Gui Jianchou tumbled several times in mid-air before finally settling with a heavy thud on the ground. However, the blood vessels inside him instantly swelled, and he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of bright red blood, his face contorted in utter horror.
He knew Ye Jingyu’s soul was shattered, making him incapable of using Soul Arts, and he knew Ye Jingyu’s meridians were destroyed, rendering all his martial arts useless—leaving only a still formidable physical body. But how could he have anticipated that this very body would prove so powerful?
According to rumors, wasn't he only at the Sixth Level? How could a Sixth Level cultivator shatter his Blood Moon Scythe? That power required at least the full force of a Martial Saint's strike! Yet, this time, it was just a casual punch from Ye Jingyu?
In that moment, the way Gui Jianchou looked at Ye Jingyu changed completely.
Ye Jingyu, however, still wore a faint smile, quite satisfied with the power of his own punch. It seemed he had turned misfortune into a blessing; the cost of not being able to use Soul Arts was gaining a stronger physical might.
This, he realized, must be the true essence of the Baxuan Jue.
“Brother Gui, are you still intent on killing me?” Ye Jingyu asked with a light chuckle, observing the somewhat disheveled Gui Jianchou.
“Hmph… Don’t think for a second I can’t kill you today. Watch my Demonic Heaven Life-Death Wheel now!” Hearing Ye Jingyu’s words, Gui Jianchou felt intensely mocked, and a fresh surge of fury ignited in his heart. If he couldn't even defeat someone whose Soul Arts and martial prowess were supposedly ruined, how could he ever contend for Jiufeng? How could he ever surpass Xuanyuan Jing to become the foremost among the younger generation?
As he spoke, Gui Jianchou’s aura underwent a dramatic transformation. His hands moved rapidly before his chest, constantly forming streams of immensely powerful qi energy, which manifested into a colossal blood-red wheel in front of him…
A savage, bloody aura radiated from that wheel. At this moment, Gui Jianchou looked less like a man and more like a Demon King who commanded life and death itself…
That blood wheel was a world unto itself, a world designed to imprison existence…
More than that, the surrounding air shifted drastically. Ye Jingyu felt as if he had been transported to another dimension entirely—a world constructed solely of flowing blood.
Xuanyuan Jing’s Sword Intent could already kill souls and threaten Soul Immortal experts. For Gui Jianchou’s Fist Intent to reach this level was astonishing.
In the past, facing a situation like this, Ye Jingyu would have immediately lashed out. But now, he stood quietly, observing everything, letting the surrounding changes wash over him, his eyes locked intently on Gui Jianchou’s continuously moving hands.
Having achieved the Chaos Body, he had fully internalized the knowledge from the Battle Technique Chapter. Although the techniques within were exquisite, Ye Jingyu knew they were created by his ancestor. While powerful, they weren't inherently his own martial ways, nor were they perfectly suited for the Chaos Body. To become truly powerful, he needed to forge his own path and create techniques belonging entirely to him.
Absorbing the martial experiences of others served as the foundation for creating his own unique martial arts.
Of course, without formidable strength, he wouldn't have had the luxury of time to meticulously study an opponent’s moves during combat.
He watched as the blood wheel before Gui Jianchou grew larger and began to spin incessantly. Black fissures started forming in the void, and streams of blood energy surged out from the emptiness, pouring into the wheel…
Absorbing energy from another plane? Ye Jingyu felt a slight shock. This was entirely different from the Jing Lei Dao Jue, which drew upon the lightning within this world. The lightning power remained here, but the blood energy this Mo Tian Sheng Si Lun was drawing came from another dimension entirely.
“Die, Life-Death Samsara!” Just as Ye Jingyu was pondering this, Gui Jianchou suddenly roared, shoving his hand forward. The blood wheel hurtled toward Ye Jingyu.
Ye Jingyu immediately felt the entire void warp around him. Endless pressure began squeezing his body, seemingly intent on crushing him completely…
And that blood-red wheel grew ever larger, instantly reaching several zhang high as it spun directly toward him. Facing that constantly rotating wheel, Ye Jingyu had no doubt that even a small mountain would be pulverized upon impact.
Yet, he showed no sign of retreating, nor did he even reach for his saber. Facing the hurtling crimson celestial wheel, his white hair whipped violently without wind, and streams of formidable energy surged from within him. His body even began to emit streaks of golden light…
“Great Annihilation God…” Ye Jingyu’s own roar echoed. He took a light step forward and thrust his right fist out with incredible force…
A golden fist shadow tore through the air like a meteor, striking directly against the massive blood wheel. The wheel was currently several zhang wide, yet Ye Jingyu’s single punch was still only the size of an ordinary human fist—seeming as thin as a strand of hair compared to the enormous wheel.
But it was this seemingly insignificant punch that shattered the colossal blood wheel into pieces…
The moment the fist connected, the wheel instantly disintegrated. The blood energy drawn from the void violently exploded, and the world Gui Jianchou had controlled began to crack and fall apart…
Ye Jingyu’s punch was not yet finished. His figure blurred past the wreckage of the wheel, instantly appearing before Gui Jianchou. Facing the look of utter shock on his opponent’s face, Ye Jingyu struck without hesitation, landing a punch directly on Gui Jianchou’s chest…
Crack… A crisp sound echoed—the sound of Gui Jianchou’s sternum breaking. He immediately spat out a gush of blood, his body rocketing backward like a cannonball. This was followed by a continuous series of loud cracks as he plowed through the trees behind him…
After smashing through more than a hundred large trees, Gui Jianchou finally crashed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Even now, he struggled to accept that his most powerful technique had been nullified by a single punch from Ye Jingyu…
“In any case, even though you weren't truly trying to save my life back then, you did ultimately take the follow-up attack from Xuanyuan Jing for me. Therefore, I will not kill you today!” Ye Jingyu coldly delivered these words toward the seated Gui Jianchou, now several hundred zhang away, before turning and heading south. The white steed Jiufeng had gifted him had already been killed by the oppressive might of Gui Jianchou’s blood wheel…