Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity

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Li Wujie glanced sideways and said, “So what if I know? Am I supposed to bow down to a bunch of bald donkeys? Hold back?”

Let’s not even consider that he had someone backing him. Even before he took on a master, he was the kind of guy who would raze anything to the ground the moment he grabbed a blade. The fact that he didn’t just hack off someone’s head earlier was already showing restraint!

“Bastard!”

“Arrogant!”

“Ungrateful!”

The Hanging Temple group erupted in a chorus of angry shouts.

Master Randel squinted his eyes, a murderous intent bubbling within, and coldly replied, “Amitabha, you’ve crossed the line.”

Li Wujie weighed the kitchen knife in his hand, looked Master Randel up and down, and mocked, “Old bald donkey, you seem pretty upset. Wanna try your hand at it?”

Master Randel didn’t respond, but a fellow disciple stepped up and scolded, “You wretch! Do you know who you’re disrespecting? This one is a true Tribulation Stage master! Have you thought about the consequences of offending him?”

At this, the crowd gasped in surprise.

Countless cultivators turned to look with awe; although they had expected this guy to be powerful, nobody foresaw he was a genuine Virtual Immortal!

Even in the Medicine King Valley, where influential figures gathered, they all felt like ants in front of a Tribulation Stage mighty one.

In the entire Eastern Domain, being at the Tribulation Stage meant you were at the top tier, someone who could strut around anywhere.

After all, that’s just a step below a True Immortal!

Even though they were all equal in cultivation level within the Medicine King Valley, there were times when everyone could be sent away, and come those times, whether dragon or bug, everyone would return to their place.

So, when they learned about Master Randel’s true cultivation, the surrounding cultivators dared not make a sound, trembling in fear.

“Tribulation Stage?”

Li Wujie was stunned but quickly scoffed, “So what? I’ll still chop at you whether here or outside!”

The crowd fell silent.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief. Was this guy out of his mind?

Master Randel’s eyes showed a slight hint of suspicion.

The moment this guy learned of his level and still dared to talk big, he must not be an ordinary fool outside either.

Realizing this, Master Randel cautiously asked, “May I ask what this esteemed guest’s name is?”

Li Wujie sneered, “Listen up, I’m Li Tiedan!”

Li Tiedan?

The crowd exchanged confused glances. Who was this impressive character, bold enough to challenge a Tribulation Stage master?

Seeing his fellow disciples shake their heads, Master Randel was sure this was just an ignorant young punk and his face turned terribly dark.

“Esteemed guest, your hostility is too intense; allow this old monk to enlighten you!”

Saying this, the white-browed old monk darted forward, forming a lotus-like seal with his hands, like a cannonball being fired.

This blow held tremendous force, terrifying enough that an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator would either die or be severely injured upon impact!

“Bring it on!” Li Wujie became exhilarated, thinking it was a rare opportunity to fight a Tribulation Stage powerhouse.

Slash!

The blade aura divided yin and yang, the sword energy roiling in every direction.

Master Randel’s pupils narrowed as he felt a heavy pressure.

Boom!

The air exploded.

Master Randel stumbled back a couple of steps, his expression slightly unpleasant.

But it wasn’t over yet; a beam of light as bright as daylight sliced through, the knife intent overwhelming and secretly profound.

Master Randel couldn’t afford to be careless. He quickly made a hand sign and slapped out, palm glowing with a golden swastika that signified holiness.

The fierce battle ensued, leaving the watching cultivators stunned.

They hadn’t expected this Li Tiedan to be so strong, able to directly confront Master Randel!

“What a thrill, what a thrill!” Li Wujie’s eyes sparkled with excitement. The kitchen knife in his hand slashed down like a storm, seemingly chaotic but intricate in its technique.

Master Randel grew increasingly annoyed. With his level of strength, he couldn’t even take down a junior?

Fortunately, Master Randel changed his strategy, positioning one hand in front of his chest, as if he’d become a Buddha in that very moment. His body erupted with immeasurable golden light, appearing as if made of gold, flawless and natural.

Clang clang clang!

The crisp sound of metal striking echoed, shaking everyone’s eardrums.

“Hmm?” Li Wujie realized in shock that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t cut through the other’s body.

Every slash was blocked by that layer of golden light.

Master Randel smirked, “Esteemed guest, don’t waste your effort. Even if you chopped for three days and nights, you can’t harm this old monk!”

Seeing this, Li Wujie simply spat, irritated, and huffed, “Heh, spit!”

“Wretch!!” Master Randel was furious, feeling utterly humiliated, and gathered his strength to fiercely punch, the wind from his fist ripping through trees.

With his indestructible body, he was indeed unassailable.

But that was all there was to it!

Since he couldn’t take down Li Wujie, and Li Wujie couldn’t hurt him either, they could battle for three days and nights without a resolution.

The crowd, initially tense and shocked, grew bored, some even yawning.

Boom!

With a heavy explosion, the two figures stepped back in sync.

Li Wujie scoffed, “Old bald donkey, are you a tortoise or something?”

Master Randel felt quite unhappy inside, but putting on a mysterious demeanor due to his identity, he clasped his hands together and said calmly, “Esteemed guest, what’s the point of this? After all, we are only here temporarily.”

His tone carried a hint of threat!

So you think you’re being impressive by going back and forth with me here, huh?

Stick around here for a lifetime, but if you step outside, you’ll be begging for death as a simpleton!

Just as Li Wujie was about to reply, he suddenly heard a transmission in his ear, promptly shutting his mouth and respectfully stepping back next to Ye Junlin.

Ye Junlin flicked his fingers, casually stating, “This Medicine King is mine now. You Hanging Temple folks trying to snatch it are just clueless and deserve a beating.”

Master Randel narrowed his eyes, “Esteemed guest, from the moment you made a move, the nature of things began to change. Besides, who says whatever falls on the ground belongs to you? This old monk believes that only what’s taken is truly yours!”

Then, he stepped forward, his whole body shining with golden Buddha light, surrounded by countless Sanskrit characters like tadpoles, the sound of chanting echoing from all directions.

His target was that rare Medicine King!

He was planning to ignore Ye Junlin and forcibly seize it due to his formidable defense!

“Old bald donkey, you’re looking for death!” Hong Qianye’s eyes sparked with anger. She never liked the Buddhist Sect, and seeing Master Randel so arrogant made her consider stepping in.

Master Randel took strides of ten meters, his expression calm as he said, “In compensation, this Medicine King now belongs to this old monk!”

At that moment, a tall figure with an otherworldly presence appeared.

The figure clenched his fists, drawing on his inner blood and energy, pulling in the spiritual energy within a radius of five hundred meters. A hazy golden halo formed behind him, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

“Old bald donkey, do you really think no one can take you down?”

Boom!

Ye Junlin sneered, throwing a punch that seemed to challenge the heavens, unstoppable in its might.

This was Battle Saint Fist!!