147: Yang Yi's trump card

A day later, in the vast, sandy expanse of the Western Regions, a young Buddhist monk traveled alone.

The young monk Xuanzang had a clear realization: the Dao he sought was not the deceptive path of the Little Thunderclap Temple, which harbored filth and defiled the world, but the true Dao from eons past—a Dao of universal salvation, of slaying Yao Beasts and eradicating demons, a Dao that belonged to him.

At the same time, he also knew that the Great Sun Tathagata Scripture and the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Art he possessed were astonishingly powerful.

To possess a treasure invites disaster; even a three-year-old child understood this principle.

Therefore, before he had sufficient strength, keeping a low profile was the kingly way.

His figure slowly vanished into the horizon of the yellow sand.

...

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, at the border of the Southern Regions.

The Southern Sky Mountain Range, Haizhou territory.

The air here felt even hotter than in the Western Regions, filled with a wild aura.

"Senior Brother, you idiot! Hurry up! My butt's going to catch fire!"

A clear, anxious, childish voice rang out from a rapidly moving "meteor."

Upon closer inspection, it was no meteor at all.

It was clearly a young man flying through the air, and perched on his head was a delicate, jade-like little girl with a topknot.

It was Lin Fan and Lu Nuannuan.

Not far behind them, Yang Yi and his three Martial Emperor Dao Protectors also had pale faces, desperately urging the True Qi within their bodies to sprint forward as if their lives depended on it.

There was no choice; they had to run.

Right behind them, two masses of Demonic Qi, comparable in size to small mountains, were crashing through, hot on their heels!

Wherever they passed, ancient trees snapped, and rocks crumbled!

"Roar—!"

An earth-shattering beast roar made the entire mountain range hum.

"Do you think I want to be slow?!" Lin Fan also had a bitter expression, his handsome face flushed red.

His True Qi had already been depleted by seventy to eighty percent from several hours of high-intensity flying, and he was currently relying solely on sheer willpower to hold on.

He looked back.

He saw a Fiery Lion, its entire body ablaze with raging flames, and a Green-Armored Horned Dragon, covered in green scales and with a single horn on its head, staring intently at them, their lantern-sized eyes filled with endless fury.

These two were genuine Peak Martial Venerable Overlord-level Yao Beasts!

The story began half a day ago.

Lin Fan and the others had intended to leave Haizhou and head west to the Western Regions to see if they could help Xiao Huohuo and Ling Ke'er.

However, shortly after entering the Southern Sky Mountain Range in Haizhou, they stumbled upon these two massive creatures, who were fighting over a "Purple Sun Dragon Saliva Grass" enveloped in a purple mist, causing the earth to crack and the sun and moon to lose their light.

Lin Fan, this kid, had no other special abilities, but his talent for causing trouble and courting death was absolutely maxed out.

He seized the opportunity while the two beasts were fighting, and relying on the stealth of his True Qi aura, he used a "Sleight of Hand" to snatch the Spirit Medicine, which was at least five thousand years old.

The result...

He was cool for less than three seconds.

As soon as he got it, he was discovered.

And so, a chase spanning thousands of miles began.

The group ran into a valley.

"Yang Yi! Do you have any trump cards left?! Hurry up and take them out!" Lin Fan shouted, his voice hoarse, "If this continues, we're all going to die here!"

Yang Yi's handsome face was also extremely grim at this moment.

He hadn't expected these two Yao Beasts to be so relentless, like they were insane, refusing to let them go.

"Roar!"

Just then, the Fiery Lion suddenly opened its gaping maw.

A fireball, the size of a human head and condensed from pure flame energy, shot out like a cannonball, with a piercing whoosh, and slammed down towards the Martial Emperor Dao Protector who was lagging behind!

"Not good!"

The Martial Emperor's face changed dramatically, and without thinking, he tried to retreat.

But it was too late!

The fireball's speed was too fast!

He was about to lose his life here.

"Vile beast! How dare you!"

Yang Yi's eyes were bloodshot; he no longer hesitated!

In his hand, at some unknown moment, appeared a three-foot-long azure-gold sword, its blade seemingly flowing with starlight!

Yang Yi sliced through the fireball with a single strike, but his face remained grim.

The moment the three Martial Emperor Dao Protectors saw this sword, their faces immediately showed an expression of unbelievable ecstasy!

"Young Lord! Is this... the Estate Lord's personal sword, 'Starlight River'?"

"Did the old Estate Lord actually bestow this sword upon you?!"

Seeing this, Lin Fan's spirits also lifted, and he asked anxiously, "What's this sword for?!"

"It's enough!"

A hint of pain flashed in Yang Yi's eyes, but even more, there was determination!

He took a deep breath and poured all the remaining True Qi in his body into the sword blade!

Buzz—!

A clear sword cry resounded through the sky!

The ancient longsword, at this moment, erupted with dazzling starlight, and a terrifying Sword Intent, transcending heaven and earth, as if capable of severing space-time and annihilating all things, suddenly awakened from the sword blade!

Just a trace of that Sword Intent leaked out, causing the two arrogant Peak Martial Venerable Yao Beasts to suddenly freeze, and for the first time, a fear originating from the depths of their Souls appeared in their lantern-sized eyes.

"This is my father's personal sword; within it, two Dao attacks from my father are sealed," Yang Yi's voice carried a hint of pride, a hint of arrogance, "Its power is comparable to... Early Stage Martial Saint!"

Martial Saint!

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan nearly jumped out of the sky!

"Holy crap! Why didn't you take it out earlier, you damn bastard!" He couldn't help but curse.

Yang Yi's old face flushed, and he scratched his head a little awkwardly: "I... I didn't expect these two beasts to be so troublesome."

"These two attacks have already been used once. There's only one use left, and after that, this sword will be useless."

Lin Fan's eyes darted around, and a bold and flashy idea instantly formed in his mind.

"Don't use it!" He blurted out without thinking.

"Huh?" Yang Yi was stunned.

"Listen to me!" Lin Fan's face showed a foxy smile, "With only one attack, we can at most take down one. What about the other one?"

"So, we won't kill either of them!"

"We'll scare them!"