avatar picked up a mountain peak and directly threw it at the Lightning Dragon.

“Slap!” The Lightning Dragon disdainfully flicked its tail, casually batting it away.

The mountain peak soared into the nine heavens, almost shoulder to shoulder with the Immortal Boat.

Yan Weihuan: “…”

Damn it, be careful!

This Immortal Boat is worth tens of billions of spirit stones!

After sending the mountain peak flying, the Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning Dragon charged straight at the Holy Ape Avatar, tightly entangling it.

The heaven and earth dragon scales formed by seven-colored lightning brought endless torment to the Holy Ape Avatar every moment.

“Roar, roar!!”

The Holy Monkey let out a painful roar, its body beginning to collapse and disintegrate.

“Don’t destroy it! Bring it to me to refine!” Meng Yun roared!

Such a good thing, it would be too much of a waste to destroy it!

The Lightning Dragon was somewhat reluctant, but it obediently threw it, perfectly into the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Cauldron.

A ball of flame quietly transformed into a cauldron lid.

The Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Fire ran at full power, burning fiercely!

Refined in an instant!

“Pfft—!”

With his Avatar forcibly stripped and refined, Saint Huang suffered severe injuries, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his strength instantly less than fifty percent of his peak!

Throwing the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Cauldron aside, Meng Yun, with the Lightning Dragon circling beside him, walked straight to Saint Huang.

“Remember, the one who kills you is Eastern Abyss of the Immortal Sect.”

As Meng Yun’s indifferent voice fell, the Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning Dragon, with a roar, crashed into Saint Huang’s weakened body.

If this strike connected, even someone as strong as Saint Huang would surely be dead!

“How dare you, brat!!”

From the nine heavens above, an old man’s enraged voice suddenly came.

A white whisk ignored space and swept towards Meng Yun.

The aura contained within it was, astonishingly—

Tribulation Transcending Realm!

“Damn it, an old man who doesn’t die is a thief…”

Meng Yun looked at the incoming attack, and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Old Yan, if you don’t make a move now, I’ll die right in front of you!”