Ripples of pure gold radiated outward from the Futu’s right fist, the tangible force of the punch slamming directly into Ye Jingyu’s chest, immediately blasting him backward, vomiting a torrent of blood...
But Ye Jingyu’s own strike had landed equally hard upon the Futu’s chest; the ferocious impact sent him reeling back as well...
Having barely stabilized himself, Ye Jingyu looked down to see a massive fist print seared onto his chest, the flesh there utterly pulverized...
This was the power of this Futu?
Though internally astonished by the Futu’s strength, Ye Jingyu slowly raised his right hand...
It appeared leisurely, yet in what seemed like an instant, his arm was fully extended. “If you are the Futu, then I am the God-King representing the Heavens! Take this—the Heaven-Shattering Buddha Execution!”
Ye Jingyu roared the challenge, and as he brought his raised right hand down in a cleaving motion, a streak of golden light shot forth from his arm, coalescing into a gigantic golden greatsword that slashed furiously toward the Futu before him...
In that moment, heaven and earth shuddered, streaks of black fissures spontaneously tearing through the void—a clear sign that power of absolute magnitude was cleaving reality itself...
Flashes of lightning crackled overhead, as if envious of such supreme force...
Even the Futu, whose face usually held a look of boundless compassion, now showed a flicker of shock...
“Seventh-Tier Futu...” a sound that was neither quite a song nor a chant resonated from the deity’s lips. Immediately, streams of golden light erupted from his body, weaving themselves into a seven-story golden pagoda that he positioned directly over his head to defend...
CRACK... The colossal golden blade struck the apex of the tower, instantly shattering the uppermost tier...
Then came the sixth, the fifth, the fourth...
The terrifying blade-light sheared through four layers of the spire as smoothly as water flowing downstream. Only when it reached the third tier did its momentum slow slightly, yet that layer of golden luminescence was also cleaved away without mercy...
Next, the second tier—it held fast for a full quarter of an hour before finally being rent apart...
As only the final layer remained, the Futu extended one fist, then a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth...
Golden phantoms of fists materialized before him, and within a blink, massive fist shadows hurtled toward Ye Jingyu. As the last layer of the pagoda disintegrated, a seventh fist appeared in the void, forming a colossal impactor that hammered brutally into Ye Jingyu’s sternum...
And Ye Jingyu’s devastating slash landed upon the Futu’s form, but having had the majority of its power neutralized, the blow barely registered; it could not harm the deity in the slightest...
On the contrary, struck by that final punch, the bones in Ye Jingyu’s chest instantly snapped. His body was hurled backward, and fresh blood sprayed violently from his mouth—this blow had clearly inflicted a critical wound...
Trapped within the framework of the Eight Legions of Dragons and Devas Array, the entire sky had become a sealed barrier. Even after such a catastrophic impact, Ye Jingyu remained suspended in mid-air, preventing him from plummeting. Witnessing this, Liang Xiaoke and the others were consumed by frantic worry...
Especially Luo Ling’er. Disregarding all caution, she poured her soul power into action, causing a black longbow to materialize in her hands. The bowstring glowed azure, and upon it rested a silver arrow—the Heaven and Earth Star Spirit Arrow. Seeing Ye Jingyu so grievously wounded by the Futu, she held nothing back, unleashing the most potent soul art she knew...
As if sensing the lethal power of the Star Spirit Arrow, the figures of the Eight Legions outside simultaneously roared, their bodies erupting in golden brilliance that wove into a massive golden energy shield in the sky, enveloping Ye Jingyu, the Futu, and everyone within the formation...
And phantom projections began to coalesce within this golden light—they were the Devas, the Nagas, the Yakshas, the Gandharvas, the Asuras, the Garudas, the Kinnaras, and the Mahoragas.
Though merely eight spectral figures, these visions carried immense power as they hurtled downward toward Luo Ling’er. Observing these eight shadows racing toward her, Luo Xiaofeng, who had been seated calmly upon the Dragon Throne, finally stirred...
At this moment, the Futu, having sent Ye Jingyu flying with a punch, began to approach him step by deliberate step. The walk seemed slow, yet within a few strides, he stood over Ye Jingyu. Suddenly, he lifted his right foot high and brought it down violently, intending to stomp upon Ye Jingyu’s head. The expression on his face twisted into something ferocious, entirely devoid of the compassionate smile meant for saving all sentient beings...
BOOM... The heavy stomp landed squarely on Ye Jingyu’s skull. If not for his innate Chaos Body, that single blow might have ended his life completely...
An agonizing pain shot through his mind. Only the projection of a pale green ancient bell within his consciousness emitted a faint green light, which possibly kept him from succumbing to unconsciousness under such brutal impact...
Seeing that his stomp had failed to crush Ye Jingyu’s head, the Futu’s face registered a look of sheer disbelief...
“Why cling so fiercely to the mortal world? All worldly affairs are but illusion. Let me deliver you completely—may all beings be saved,” the Futu whispered lightly. His body suddenly launched skyward, and then he inverted, falling downward with his arms crossed in a crucifixion posture, slamming them toward the immobile Ye Jingyu...
As his figure descended, an unimaginable destructive energy brewed. Not only Ye Jingyu within the array, but even Luo Ling’er and the others outside the formation felt the crushing power—a force capable of obliterating the entire Yunjing City. How could Ye Jingyu possibly withstand it?
“No!” Two tears sprang into Luo Ling’er’s eyes. Her body shot upward instantly, soaring toward the sky at full speed. This was the day she had become a bride; this was supposed to be her happiest day. She could not bear for anything to happen to Ye Jingyu...
Streams of silver light ignited around her, and a sound tearing at the heart emanated from her lips. Above the empty plaza, it sounded desolate, filled with grief, and utterly heartbreaking...
As if responding to the sound of her calling, Ye Jingyu, who had been lying motionless in mid-air, suddenly opened his eyes. The first thing that greeted his vision was that slender figure rushing toward him...
“Ling’er, don’t!” Seeing Luo Ling’er hurtling toward him, Ye Jingyu, who intimately understood the terror of the Eight Legions and the Futu, yelled out desperately. But before his words could fully form, the Futu’s arm smashed into his back, right upon his heart...
(Three chapters concluded, feel free to toss bricks~~)