124: Chapter 124 The Hourglass

As soon as he finished speaking, Saint Son Gou Tao lunged forward, striking down with a palm strike enveloped in world-destroying black light.

Xiao Ye didn't dodge or hide, simply raising his hand for a gentle flick. That palm, powerful enough to shatter mountain ranges, was swept aside by him as casually as brushing away a tree branch.

“What?!” Saint Son Gou Tao's pupils shrank abruptly.

Xiao Ye countered with a punch to his chest. The force of the punch surged through his body, and Saint Son Gou Tao was sent flying back like a cannonball. He smashed through three mountain walls before finally coming to a halt, coughing up blood, his robes in tatters—a truly pathetic sight.

“That's it?” Xiao Ye withdrew his fist and blew off non-existent dust, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the nice weather. “I thought you'd be more impressive.”

The scene fell into a dead silence.

Zi Youqian's jaw nearly hit the ground, Dianshao's wok had slipped to the floor at some point, and Tong Yizhen's large syringe fell with a “clang” again—

How many times had this happened today?

Saint Son Gou Tao struggled to stand up from the rubble, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a murderous glint in his eyes.

“You hillbilly, you've successfully enraged me!” he growled, his magic power surging wildly as demonic flames towered into the sky.

“Wanxiang Demon Body—Manifest!”

A hundred-zhang-tall demonic dharma avatar rose from behind him, piercing into the clouds.

This demonic body had one eye, two mouths, three ears, and four hands; it looked incredibly bizarre, with facial features scattered and limbs haphazardly joined. It made everyone feel physically uncomfortable, and Zi Youqian almost threw up his lunch.

“This is the secret technique of my Ten Thousand Demon Palace, which only a Saint is qualified to Cultivate—the Wanxiang Demon Body.” Saint Son Gou Tao looked up at his dharma avatar, a sinister smile on his lips. “Now, I'm going to tear you apart piece by piece!”

“Hah—” Xiao Ye sneered. “What are you trying to pull here? You think because you've turned into an ugly freak, you're suddenly capable again?”

He stopped wasting words, flipping his right hand as a star began to circulate in his palm.

At the same time, the Crimson Flame Blood-Burning Technique roared to life within him. His Lifespan burned away like water, and his aura climbed steadily...

“Take this palm strike!”

Xiao Ye shouted, the star in his palm radiating brilliant light. Like a meteorite, he charged toward that hideous demonic body.

“Boom—!”

The two terrifying figures collided, fighting from the heavens to the earth, shattering the world. The aftershocks of their magic power swept in all directions like a violent storm, such that even Nascent Soul Cultivators didn't dare to approach.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

The earth-shattering sounds of their clash echoed for a thousand miles, unceasing.

At this moment, whether it was the demonic Cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace or the various people tied up, all of them were dumbfounded.

The figures of Saint Son Gou Tao and Xiao Ye crisscrossed, collided, separated, and charged again in the sky. Each clash exploded in a visible wave of air, causing rocks to tumble and the ground to crack.

And with every collision, the bizarrely transformed Saint Son Gou Tao was spitting blood. Anyone could see that Xiao Ye was suppressing Saint Son Gou Tao.

“Is... is this Xiao Ye's true strength?” someone murmured, their voice trembling.

Everyone was utterly shocked, with only one thought in their minds—is this guy really only at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul stage? Are we sure he isn't some big shot who decided to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger?”

Xiao Yan stood in the distance, looking up as his old man fought Saint Son Gou Tao to a standstill in the sky. His mouth twitched, and after a long silence, he managed to squeeze out: “Dad, just how many trump cards do you have left...”

Today, he didn't know how many times he had been shocked by his father.

Before, he only thought his dad was “powerful in bed,” but he didn't expect him to be even more ridiculous “out of bed”—he was a complete freak.

Seeing this, the various people tied up by the Ten Thousand Demon Palace all had their eyes light up at once.

They had thought they were finished, but after seeing Xiao Ye give Saint Son Gou Tao a brutal beating, they felt like they could still be saved!

This man is fierce, rubbing the Saint of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace into the dirt!

“Awesome!” Someone led the shouting, and immediately, cheers and whistles broke out one after another, as if they were watching a play, completely forgetting they were still tied up.

Saintess Ji Fei could no longer sit still.

She saw that Saint Son Gou Tao had even brought out the Wanxiang Demon Body, yet he was still being suppressed and beaten by that blonde-haired man. The dignified Saint of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace was tumbling through the air like a drowned dog.

If this continued, Saint Son Gou Tao would be beaten to death, and she would suffer along with him.

“Damn it, what a mess.” Saintess Ji Fei gritted her teeth and flickered out like a ghost, her black gauze dress fluttering in the air; no one was in the mood to appreciate the glimpses of her figure now.

She struck out with a palm, and a sky full of black mist enveloped Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye sidestepped to avoid it, not forgetting to mock her: “Oh? The Saintess is coming to deliver herself too? Do you feel bad that he's getting beaten alone and want to share the burden?”

Saintess Ji Fei's Face darkened, and without a word, she joined Saint Son Gou Tao to besiege him from both sides.

Both were the Saint and Saintess of the Deity Transformation Realm. With their seamless cooperation and sharp Moves, they actually managed to force Xiao Ye back a few steps for a moment. But it was only a few steps.

“That's it?” Xiao Ye cracked his neck. “Is this all the Saint and Saintess of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace are capable of? Then I won't be polite anymore.”

He no longer held back, revealing all his trump cards. Three stars appeared on his right palm; this was the Three-Star Heavenly Star Palm, its power nine times that of the One-Star Heavenly Star Palm.

Xiao Ye's figure flickered, fast as a ghost, as he slammed a punch into Saint Son Gou Tao's chest, making him vomit blood. He couldn't even maintain the Wanxiang Demon Body, and the hundred-zhang dharma avatar collapsed. Saint Son Gou Tao screamed as he fell from mid-air.

Xiao Ye gave him no chance to breathe, following closely behind with the sun moon divine sword in hand, a golden sword light sweeping out—

“Snap.”

Saint Son Gou Tao's head flew high into the air, an expression of disbelief still lingering on his Face. He died unable to believe that he, the dignified Saint of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, would actually die at the hands of a hillbilly at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul stage.

“This... how is this possible?” Saintess Ji Fei hovered in mid-air, her body trembling uncontrollably, her voice changing pitch.

She watched Saint Son Gou Tao's headless corpse fall from the sky, and only one thought remained in her mind—run.

Run! Forget about the Face of a Saint or Saintess, forget the dignity of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace. Saving her life was all that mattered!

Saintess Ji Fei bit the tip of her tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, about to use a secret technique to flee—

“Thinking of running?” Xiao Ye's voice came from behind her, tinged with a bit of playfulness.

In the next second, an ancient hourglass appeared in Xiao Ye's hand—the Hourglass of Time. The space where Saintess Ji Fei was suddenly solidified, and time began to flow backward. The essence blood she had just spat out flowed back into her mouth without a single drop out of place.

“What?!” Saintess Ji Fei's mental state crumbled. “Time reversal? You actually have... a time-type Magic Treasure?”

How was she supposed to fight this? She couldn't even manage to escape.

“I already anticipated this Move of yours.” Xiao Ye appeared before her with a smile, flipping his right hand as a star phantom condensed in his palm. “Why run? We haven't finished chatting yet.”

“You—!” Saintess Ji Fei's Face turned pale. Before she could utter a second word, Xiao Ye struck with a palm, the Heavenly Star Palm carrying vast Star Power, knocking her out of the sky.

“Boom—!”