Chapter 228

Chapter 228: You Want to Push Me Back

Qiu Yinong had comprehended the Saints’ Laws!

For the first time, Zhang Yang witnessed someone achieve the Saints’ Laws before his very eyes.

Even he was shocked.

It was important to note that even for many true saints who had just entered the Ascending to Heaven Realm, accomplishing their own Saints’ Laws within three to five years was already considered an extraordinary feat.

Many would struggle for ten years—some even for decades—without grasping it.

Yaoruoxian was blessed by the heavens.

Qiu Yinong, however, had relied entirely on herself.

More importantly, she had already attained the Holy Body. Now, with the Saints’ Laws, she was almost equivalent to being more than half a saint.

The only thing left was breaking through her realm.

Her elemental energy had yet to undergo its transformation—nothing more.

With such strength, Qiu Yinong could not only compete for the title of the greatest Great Boundless in the Southern Region but could even confidently contend for the title of the greatest Great Boundless in the vast world.

"You owe me!" Zhang Yang said. "I helped you escape your predicament."

Qiu Yinong replied coldly, "You meant harm. You insulted my pride. I won’t accept your sentiment!"

Zhang Yang glared at her. "Hmph! Don’t be unreasonable. When I saw you at the Trapped Dragon Pavilion in Mo City, it wasn’t intentional. You didn’t even try to hide it—you let me see it."

What greeted him was Qiu Yinong’s fierce killing intent.

This matter was an unbearable humiliation!

Yet Zhang Yang had the audacity to bring it up.

Kill!

Qiu Yinong unleashed her Saints’ Laws, combining them with the power of her Holy Body.

This was Qiu Yinong at her peak—the strongest force in the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, aside from the Saint level.

"Saints’ Laws—Autumn Wind and Autumn Rain—Qiu Yinong!"

As her Saints’ Laws manifested, Zhang Yang was taken aback.

Her understanding of the Saints’ Laws was deeply rooted in herself.

In other words, she was the Saints’ Laws!

This was a level of comprehension far superior to that of many saints. Since the laws originated from her own being, she stood at the pinnacle of power.

With a single swing of her sword, heaven and earth trembled.

Within a hundred-meter radius, the battlefield transformed into an embodiment of golden autumn, where autumn winds howled, autumn rains poured, and an intense autumn chill spread—lethal and unstoppable.

"I’ll teach you a lesson, you unreasonable woman!"

Zhang Yang finally stopped relying on his Diamond Dragon Holy Power and threw a true punch.

From his initial glimpse into holy power, to achieving small success, and then great success, his progress had been so rapid it felt dreamlike—even to himself. He sometimes wondered if there were unnoticed flaws in his mastery.

Thus, he needed to hone his skills.

Unlike divine power, which was purely about direct attacks with no distinction between right and wrong, holy power was different—it was immensely advanced. For someone at the Ascending to Heaven Realm, it was both profound and terrifying.

This was why Zhang Yang rarely fought without going all out to defeat his opponents instantly.

But now, he didn’t need to hold back.

Boom!

When his fully developed Diamond Dragon Holy Power was unleashed, what laws? What Holy Body? Everything shattered.

With a single punch, the void ahead exploded, and the boundless killing intent formed by the Saints’ Laws instantly dissolved into nothingness.

Zhang Yang surged forward like a furious Vajra Holy Dragon, breaking through the barriers of space, his punch hurtling toward Qiu Yinong.

The sheer ferocity of this punch sent a shiver down Qiu Yinong’s spine.

Although she had unwavering confidence in her Holy Body and Saints’ Laws, the force of this attack pushed her back. Her eyes widened in shock as she watched Zhang Yang advance with overwhelming killing intent.

In that moment, she felt a chill crawl over her—an unfamiliar sensation of fear.

This realization brought her immense shame.

Proud as she was, known across the Southern Region for her unyielding pride, no one had ever made her bow, and nothing had ever instilled fear in her. She had always stood with her head held high, unshaken.

And yet, in this moment…

Thus, she raised her Golden Autumn Divine Sword, pouring all her Saints’ Laws and Holy Body into her counterattack, and struck back with all her might.

Clang!

The impact of Zhang Yang’s Vajra Holy Dragon punch against the Golden Autumn Divine Sword shook the battlefield. Her Saints’ Laws erupted, obliterating all obstacles, but the terrifying force surged through the sword, directly assaulting Qiu Yinong.

Boom!

She retaliated with holy light, attempting to resist.

Yet, it was futile.

Her holy light shattered.

Qiu Yinong coughed up blood and was sent flying backward.

In that moment, pride was no longer a superficial display—it was either a hollow illusion or something truly engraved into the depths of one’s soul.

Even as she was launched through the air, Qiu Yinong gritted her teeth and, with a fierce instinct, kicked out.

Even while being thrown back, she attempted to counterattack with a kick!

However, Zhang Yang’s power was too overwhelming—it completely surpassed the level of the Ascending to Heaven Realm.

Even though her kick didn’t directly connect with his punch, it clashed with the terrifying holy might, holy intention, and holy light radiating from his fist.

Crack!

Her kick shattered the holy light, briefly staggering Zhang Yang’s onslaught—but that was all.

Yet Qiu Yinong was an experienced warrior.

She seized the moment, abruptly arching her body backward to evade the deadliest part of the punch.

Even so, the dreadful power still grazed her hair, causing searing pain across her delicate face and leaving her upper body aching.

Still, she gritted her teeth.

While midair, she drove her Golden Autumn Divine Sword into the ground, stabilizing herself.

In the blink of an eye, she surged upward once more.

"Ah! You—!"

This time, it was Zhang Yang who was astonished.

Not because of Qiu Yinong’s resilience.

Not because she had managed to resist his overwhelming strength.

Not even because his punch had exhausted its force.

It was because, suddenly—he was blinded by radiant white light.

Pure. Dazzling. Unstoppable.

He had only witnessed such brilliance twice in his life—once from half a drop of a saint’s blood and once from the Chi Dragon Jade Pendant.

He was momentarily stunned.

Dumbfounded.

That momentary lapse gave Qiu Yinong her opening.

This proud woman had forgotten everything—forgotten the battle, forgotten herself.

The only thought consuming her was the desire to kill Zhang Yang.

She didn’t even notice the transformation within her own body.

Her hands gripped the Golden Autumn Divine Sword tightly.

She hoisted it high.

She stabbed fiercely toward him.

Zhang Yang reacted—just a fraction of a second too late.

Crack!

At last, the half-circular light barrier formed by Zhang Yang’s Holy Might shattered.

His punch deviated, and the battle was far from over.

Bang!

The Golden Autumn Divine Sword veered off course, narrowly grazing past Zhang Yang’s ear.

Furious, Qiu Yinong thrust her feet forward, channeling power as she suddenly struck at Zhang Yang’s waist, charging toward him, refusing to give him another chance to counterattack.

Thud!

She landed on top of Zhang Yang, pinning him down. The Golden Autumn Divine Sword stabbed into the ground beside his ear as she desperately tried to sweep it across and behead him.

Zhang Yang shouted angrily, "Qiu Yinong, you are ruthless! Are you trying to push me down? I am a pure and noble man! How can you tarnish me?"

His words sent Qiu Yinong into a frenzy. Her tightly wound nerves finally sensed that something was wrong. Glancing down, she realized—her upper body was bare, completely exposed to Zhang Yang’s eyes.

"Ah!!!"

Qiu Yinong let out a piercing scream, on the verge of a breakdown. Forgetting everything else, she leaped back over a hundred meters, frantically putting her clothes back on.

She was mortified with rage.

Never in her life had she experienced such humiliation.

What frustrated her even more was that, just a few months ago, at Mo City’s Trapped Dragon Pavilion, Zhang Yang had already seen her…

And now, she had completely lost all defenses.

She felt utterly exposed.

She was going insane!

Zhang Yang stood up, fuming. "Qiu Yinong, you shameless woman! You exhibitionist! Do you think pulling a stunt like this will make me willingly surrender my pure body? Dream on! I will never bow to you. I see your true colors now!"

"Ahhh!"

Qiu Yinong howled in fury, charging at him once again.

Zhang Yang quickly shouted, "Your clothes!"

The words instantly stopped her in her tracks. Qiu Yinong checked herself, confirming that she was properly dressed. However, realizing that she had fallen for his distraction only made her more enraged.

For the first time, the thought crossed her mind—if she could not live with pride, then she would die with pride.

Zhang Yang casually tossed her a piece of clothing. "This is a Boundless Artifact-level battle outfit. Here, wear it, and we can fight again."

The Golden Autumn Divine Sword trembled slightly in her grip. Her embarrassment and anger were boiling over, but she stepped forward once more.

Zhang Yang warned, "If you don’t wear it and your clothes get destroyed, and others see, don’t blame me."

Qiu Yinong scanned her surroundings—empty and silent, with no one else around—yet she still felt exposed under his gaze.

Her fury reached the brink of madness. She was about to attack when she caught Zhang Yang’s gaze sweeping over her.

Shame. Rage. Conflict.

After a long, agonizing moment, she stamped her foot and shouted, "I will take my revenge! I swear it!"

To Zhang Yang’s surprise, she retreated from the fight.

After taking two steps, she turned back, using the Golden Autumn Divine Sword to snatch up the light golden battle outfit.

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, muttering, "Am I being foolish? I’ve been tainted by this sight, and yet I’m still giving her a Boundless battle outfit. Oh! Truly, I am such a great person—one of a kind in this world."

In response, the departing Qiu Yinong unleashed a powerful sword strike, slicing a mountain in half.

Zhang Yang shrugged. This woman was too volatile.

He was the one who had been pushed down, yet he wasn’t even angry. Shouldn’t he be the one upset?

Hmm. Yes. Angry!

So, in response, he unleashed his own destructive attack on another mountain, just to show his irritation.