ALL NOVEL Chapter 100
“Ha ha.”
Ye Junlin sneered, gathering strength for a strike. His palm smashed out, shattering the void with an overwhelming force.
Boom!
The golden swastika shattered, and a terrifying shockwave recoiled back, making Master Randel’s entire arm crackle in protest.
“Mmm,”
Master Randel stumbled back a dozen yards, one hand trembling slightly behind him while the other stood firm at his chest, his old face heavy with seriousness. He said, “Turns out, old monk underestimated you.”
Clearly at the Tribulation Stage level, yet he hid it so well—what a strange quirk!
If this guy had revealed his true power sooner, the Hanging Temple would never have meddled with the Yuhua Sect!
It was obvious he was fishing! Luring people in!
Ye Junlin flicked his fingers, “So, how do you want to die?”
From mid-Tribulation to fully realized Tribulation, that kind of leap rivaled decades or even a hundred thousand years of painstaking cultivation.
Therefore, as a courtesy, Ye Junlin generously decided to let the old bald donkey pick his own demise.
Master Randel was furious, “Ye Junlin, I’ll acknowledge your strength is as deep as the rumors, but don’t think I’ll just roll over and die!”
Once you reach the Tribulation Stage, life force becomes incredibly tenacious. Unless your body turns completely to nothing, even a drop of blood or a piece of flesh has a chance to resurrect!
Besides, he mastered Buddhist techniques and cultivated an indestructible body. It’s almost impossible for someone on his level to obliterate him!
Thus, Master Randel thought Ye Junlin was purposely insulting him!
Ye Junlin shook his head, “I gave you a chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. As for how you die next, that’s no longer up to you.”
Master Randel could no longer hold back, “You scoundrel, stop being so arrogant!”
He raised his hand and formed a seal, and as he lifted it above his head, a resounding dragon roar erupted. With the shift in wind and clouds, a majestic celestial dragon’s shadow materialized, its massive body coiling and releasing terrifying dragon might, its eyes like thunder and sunlight, glowing brightly.
“Great Dragon of Power!”
The roar that came out shook everyone’s heads.
In the next second, the furious celestial dragon soared with claws outstretched, sending a powerful sense of oppression.
“Tch, little eel.”
Ye Junlin remained calm and extended his hand.
Boom! There was a grinding sound in the void, followed by a great hand radiating white light. The palm’s details were clear, pearly white, and upon closer inspection, numerous symbols embedded with destructive power were present!
Supreme Bone skill, Hand of Heaven!
“Roar!”
The dragon’s roar was deafening.
In the astonished eyes of the crowd, that imposing celestial dragon was firmly grasped by a hand of white light. The dragon thrashed wildly but could not break free.
This sight was incredibly visually shocking!
“Annihilate it for me!”
Ye Junlin lightly commanded.
Then, the omnipotent Hand of Heaven crushed the silver white celestial dragon, doing so cleanly and without hesitation.
“What?!” Master Randel was shocked; the Great Dragon of Power was one of the Hanging Temple’s ultimate techniques, yet it had been so easily dismantled.
Swish!
The Hand of Heaven, carrying terrifying pressure, struck down.
Master Randel’s scalp tingled; he didn’t dare to underestimate it. The magical power within him surged like a tide, and he formed seals with both hands for defense.
Soon, an ancient bronze lamp floated above his head, with golden flames flickering, containing an unfathomable mysterious power.
Buzz buzz buzz~!
As this bronze lamp appeared, Master Randel’s aura surged dramatically, glorious and solemn, neither sad nor happy, as if Buddha himself were present, holy and inviolable.
He raised his hands high, standing firm like a mountain, ready to withstand the Hand of Heaven’s onslaught.
Boom boom boom! Master Randel was slammed from the sky to the ground, which began to sink crazily under the immense force, dust swirling, creating a scene of frightening magnitude.
As the crowd watched in confusion, Master Randel slowly rose, though he appeared somewhat disheveled, blood trickling from his mouth, and the radiant golden light around him dimmed significantly. The once-brilliant bronze lamp above him had nearly extinguished.
Clap, clap, clap—
Rhythmic applause sounded.
Ye Junlin clapped his hands and chuckled, “Good performance, good performance.”
This old bald donkey endured the Hand of Heaven without dying, proving he had some skills.
Master Randel’s eyes twitched; the shock within him was indescribable.
This was his most powerful defensive stance, and in a one-on-one confrontation, he believed no one could break it. Yet just now, he had nearly been beaten to the point of collapse!
Master Randel remembered something, raised his hand into the air, and exerted a tremendous pull. The several monks from the Hanging Temple, frozen in fear, watched helplessly as their storage bags flew into his hands.
“The treasures obtained from Medicine King Valley are about to come in handy!”
Master Randel tapped into his immense magical power, quickly refining the treasures into essence. The precious medicines surged into his body, bathing him in glorious light, instantly restoring his condition, spirited and eyes glowing with vitality.
“Ye Junlin, don’t get too pleased, this battle has just begun!” Master Randel said coldly.
Ye Junlin shook his head, “No, it can end now.”
“What do you mean?”
Master Randel squinted, a bad premonition creeping in.
“I admit your defense is strong, but what if I use this move? How will you respond then?”
With that, Ye Junlin raised his hand, slowly forming an ancient boxing stance.
Instantly, a brilliant golden divine wheel appeared behind him, containing the sun, moon, and stars, making him look as formidable as an undefeated war god.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, torrential rain and fierce winds erupted, and the clouds churned as if all heaven and earth trembled at the appearance of this punch.
“This boxing technique is…” Master Randel’s forehead beaded with cold sweat, feeling inexplicably familiar.
“You took this punch back at Medicine King Valley—forgot so soon?” Ye Junlin stood with the vast golden divine wheel, its surface adorned with ancient scenes, exuding an air of eternal antiquity. His wild, white hair danced in the wind, his golden eyes filled with an unstoppable punch bursting with endless killing intent aimed at that white-browed old monk.
Master Randel was stunned for a moment, forcibly suppressing his panic, deliberately mocking him, “Oh, that punch was nothing special to me. What, you plan to use the same trick again?”
He spoke those words, but he had already gathered all his strength, preparing to resist the incoming attack.
Ye Junlin sneered, “Heh, then you better watch closely.”
Boom!
Ye Junlin unleashed his punch.
No language on earth could describe the power of this punch.
Master Randel’s pupils contracted; reflected in his eyes were terrifying visions of collapsing worlds, chaos in yin and yang, shattered star rivers, and extinguished sun and moon.
The majestic, invincible intent of the punch commanded submission, and the brilliant golden fist print with world-ending might descended heavily.
Battle Saint Fist!
“Hmph, just bluster!”
Master Randel took a deep breath, joining his hands as if to stand firm like a Buddhist golden body, his stance towering like Mount Tai, ready to take this punch head-on.
He thought, if he could endure it back at Medicine King Valley, he was confident he could do it again!
Boom…
A massive, radiant sphere exploded, the scene like a sun exploding, releasing blinding light that forced countless people to shut their eyes.
Master Randel spat blood, his expression one of extreme agony, deep alarm reflected in his eyes.
How could this punch be so terrifying?!
“Die!”
Ye Junlin fully unleashed the Battle Saint Fist, pouring all his power onto Master Randel.
“Ugh…” Master Randel felt as though ice and snow were meeting raging fire, his flesh and blood evaporating at an incredible speed, his earlier pride shattered by this one punch!
The bronze bowl that had enveloped him also naturally disappeared, signifying the complete demise of its caster.
When heaven and earth fell silent once more and the blinding light gradually faded, many cultivators opened their eyes, uncertain, only to find that Master Randel had vanished, leaving behind the silver-haired youth standing confidently, his posture invincible.
In an instant, the entire place fell into profound silence!