Chapter 139
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Chapter 139: Burying the Great Boundless
This was the paper Zhang Yang held in his hand.
As a direct descendant of the foremost family in the Southern Region, Liu Feikong had certainly seen Saint’s Paper before, but even he could not obtain it without making a significant contribution.
Saint’s Paper was exceedingly rare, nearly impossible to find in the vast world. Moreover, it required a saint to expend their essence, life, will, and power to refine it, imprinting their strength onto the paper. This granted it the devastating force of a saint’s single strike, making it an artifact of unimaginable value.
The power inscribed within a Saint’s Paper came in various forms.
Typically, they were designed for single-target attacks, while area-of-effect attacks were exceedingly rare.
The Saint’s Paper in Zhang Yang’s hand, however, was a massive, area-wide strike—an artifact once belonging to the Great Boundless slain by the Liu family. Its origins remained a mystery.
"You dare!"
Liu Feikong’s scream pierced the air.
The nine Great Boundless of the Liu family, who had been closely watching, reacted instantly. They assumed Zhang Yang intended to kill Liu Feikong and rushed to save him, while others among them aimed to eliminate Zhang Yang.
But Zhang Yang had already activated the Saint’s Paper as he handed it to Liu Feikong.
The intricate patterns on the paper suddenly glowed brightly, and a terrifying, suffocating Holy Might erupted from it.
"Retreat!"
At that very moment, Qiu Yinong’s sharp cry rang through the air.
Standing slightly behind Zhang Yang, she caught only a glimpse of the Saint’s Paper. But by the time she recognized it, it was already too late—the paper had been activated.
She acted instantly, making two simultaneous movements.
With her right hand, she struck at Zhang Yang.
With her left, she summoned a furnace of raging Crimson Radiance, engulfing herself entirely.
In that instant, the entire Trapped Dragon Pavilion seemed to freeze in time.
Zhang Yang extended the Saint’s Paper forward.
Liu Feikong’s face twisted in horror.
The nine Great Boundless of the Liu family soared into the air, prepared to strike down Zhang Yang.
The Great Boundless from the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land were paralyzed by the overwhelming Holy Might. Qiu Yinong’s warning went unheard—they were too overwhelmed by the saintly aura to react.
Master Mu Yao, displaying power comparable to Qiu Yinong, raised both hands, forming a Beast Bone shield in front of him. He ignored the so-called Great Boundless and martial arts nobles behind him, prioritizing only his own survival.
Then, a blinding light erupted from the Saint’s Paper.
Centered on Zhang Yang and Liu Feikong, a circular wave of divine power surged outward, engulfing the entire Trapped Dragon Pavilion.
The light surged forward like a tidal wave, furious and unstoppable, overwhelming everything in its path.
Qiu Yinong’s finger strike was the first to be consumed, melting away like snow in boiling water.
Next came the nine Great Boundless of the Liu family.
The radiant light swept through them like a gust of divine wind, leaving behind nothing but ashes. Their power was utterly insignificant in the face of a saint’s might.
"Under a saint, all are but ants."
This was no mere saying.
Moreover, this was no ordinary Saint’s Paper—it was one crafted by a supremely powerful saint.
If even the Great Boundless were so helpless against it, one could only imagine the devastation wrought by this force—anyone caught within its reach would be reduced to nothingness.
At last, the holy power collided with the Trapped Dragon Pavilion itself, triggering a violent backlash from the Trapped Dragon Grand Forbidden Law.
The two forces clashed.
Yet again, it was an overwhelming defeat for the defenses.
However, the Dragon Blood Stones supporting the forbidden law were extraordinary.
Just before they were completely obliterated, agonized dragon roars echoed through the air. Each Dragon Blood Stone seemed to awaken, revealing True Dragons weeping tears of blood, forcefully suppressing the destructive force.
Even so, the Dragon Blood Stones suffered devastating damage. Though they had not shattered, their insides had already been destroyed.
At last, the holy power from the Saint’s Paper faded into nothingness. The Saint’s Paper in Zhang Yang’s hand ignited, turning to ash.
Saint’s Paper was a one-time consumable.
Zhang Yang clapped his hands and smiled at Liu Feikong, who stood there drenched in sweat, trembling uncontrollably.
“You. Someone has made a reservation for you.”
Then, with a casual swipe of his hand, he delivered a sharp slap.
Liu Feikong collapsed instantly, falling into unconsciousness without uttering a single word.
Zhang Yang then extended his hand, swiftly storing all ten auction items into his storage bag.
Luckily, he had won them. Otherwise, it would have been a complete waste.
Just as he placed the last item—the Golden Dragon Shield—into his storage bag, his expression shifted slightly.
He suddenly turned around.
Among the flattened ruins of the Trapped Dragon Pavilion, one person remained standing.
She was in a miserable state.
Scattered fragments of a fire furnace surrounded her.
She wore a form-fitting black treasure garment, faintly glowing despite being heavily damaged. Though she was covered in wounds, bleeding from countless injuries—
She was still alive.
Zhang Yang’s eyes flashed with newfound respect.
To survive under such divine might… truly incredible.
Qiu Yinong groaned in pain, struggling to her feet.
The moment she spotted Zhang Yang, her expression changed drastically.
Without hesitation—
She turned and ran.
Her injuries were so severe that she couldn’t even face a Returning to Origin realm cultivator.
Zhang Yang’s eyes widened in shock before he shouted loudly,
“Bare-bottomed woman, don’t run away!”
His roar sent a chill down Qiu Yinong’s spine. Angry and embarrassed, she hurriedly wrapped her clothes tightly around herself.
Zhang Yang lunged down from the air.
Qiu Yinong gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, and leapt aside to dodge him—but her clothes came undone again.
The glaring sight made Zhang Yang want to cover his face. He shouted in frustration,
“You good-for-nothing, Qiu Yinong! You actually used the invincible bare-bottomed battle technique! I’m going to fight you!”
With teeth bared like a ferocious beast, he charged forward once more.
Mortified and furious, Qiu Yinong covered her back with her left hand, while her right hand tore the pendant from around her neck.
She crushed it without hesitation, releasing a brilliant light that quickly shrouded her body—her figure began to fade rapidly.
That pendant turned out to be an ancient teleportation artifact.
With the Trapped Dragon Pavilion reduced to an empty shell, there was nothing left to stop her escape.
In an instant, she vanished completely.
Before disappearing, she gritted her teeth in hatred and swore,
“Zhang Yang! If I don’t kill you, I swear I will never be human!”
Zhang Yang, however, merely pointed at a single black, curled strand of hair floating in the air. Amused, he remarked,
“This is yours.”
“Ahhh!”
A piercing scream echoed as Qiu Yinong fully disappeared, leaving behind nothing but that strand of hair.
Zhang Yang curled his lips in disdain, summoned the Baxiang Divine Fire, and incinerated it. He muttered to himself,
“What a disgrace to my eyes.”
Afterward, he steeled himself and began meticulously searching every corner of the Trapped Dragon Pavilion.
To his surprise, he discovered a man on the verge of death.
It was Master Mu Yao, the imperial uncle of Great Xia!
Though still barely alive, his condition was far worse than Qiu Yinong’s.
He lay unconscious, his body shattered beyond repair. Even sacred life water would likely fail to save him.
Zhang Yang, being a man of mercy, decided to end his suffering with a single, decisive punch.
The only regret he had was that not a single storage bag remained—they had all been obliterated by the Saint’s Paper’s holy power.
He found nothing else of value.
Essentially, no bodies were left behind.
Hoisting the unconscious Liu Feikong, Zhang Yang strode out of the Trapped Dragon Pavilion.
By then, the crowd outside had descended into wild speculation, buzzing with theories about the intense battle that had taken place inside.
The doors of the Trapped Dragon Pavilion creaked open.
Zhang Yang stepped out.
For a moment—
Silence.
Then—
Rumble!
The Trapped Dragon Pavilion collapsed.
Having lost its core of Dragon Blood Stones, the pavilion had been teetering on the brink of destruction. All it needed was the slightest push—and Zhang Yang opening the door had been enough.
The crowd stared in shock—
At Zhang Yang.
At Liu Feikong, cradled unconscious in his arms.
At the ruins of the once-mighty Trapped Dragon Pavilion.
Then a cacophony of screams, roars, and furious howls erupted, particularly from the skilled fighters of the Liu family, who charged at Zhang Yang in a frenzy.
Zhang Yang offered a faint smile.
The air was thick with ecstatic roars.
The Giant Guard surged forward.
The Asura assassins materialized.
The war statues came to life.
It was a massacre of overwhelming proportions.
Blood flowed like a river.
Zhang Yang snapped his fingers and commanded,
“To the Liu family base—let’s raid it once more.”
