123: Chapter 123 Super Saiyan Transformation

Saint Son Gou Tao's face turned blue and white in turns, his lips trembling for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Saintess Ji Fei beside him, however, was sizing up Xiao Ye with great interest, her beautiful eyes shining with brilliance as if she had discovered some interesting toy.

"Interesting, this Saintess is seeing such a capable Nascent Soul for the first time," she said, licking her lips, her voice charming to the bone.

"Could this be some kind of Saintly Body?"

Xiao Ye glanced at her and said indifferently, "Stop licking your own lips; I'll let you have your fill of sweetness later."

The smile on Saintess Ji Fei's face froze for a moment.

Saint Son Gou Tao finally snapped out of it and took a deep breath, slowly drawing the longsword at his waist. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Xiao Ye, his voice bone-chillingly cold: "You have thoroughly infuriated this Saint. If I don't tear you into a thousand pieces today, this Saint won't be called Saint Son Gou Tao."

Xiao Ye picked his ear. "If you're not called Saint Son Gou Tao, then are you called Gou Tiao?"

"You're looking for death—!"

Saint Son Gou Tao was furious; he hated it most when others made fun of his name.

The terrifying Aura of the Soul Transformation realm erupted, and he lunged toward Xiao Ye like a bolt of black lightning.

The mountain wind howled, and killing intent filled the air in the valley. Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes and slowly clenched his fists—this battle had only just officially begun.

Xiao Ye took a deep breath and met him bare-handed. He wanted to see if he could hard-clash a Soul Transformation cultivator with his Desolate Tyrant Body.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fists and palms collided, and airwaves exploded, causing stones to rustle and fall from the stone walls on both sides of the valley.

The two fought from the ground to mid-air and then crashed back to the ground, their speed so fast that only afterimages remained.

Xiao Ye's Desolate Tyrant Body was fully activated, his Physical Body strong to the extreme, with every punch carrying the power to split mountains and crack stones.

But Saint Son Gou Tao was, after all, a Saint of the Soul Transformation realm. His spiritual power was as deep as an abyss, and his Moves were exquisite beyond compare. No matter how fiercely Xiao Ye attacked, he could dissolve it with ease and even find the chance to counterattack.

"Is this all you've got?" Saint Son Gou Tao sneered, striking Xiao Ye's chest with a palm.

Xiao Ye retreated several steps, his chest felt tight, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked down at the wounds on his body and then at Saint Son Gou Tao, whose Aura remained steady, and his gaze darkened.

Physical Body—couldn't win.

Then he would change his style.

"Heavenly Star Palm—!"

Xiao Ye struck out with both palms, phantoms of stars emerging in his palms, dazzling as they blasted out carrying vast Star Power.

Wherever the palm wind passed, the air was compressed into ripples visible to the naked eye, its power surging several times over compared to before.

Saint Son Gou Tao frowned slightly and finally became serious, forming hand seals as a black light screen blocked his front.

The Heavenly Star Palm slammed into the light screen, exploding into a sky full of starlight. The light screen trembled violently but remained unbroken.

"Somewhat interesting." Saint Son Gou Tao's lips curled. "What other skills do you have? Bring them all out together."

Without a word, Xiao Ye drew the sun moon divine sword and pointed it toward the firmament.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Ancestor—Rise!"

Sword shadows filled the sky, and countless light swords fell toward Saint Son Gou Tao like a torrential downpour. Every sword was unparalleled in its sharpness, carrying screams that tore through the air.

However, Saint Son Gou Tao propped up a black shield and endured the bombardment of ten thousand swords without moving an inch.

"That's it?" His voice came from within the sword rain, tinged with disdain.

Xiao Ye's expression completely darkened.

Physical Body, Heavenly Star Palm, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Ancestor—he had used all the trump cards he could, yet he hadn't even broken the opponent's defense.

This Ten Thousand Demon Palace Saint was indeed not comparable to Soul Transformations like Old Man Wang.

He could still go fifty-fifty with Old Man Wang, but against this Saint Son Gou Tao, he couldn't even manage twenty-eight.

The gap was too large.

"Out of Moves?" Saint Son Gou Tao waved his sleeve to shake off the last few light swords, looking down at Xiao Ye from above with a mocking smile. "This Saint admits that for a Nascent Soul eighth level to fight until now is indeed remarkable. But—it ends here."

Xiao Ye clenched his fists.

He still had trump cards—the Crimson Flame Blood-Burning Technique and Hao Sailei's Yin Soul.

But one cost his life and the other burned his soul; he didn't want to use them unless it was a last resort.

What else was there?

He closed his eyes, and vast information from the Legacy suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Hao Sailei's memories, Cultivation Techniques, and insights—he hadn't had time to digest all the things that had been stuffed into his head.

But now, there was no time.

"I can only give it a try..."

Xiao Ye suddenly opened his eyes and slowly floated up, his palms meeting in front of his chest and one leg lifted, striking an extremely strange pose.

"Super Sailei Transformation!"

His voice exploded in the valley, resounding through heaven and earth like a clap of thunder.

In the next moment, every strand of his hair stood on end, turning golden from the roots to the tips. A terrifying golden battle Qi gushed out of his body like a volcanic eruption, sweeping in all directions.

His Aura climbed steadily—Nascent Soul Peak, Soul Transformation first level, second level, third level... all the way to Soul Transformation fifth level before finally stabilizing.

Golden light enveloped Xiao Ye, making him look like a God of War descending to the world, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"This... what kind of Cultivation Technique is this?" Zi Youqian plopped onto the ground, his chubby face deathly pale.

Xiao Yan's hand holding the sword was shaking—not out of fear, but shock.

A-Diao flew up from the rock and hovered in mid-air, letting out a "Ji" and spitting out a string of golden sparks.

And Saint Son Gou Tao opposite him, the mockery on his face completely vanished, replaced by unbelievable shock and even a hint of jealousy.

"Holy sh*t? You actually know the Super Sailei Transformation? You inherited—Hao Sailei's Legacy?" His voice was trembling.

Hao Sailei. This name might be unknown to others, but as the Saint of a top-tier power in the East Sea Region, he knew it all too well.

In the Great Human-Demon War ten thousand years ago, Hao Sailei, with only a Mahayana Peak cultivation, fought the Four Great Demon Immortals alone without being defeated. He relied on his self-created "Sailei Divine Skill." That battle shocked the entire continent, shattering the mountains and rivers and tearing the heavens and earth apart.

If it weren't for the strongest Family in the Middle Continent—the Lei Family—coveting this Cultivation Technique and stabbing Hao Sailei in the back on the battlefield, leaving him heavily injured and on the verge of death, his whereabouts unknown since then...

Otherwise, with Hao Sailei's talent, he would likely have already become one of the continent's strongest experts.

And now, this legendary divine skill had actually been inherited by this country bumpkin?

Saint Son Gou Tao's gaze turned from shock to jealousy, and from jealousy to greed.

"This Cultivation Technique, this Saint must have it!" he shouted, turning into a bolt of black lightning as he lunged toward Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling slightly: "Want it? Call me daddy, and I'll give it to you!"

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